Chapter 394 FALLEN
"Why hope that He does not exist? Why try so hard to deny hell and judgment? Some people do this just to have more confidence when doing evil." - "Logar" Book》
Kroger put a new magazine into the magazine. The auxiliary computing system in the helmet reminds him of everything about himself. He, the weapon he wields like an arm, and the layer of armor on his exterior, that layer of light and heavy, close-fitting and hard skin.
Perhaps from the perspective of outsiders, the armor they wear is so heavy and must cause a lot of inconvenience. No, this second layer of skin makes them light and agile enough, protected and easy to fight. This completes them as a Space Marine, an Astartes, a true warrior bearing the blood of the Emperor and Primarch, and nothing else.
It offsets the weakness of pure flesh and blood, and protects the warrior's will like a hammer. It makes them armored with steel inside and out.
"...I also want to suggest to my father that we add a large bathhouse on the ship. If you have nothing to do, take off your armor and go there to take a bath. You know, last time I heard mortals secretly commenting that we smelled like sweat! Throne, my heart is broken Broken..."
Krog turned the bolter over in his hand, checking its condition. It lay docilely and lovingly against his palm, an excellent tool. It has cleared dozens of square meters of enemies today, executing every one of his will diligently and loyally. The reason why we use this counting unit is because it is the most appropriate one.
He raised the muzzle of the gun and pointed it at the shadow that the scanner pointed out to him. A sharp biological activity detection peak was flashing on the instrument screen, just like the zigzag pattern of the battlements on the top of the city defense fortress. The thread, hidden and powerful, must be removed.
"Fire," he whispered, his voice carried over the comm channel. Luna Wolf Jack's bullet was the first to touch the enemy material, and a bloody mess exploded in the air, rapidly spreading in the narrow passage. Some sticky falling sounds hit the ground, accompanied by infrasonic wails and calls.
"Flash bomb," the Dark Angel prompted. Four seconds later, the entire wall was illuminated as brightly as the midday sun, and a bunch of huge eyeballs embedded in a cone-shaped pile of flesh were illuminated and closed. The remaining team members quickly added firepower. Under the barrage, the effect was equivalent to the eyeballs of the light spear launcher being completely blown away from multiple angles.
"We are His eyes that look at the world, and His hot light bursts out in our souls..." Hashem was thinking quietly when he was showered with flesh and blood, as if he was still in a sacred building. He paid homage quietly in the church, "...the fire from the gun helped us cleanse - the acid is coming."
The painful body captured the presence of the team, and their feet were filled with organs covered with some kind of mucus On the soft ground, the hidden glands immediately began to spit out highly corrosive acid, slowly seeping towards the bottoms of their boots. This liquid can cause damage to their armor, and the degree of damage increases with the time it stays. The results of staying in it will be devastating.
“We don’t have much time,” Luna Wolf said quickly, checking the crimson wall for any remaining dangerous turrets after the salvo. No. Each round platform was cleansed, leaving no second blackened burn mark on his pearly white armour. "Let's go!"
They rushed out of the area and into new shadows. There is no source of lighting in the depths of this Ran Dan ship. Even the outer levels, which pretend to be a regular ship using metal and inorganic materials, do not have lights.
Just like a real animal, there is no need to illuminate your internal organs inside the body.
"...Why do you have eyes in your belly," Jack said, "It's too ugly. I'm serious."
"The Iron Warriors didn't say they were ugly. Do you want your artistic achievements to be higher than them?" Jack?" Dark Angel Gerry said, each step leaving a deep footprint on the flexible structure of the ground.
“I can’t build the Imperial Palace out of clay, so I can’t say it’s ugly——!”
Jack ran into an alien creature with multi-jointed bone tentacles. The two tentacles spread out to the wings like expanded ribs, two groups of which were supported on the ground, and the tip of each tentacle was a sharp bone knife. Its main body is an insect-like three-section ellipsoid-shaped limb wrapped in a carapace, with simple dark pink lines emerging on the surface. There were two eyes on the head, which were dark brown in color, staring straight at him. The deformed luster made it difficult to breathe.
