Chapter 87 First Blood
In the beginning, fog was not the main symptom, and in a ship, it is very normal for the humidity in the lower deck to be too high, so almost all No one pays too much attention to changes in readings at any time.
The main problem in the beginning is darkness.
"Maxim."
Wearing silver-gray power armor, the black-painted shoulder armor is also decorated with a crowned skull of the same color as the armor, and the Astartes turned slightly. , to show his respect for the battle leader and to listen carefully to his master's speech.
"Look for the switch for the lights here, or the main switch, or something similar. We are on our own mothership now, and there must be energy and light here. Hell, we are not on some abandoned ship-"
The crude electronic voice of "Sage" spoke abruptly.
"The machine soul did not respond."
"What?"
"I tried it - according to the design drawings obtained from the captain's database before we came down, The machine spirits of all power and lighting facilities did not respond - or in other words, although we just moved from the entrance to the B3 deck, the structure here has actually become very different -"
The priest's electronic generator-like voice sounded so bad at the moment, "In secular terms, we may not be where we think we are. The nature of the space here has changed."
"So we may have stepped into some kind of forty-one thousand year subspace trap or ancient Terran ghost story space. Thank you, 'Sage', you really brought us good news."
Lami Zain muttered. The similar-looking "Iron Halo" and "Rose Beads" on his body have all been activated through LOGOS or adjusted to the automatic reaction stimulation mode. The heavy war hammer in his hand made a buzzing sound of energy field running.
The ataxic former librarian can fully feel his tension in the thick power armor.
Hopefully I won't give off any bad smells or pheromones because I'm too scared. He thought, Oh my god, I'm surrounded by a circle of Space Marines. Not only do they all have extra-sensory facial features and detection nerves, but everyone can actually fight more than me.
The Astartes transformation surgeries and brainwashing training procedures have stabilized their minds and eliminated those emotions that would cause impact and should not be had; but not only do I have all kinds of emotions, I don’t even know what we are going to face now, and there are still It’s so dark, there are only a few of us in total! ——This feels really bad!
[I must say that I feel really bad in every aspect from instinctive warning to rational analysis. Pepe, you didn’t lie to me, did you? It’s already like this. Do you really don’t need me to do anything? 】
【Yes. It's okay, believe me, Lamizane, just turn on all your defensive equipment, and then no matter what happens next, just stand there and don't make a sound or retreat. 】
[The more you reassure me, the more uneasy I feel, Perturabo. 】
【Really? That was a really new experience for my body, and you can keep it in the biochemical record in case I can experience it in the future, maybe. 】
[Oh my God, Pepe, don’t talk about yourself like that, no one should have such thoughts. 】
【Hehe. 】
They continued to move forward, the thick and sticky darkness taking on some color silently.
The Space Marines vigilantly kept each other in a circle close enough but not too close, and kept their bolters ready to fire.
The empty, cold, dusty, dark rooms and corridors were endless, as if they would never end. They passed intersection after intersection and opened passage doors one after another.
Countless hatches appeared on both sides of the passage, and each closed door seemed to be illuminated by warm light. Slight laughter and indistinct conversations began to come from behind them.
These voices range from arrogant to kind, from rough to gentle, and are of every age and gender. Each sound reminds people of some other pictures. They are extremely delicate and infinitely rippling. The end of each syllable seems to have a small hook, trying to hook any fish that wants to open the door and take a look.
The muzzle of the bolter spit out a stream of flames into the darkness, but the ammunition did not hit anything. It was just swallowed by the darkness. The creepy chewing sound appeared vaguely for a second, and then Stopped.
“Brothers Syras?” Maxim still sounded emotional, “Report the reason for unauthorized shooting.”
“I think I just saw a multi-armed long tail ”
"Where?" "I'm not sure, three o'clock, it flashed by, it was too fast." Silas said, "But it definitely didn't look human."
< br>"Be alert and maintain formation, and then allow indiscriminate shooting."
The sweet and unpleasant smell of balm and oil starts from the fresh and pleasant fragrance and gradually becomes strong and smelly, they wrap They tried to get into every crack in the soldiers' armor, and their sounds, smells, and temperatures lingered and whispered.
Those black shadows and edges of light now look blue? Or pink or purple? Lamizane wasn't sure.
However, those visions and sounds did not shake him. He hurriedly glanced at the side of his retina. The interface that popped up linked to the panel readings of other members of the team. The data showed that everyone's minds were affected to a certain extent——
Then things started to change again.
"O mother of Nyos, I don't like this," the Mechanicus-Priest muttered, and began to ignite his personal internal energy source to activate some kind of high-heat shield generator.
The extremely fragrant and stinking fog began to thicken, and the bright and varied colors and seductive sounds were obscured by the dense fog.
These unusually moist mist only began to appear when they walked past. Everyone felt it, and the malicious eyes were on those thick water droplets, looking at them with an abnormal greed and kindness. Looking at the warriors, trying to incorporate everything about them.
Lamizane raised his head and turned his head. A dozen sensors reported their conflicting findings. The droplets condensed into mist hung densely on the new plating of his power armor and condensed due to this movement. It turned into larger droplets and flowed down the gaps and ravines in the armor.
A picture suddenly jumped into his mind.
The Primarch's armies are like torrents of steel, washing away every inch of the universe and building upon them the fortress of the new order.
For glory? He asked himself, no.
What do you want?
I...
When he looked carefully again, there was nothing.
There was only a void in front of him that could not be dissolved.
There are no enemies, no fellow travelers, only coldness, darkness, nothingness and the hunger that bites the soul.
The overly humid fog absorbed all sounds, and the surroundings seemed completely silent until the moment they actually encountered it.
Without any warning, a bulging and twisted monster jumped out of the fog with saliva and rushed towards the flank of the team.
The monster took great interest in wrapping its swollen tongue around the unfortunate victim, and then grabbed him with its yellowed teeth that were several feet long on its belly.
The Astartes was thrown high like a doll by unnatural force, the armor plate scraped harshly against something, the trigger was held tightly with fingers and fired in vain - the others scattered When it was opened, the sound of thick acidic liquid corroding ceramic steel and the terrifying sound of bones being cut and cracked penetrated into the eardrums. When the beast bit his fallen half and a ball of intestines in mid-air, intending to fight with his own again. When playing with toys.
Syras is dead.
All this happens before the other members of this recruit squad can react.
Bolters and warriors roared simultaneously, and the charge began.
Gua.
It’s too cold.
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(End of this chapter)