Chapter 40 Blood Tribulation (4)
After arriving in high orbit, the Spark immediately went into action.
The strike cruiser shuddered with barely contained power, the air filled with the static from its void shields and the throb of its packed light spear batteries.
The command throne where Lothar replaced Soshyan in charge of the bridge was surrounded by a holographic screen and data readings.
The explosion-proof wall of the observation port has been lowered, and the space behind now shows the monitoring screen and observation monitor occupying the center of the Dark Bridge.
Lothar looked at the crew at work.
Generally speaking, Space Marines rarely pay attention to their mortal servants, and even less really notice their activities. This is not out of arrogance, but because of the huge physical and psychological gap. It was difficult for the superhumans to notice the thin humans rushing back and forth around them. Those who control the bridge are the most privileged of the thousands of servants who serve the warship, and their experience and expertise provide them with better rations and cabins.
Even so, they are useless and fragile creatures. Their gray-white robes hang loosely on their thin bodies, making them look haggard.
In a vain attempt to imitate their masters, all had their scalps shaved, and some added tattoos of sky eagles on their faces and arms.
Lotha watched as they worked in the communications posts and auspicious structures, monitoring engine output and preparing to coordinate firepower.
Everything is in silence.
At this height, no matter how hard he tried, Lothar found that he could not tell any of them apart, old or young, male or female.
They are the property of the order, and they must serve on this ship for life, whether voluntarily or by force.
This is the cruel and indifferent side of the human empire.
Choice is a luxury for most people.
"Chapter Commander."
Lotha turned on the long-range communicator and communicated with Soshyan, who had arrived at the torpedo launch bay.
"We are catching up to the transport ship. The ID scan and keel markings confirm that it is undoubtedly the New Pharos. What are your orders?"
"You signaled her. ?”
“Yes, but she didn’t respond. Close-range auspicious detection only detected very few signs of life. A landing ship was thrown out by her about twenty minutes ago, and the target was the orbital station. , I think your guess has been confirmed.”
"It seems that those traitors have already had their fun, and it is nothing more than a morgue up there."
"Indeed, but they may be able to provide us with information before landing, such as the identities of the traitors."< br>
Losa looked at the surveillance screen.
Even without magnification, New Pharos can be clearly identified, its spinning green and white sphere contrasting with its mottled, unflattering body.
What happened to her crew? What now occupied her deck and space in the darkness?
"Chapter Commander, we still have twenty seconds to enter the launch range."
"It's under your control."
Wait quietly for twenty seconds before wrapping Soshiyan's attack He felt the shock as the torpedo was fired.
Behind him, Team 1 stood still, fully armored and armed, automatic stabilizers and magnetic locks keeping them steady as the torpedoes were launched towards the side of the New Pharos.
The Starfire has reached a very close distance from the opponent, close enough to ensure that no matter what defense system it has, it will not be able to lock them when the Astral Knight's torpedoes tear open the narrow void between them. .
Before the proximity alarm sounded and the inside of the narrow metal cabin was filled with fierce red light, less than fifteen seconds had passed on the time display on Soshyan's mask.
"Get ready to enter the cabin!"
Soshiyan ordered, setting the stabilizer to maximum power.
Just when the armor was locked, he felt the thrust of the brake rocket suppressing a rapid collision. At the moment of the impact, he snorted.
The power armor absorbs the strong changes in gravity. This force is enough to tear a mortal into pieces.
The torpedo seemed to pause for a moment, and then fresh shocks shot through the deck beneath Soshyan's feet as the heat from its head burned through the New Pharos's outer hull.
Soshyan took off the power sword from his waist.
He could feel the desire of the first team behind him to fight. They had waited too long.
But Soshyan found himself praying that there were not too many traitors left alive on the ship, nothing to complicate the killing. Not only could the Astral Knights not accept defeat, they could not even accept larger losses.
Then Soshyan pushed his worries aside and concentrated.
He is no longer an ordinary warrior. Soon, the broken metal plate was exploded by the landing torpedo with a dull explosion, and then the harsh sound of automatic explosions came.
The flashing light inside the torpedo changed from red to green. Soshyan was moving before the ramp was lowered. The roar of the power sword's decomposition stance corresponded to the deathly silence, and Outside was screaming darkness.
The next second, Soshyan's automatic senses captured deformed, unnatural shapes. They were torn apart by the torpedo penetration explosion, and the fragments scattered throughout the corridor made the scene even more distortion.
His sensors detected the unmistakable, repulsive stench of the Warp.
This is a group of highly tainted followers of Chaos, possibly a renegade crew from a previous ship.
Their pale bodies were covered with blasphemous symbols, their open mouths were densely packed with fangs, and they rushed towards these angels of death with various primitive weapons.
"Destroy them."
Behind Soshyan, the First Squad swarmed up and quickly eliminated the first batch of Chaos Cultists that pounced on them from the darkness. The Space Marines did not even use Boltguns, but instead used chainsaws and fists to tear them into wet shreds of flesh and black pus.
Soshyan trampled on their twisted corpses, and the traitors showed their hatred with their fangs.
The deformed fear will destroy the sanity of most mortals. The blood-sucking fangs and newly grown appendages twist and try to catch the silver-gray armor.
But they are still as fragile as paper in front of the Space Marines.
Soshyan easily cut them open with his sword, causing pieces of black filth to splash on his armor.
Farzad rushed down the corridor, the anger of his two battle axes filled the enclosed space, and the screaming fragments mixed with blood raindrops towards him, making him look like a dark person. red.
The second team also quickly emerged from the landing bay. They protected the flanks of the first team, the deflagration guns buzzing with energy overload as they vaporized the Chaos cultists further down the corridor into exploding flames and ash. Sound.
After the last Chaos follower died wailing under Soshyan's fist, he moved forward and saw an open passage hatch.
He sidled through it, looking for new enemies.
Automatic sensors revealed to him the slaughterhouse he had stepped into. What had once been the ship's church was flooded with blood and hanging body parts. The crazy slaughterhouse was crawling with hunched, cloaked creatures, The cultists recoiled from Soshyan's appearance.
Soshyan did not hesitate, swung his sword forward, and tore apart their twisted limbs.
In order to escape from him, the cultists tried their best to catch and beat each other, but it was of no use in front of the silver-armored giant.
He soon had these people join the slaughterhouse they once created.
“No other crew members were found.”
When Farzad came to report, Soshyan stood there breathing heavily, with internal organs dripping from his ancient armor.
He struggled to control himself, the urge to continue killing out of rage.
At the same time, he received a second battle report on his visor, from the second tactical team that sneaked into the engine room of the ship.
"There were no survivors."
Ustad described what he saw.
"There are no signs of traitors. The engine room is currently under control."
But Soshyan's attention was attracted by a huge symbol on the church wall. His intuition Telling him that this symbol has a lot to do with the identity of the traitor, he intercepted it and sent it to Lothar on the bridge.
"Losa, did you receive the picture I saw?"
"Roger it, Chapter Commander."
"What is this."
On the bridge of the Starfire, Lothar stood on the command platform, staring at his visor. Picture sent by Shi Yang.
"Chapter Commander, it seems that all your guesses are correct. We have indeed encountered a traitor."
On the wall stained red by dripping blood, a brass-colored 's symbol glows with evil light.
"This is the symbol of the Chaos God Khorne. We encountered a Khorne warband."
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(End of this chapter)