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The violent turbulence distracted everyone except Bjorn and Mephisto, and then the lights went out to make matters worse, and they had no time to care about it anymore.

A total blackout of power on board the ships used by the Astartes is a near-impossible event. Even if the engine is turned off, the emergency lights will be lit. This situation can only mean one thing.

With a sullen face, Hong Suo activated the magnetic attraction device on the bottom of the boots. After ensuring that he would not lose his balance due to bumps again, he put on the helmet and began to call loudly in the communication channel: "Report to me!"

No one answered.

Hong Suo tried again three times without giving up, but the answer he got was still the same.

There was only a noisy electric sound in the communication channel, which should never have happened on the Iron Hammer.

In order to avoid interference or errors in the communication within the ship, Hong Suo spent thirteen years replacing and upgrading its communication modules. A total of three mechanical priests were in charge of this work.

If it weren't for the very good relationship between the Iron Warriors and the Adeptus Mechanics, it would be absolutely impossible for Hong Suo to ask them for help. And the current situation can only prove one thing.

Under the helmet, the face of the war blacksmith suddenly darkened. He pulled out the bolt gun at his waist, and slowly stuck it to the wall near the gate. Without any words, the coordination begins in an instant.

Saul Tarvitz followed, the room was not suitable for their bolters with Jivadron-style enchanted magazines, he held his sword, facing the door, ready to open the door at Honso Then rush out.

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Sicarius was the third one. He drew his sword and held his plasma pistol in the other hand, calmly pointing in the direction of the gate. If Saul Tarvitz is attacked after rushing out, he will shoot immediately.

But Bjorn walked behind all of them, intentionally or unintentionally getting closer to Mephisto. Although holding an ax in hand, the posture of the body is not as urgent as the others.

He glanced at the Librarian of the Blood Angels, who glanced at him and smiled again. The creepy feeling returned, Bjorn's eyelids began to twitch, and he took a deep breath, as if experiencing an unprecedented toothache.

Hong Suo listened intently to the movement outside, the dead silence made the wrinkles between his brows deepen and deepen.

He raised his hand,

After making a gesture, he suddenly opened the door with the manual lever on the wall a second later. This old-fashioned mechanical design saves him from the violent act of kicking open the gate.

Accompanied by the tooth-piercing sound of metal rubbing, the two metal doors bounced open like lightning.

Saul Tarvitz rushed out suddenly, the blade in his hand was raised flat, and the gauntlet was flush with the helmet. This was a very good defensive posture. Having been tested in countless battles, Tarvitz no longer pursues the splendor of swordsmanship, but only desires efficiency.

He watched his surroundings vigilantly, his blade ready to swing at any moment. Cato Sicarius quickly rushed out behind him, guarding his back with a power sword in one hand and a plasma pistol in the other. The two began to observe each other's blind spots alternately.

However, the empty corridor seemed to be joking with them, there was no trace of any possible attack, and it was quietly like a scene that only existed in a nightmare.

Hong Suo's gloomy voice sounded behind them, and the war blacksmith came out slowly.

Two seconds later, he said in a low voice, "I think we need to go to the bridge. I hope the captain and navigator are safe."

"...I hope so."

Saul Tarvitz shook his head worriedly, and then looked at Mephisto, who was following behind them, who was quieter than usual: "Think Tank, do you have a solution?"

"Yes, Captain."

Mephisto nodded, acting exactly the same as before.

Bjorn felt his eyelids start to twitch again, and he started congratulating himself

He put down the visor when the turbulence started, otherwise others would definitely see some clues, and he didn't know how long he could hide it.

Mephisto closed his eyes, and under his eyelids, a blue fluorescent light emerged. That was one of the proofs that he was using psychic powers. Tarvitz felt relieved and wanted to say something more, but Hong Suo's stern voice interrupted everything: "Stop!"

The war blacksmith raised the bolt gun in his hand, stood in front of them, pointed at a dark figure that was shorter than the Astartes walking from the deep darkness across the corridor, and shouted angrily: "Stop where you are, And report your identification number, or I will open fire immediately!"

The figure moved on unmoved, so Hong Suo pulled the trigger without hesitation. His specially tuned bolter had a more sensitive trigger, so with just a slight twitch of a finger, the bolt fired from the chamber.

