Soshiyang felt something in his heart and turned around, discovering that at the end of the fork on the right was a closed airlock door. The door was full of claw marks and notches, as well as many indescribable words and images.
Intuition told Soshyan that the life signal was probably sent from behind the door.
What's even worse is that there are waves of monsters in front and behind them, and only the direction of that door is safe.
"This way!"
With no more options, Soshyan could only lead the team straight to the airlock door.
When he arrived, he discovered that the door was actually locked from the outside. Seeing the chaotic creatures coming from behind, Soshyan immediately ordered his soldiers to twist the heavy wheel.
With the painful squeaking and harsh friction of metal, the thick metal door that had been covered in dust for countless years slowly opened a gap. Soshiyang glanced inside, but there was only a thick darkness, which lasted all night.
Vision devices cannot penetrate it either.
"Go in first!"
After waving his hands for the soldiers to get in one by one, Soshyan chopped the three monsters that rushed towards him into pieces with one sword, then got in sideways and pushed the door shut with all his strength.
Strangely enough, those creatures stopped moving after the door was closed.
Deathly silence enveloped the entire team, and everyone held weapons in hand and used tactical flashlights to disperse the boundless darkness.
This space seemed to have once been a prison. People were walking on a wide avenue, with independent rooms on both sides. Most of them were made of metal fences as thick as arms. Some of them were damaged, and broken metal pipes were scattered everywhere.
land.
A large amount of fine dust hung motionless in the air, but when people passed by, a turbulent airflow was set off, which seemed to make the originally stagnant time resume its flow again.
"Sir!"
Armin's voice rang on the channel, and everyone looked in the direction of his tactical flashlight and discovered a wreckage.
The remains of an Astartes.
Soshiyang stepped forward and carefully provoked the corpse with his sword. The gray veins on his face had disappeared. Now that he no longer has the powerful anti-subspace power, special attention must be paid.
After confirming that there was no danger, he squatted down and checked it carefully.
This is actually a nearly empty shell of powered armor, with only some decayed bones inside. Obviously, time in this place is not completely stagnant.
Judging from the scarlet color of the power armor and the faintly visible badge on the shoulder armor, this corpse should be that of a Word Bearer. The cause of his death was a penetrating wound to the face of the helmet.
Based on the width and thickness of the wound on the opponent's helmet, Soshyan speculated that what killed him should have been a sword, a sharp broad-bladed sword.
Moreover, the attacker struck very cleanly and quickly. The sword was thrust out without any extra movement. The entire wound fit perfectly with the sword body, without any cracks around it.
A terrible killer.
Soshyan stood up, feeling a little confused. This was on the Word Bearers' battleship, and then they were killed.
The prisoners in this prison rioted?
Or encountered a gang-hopping fight?
Keeping these questions in his mind, Soshyan knew that now was not the time to explore the secrets, as the melta bomb's set blasting time was coming soon.
Just as he was thinking of this, Soshyan felt a tremor coming from the soles of his boots.
The melta bomb has been activated.
"Sir——"
Not only Soshyan, but all Space Marines felt this tremor, and the tremors became more and more severe, as if the entire battleship was beginning to collapse.
"Walk!"
Seeing that the goal was achieved, Soshyan immediately led the team to look for other exits, regardless of what he thought.
They moved forward and crossed the cage area, and sure enough they found a door at the other end of the cabin.
But the Space Marines raised their guns.
Because they all noticed that in the corner about thirty meters to the right of the gate, there was a shadow huddled up.
The moment everyone turned their targets, including tactical flashlights, to the shadow, it moved.
With incredible speed, the thing walked straight towards Soshyan's team with heavy steps.
"Fire!"
Needless to say, the Space Marines' bolter muzzles flickered with flame, but their bullets were all thrown behind the thing, it was too fast.
In the blink of an eye, he had already crossed a distance of several hundred meters and arrived directly in front of Soshyan.
Soshiyang raised his hand, and the Sheng Yan Sword pierced the thing like thunder, but then he quickly felt a huge force in his hand.
His sword was missed.
Sparks flickered in the dark cabin for half a second, and then Soshyan felt something coming straight to his door.
The death of the Word Bearer immediately popped into his mind.
In order to prevent himself from becoming the second corpse to fall to the ground, he twisted his wrist and drew the Sheng Yan Sword in a semicircle in front of him, trying to block the weapon.
But he miscalculated.
The threat in front of him suddenly disappeared, but something pressed against his chest.
"this--!"
The six space warriors around Soshyan immediately pointed their guns at the thing opposite their chapter leader. Under the strong light of the tactical flashlight, a crack appeared in the robe on Soshyan's power armor, and then fell to the ground.
Revealing the shining eagle emblem on the chest.
A broad-edged sword that was as bright as new, with its still sharp tip, stopped in front of the eagle emblem.
Only then did everyone see clearly that the attacker was a Space Marine!
Or look like a space marine.
This man had the build of a Space Marine, with long gray-white hair that was as messy as weeds, extending to his elbows, even covering his entire face.
He was also wearing a damaged set of power armor, but it was hard to see its original appearance. Even the power backpack was covered with metal pieces, and he could only vaguely make out that the power armor seemed to be purple in color.
"Who are you?"
After a moment of silence, Soshyan and the mysterious Space Marine spoke at the same time.
Then there was another moment of silence.
"I am Soshyan Alexei, Chapter Master of the Astral Knights Chapter."
In the end, it was Soshyan who announced his family name first.
But after the man listened, he didn't respond and didn't put down his sword.
Soshyan could feel that as long as the other party was willing, this sword could pierce his heart immediately.
"lay down your weapon!"
Armin on the side couldn't help it anymore, pointed his gun at the head of this mysterious space warrior, and yelled loudly.
"you……"
Then, a ghostly hoarse voice floated out from the obscured face.
"...Which legion does it belong to?"
Everyone looked at me and I looked at you. For a moment, they didn’t know how to answer. Finally, Soshyan said:
"We are the Sons of Dorne."
"Dorne...the Imperial Fists."
The man let out a long sigh, and the complex emotions contained in it were difficult for Soshyan to fathom.
Then he took back the ship.
"So, Terra, are you holding on?"
"Who are you anyway?"
Faced with these weird words, Soshiyang had a guess in his mind, but he was not sure. After all, it sounded very incredible.
And that person finally confirmed his guess.
The opponent directly inserted the sword into the ground and pushed the hair away from his face with both hands, revealing a face that was full of dirt but still handsome.
"Third Legion, Commander of the Tenth Company, Saul Tarvitz."