Chapter 1030 The defeated Chaos Fleet
After the storm, the stars were like diamonds scattered in the deepest darkness, and the destroyed fleet hung upside down in their shining light.
His fingers were clenched tightly under his spotless gloves, and there was nothing else he could do except wipe his equipment.
I can’t seem to do anything.
A cough pulled him back from his self-pity - back to the bridge.
To be honest, he didn't know which place was worse.
"My lord?"
He turned his face away from the desperate scene outside the window and went to talk to an equally desperate person.
A technological heretic, Neo Marco, is three hundred years old and has little flesh on his body, but he stubbornly retains his stinking face. Now he looks extremely tired.
His mechanical prosthetic eyes were surrounded by deep eye circles on his pale skin - his saggy face and dark lenses paired up, making the two look good on the semi-dark command deck. Incredibly huge.
The red and black robe hung loosely around his body, the command panel on the back of his head was squeezed together with the wrinkled skin, and the originally damaged mechanical arm had been hastily modified - at first glance, he looked like a sick man playing dress-up. The languid little old man seemed to have run out of the sculpture.
"Bishop Marco, I assume you have another damage report for me."
"Now is Marco the Sage, my commander."
"What I say is what it is, everyone seems to have gained something, but I am still sitting on the wax, which is amazing."
"You and Ossie Bravo and Heller Leno The meeting between the two adults is about to begin.”
The technical heretic continued without arrogance, saying that showing weakness in the Black Legion would get people killed.
"Yes, yes."
"So go?"
"Great, what if I don't go?"
Mar Coe didn't answer. He pinched the tactile sensor on his fingertips and projected a complete holographic image of the Everlasting Wrath on the nearby display screen.
The image shook in the air, then became nearly stable.
A large number of projection lenses were damaged, and various parts of the image flickered and disappeared as they rotated.
"We estimate that it will be another three days before the main power system to Geller's Station is operational, my lord."
Iongra Speer sighed loudly .
"This is awesome, I'm pretty sure I told you that - you know what I mean, I'm absolutely sure I told you that, to this day."
Marco looked at the big warrior through his red lenses.
"It may not be much fun, my lord, but we've made far more progress than our most optimistic estimates, and I'm talking about fifteen, or nine days, and we'll be done."
“Fear drives people very well.”
“Fear only goes so far. They are doing well because of my foresight and foresight.”
Ioengra Speer stared at Marco.
"How do you talk, you old guy without a cock, I will kill you, I can kill you."
"Maybe so, but you won't."
"So, are you even ready to belittle me?"
The corners of Marco's eyes twitched, and he tried his best to prevent contempt from radiating from his body.
“Of course not, but if you don’t want this ship to be turned into space junk in a few days, then don’t try to do anything against me.”
The tech heretic replied, adding another sentence.
"Your Majesty Commander."
His arrogance and rudeness made Iongraspiel laugh, but in other people's ears it was like a ferocious roar.
"So fast! I should have hugged you tight! Maybe now, after being in this shitty place for so long, I don't care anymore and I'll crush your head so I can find it for you Have some fun..."
He shouted loudly, raising his voice. "Now!"
Some of the sounds on the bridge were quiet, just a fraction of the cacophony that once filled the place.
The surviving crew members, all sunken-eyed and exhausted, glanced at the Space Marines nervously.
Marco ignored the failed naval commander's posturing.
“Nothing on this ship is intact, my lord.”
The Tech Heretic waved his hand towards the badly damaged side of the hull, the intact outline of the Ceaseless Wrath outlined in green lines, while the actual situation was a muted red.
“Total loss of hull mass is 13%, crew mortality is 70%, there is no one in thirteen decks, weapons output is reduced by 80%, we are close to reactor outage six times, but we are still standing It's all my fault here, and if you think your life is not having fun, it's not mine at all."
"I'm so happy for you, Bishop."
"I am the Technical Sage of this ship, Captain Iongra Speer."
"Ahhh, you win, okay."
"Your attitude is based on my ability, so if you are going to rot here forever, I advise you to kill me now."
Aingra Speer smiled , but only laughed for a little while.
This is both a concession to this damn old man and a kind of self-mockery.
His image is probably no better than that of a mutant.
"Three days, I think this is indeed good news."
He paused for a while, and then said reluctantly:
"Good job, but it's too late."
Suddenly, a ringtone rang from his communicator, and a communicator The officer came over, sweating with fear all over his body.
He didn't have the same courage as Marco, so he tried to ignore the Space Marine and only talked to the tech heretics.
"Two adults are requesting a call."
"Great! What a mess, I can still talk to these two bastards!"
Eingra Speer said to him:
"Put them out Come in, the whole process must be encrypted, I don’t want to alert the enemy and attract the empire.”
Soon, two faces appeared in the holographic image, crushing the Endless Fury into a blurry ball of light. .
Osi Bravo, a former Captain of the Sons of Horus and now Captain of the Sacred Corruption, was the first to speak:
"We are ready to leave as promised, will you come with us?"
"I'm glad to see you, brother."
Ion Graspeer He said sarcastically, and then looked at another person, Helle Raynor, the captain of the Wild Howl, a former company commander of the Alpha Legion, and now leads a war gang to be hired by the Black Legion.
"And you, brother Renault."
"Good morning, Iongra Speer."
The other party just nodded in greeting.
"Are you ready?"
Bravo repeated unhappily, his horse face always looking pained, albeit more self-righteous than usual.
"In three days, my diligent, hard-working and loyal technical sage said so."
"Then we have to leave you behind."< br>
"Seventy-two hours, you can't wait to sell me? Three boats are better than two."
The two captains looked away from him, and he thought they exchanged glances , silently asking the other party who would help him, although from his perspective, their projections seemed to be flirting.
As far as he knew, most of the time, such a glance would not bring good news.
(End of this chapter)