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The crew on the Vengeance was not too many, and it was a drop in the bucket compared to the traitors scattered all around the Great Rift. Fortunately, the firepower of the Vengeance can cover this up to a certain extent.

When you can smash enemies to pieces with a single shot, close combat is obviously an unnecessary option. But sometimes, close combat is a must.

The steel snake, the ten Astartes of the Damocles company, and their captain, Sergeant Priyad, was checking his weapons and equipment at this time.

Every Astartes Chapter has its own traditions, and the Iron Serpents have a rather special one. They prefer to wield a weapon known as the Sea Spear, a specialty of their homeworld Intaka, rather than the chainsaw. Can be used as a javelin or in close combat.

The Astartes of the Iron Serpent are particularly adept at using the Sea Spear, for one simple reason. When they were still training as recruits, they hunted the local indigenous creature, a large siren, in Intaka as part of a training program. The Sea Spear is a close-to-distant combat spear that can provide more powerful assistance in combat than the Chainsaw.

"Sergeant Priyad."

Just then, their Chapter Master walked in. Insel held the power sword at his waist with a serious expression: "I have a task for you."

The sergeant nodded silently, putting on his helmet. There was a slight sound at the connection between the power armor and his helmet, and then the eyepieces lit up. "Please speak, Chapter Master," he said in a voice that had become unusually cold after treatment.

Insel turned slightly to the side, and a warrior in jet-black armor walked in. His armor was mottled and chipped, looking old and in disrepair. There is even one shoulder armor missing. He tucked his helmet under his arm and walked through the door, nodding to all the team members.

The chapter leader introduced: "This is the elder Jiwa Doren, a ten thousand-year-old veteran."

"He will act with you."

"With all due respect, Chapter Master. I respect Elder Jivadoron, but I don't understand, this is just a normal reconnaissance mission. We don't need his help."

"That's the problem." Insel said with a serious face. "Two minutes ago, the order from the main control room was changed. What you are going to do is not just an ordinary reconnaissance mission. That's why the elder Jiwadolun came to help you."

"Let me explain, Commander Insel Chapter."

Givaudoren took a step forward, his facial muscles did not vibrate in the slightest, and there was no extra expression or nonsense: "Long story short, the Revenge has detected the existence of a suspected STC on that planet."

STC, short for Standard Construction Formwork. is a complex analytical program, ancient technology from the dark ages. The famous Lemanus tank is a kind of STC, which can even affect the future of the Empire.

There is a simple example of its preciousness: before 775.M41, an STC of a combat dagger was discovered by two Imperial Guard scouts.

It is 'sharper, lighter and harder' than the original combat dagger. Due to this discovery, the two Scouts were honored as heroes, and each received a planet as a reward. This battle dagger was adopted by 30 Space Marine Chapters. Just a cold weapon dagger can make such a big difference, enough to even earn two scouts a planet as a reward.

The preciousness and importance of STC can be seen from it.

Sergeant Priyad's breathing immediately stagnated, and he asked, "Then why not send more troops to search?"

"Because it's just 'suspect', this is the Great Rift, Sergeant Priyad. I don't think such a coincidence would happen in a system full of traitors. Just happened to meet a planet that was in our way. , there is actually an STC on it.”

Another voice interrupted their conversation, and Sergeant Priyad immediately lowered his head,

to show his respect. Others have followed suit. Jiva Duolun felt a burst of heat coming, he looked back, He Shenyan was walking from the other end of the corridor.

"Hello, Givaudan."

"...Sir." Jivaldoron bowed his head dryly, he was very bad at daily greetings.

"You don't have to come in person," Insel said.

"I think it's necessary for me to meet with the soldiers who are on the beheading mission. What's more, it's better for me to talk about some things."

He Shenyan smiled and stretched out his right hand. The center of the array immediately sensed his thoughts, and the bright blue light above his head separated into a bunch. In this armed room, a blue light curtain lit up.

"Look, this is the surface of this planet."

Sergeant Priyad looked up, silently assessing the danger in his mind. But he was a little surprised to find that the green plants on the planet's surface were not destroyed, and it was unbelievably intact. There are not many traces of civilization. The indigenous people on this planet seem to like to integrate with nature. Most of their buildings are mainly made of wood, and they are all hidden in green plants.

"Nature...what a view."

Said it was beautiful, but He Shenyan pouted. He shook his head and said, "However, according to the Vengeance's detection, there is no living person on the surface of this planet - no life, to be exact. Except for these plants."

"Obviously, this is not in the character of those traitors."

"A trap," said Sergeant Puliard.

"It's not ruled out, but we're not the traitors. No one knows what's going on in their crazy minds, and while it's dubious, an STC is still worth the risk."

"Your task is very simple, just find a place with sufficient altitude, and then put down the surface scanning beacon. The thing is in the hands of Jiva Doren."

He Shenyan said, and snapped his fingers, a golden light spot appeared behind him, covering Sergeant Priyad and his party and Jiva Doren who was standing beside him. He said: "The teleportation will begin soon, please note that your life is the most precious thing. If you feel anything wrong, immediately retreat in your heart."

"My power will bring you back from above the surface."

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After the teleportation was over, Sergeant Priyad and his party walked out of the golden light. Givaudron followed them, holding his bolter warily. Puliard observed the pressure reading on the upper left of his eyepiece and determined that the planet's gravity index was normal. He said on the communication channel: "Report the situation."

"everything is normal."

"Support soldier, are your plasma guns and flamethrowers working properly?"