The Luna Wolves have undoubtedly experienced hundreds of battles on battlefields everywhere, but the existence of Ran Dan's aliens continues to refresh his understanding of aliens - they are the most diverse race he has ever seen. .
Then, he knocked it down, used his power claws to tear through the hard bone tentacles, bending them one by one like weeds, and used the weight of himself plus the power armor to force it to fight back ferociously. A few seconds later, he pinched the last tentacle of the alien, broke it back, or even tore it off directly. A splash of yellow-green mucus spurted out from the severed limb, and the alien fell, its unblinking eyes staring upward.
Jack threw away the severed limb in his hand. Just holding it made him feel sick. He was not sure whether it was the influence of biological toxins or some unknown psychic element.
"Read some Imperial truths to me, Hashem?" Jack shouted.
Before the Word Bearer could answer, Kroger took the lead and roared: "Get out of the way!"
After the first one appeared, more sounds of bones colliding came from behind the corner. Iron Warrior Hammer took out a grenade and quickly smashed it into the incoming alien group, blasting a passage.
They ran while aiming, and the aiming point was uncertain. Fortunately, the bullets hitting any corner of the biological ship were not wasted. A large number of shattering sounds exploded in the firelight, the enemy's broken bones flew everywhere, and slime was everywhere.
Under fire, several of the aliens showed obvious hesitation and showed pain feedback when hit. After dozens of seconds, they retreated, fled, and turned away in front of the Space Marines. The soldiers immediately followed up. On the one hand, they wanted to leave the area where the acidic mucus was surging as soon as possible and re-enter the invisible part of the entire ship, that is, a relatively quiet area. On the other hand, they wanted to pursue themselves.
"No escape," Gerry said, "no forgiveness."
The shock wave of the explosion exploded in the direction where his gunfire was pointing, and he could almost hear the wails and pain from the aliens A bitter-smelling chemical substance emitted from the air. A large number of bones were shattered, and death followed. The air is full of mixed sour smells and stench. If a mortal were here, he would be so smoked that it would be difficult to continue fighting, unless his will was unimaginably strong.
They quickly left the combat zone and entered new darkness with the occasional flash of electric sparks. A small number of non-swarming aliens can also be destroyed with melee weapons, whether claws, swords, or hammers. The arc of light in the decomposition field flashes, sometimes illuminating the darkness.
"...Now we have the ability to witness the vastness of the universe and use our own learning and understanding to analyze all the mysteries of the world..." Hashem said softly.
According to Jack's request, he read the Imperial Truth.
It is difficult to imagine the mentality of the Word Bearers to recite these truths that refute religion calmly and even with reverence.
Regardless, the sound of the Word Bearers chanting the Imperial Truth may be the best background audio they can get in this area inhospitable to human life.
At the sound of the Word Bearers' voice, Kroger realized a problem.
"That was the first group of aliens to break out," Kroger said, sensing something unusual and leading the team onward. "The previous aliens felt no pain and were not afraid of danger. But these creatures trembled and fled under the crisis."
"These are normal aliens, Kroger," Jack replied, picking up the armor and hanging it on He tore off a broken bone and threw it away, "Smart life should of course understand the existence of fear. This is one of the tenets of the Eighth Legion. Fear, the highest fear."
"They are wisdom Life." Dark Angel automatically omitted the last half of his comments and thoughts about the Moon Wolf, "Part of it is."
"Maybe it has something to do with their life stage?" Hammer speculated, "Outside the alien empire, there should be no intelligence in those flesh-and-blood structures."
"Maybe they also have some hierarchical distinctions within themselves, like tree trunks, branches and leaves." Jack said. "Some aliens are like this."
