The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"The Emperor's Angel of Death (!

Although many deaths have been witnessed along the way, the two teams finally reunite without any risk.

As for why only so few people were sent, on the one hand, many fighters did not have experience in fighting gene stealers, which would only increase casualties.

On the other hand, the internal structure of the hull is small and there is often no advantage in the number of people. Instead, there are many places that are conducive to ambushes. At least there must be a terminator-level protection to be able to fight under the ambush of the gene stealer.

Throughout the entire history of the empire, most battle groups used the elite terminator squad to jump gang tactics against the gene stealers in the Hulk.

Of course, there are successes and failures.

But in general, under the premise of not directly destroying the Hulk, deploying the Terminator squad is the optimal tactical plan.

However, it was not only the other team that joined Soshyan, but also another tech priest who followed that team, Dietrian.

The two servants worked diligently and without thinking, their actions completely obeyed by the signal control card in Dieterian's scrawny hand.

Drills, saws, laser cutters, and plasma burners heat the air around the two bionic slaves, and they cut a path in another—a twisted wall.

The tech heresy saw all this through emerald eyes—his eyes were carved into layers of lenses and fixed in the eye sockets of his reshaped face.

Dietrian shaped his body in accordance with strict standards. According to the standards of human intelligence, the diagram he designed to build his physique is closer to art than engineering. This is to survive with the Astarts for centuries. The necessary effort, a person lacks the immortality allowed by the physiological function of their genetic forging.

He knows that he makes humans feel uneasy. He is familiar with the effect of his appearance on ordinary people. The equations in his mind that simulate biological thinking patterns have not found the answer to correct this adverse effect, and he is not sure whether it is correct-but He remembered a little.

Fear has its use when it is harvested by others.

This is a lesson he learned from interacting with the night lords.

After confirming that there was no problem with the work of the two servants, Dietrian tilted his head to Loken, his principal supervisor.

Since the other party's status in the organization is much higher than him, he should show a little respect.

"Priest Loken."

As soon as he spoke, the man was obviously frightened-jumped, and the servants continued to work.

"What's the matter."

Realizing that his reaction was a bit embarrassing, Loken coughed twice, then nodded in response.

The corridor they occupied was low, claustrophobic and terrifying.

The Astartes were busy elsewhere, patrolling nearby rooms.

"Speaking of it, you know why the commander of the Soshyan warfare brought you this dangerous operation. Everyone knows that you are not... keen on fighting."

Loken didn't answer immediately, he had a hunch that the other party asked this question a little bit badly.

In his eyes, Dieterian is an ugly thing made of black metal, liquid-filled wires and polished chrome. It is covered with a metal skeleton and its circulatory system, hidden in a **** crimson. Under the thick old robe.

Loken has always believed that one must have an abnormal sense of humor in order to reshape one's body into a bionic copy similar to a certain insect in the pre-empire era.

But he never shared this joke.

For a while, Dieterian’s spectacle lenses were dark red, most likely cut from gems.

This is by no means a permanent feature. It often turns green, blue, or transparent, showing the metal wire behind it, and connecting at least part of the human brain.

"The commander of the battle group told me that it was due to my excellent technology and the research of ancient technology."

Loken is proud to say this sentence that he believes to be true.

"I believe I can make an approximate analysis."

Dieterian smiled, and the buzzing sound was like a communicator slipping from the correct frequency, and there was a mockery hidden in it.

The anger made Loken bold. Although the traitor was tied to the shackles of the Astral Knights, Loken had the right to teach him. This was the power that Soshyan gave him.

"Ditellian, you better be careful what you say next."

"I have no ill intentions, this is just a logical inference, because you are a human being."

The skinless guy turned away its skull smile and looked at its servant again.

"Human, no shell, no metal, your blood, heartbeat, sweat and breath-all these biological details will be detected by the predatory alien species on this hulk."

"Ditrian."

Loken, feeling uneasy, turned around and looked back at the promenade they had walked.

"You're talking nonsense again."

"I have deeply studied the species Tylen. Before this operation, I adjusted my stimulus array to be similar to gene stealers. My auditory receptors can receive your breath, just like the wind in nature, and your heartbeat is like The primitive drum of primitive culture.... If I feel it, Priest Loken, I assure you that I feel it, then you should know that many creatures living in this ruin also feel that way."

Loken snorted, trying not to guess, Soshyang's idea of ​​using him as a bait is really...

In the distance, the explosive gun suddenly began to roar.

This movement made Loken tremble, and then he saw Soshyan return here.

"Did the alien appear?"

Loken tried to make his voice less tense.

"Some are dead now."

Due to the low temperature in the cabin, the cylindrical engine cover on Soshyan's back occasionally emits smoke from the gap in the exhaust port.

Soshyan glanced at the servants who were working, and they had already cut the bulkhead.

"The channel is open?"

"Already opened."

Nodded, the reason Soshyang chose to move in this way was to avoid passages that were easy to be ambushed.

The gene stealers on the ship had already sensed them 100%, and these aliens would be ambushing what they thought was the only way to go, but Soshyang didn't go this way.

He chose to break the bulkhead to move to the next area.

"Let's go to the machine room to see if some of the power can be restored. As long as the lights are turned on, the threat of aliens will be much smaller."

"To understanding."

At this time, there was a more violent roar of the explosive gun from a distance. In addition to various tactical commands, Astarte's vague curses were also mixed in the communicator.

"These things are stunted and weak~www.wuxiaspot.com~ looks almost old."

"The alien races of gene stealers on the ship may have existed for hundreds of years. Without prey, they have no power. Although they are old and weak, they are still deadly."

"It's not a struggle for the time being."

Finally, the chirp of the explosive gun gradually disappeared.

The Terminators returned to the starting point again.

Then they entered a large room through the passage opened by the machine servant, which contained a towering generator and a wall-mounted plasma chamber-a mixture of liquid and gas tumbled deep in the glass chamber, emitting a faint orange light.

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