"No need to worry, Sergeant." The support soldier raised his flamethrower. "I take care of them every day."

"Very well, pharmacist, keep an eye on the vital signs of the brothers...Elder Givadoron, what is your opinion?"

"You are the commander." Givaudan looked around, he just said calmly, "It's up to you to decide."

"Then, let's get out of this jungle first, we have to find a place high enough."

Sergeant Priyad holds the spear of the sea in his left hand and his power sword in the right, leading the way. The green plants on this planet are extraordinarily lush, and even the lush greenery is a bit too much. Even for the Astartes' height, the weeds obscured their vision.

The sergeant had to chop through the weeds with his power sword, and no one spoke on the team's comms, only their respective breathing and the sound of the servers working. Stable and monotonous.

"stop."

After advancing for a distance, Priyad said suddenly. The squad stopped immediately, they were back to back, even Jiva Doren, eleven people formed a protective phalanx without a teacher.

"There's a lake ahead..." Sergeant Puliard said hesitantly. "But the rough map that was drawn in advance did not suggest that there would be a lake here."

"Is it illusion?"

"It's not like." Jivaldoren took over, his voice still calm. "I got on board a little earlier than you, so the eyepieces have been modified to read psionics. There are no traces of psionics and sorcery here."

return? Sergeant Puliard thought for three seconds, then made a decision: "A lake is not enough for us to abandon the mission and move on."

They walked in the jungle, and the ground was extremely soft, as if it had just rained not long ago. The air was humid, and the readings in the eyepiece made Sergeant Priyad increasingly uneasy - he clenched his weapon and continued to drive ahead.

After about ten minutes, they came to a lake. Putting aside the possible dangers, the view before them was beautiful. The lake was not large, and the breeze blew across its surface, creating waves and then disappearing. The lake is extremely clear.

Sergeant Puliard came to the lake, and without him saying anything, the pharmacists in the team came out. Their power armor has the ability to detect environmental samples, so it can provide some help in the current situation.

The pharmacist stretched out his right hand and picked up a handful of lake water. The clear water dripped down his fingers, and after a moment, he said, "Sergeant, there is no problem with the water. They are clean and even drinkable."

"...the existence of this lake is written down, the map is updated, and we move on."

They slowly left here, and shortly after they left, a violent wave appeared in the middle of the lake. As if something was waking up in it. Naturally, Sergeant Priyad and his party had no way of knowing. They followed the map's guidance and moved forward, and finally arrived at the foot of a mountain seven hours after arriving on this planet.

"Wait a minute, Sergeant." Givaudron nodded to Priyad, who patted the side of the jetpack behind him. A golden cube soon fell from it, and Givaudron caught it firmly.

"Is this the surface scanning beacon?"

"Yes, we need to go to the top of the mountain..."

Sergeant Priyad glanced up at the towering mountain, and predictably, given their weight and load, it wouldn't be an easy job. He immediately made a decision - "I will climb the mountain with the elders of Jiwa Dolan, and the rest of the people will be stationed in place and remain vigilant. If you encounter any danger, I authorize you to shoot without any worries."

The remaining warriors gave an eagle salute, and Jiva Doren stepped forward and walked side by side with him. They set off from a small road at the foot of the mountain. The road was muddy, and it was not pleasant to walk deep and shallow. Obviously, it is impossible for this road to lead all the way to the top of the mountain, and they estimate that they will have to take a more dangerous climbing method halfway up the mountain.

Sergeant Priyad wasn't a chatty man, and neither was Givaudan. Both of them liked this silence, one in front and the other behind. Priyad was in charge of the front, Givaudron was in charge of his back. The bolt gun in your hand is ready to fire anytime, anywhere.

An hour later, they came halfway up the mountain.

"The path disappears here..."

Standing at the end of the path, Sergeant Puliard turned to look at a village not far away. There was no one there, and it seemed extremely quiet. He said, "Are we going to go into that village and explore, old man?"

"You are the commander, you make the decision."

"I thought there might be something in it that would be helpful to our mission, and I offered to go in."

Givaudan nodded: "I'll cover you, come on."

The village is not big—it's more of a small gathering place than a village. Only a few scattered families live here. The houses are all wood, but they are very strong. Priyad pushed open a door closest to him and found that there was no dust in the room.

"...Elder Jiva Doren, I'm afraid we are in danger."

Priyad said seriously, but got no response. He turned around, and there was no one behind him—and at the same time, the day switched to night in an instant, as quickly as if the curtain had been ripped off. Behind him, the wooden door squeaked and slammed shut.

The sergeant clenched his power sword and remained silent. The pressure reading above the eyepiece rose sharply, almost to an unbearable level. But Priyad didn't feel any increase in gravity, and his stance remained stable.

"This is Priyad, I seem to have fallen into some kind of illusion, please reply."

He called on the communication channel, but no one answered. The sergeant gritted his teeth, realizing that his obsession with the mission might have put him in a rather dangerous situation. It would be fine if he died alone, but he brought a whole team and an elder with him! If they all die here...

No, this must not be allowed to happen.

Sergeant Priyad clenched the power sword and the spear of the sea, and cautiously returned to the entrance of the village, trying to leave. What happened next did not exceed his expectations. Sure enough, the path had completely disappeared.

What is the power? witchcraft? Psionics? Or is some ancient demon at work...?

Priyad didn't know the answer, and his thoughts didn't last long. There was a stickiness in his left foot, and the sergeant looked down and saw a muddy, boneless hand sticking out from the ground, firmly gripping his left foot.

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