Chapter 882 Son of the Nightmare
“Huh? No, not the Astral Knight.”
The guard thought for a while and shook his head.
"I saw their fleet more than ten years ago. It's not their colors and it doesn't have their logo. So who are they?"
"Sir, what should we do now? ?”
The officer's voice was trembling as he clearly believed that the Astartes were here to punish them.
“Are we worthy of their action?”
Another person asked with some confusion:
“It’s not necessary, we just got some minerals. , Isn’t it worth the Astartes’ war?”
“Maybe they just plan to empty our warehouse——”
"Do you think the Space Marines are robbers?"
"If not, just give it to them and waste money and eliminate disaster."
While everyone was talking about it, Security Officer Moss Baines After pondering for a while, when he spoke again, everyone was stunned.
“We must fire.”
For a moment, there was silence on the command deck.
"To the Space Marines of the Empire?"
A few seconds later, the first person to speak expressed obvious shock at this.
"Baines, are you crazy?"
"I'm not crazy. They broke in without any warning and interfered with all our sensors until they malfunctioned. You What do you think they are here for? Are they joking with you? Yes, we should defend ourselves. This is the only way, otherwise we will all die."
"The outcome will be the same if we open fire. ! ”
"No matter what, we must fire."
"Without target lock?"
The officer who looked like a rich man looked very panicked and operated the console slowly. And reset the dial.
"Tell the space station defense array to fire manually!"
The security officer frowned and tried to listen to his receiver.
"The internal comms are down, what do you want me to do, sir? Yell in the corridors and expect the entire station to hear? And anyway all the instruments are blind, the lighting is out, how do you want them to get to the turret platform ?”
But the security officer just gritted his teeth and watched the warship slowly approach. There were nearly three thousand guards on the space station and hundreds of defensive weapons. In principle, they had enough firepower to repel this attack. battleship.
"Light up the cannon."
"What?"
"Open the gun port, and the left weapons array fires at the approximate coordinates of the ship, setting it to Live-fire exercises will be useful!”
"Good idea."
The rich man reached out and grabbed the weapon he was wearing in his holster, pulled it out without hesitation and fired neatly.
The sound of gunshots rang out in the small cabin. In the blink of an eye, Moss Baines fell from his seat and turned into a pile of bones. A hole was neatly drilled in his forehead, and the wall behind him was plastered. Bloody mud.
“And it was really useful.”
The man who killed the commander smiled and said the conclusion,
Two of the other three officers on duty sat stunned, while the third reached for his pistol.
The man died first. He was shot three times in the chest and then lay back on his seat.
The remaining two attempted to escape, but two fatal headshots ended their plans and sprayed more skull fragments and dark goo around the control room. "Goal accomplished."
The rich man said, and his body shape began to change, eventually turning into the appearance of Moss Baines.
Then, he walked over, kicked the body off the leather control seat, and then began to operate the console, managing several major systems of the space station in order.
First of all, the gun holes remained sealed, and hundreds of turrets lost the power required to activate one by one.
Then the launch module and the escape module were locked, and the energy was completely sucked away, trapping all personnel on the space station.
Finally, the space station's void shield collapsed, the energy supply was lacking, and the backup generator was cut off.
An alarm sounded in the cabin, and he ended all the processes almost instantly.
That voice was really uncomfortable to hear.
He stood up and reloaded his pistol, then walked over to the communication console where he had been sitting.
A blue light flashed.
Message entering——
He then clicked on it.
"Report."
The voice in the comm was somewhere between a chuckle and a growl.
"This is the shapeshifter, space station security has been lifted, Lord Talos."
"Very good."
Talos stood up from his chair, which made His figure was exposed in the dim light.
Although he still wears the silver-gray power armor, his body has some decorations that are different from ordinary astral knights. The main thing is that there is a red lightning on one side of the shoulder armor, and there are a few midnight lights on both knees. The blue twill, through these small details, highlights his current special status in the Astral Knight system.
The prophet stood on the high platform and glanced below. A large statue-like strong figure was standing in the darkness, motionless.
After a cruel blood game and transformation surgery, fifty warriors who inherited the gene seeds of the Night Lords were born in an imperial loyal (stop complaining) warband - such a high transformation success rate Largely due to Valiel's years of research into the Night Lords' gene-seed.
However, they are just a new group of blood now, a group of chicks who are not yet qualified to wear power armor, so they can only wear midnight blue scout armor and a closed skull mask helmet. .
But the biggest difference between them and other recruits is that even when they were children, these people had already seen blood and were even used to killing people. The transformation surgery not only gave them powerful powers, but also invisibly amplified them. It suppresses their desire to kill, so just standing quietly brings an invisible pressure.
As for how to maintain the loyalty of these Midnight Sons, Talos's method was very simple. From the beginning, he did not tell these boys that they inherited the blood of a renegade legion.
Talos claimed that they are a special force, mainly used for infiltration and raids behind enemy lines, so they will appear slightly different from other companies. In other respects, they are the same as other warriors of the Astral Knights. So are their genes.
And this unit is called - Night Dire by other companies.
"Children of the Nightmare, the midnight party has begun. This is your first action after gaining extraordinary power. Don't let me down. Take this place in three hours. Resisters, kill. As slaves, all your performance in this operation will be recorded one by one as the basis for your future duties in the company."
"Yes!"
They roared in response, a red light shining from the eyes of the skull mask with some kind of bloodthirsty fervor.
About two hours later, in the dark space station -
"Let's go."
Jekma whispered behind him, and the three of them appeared in the corridor , the light packs on their chests glowed faintly, illuminating the front.
Whenever a beam of light passes through the wall, they can see the markings painted on the bulkhead, telling them that the passage is E-31.
Jackma has been trying his best not to enter the main corridor of the space station. Since the attack, no place here is safe, but Jackma's caution has given him a rare chance of survival, better than most. The people are much nicer.
Knowing that places with more people are more dangerous, he will try to use third passages and maintenance pipes, but those places have not been cleaned for many years and are covered with dirt and dust, so they all exude a stench. And the eyes were like puddles of pain from the endless squinting.
But at least, he is still alive, even like a mouse, but he survived.
(End of this chapter)