Chapter 832 Grea's Deception
Through the observation dome of the Unbound Soul, Soshyan saw the warships leaving the fortress one after another. They accelerated with all their strength, and the flames generated by their engines were dazzling than the rays of the sun. .
He stood there, looking like this, for a whole hour, holding the helmet in his hand.
The reason for doing this is just that he wanted to see his men leave with his own eyes instead of observing through the armor's data link.
Suddenly, a flash of light lit up from a space not far away, and a purple sphere surrounded several ships.
The light stimulated Soshyan's eyes and pierced his mind through his optic nerve. Despite this, he kept watching the warp enveloping those ships.
They will be the first step in the plan.
The sphere faded, and the ships disappeared with it.
At this time, the communication angel in the dome turned around from the pedestal it was on and opened its mechanical mouth.
"The decoy fleet has set off, sir. We are also preparing to enter the subspace. I noticed that you are still in the No. 2 observation dome. I will order the shutters to be closed soon, sir."
"Thank you, Lothar, I have nothing to do here."
Soshyan turned away from the huge armored glass. The shutters had begun to gradually rise from the outside of the battleship, and the observation dome followed. As they continue to rise and sway.
Suddenly, the door opened and Sol walked in.
He looked even more worried than he looked during the meeting.
“What’s the matter, Captain Sol?”
The dome's shutters were fully closed, isolating them from the sights of the Void and the Warp.
"I have been thinking about a question."
Thor has not participated in the military operations of the Astral Knights for a long time. This time he actively asked to participate, but he appeared quite worried.
“If we can see through something easily, there is no reason for the senior leaders of the Minotaur Chapter not to be able to see through it. They should know that we will not just fall into the trap.”
“You are Do they have any other backup plans? ”
Thor shook his head.
"This is only a possibility. What worries me even more is that Greia may be hiding a lot of things."
"Greia?"
Suo Shiyang frowned slightly. He felt that what he suspected and what Saul suspected were not the same thing, so he decided not to think randomly and just listen to the other person's opinion.
“What could it be?”
"The reason why the Lamenter went on a mission."
Soshiyang thought for a moment, and then was horrified.
What Thor said is true. The Mechanic Cultists in Grea are indeed hiding something, but he was previously focused on the Minotaur and ignored this.
"Yes, yes, this matter is full of weirdness. If it is just an unimportant matter, why don't they solve it by themselves?"
"But if it is an important matter, then why don't they solve it themselves?" Why should the Chapter Astartes intervene? ”
Soshiyang thought for a moment and suddenly realized where Sol's uneasiness came from.
"Then there is only one possibility. What happened in that place is something that they cannot solve but cannot make public. And they themselves must be well aware of what happened there."
< br>Speaking of this, Soshyan slapped the railing beside him, and a deep mark immediately appeared on it.
“Hateful! These Mechanicus Cultists pretend to be dull on the surface, but each one is more cunning than the other on the inside! They must have taken advantage of Brother Malakin’s eagerness to restore the Chapter, and used vague excuses to deceive him into performing this mission. "It's a pity that we don't have time to ask them now"
"Then it's up to us to drag the Weepers out of the trap ourselves!"
Soshiyan clenched his fists and made up his mind to save their allies at all costs.
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In the void, a fleet is slowly breaking away from the constraints of the planet’s orbit.
Among them, walking at the forefront is a giant ship with thick armor, the Power of Daedalus.
The bridge of this ancient battleship was like a train with more than ten carriages, wildly derailed without any choreography, and a large number of pipelines and equipment were piled together, showing some kind of orderly chaos.
The stressed hull shuddered and groaned, and the heavy transverse frame spanning the bridge like a church cellar screamed due to the twisted pressure and burning engines. The uniformed crew members shouted loudly. Status reports on major systems.
"All ships reported."
The communications director loudly announced, tapping his fingers on the Thinker's interface as he did only when his nerves were on edge.
“A perfect transfer.”
"Give me a visual picture."
The captain of the Power of Daedalus, a man about fifty years old, said sternly.
Then, the eye-shaped screen flashed out, and at the same time, the heavy plastic steel sunshades covering the compartment windows were manually rolled up by sweating sailors.
A ray of light from a distant star swept away the crimson stripes of the emergency lights. The optical eyes of the mechanical priests even automatically narrowed their apertures. The other crew members on the bridge grunted in pain. sound, covering their eyes or looking away until their vision adjusts.
"Are we at the specified coordinates?"
A majestic giant sat on a throne made of bronze and horns, juxtaposed with the command platform on a separate platform, ensuring that the person sitting on it could oversee the entire bridge.
This giant is nearly two meters tall just sitting. He is wearing a set of bronze armor, just like the warriors of ancient Terra. Even the muscle texture of his abdomen is carved into the armor and is slightly raised. There is an angry bull head logo on the shoulder armor, with tassels extending to nearly the elbow.
He was wearing a helmet, and there was only a cold gaze behind the black eyepiece. On both sides of the throne stood a giant wearing brown Terminator armor. The giant on the left was holding a mysterious black spear. The giant on the right is holding a thick round shield engraved with a bull pattern.
This man is the leader of the Minotaur Chapter, Asterion Moro, a mysterious, cold and cruel warrior.
"Galaxy Main Jump Point."
the energetic captain shouted, without looking up from his screen.
"The coordinates have been confirmed, but-"
Soon, he felt the weight of sharp eyes falling on his back. At the same time, he analyzed the preliminary divination report. The enhanced nerves process output far faster than its crew or cogitators.
He wasn't quite sure whether it was good news or bad news.
“Speak, Captain.”
"There are ships, my lord, three of them, leaving the high anchorage of the main jump point to intercept us. Their identities are unknown, but they can be expected to be from the Astral Knights. They are much faster than we previously expected."
< br>Asterion leaned forward on the throne, and then uttered a few words without emotion.
"Go to fight."
The fleet immediately began to turn, heading towards the node where a crack was being torn open, where three modified heavy cargo ships were slowly approaching - —
(End of this chapter)