Chapter 894 Darkness Falls
No. 587 was not designed to fight, it was not even designed to operate independently, and for the past few decades its management protocols have revolved around colonizing worlds. Established for short-distance travel, mainly to carry out armed transport and space rescue missions.
Valentin's training has always emphasized that if he encounters danger, he should immediately flee to the nearby planet.
He sat on the simple command seat, his head was heavy with worry, and his palms were all sweaty. He felt that the whole universe had folded on its own, and all the familiar things had disappeared, but there was no new one to replace it. .
“How far away from the planet?”
Later, he asked the sensor manager.
The silly guy turned towards him from under the detection platform.
"It's not clear yet, but wait, Golden Throne, I saw something on the remote scanner."
Valentin felt his stomach twitch.
“Let me see.”
The display array mounted on the command seat switches to the remote image and rotates for primary yaw correction.
The captain concentrated his energy, adjusted his field of view and focus, and finally spotted something hundreds of kilometers away, approaching quickly.
"What is that?"
he asked hoarsely.
No answer.
No one on the bridge had seen anything like it.
"They are intercepting us, we can't go faster!"
Valentin is very confused now, something happened a week ago, only half of the people know, and plans are being made The emergency protocol required that all naval assets be moved to major sector stations.
Of course, this means nothing to him, because no matter what happens, they only need to dock with the transport fleet according to the schedule.
Therefore, they did not give much concern about the possibility of being intercepted.
The only problem is, the transport ship is missing.
The communication fell into silence and remained silent.
From that moment on, Valentine realized what had happened and quickly rushed from the edge of the galaxy to the Expiration Star.
But even so, they were too late.
He found that his hands were shaking, so he grasped the armrest of the throne tightly.
"Perform evasive maneuvers!"
The sensor manager stared at him, and the first officer stared at him. Their ship used a standard sub-plasma engine. None of these people knew what the captain meant by "evasive maneuvers." What does "action" mean?
Valentin wanted to speak, but felt that his lips were wet, so he lowered his head to look.
His nose began to bleed, and the drops formed a dark net on his work clothes. He wiped the blood away, but he couldn't stop it.
Then, he heard a buzzing sound coming from the spacecraft's communicator, and the transmitter connected to the command seat made knocking sounds again and again.
The sensor manager suddenly looked uncomfortable, hunched over in his seat and clutching his stomach.
Valentin tried to concentrate.
"Where is that target?"
There was no answer, so Valentine approached the console and stared at the data.
“Oh my god, it’s right above us!”
The next second, the automatic siren used to detect approaching objects activated, the red light spinning and the horn howling.
The lights on the bridge flickered and then went out, plunging them into complete darkness.
"Activate emergency power!"
Valentin screamed as he stood up and reached for his pistol.
Blood dripped from his chin and he felt dizzy.
Soon,
the dim red light lit up, dispersing some of the shadows to the minimum extent. He saw the stumbling forms of his crew, some bleeding like him, others writhing in pain that came from nowhere.
The buzz is getting louder and louder, making it difficult to think.
As he staggered across the main console, he could hear a thud from somewhere above, and then a violent crash.
The ship rocked and spun as if it had been punched by a giant hand.
Then a scream of metal on metal was heard, followed by a series of explosions.
He immediately cursed when he realized his power pack was empty.
During the long journey, he always wanted to check it out, but there were always more important things that distracted him and he had no time to take care of it.
Valentin stumbled back to the command post and opened the compartment embedded in the armrest, which contained many necessities that he needed to store and use.
As he knelt down, he heard the crash coming closer and closer - great shocks, one after another, like the sound of a terrible drum.
The alarm wailed, and its low buzzing sound stung his ears.
It took him a few seconds to reach the compartment, reached out to press the safety buckle, and fumbled with it.
His gloves were stained with blood, his chest became sticky, and all kinds of weird sounds made people crazy.
The men screamed, the women screamed too, and the deck vibrated rhythmically with the ever-increasing impact under their feet.
Valentine could barely see what he was doing, but he managed to open the hatch and pull out a new energy pack.
Shivering, he inserted the replacement ammunition into the pistol and lowered the lock on the feed port.
Then he turned around, facing the bridge, holding the laser gun in both hands, trying to find something to aim at.
The darkness was as thick as bilge water, and a bunch of vague outlines were reflected in the dark red mist.
Boom————!
Suddenly, the blast doors of the bridge were blown open, and the mutilated bodies of the defenders flew through the jagged gaps.
Valentin raised his lasgun and fired—one or three searing flashes of light illuminating twisted shapes he could not identify.
For a moment, he thought he had struck a writhing mass of snakes, which spilled out of the jagged gap and slithered across the deck, flapping.
But when the giants strode into the cabin, he saw that the so-called "snakes" were actually rolls of flesh and horns growing out of the thick armor.
“Oh God Emperor!”
Valentine fired again and again, his finger tightening on the trigger in panic.
He couldn't see how many there were - five? Or six?
The Captain, in his maddening terror, noticed some strange details, he noticed hundreds of numbers engraved on the monster's armor, as well as some other small signs and symbols that he didn't recognize, and Notice a larger image on their shoulder pads - a metallic eye surrounded by an eight-pointed star.
The laser is useless.
The captain looked directly into the monster's eyes. He could smell the sulfurous breath and hear the heavy breathing in his chest.
He wanted to scream, but his throat was choked.
He couldn't shoot or move.
The monster who walked in leaned towards him, its huge horned helmet like the head of a wild beast.
"You're lucky."
It was in slurred Gothic that sounded heavily accented, unfamiliar, distinctly ancient, besieged by sounders, pipes and lurkers Something else twisted beneath that nightmarish visor.
Valentine barely registered the question.
Lucky? Is this a sick joke?
".A fairly qualified sacrifice."
Suddenly, the captain noticed that the sound did not come from under the opponent's helmet, but from the grinning devil on the opponent's breastplate. face.
The next moment, his mind was overwhelmed by the boundless darkness.
"Send a message to the Warmaster that the last target has been removed and a full-scale attack can be launched."
(End of this chapter)