Morinite was the first to enter the central control cabin, but when a corridor was blocked in front of another explosion-proof door, the passage was still successfully sealed by the defenders.
Alarms continued to sound everywhere. An unlucky worker, dragging his work clothes, stumbled out of the side door and was randomly chopped in half by a Morinite serrated tomahawk.
"Blow it up."
Morinite ordered, and then a World Eater warrior pushed to the front and began to fill a set of magnetic lock fusion disintegrators.
Then he stopped and looked at the obstacle.
"The fortress-style explosion-proof door is a product of the Mechanicus produced locally? Or imported from other places. The main locking pliers are on both sides of the central pin bolt, here and here."
"Go talk to the warp."
Morinite yelled loudly.
"Open it!"
The World Eater shrugged, clamped a pair of Dissociators to the point he had pointed out and stepped aside.
"Back off."
He said, activating the detonator wired to his right gauntlet.
For a moment, the directional dissociators vibrated as the molecular nuclear fuel melted them, and with a low sound they were ignited.
The hot melt immediately burned and penetrated into the heavy door, burning two molten holes in the adamantine plate.
The whole group of flames swayed, and there was a slight cracking sound obviously from where the two doors were sealed together.
"You come!"
Morinite pointed at the other warrior, the largest member of the warband shouldering his way through his brothers, grunting as he slammed his fist into the broken part of the door and began to drag.
With a low grinding sound, the World Eater tensed his muscles and lowered his head. At the same time, the ancient, patched servo of the power armor gradually increased his already considerable strength.
After pushing it with the shoulder for a second, the automatic hinge started to work.
The heavy door swung open as the lock melted into slush.
Behind them were a large number of cogitator units and power coils, and the frightened guards just watched.
"Kill them."
Morinite gave the order and the war gang rushed into the generator room.
As they hacked away at the screaming mortals, Morinite stepped toward the central mass of power coils, cooling valves, and gear blocks.
It was the main generator in the central control room of the orbital station, and the air at its core was throbbing with static electricity. The electric arc flowed through Morinite's armor in the form of a warm flash, and then he took out a grenade.
boom------!
The lights in the central control room went out, and it took three and a half seconds to activate the emergency cables laid on the floor.
By this time the killing had begun.
There was a snap and a gust of strange air, and five figures suddenly stood in a circle in the shallow pit where the Thinker's computer was placed in the middle. They were huge warriors wearing thick scarlet armor.
Backup lighting came on line and they opened fire.
General Sora fell behind a row of meditators, covering his ears with his hands as the room filled with the loud explosions of bombs.
Part of him knew that the central power system had been compromised and that they were in for a vicious attack.
Beyond that, there's just pure and blind panic.
The cogitator crew was shaken and sparking by the volley of bombs, and he saw two auspicious operators to his right fall, their torsos blown open, one of them from the original meeting in the intelligence room.
The young soldier who was looking for him.
Sora fumbled with his pistol, trying to take it out of his belt.
"Sir!"
The auger commander let out a wail, and just as he was about to get into the bunker next to the station commander, a bomb hit his right arm.
The limb disappeared with splattered blood and shattered bones, causing him to spin half a circle. His screams lasted for nearly a second before another round hit his head, and then the bomb knocked him out.
On the left side of the face, the broken body fell to the ground.
"Your Majesty, the God Emperor!"
Sora stammered and struggled to open the safety of the pistol.
Suddenly, everything became quiet.
Only General Sola didn't, and his heart was beating fiercely.
The pool of blood that flowed from the body of the Oracle Chief stained his knees red, but he refrained from moving.
Heavy footsteps shook the deck, accompanied by the whirring and scraping sounds of power armor.
"who are you?"
A stuttering voice sounded, and Sora recognized it as the deputy station director.
Then with a crushing sound, the unfortunate guy started screaming, which lasted for a long time.
Then, the footsteps became heavier.
Finally, a shadow fell on the stationmaster who was holding his head tightly. He raised his head, trembling, and blinking due to blood and sweat.
He wanted to raise his hand, but the pistol was as heavy as a thousand kilograms of weight, and then it fell to the floor with a thud.
A giant stood in front of him, wearing power armor covered with skulls and human skin. Its helmet was shaped into a long animalistic nose with short fangs, and there were wings extending upward on both sides. This was the blood god's helmet.
A crown worn only by warriors.
The giant's goggles emitted a dark, angry red light, and the brass brand decorated in front of the huge breastplate was not only not covered with blood, but became brighter.
"No, no, no..."
General Sora finally remembered how to scream as it grabbed him with its huge, spiked gauntlet.
But he didn't hold on even for a second.
"Gan Gan Gan! Omseniya, how could I encounter such a ghost!"
Hiding in his operating room, Loken continued to operate various instruments while cursing his mother.
According to the intelligence sent back from all directions, the central system should have fallen, and the other party is cutting off the power supply to various cabins and departments. Fortunately, Loken still has backup power, so there is no need to worry about this for the time being.
But the problem is that due to the fall of the center, he has now lost the means to communicate with the ground. He can only use shortwave channels to send out distress signals, hoping that a passing patrol fleet will receive them - of course, this chance is very slim.
It's not that he hasn't thought about escaping, but if he wants to escape, he must go to the star port, and it is obvious that the opponent's goal is the star port.
After analyzing it, Loken still felt that it was safer to stay in his own nest. It was wrapped in thick metal, had an independent signal transmitting device and backup power supply, and was also connected to the backup control system of the orbital station.
He was also the one who gave the order to close all passages and corridors, just to delay.
"No matter what, let the frigate leave first."
Thinking that he could not let the other party succeed easily, Loken began to send a message to the frigate, asking it to start the engine immediately and leave the star port.
But it also takes time.
Loken is trying hard to maintain the operation of the orbital station. After all, there are only a few people on the other side, and there are at least more than 20,000 guards in the orbital station, but they cannot gather now.
He is planning a route so that as many guards as possible can become a force to stop the traitors.
A three-dimensional image of the orbital station floated in front of him, with every gate and cabin under his surveillance.
Suddenly, he felt a cold touch coming over him.
Loken turned around suddenly, but only saw the closed door.
"what's the situation--"
Boom!
Suddenly, there was a loud noise from the door, and something hit it.
"Gan!!!"
Lorken was so frightened that the fluid in his bladder almost leaked out.
Those damn things realized something was stopping them and they came for him!