God Emperor’s Angel of Death

The Marines boarded the New Falos after continuing to taxi in the sky for half an hour.

General Sola broadcasted bad news to them. According to the Captain Koperos, there was a problem with the flight deck’s energy system and the landing guidance system could not work, which meant that the land The small landing ships that the combatants take must adjust their angles to enter the flight deck.

This is a technical job. If you are not careful, they will crash into the hull of the transport ship and become a pile of scattered garbage in the sky.

"There may be some bumps later."

The young officer said in the communication channel, and moved the shoulder armor to adjust to a more comfortable posture, and cursed him by the way. Sweat in the eyes behind the eyepieces.

The other marines were all around, four in front and the rest behind. They all wore protective carapace produced by the local foundry. These things are not inferior to Astra Militarum.

The two leading non-commissioned officers have raised their heavy pottery steel shields. The insurgents have at most some live ammunition weapons. This kind of protection is obviously more than enough or even beyond.

The interior of the landing ship is bathed in ugly red light, and two hundred fully armed marines are ready to go into battle at any time.

Soon, a harsh alarm bell rang.

"Get ready!"

The young officer ordered that when a shock hit his back against the armor of the soldier behind, he could only grab the handrail along the top of the compartment.

For a moment, he thought that they had successfully invaded the outer hull of the New Faros, and then he realized that the backward thrust was the start of the shock-absorbing drive of the landing ship.

The real invasion took a while.

This time the inertia of the lander made him stand still when he leaned forward. When the lander instantly got into the side of the mast of the New Falos bridge, the surrounding metal trembled and groaned.

When the alarm bell turned off, all the young officer heard was his rapid breathing.

"Thirty seconds!"

The driver’s voice sounded in the cabin, and the officer saw the plastic steel and ceramic steel protective layer of the balancer moving forward with the automatic hinge lock and heard Compressed hard, felt the tremor of the friction between the deck and the bottom of the landing spaceship.

The shotgun in his hand suddenly seemed to be unbearably heavy.

"Ten seconds!!"

The driver continued to roar.

"Get ready, soldiers."

The sound of filling weapons in the closed, hot space is loud. The officer puts on the armrest at the beginning and erects the slidable body. Shot the gun, the body seems to have just gotten a shot of adrenaline.

The alarm rang again, only once.

The red light washes away the amber that flashes from the landing platform, followed by green.

When the cabin door was clamped, there was a squeak, followed by a hissing sound of steam, and the air in the cabin began to depressurize.

"Go forward! Go forward!"

The Marines yelled, and they rushed forward. The young officer was among them, half going forward, and half taken away by them from time to time.

But their battle cry only fell in the empty corridor.

The officer wanted to see the situation clearly, but found himself in a group of soldiers, holding their shields in the front row and shotguns in the back.

According to the previous unit briefing, they will enter the bridge via one of the many service corridors surrounding the mast of the rear bridge.

As an integral part of the outer hull of a transport ship, those narrow passages are used to repair the crew and maintain the network of servants to quickly reach more important areas.

They are narrow, damp, deserted, just like the outer veins of most starships, they are not taken seriously at all, only a little dim light, heat and maintenance function.

Now the Marines found that it was just a dark rusty pipe and a gridded deck blocked by fungi, closing the world.

More importantly, there is no sign of life.

"Quiet."

The young officer finally squeezed out of the crowd. He is the highest commander in this place.

"Reorganize the formation."

According to the structure diagram he got, there should be a gravity elevator fifty meters ahead.

"Go forward cautiously."

Soon, the Marines lined up in a tight line, still preparing their weapons.

Along the arc-shaped curve of the bridge mast, the passage continued to turn to the left, and the clanging sound of the soldiers' steel spiked boots and the grating and harsh friction of their shells echoed.

The young officer tried to concentrate, scanning the pipeline wall as they passed by, using a shotgun to detect the shadows between the flickering orbs.

Before departure, General Sora told them not to stay in the outer shell for too long. According to the captain’s description, the few slaves that escaped on the ship may be scattered in most areas, especially the outer shell. hull.

The young officers didn’t think those poor bugs were a threat. As long as the transport ship reached the track, they had time to pull those guys out of the corner and send them to the ground to transform them into pilots.

It’s easier than hunting small animals in the family manor. He also often uses slaves as hunting objects, driving them into the dark canyons, watching them wailing in the traps. It’s true. It's a lot of fun.

Thinking of this, his mood has improved a lot.

"Occupy the gravity elevator."

Soon, there was a voice from the communicator, that is the vanguard of the team, and they have reached the predetermined goal.

This is a large maintenance ramp, large enough to carry the replacement circulation pipes or adamantine slats of the outer hull when the Marines enter.

The officer pulled the switch last.

With a trembling and hu hu rubbing sound, the platform began to rise.

When the elevator reached the center mast of the tower, the officers realized that they had not encountered resistance so far.

Actually, there are no signs of life at all.

The birdwatch readings are even and they are all weird feedback. The front tactical display is always black.

Even if the message is received, the call is short and jumpy, and it is interrupted by static electricity into several segments.

"Something is interfering with our system."

A non-commissioned officer said on the short-distance communicator.

"Our communication with the track is also interrupted."

Suddenly, the gravity ladder trembled and stopped. The soldiers gathered in front of the door and locked their shields together, forming an invulnerable. , indestructible and impregnable ceramic steel barrier.

A drop of sweat was drawn on the young officer’s forehead. He clearly remembered that he was clearly set to rise to the highest point. Why did the elevator stop midway?

Unless, something is going to enter the elevator from outside.

Then, the door of the gravity ladder suddenly opened...

There was nothing.

An empty corridor appeared in the front, and the only noise was the throbbing of the ion drive still operating in the distance.

"How--"

The young officer pressed the switch forcibly, but the elevator just couldn't work. In desperation, he could only lead the team out of the elevator and enter a strange field. .

It’s not as dilapidated as the outer hull, but the lighting ball still seems to be on the verge of collapse. They seem to have sneaked into a ghost ship, abandoned centuries ago, and passed through the void forever It's listed here.

However, the fact is that it should have only left the port for a week.

Suddenly, the lighting ball was completely extinguished, and the darkness seemed to resist them, as thick and dark as their shield.

"Tie the light to the bayonet position!"

The officer panicked the order, and then the light flashed, illuminating the corroded metal staircase and mottled steam black rust.

"Go ahead, get out of here!"

The Marines began to climb, and the sound of boots hitting the plastic steel went up the ladder well.

For the first time since boarding this ship, the young officer felt something other than the adrenaline and the mixed battle tension—surrounded by a dark, crippling feeling.

Something is wrong.

This feeling is even worse when he finds out that something is missing. When the sound of boots is still loud in the narrow space, he notices that there are no more noises behind.

A cold tremor climbed up his back.

The young officer ran up, holding a shotgun, and turned around with a bayonet flashlight to illuminate the dark interior of the gravity elevator where they had been before.

A heavy smell of blood poured out from inside, and the young officer's eyes widened, and he wanted to call out.

But everything is too late.