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Chapter 953 308. No Man’s Land (3k, one more chapter)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

Chapter 953 308. No Man’s Land (3k, one more chapter)

The violent jolt diverted the attention of everyone except Bjorn and Mephisto. Then, the lights went out which made matters worse, and they no longer had time to take care of the matter.

On the ships used by the Astartes, a complete power outage is almost impossible to happen. Even if the engine is turned off, the emergency lights will be illuminated. This situation can only mean one thing.

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

No one answered.

Honso tried again three times without giving up, but still got the same answer.

There was only the noisy sound of electricity in the communication channel, which was something that should never happen on the Iron Hammer.

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

If it weren't for the very good relationship between the Iron Warriors and the Adeptus Mechanicus, Honso would never have been able to ask them for help. And the current situation can only prove one thing.

Under the helmet, the War Blacksmith's face suddenly darkened. He pulled out the bolter from his waist and slowly placed it on the wall near the door. No words were needed, and the cooperation began in an instant.

Saul Tarvits followed closely behind. The room was not suitable for their bolters with Givadoron-style enchanted magazines. He was holding his sword and facing the door, ready to open the door at any time.

Then rushed out.

Sicarius was the third one. He drew his sword and held his plasma pistol in his other hand, calmly pointing in the direction of the door. If Sol Tavitz was attacked after rushing out, he would

Will shoot as soon as possible.

But Bjorn walked behind all of them, getting closer to Mephisto intentionally or unintentionally. Although he held an ax in his hand, his body posture was not as tight as the others.

He glanced at the Blood Angels' Librarian, who glanced at him and smiled again. The creepy feeling came again, and Bjorn's eyelids began to twitch. He took a deep breath, as if he was

Experiencing an unprecedented toothache.

Hong Suo listened attentively to the movements outside. The dead silence made the wrinkles between his brows begin to get deeper and deeper.

He raised his hand, made a gesture, and after a second, he suddenly used the manual lever on the wall to open the door. This old-fashioned mechanical design saved him from the violent act of kicking the door open.

With a heart-wrenching sound of metal friction, the two metal doors popped open like lightning.

Saul Tarvitz rushed out suddenly, with the sword blade in his hand raised flat and the gauntlet level with the helmet. This was a good defensive posture. It has been tested in countless battles and remains to this day.

, Tavitz no longer pursues the magnificence of swordsmanship, he only desires efficiency.

He looked around vigilantly, his sword ready to swing at any time. 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 alternately observe

The opponent's blind spot.

However, the empty corridor seemed to be joking with them. There were no traces of any possible attack. It was as quiet as a scene that only existed in nightmares.

Honso's gloomy voice sounded behind them, and the war blacksmith slowly walked out.

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 okay."

".I hope so."

Sol Tavitz shook his head with worry, and then looked at Mephisto, who was following behind them and was quieter than usual: "Think Tank, do you have any idea?"

"Yes, Captain."

Mephisto nodded and behaved exactly as before.

Bjorn felt that his eyelids began to twitch again, and he began to be glad that he had put down his visor when the bumps started, otherwise others would definitely see some clues, and he didn't know how long he could hide it.

Mephisto closed his eyes, and there was blue fluorescence emerging under his eyelids. This was one of the proofs that he was using psychic powers. Tavitz felt relieved and wanted to say something more, but Honso's sharp roar stopped him.

Interrupting everything: "Stop!"

The War Blacksmith raised the bolt gun in his hand, stood in front of them, pointed at a black figure shorter than the Astartes coming from the deep darkness on the opposite side of the corridor, and shouted angrily: "Stop where you are.

And report your identification number, otherwise I will open fire immediately!"

The figure continued to move forward unfazed, so Honsou pulled the trigger without hesitation. The bolt gun he specially modified has a more sensitive trigger, so the bolt will eject from the chamber with just a slight movement of his finger.

It was fired inside.

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

Creepy.

Because the man is still walking.

One of his legs had obviously been completely destroyed, but he was still moving forward at this moment. The land-based Titan's night vision mode had been activated the moment he came to the corridor, but Sol Tavitz found that he could not observe this.

The slightest detail of the black shadow.

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

Flames suddenly appeared, sweeping through the entire corridor like a storm. Cracking and completely uninterrupted explosions sounded one after another, and the black shadow turned into ashes the first moment it was hit.

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

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

"They're fine."

The Blood Angel's voice gradually became deeper, like some kind of echo that made people feel their internal organs vibrating together.

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

His performance and words once again aroused vigilance. 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 Captain Sicarius."

Mephisto replied with a soft voice. "But maybe you all need to sleep quietly for a while."

Golden light suddenly appeared, and they fell to the ground. Magic fluorescence emerged from the air, forming several protective shields, covering them all. But Bjorn was left alone. He held the ax tightly, and his heart beat almost as fast as

Make him feel strange to himself.

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

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

"Stay here, Bjorn, they will wake up in ten minutes. I expect you to explain to them what happened then."

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

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

Bad jokes I heard.

——

Revenge.

He Shenyan, who was meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly stopped. He opened his eyes and looked sideways out the window with an expressionless expression.

The captain's cabin has eight wide windows, allowing him to observe the starry sky at any time. Therefore, at this moment, he could clearly see a certain white light slowly condensing in the dark vacuum.

"Oh, he actually guessed it." He Shenyan lowered his head and laughed. "These damn parasites are really not afraid of death."

"grown ups?"

Lictor's voice came from behind him. The Imperial Guards stood in the darkness in full armor with serious faces: "What should we do?"

"You don't have to do anything, Lictor. This is not a war you can participate in."

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

"——I lied, what about it?"

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

The Forbidden Army was silent for a moment and asked bitterly: "Is the gap so big? Are we really not able to help at all?"

"Yes."

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

".I understand. What do you want to do?"

"Do what I do best, Lictor."

He Shenyan laughed again, and the air in front of him began to vibrate and blur. Mysterious magic circles appeared one after another, and then disappeared again. The speed was overwhelming and dizzying.

With his hands behind his back, he came to a window, stared at the huge condensed white light, and sighed a little nostalgically: "To be honest, I really miss those enemies who can be killed with one fireball. Look.

Look, what is this, Lictor? A group of parasites can actually do this, ignore energy attacks, and brainwash people on a large scale. Sigh."

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

Before Lictor could understand what he meant by "delicious", he watched He Shenyan disappear in place with his own eyes. Then, dense footsteps sounded in the corridor outside the door.

The Imperial Guard was silent for a moment, realizing that he might have to explain to the approaching Primarchs again for a long time.

At the sound of the door being opened, he smiled helplessly: "Sir, you are really good at calling people."

(End of chapter)