Chapter 332 Intervention
Sarpedon was silent for a while, and then picked up the communicator.
"Transfer me to the backup channel."
Soon, the Soul Messenger's backup communication channel sounded a ticking sound requesting communication, and the furious Gorgli stared at the good friend. After a while, the microphone was connected.
"Chapter Commander, I am Sarpedon, Director of the Think Tank. I have shut down the weapon array of the Star Castle, and the strike fleet will leave orbit immediately. I am waiting for you in the main control hall of the Star Castle."
"This is obviously an ambush and a conspiracy."
Soshyan warned, but Golgri
did not answer.
After a moment of silence, he replied to the communication:
“So you admitted your mistake?”
"If that's what you think, then so be it, as long as it can alleviate your suspicions, but I hope that we will handle these matters within the Chapter ourselves and not involve outsiders. Chapter Commander, I hope you can also take more care of the war. The honor of the regiment."
"Sarpedon."
Soshyan had never heard Gorgli put such a profound meaning into a single name.
"Our honor has long been trampled and tarnished by your rebellion."
A heavy sigh came from the end of the communicator.
"If this is your wish, then I accept it."
"Also, tell your accomplices that I will be there soon and will not bring any outsiders, but they'd better give their own behavior Find a reasonable explanation."
He then closed the voice communication.
Golgri's cold eyes turned to his honor guard as he reached for his helmet.
“Follow me and call everyone together.”
At this time, Soshyan stepped forward.
“Brother, I can help you.
“No. "
Golgri refused him in a rare move.
" Soshyan, I have to handle this matter myself. At least Sarpedon was right about one thing. The honor of the chapter cannot be No more damage. ”
With that said, he summoned everyone in the battle group and headed to the flight deck to prepare to take the Thunder Eagle to the Star Castle.
Soshiyan thought about it for a while, then returned to the Unbound Soul and told Thor everything he heard. Sevatar on the side also listened to most of it.
“That idiot.”
He directly gave Gorgli a very negative evaluation.
"How could such a naive person become a chapter leader? He doesn't really think that he can make those veterans surrender with his words, right? He has no correct understanding of the current situation at all."
Soshyan glared at Savita, then looked at Thor.
“I’m not too reassured.”
“Ah, looking at it now, even if it’s not a trap, it’s not too far off. The essential contradiction is not whether this action was out of line, but whether it was out of line. It lies in the disobedience and high degree of independence of the veteran group towards the young chapter leader. Such conflicts often only intensify and are difficult to ease."
Thor also expressed his unoptimistic attitude.
"Golgli does not have such great prestige to overwhelm those people, and bloodshed will inevitably occur."
"Then how should I help him?"
"The best way now is for us to provide assistance when they take action, so that Golgri can accept it and it is morally acceptable. .”
Soshiyang thought for a moment and nodded. "This is feasible, but how do we enter the Star Castle without alerting others?"
Thor smiled and looked at Sevatar.
"What do you think?"
"Then teleport."
Under normal conditions, the risk of teleporting directly to the interior of the Star Castle is very high, but Soshyan knows that Savita has The ability that allows them to teleport accurately.
So he nodded and said;
"Then it's decided, just the three of us."
After a brief preparation, the three arrived at the transfer room.
Unlike the upper deck, the courtyard they were in was almost completely uncovered in Gothic-style decoration. On the contrary, the roof and walls here gave way to the rumbling Mechanicus full of wires. Transferring the engine unit, streams of water vapor are continuously erupting from the exhaust ports of several engine units.
"Start the transmission."
After being ready, Soshyan gave the order.
Around the room, technical servitors began to swarm on the screaming machinery, pulling the joysticks and spinning the huge copper turntables.
While working, each servitor began to sing different binary statements repeatedly, which sounded like a strange mathematical sailor's chant.
Then the engines began to vibrate violently, screaming as they spun upward.
Behind this flat room, there stood a raised platform, and the carols of the astral choir came from a life-sustaining capsule.
The melodious female voice and the servitor's monotonous mechanical language mixed into an unbearable contrast.
Soshiyan actually doesn’t like this way of traveling. If he is asked to sit in the cabin of a Thunderhawk, roaring all the way through the atmosphere and facing the death spread by enemy fire, he will not do anything about it. hesitate.
Or, lock him in the seat of the drop pod, fire it, and then smash it straight to the surface from an orbiting ship dozens of kilometers high. Soshyan will also complete his duties without any complaints.
But teleportation is a completely different matter.
The World Engine's experience of crossing the subspace left a considerable psychological shadow on him, making him always resist that feeling.
Before the dazzling white-gold light faded, he felt the artificial breeze, gently pushing his armor, just enough to blow his silver-gray robe and the blessed words on his shoulder armor. Oath scroll.
Soshiyan did not wear the Terminator this time, but the fine power armor from the past.
Then, he raised his bolter alertly, and within a few seconds as the fog of teleportation gradually faded from his eyes, the weapon was ready.
The air blast caused by the teleportation is like artificial thunder, which has been filtered into harmless sounds by the helmet's automatic sensing device.
The surging fog and halo around you exist under such a breeze. It won't be long.
He felt the solidity of the floor under his feet for a while, and knew that he was still intact after being teleported.
After that, he gritted his teeth, tightened his skin, and stretched out his bolter towards Yuan Jingping in front of him.
They were teleported to the center of a circular pit, with a radius of at least ten meters. It was obviously caused by teleportation.
Looking around, this is a very wide space, but it is very empty. The foundation made of plastic steel is interspersed from the floor. These are the low walls and pillars of the giant building that will be built on this foundation.
As a fixed star fort, its size is no different from a hive. Even the space within a dozen kilometers is only one of its many areas.
This is most likely a residential area being built, or it may be an empty warehouse.
But now no one can be seen here, not even the servitor, no movement, no sign of breathing.
(End of this chapter)