There is no existing reference for the internal structure of this ship. Even the auxiliary computing equipment of the Iron Warriors only provides limited warning and detection assistance, rather than many times for other Old Night humans and humans. When the pocket empire established by the mutants launches an attack, it can achieve an almost prophetic effect on the structure.
The team searched for a path forward, passing through large forest-like blocks of bone or hard fiber, carving out a winding road in an intricate network of intertwined flesh. Sometimes, some aliens in a new alert state will come to the door, maybe they are sentries, or they assume the responsibility of patrollers.
Evasion is better than direct firefight. After all, they are just a small team - they are certainly not alone. War designer Perturabo will not allow such an almost stupid strategy to appear under his command and waste any lives. . "Even if sacrifice is a necessity, its presence still signifies the general's incompetence," Hammer said of a war blacksmith who once said this. After a while he remembered that this was one of the monthly rotating slogans at the Agora Bazaar last year, if he remembered correctly.
In short, there are other teams entering the ship from different entrances. They have not met so far. The main reason is still luck.
While searching for a way to escape, they ran into something that made Hashem grit his teeth - some Astartes warriors who had lost their lives, were stripped from their armor, and their neural interfaces were extensively damaged. , embedded in the wall, leaving only the torso and head upward from the abdomen exposed outside the crimson wall, like some kind of half-eaten exhibit.
While Jack was responsible for dragging Hashem and telling him not to empty his firepower on the spot, the remaining people endured the surging emotions and checked them to confirm that they had no mutations and that their signs of life were confirmed. disappear.
In addition, it is worth mentioning that they should have been dead before they appeared in the wall. Each corpse had obvious fatal injuries on the body, such as two hearts penetrated by bone spurs and ruptured Arteries and more fatal wounds.
No matter what, Hashem used power weapons to destroy everything he saw, even if it cost them a new group of low-intelligence Randan aliens that looked like long-legged, long-mouthed brains. Branch chase. No one accused the Muristan of being irrationally excited, he did what everyone wanted to do - not to mention that Jack took the opportunity to kick the crimson wall hard with his boot next to him.
The path ahead shrinks towards the middle, and the tunnel becomes long and narrow. They came to another unknown area, which seemed to be located on a narrow beam.
Jack retracted his foot out of thin air before stepping on the air, and issued a warning on the channel to avoid an accidental fall accident.
“Maybe it’s a hundred meters deep down here, maybe it’s only high enough to cover your feet,” Jack said, shaking his power claw with lingering fear. “It seems like it’s blocking my helmet detection down there. I don’t know what it is. . I bet jumping down is not a good option, I don’t plan to try it.”
“Of course.” Hanmer replied, one of their war blacksmiths has personally verified the dangers of falling.
This area was less guarded than most of the areas they had passed through before, and perhaps even unguarded; on the other hand, this long, maze-like journey across the beams was also unpleasant. . A few hours passed, and it was certain that they did not stay in place, but they also never walked out of this winding and narrow path,
"I suddenly remembered something, brothers." Shadow Moon Canglang paid attention to the boundary of the path under his feet in the thermal imaging field of view.
The place they are in has changed from an icy environment near the outer reaches of the universe to a warm and humid inner space, but these active biomass can still be clearly distinguished in field of view detection. In a sense, this is also One thing that worked in its favor - though as time went on, they began to wonder more and more whether the entire massive alien ship might also be a living creature, and they were wandering into each other's disgusting bowels.
"Say." Gerry replied.
“We don’t have any pharmacists with us, and we don’t have any extraction containers. If someone, you know, unfortunately dies on this glorious and great road, how are we going to take away his gene seeds? ?" Jack said hesitantly.
"No more." Kroger responded, feeling the body of the Word Bearer in the team tense. Perhaps everyone in the team has hidden passions and ambitions, but beneath Hashem's seemingly gentle appearance, the emotions hidden inside may be particularly turbulent.
He is a good companion, Kroger thought, but in the future, if the Gene Father decides to continue to cooperate with their Legion, at least Kroger hopes that he will not be chosen to travel with him again. .