It crossed a trajectory formed by fireworks, and hit the man's leg precisely. There was a heavy muffled sound in the corridor, followed by the sound of blood and flesh splattering. They were all familiar with this sound, but at the moment they felt creepy.

Because the man is still walking.

One of his legs was obviously completely destroyed, but he was still moving forward at this moment. Titan Land's night vision mode had been activated as early as the moment he came to the corridor, but Saul Tarvitz found that he couldn't even observe the details of the black shadow.

Seeing this scene, he became more convinced of some of his guesses, so he pulled out the bolt gun on his waist and fired without hesitation.

The flames suddenly appeared and swept through the entire corridor like a storm. Crackling and completely uninterrupted explosions sounded one after another, and the black shadow turned into ashes the moment it was hit.

The target was dead, they did not relax, but continued to observe cautiously. Everyone knows that prudence is the number one element of survival in war.

At this moment, Mephisto spoke, his voice calm and solemn.

"They're fine."

The voice of the Holy Blood Angel gradually became deeper, like some kind of echo, which made people feel that all internal organs vibrated together.

"At least for the time being, it's okay—they only ask for faith, and it's not time to harvest souls yet."

His performance and words aroused his vigilance again. Sicarius immediately distanced himself from him, raised the gun in his hand without hesitation, and asked urgently, "What's going on, think tank?"

"I'm fine, Second Company Commander Sicarius."

Mephisto answered softly. "But maybe you all need some quiet sleep."

The golden light suddenly appeared, and they fell to the ground. Magic fluorescent lights emerged from the air, forming several protective shields, covering them all. But Bjorn was left alone, gripping the ax tightly, his heart beating at a speed that almost seemed strange to himself.

After a while, he spit out a title uncertainly: "My lord?"

Mephisto looked back at him, and suddenly showed a smile that was extremely strange to the chief think tank of the Blood Angels. Bjorn had only seen that smile on one face.

"Stay here, Bjorn, they'll wake up in ten minutes. I'm counting on you to explain to them what's going on..."

"Mephisto" smiled gently: "However, from now on, your mission has been completed."

He turned and walked into the darkness. The lone wolf stood behind him, a warmth crept up his back and limbs, he took a deep breath, lowered his head, and told himself a bad joke that only he could hear.

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Revenge number.

He Shenyan, who was meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly stopped his movements. He opened his eyes and looked out the porthole expressionlessly.

The captain's cabin has wide windows on eight sides, allowing you to observe the starry sky at any time. Therefore, at this moment, he could clearly see some kind of white light slowly congealing in the dark vacuum.

"Heh... He really guessed it." He Shenyan lowered his head and smiled.

up. "These damned parasites are really not afraid of death."

"grown ups?"

Rictor's voice came from behind him, and the Custodian stood in the darkness in full armor, with a serious face: "What should we do?"

"You don't have to do anything, Rictor. This is not a war you can be a part of."

"What? But, my lord, you promised me—"

"—I lied, what?"

He Shenyan turned his head and winked at him: "Can you let a child join you in the war with the demons?"

The imperial guard was silent for a moment, and asked bitterly: "...Is the gap so big? We, really can't help at all?"

"Yes."

He Shenyan nodded so rationally that it was almost cruel: "You guys can't help at all."

"...I see. What are you going to do?"

"Do what I do best, Rictor."

He Shenyan laughed again, and the air in front of him began to shake and shake. Xuan'ao's magic circles appeared one after another, and then disappeared. The speed is so fast that people are overwhelmed and dazzled.

With his hands behind his back, he came to a window, stared at the huge condensed white light, and even sighed with some nostalgia: "To be honest, I really miss those enemies that can be killed with a single fireball. You see Look, what is this, Rictor? A group of parasites can do this kind of thing, ignoring energy attacks, and brainwashing on a large scale... Sigh."

He shook his head: "However, at least the ones that were sent to test me should be as delicious as before."

Before Richtor could understand the meaning of "delicious" in his mouth, he watched He Shenyan disappear in place with his own eyes. Then, dense footsteps sounded in the corridor outside the door.

The Imperial Army was silent for a moment, realizing that it would take a long time to explain to the Primarchs who rushed over again.

Amid the sound of the door being opened, he laughed helplessly: "My lord, you are really good at calling people."