"No, I mean, Ran Dan is proficient in biotechnology, we..." Jack paused, "Are we going to leave our fallen brothers intact to them?"
There was a brief silence in the team. For a moment, the Word Bearers and the Dark Angel said almost at the same time: "I will handle it."
Then, their two helmets turned slightly, facing each other's direction, and then turned quickly amidst the faint whistling of the wind. Back.
"What?" Gerry growled, and before he finished speaking, Hammer had already raised his gun and started shooting, accurately shooting down a flying creature hiding behind a pile of falling stalactite-like bone stones. Then came the second and third ones. Each burst shot could kill at least one dark creature like a deep-sea manta ray. If the angle was right, his bullets could penetrate two to three of them.
The situation was not beneficial to them. The 23rd team stood in the bright light, restricted by the narrow passage, and behind the countless falling stones of uncertain heights around them, the sound of many membrane wings trembling gradually sounded. Dark beams with indistinguishable colors pierced the darkness, and unstable ions were transformed into high-radiation energy jets through the filtering of biological organs, hitting the warriors extremely quickly.
"See the throne..." Jack cursed instead of crying out in pain. The beam penetrated his arm armor, burning a tear in the middle of his finger extensor muscle, and directly affected the flexion and extension of the four fingers he held the gun. He took a step back, and the deep black and red beam burned half of the muscle fiber connections where his feet had just stood.
In the alarm bells caused by some experience, he instinctively ran to one side along the beam.
Combat experience saved him. Two seconds after he left, the entire beam collapsed downwards, chasing the soles of his feet until he stood on the next support point extending from below to above. top.
He breathed a sigh of relief. Just before his breath was completely exhaled from his mouth, a series of terrible sounds of armor colliding sounded in the unbalanced sound of the armor. The iron feathers collided and the strips twitched. Hitting the rivet, in an instant, the muscle beams under the Dark Angel's feet were directly burned through, and the warrior wearing heavy armor had nowhere to hide.
Only falling.
In less than five seconds, the heavy landing sound echoed like thunder, followed by the noisy operating noise of Terminator A.
With a squeaking sound, Dark Angel Gerry slowly climbed up on his own - his biggest resistance was the design of the armor itself.
"Hi." Gerry said hello upwards, but no one responded awkwardly.
"Hey, brother," Jack's heart almost jumped out of his chest and was still in a rapid beating state. He cleared his throat and said dryly, "You... fell."< br>
"Yes, I fell. It seems that the straight line height here is no more than fifteen meters." There was a hint of depression in Gerry's calm voice, "This is a platform, there is no maze, you can all come down. ”
Kroger took the lead and jumped down following Gerry's footsteps. He landed heavily but steadily on his feet and bent his knees for cushioning. The remaining few soldiers all jumped down.
Some alien technology jamming equipment was installed in unknown places, preventing the scanner from continuing to operate, but their naked eyes were enough to see the situation here: the place where they were suddenly changed back to a steel structure, and the ground Hard, with no strings of faces or eyes on the walls, the structure seemed to resemble a hall. Apart from some slime from the battle above, everything is clean and tidy.
Only the similar warm air temperature indicates that they are still in the core of the spacecraft.
"Isn't this the right way?" Jack muttered in frustration, the power claw dangling back and forth, "Why do we have to circle that beam for hours?"
" Because someone advised us not to jump down," Gerry said calmly, "Who is that..."
"Dear battle brother, your fall made me so sad that I almost sat on the ground in a daze," Hashem said sadly, appearing silently behind Gerry, carrying his pious chanting step by step. Approaching, "Why are those beautiful Deathwing swords broken? Fortunately, fortunately, you survived this disaster, how lucky you are! It must be His..."
"Thank you, Hashem. We're all grateful," Kroger said, feeling an indescribable wave of relief coming from the Deathwing's helmet.
He continued firmly: "Now that we have found a new way out, we will move on."
(End of this chapter)