The three-finger-thick steel boots were driven by the thick electromagnetic muscles in the steel armor under the control of the servo, carrying the nearly ton weight of the Dreadnought power armor as they trudged forward in the passage of the abandoned battleship.
The thick dust and mud made it difficult for them to move. In an environment where they could not maintain a direct view of the deck, they could only turn on the power supply of the magnetic boots for a long time.
From this, their pace can indeed be described as steady, but the speed of the entire team has become a new problem.
"It's incredible that the power supply here is still there..."
The incandescent light shot out from the giant's helmet like a sharp sword. After breaking through the smoke and dust raised in the darkness, it was swallowed up again by the endless darkness.
Gray Knight Hercules did not rely on the servo observation array, but looked through the narrow eyepiece of the Crusader helmet and looked directly at the floating dust stirred up by his footsteps.
Although the lighting system in the hulk has failed, you can tell from the centuries of dust accumulated under your feet that at least during this long period of time, the gravity generator here has been working stably.
"What's our next goal?"
Hercules asked the team's commander, Sergeant Meyerson, while on the psychic side he encapsulated the collected information in his brain and then sent it back through the legion's psychic link.
"Received, keep in touch."
The Golden team at the rear landing point in the psychic link gave a clear response. It was a long time ago that this Paladin was awarded the title of Primarch Guard. If this operation was not important enough, it would be difficult for you to do it in ordinary combat.
See him.
"Go to the gravity generator first, then the power cabin."
Meyerson's voice rang in Hercules' ears, and the dry voice dragged him back to reality from the ocean of ether.
The answers from the sergeant in front and the brothers in the rear arrived almost at the same time, and the dual information of reality and ether was almost indistinguishable.
But Hercules was able to adapt to this because of his bloodline and because he was inspired to bring out certain traits hidden in his genes.
All psykers understand how dangerous it is to lose the boundary between reality and the warp. The reason why the Gray Knights have been able to maintain absolute purity for thousands of years is precisely because they may not be the most powerful psykers, but they are definitely the most powerful psykers.
The one who can control the strongest.
He barely paused, and even responded directly to Sergeant Meyerson with body language, while still receiving the information flow in the public channel in the psychic link.
"I went to the location of the gravity generator to see what is the reason why this machine is still running.
If there are signs of life maintaining the equipment, then find it and kill it;
The reason for going to the power cabin is the requirement of the mission, which is to install enough explosives on the key nodes of the hulk before evacuation..."
Sergeant Meyerson explained his purpose in the team channel, and by the way, he would turn off the magnetic field generator on the sole of the boot after the deck under his feet became a little clearer.
Hercules also discovered this detail and understood its meaning:
They don't have much time and need to speed up their exploration.
The existing efficiency seems to be very high, but it is actually based on the data support of the auspicious array on the battleship.
With the end of outer detection, the more twisted internal structure has exceeded the capability limit of the instruments on the battleship. (Anti-detection devices are a regular configuration of battleships, and most of these devices work passively and only require very low energy.
Working long hours.)
The force projection on the fleet continues:
There were a total of 25 teams similar to the Hercules/Meerson team in the first batch of landing troops.
Except for the five support and reserve forces that remained stationary at the landing point, the remaining twenty teams quickly broke through the outermost battleship wreckage during half an hour of exploration.
With the help of the battleship's oriole, they successfully identified the structure of these ancient battleships belonging to humans.
Thus, with extremely high efficiency, we found the gravity generator of the hulk and the backup plasma reactor that kept working.
After installing the predetermined explosive devices on both, the team continued to move forward according to the drawings in hand.
There are not many large-scale corridors in the damaged warship that can be passed normally, but without intending to recover the ship, taking the repair corridor and occasionally breaking through the wall, the team quickly reached the combination of the hulk and other hulks.
Department.
Boom! Boom...
The sound of the explosion and the high-temperature shock wave in the small space left no place to hide. Even if the giants had a full set of armor protection when facing the shock wave, the steel boots under their feet could not help but make a tooth-piercing friction sound.
Meyerson canceled the joint lock of the power armor from the crouching position, and stood up from behind the thick jump shield.
The team members behind him also shook their heads slightly to expel the discomfort in their bodies. Hercules at the end of the team was the least affected. When he raised his head and looked forward, at the end of his field of vision where the dust settled was a completely commanding scene.
He is in an unfamiliar environment.
It was a gorgeous space, and the design of the equipment and ships in it clearly exceeded the scope of being a war machine.
Taking Hercules' short life as evidence, he swore that when these works of art appeared in a battleship full of steel and gunpowder smoke, he felt that the designer of this battleship definitely exceeded the upper limit of human understanding of art.<
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"The Eldar..."
The sound of Sergeant Meyerson clenching his molar teeth freed Hercules from his doubts. Apart from the gnashing hatred in the sergeant's mouth, the commander of the team obviously had enough profound knowledge to recognize the useless person in front of him.
The origin of the ship.
As if sensing the doubts of the Gray Knight behind him, the member of the team codenamed Rock Rat explained to the Gray Knight while checking the heavy bolt gun he was carrying:
"The leader used to be a veteran of the first company in the battle group, and he was also our tactics instructor. According to the think tank records, he once served in the Death Watch on behalf of the battle group, and he just came back in the past hundred years."
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"Understood." Hercules nodded slightly, indicating that he had received the other party's prompt and the goodwill behind it:
An explanation is a very good start. It at least proves that both parties have the intention to cooperate.
And just when the team was in a normal atmosphere of cooperation, Hercules suddenly raised his head when he sensed something.
He didn't even have time to stop Melson, who had just landed on the Eldar warship. He only had time to point the scepter in his hand forward and shouted the order in his mouth:
"Mantra - Bless!"
At this moment, all the Gray Knights on the entire space hulk stopped, and the power of the Legion's will was revealed.
They were immediately aware of the situation of the brother in front, and witnessed and supported that brother's mobilization of the group's willpower.
The shield that appeared in the space appeared instantly after passing through the lengthy spell ceremony. The white-gold bell-shaped stand enveloped Sergeant Meyerson and even the entire team in front.
At the same time, a black, surprisingly long scimitar was blocked and repelled by the shield.
The position that forced it to emerge from invisibility was just above the back of the sergeant's head.
That's not all. Several other similar weapons also appeared beside the team members at some unknown time. If it weren't for the vigilance and protection of the priest, I'm afraid the team would have lost more than half of its manpower in the face of the encounter.
"Tsk! Troublesome monkey!"
The owners of these scimitars gradually appeared from the air, with slender and tall bodies up to two meters high.
When the deliberate ambush was discovered, these followers of Kane decided to find another way to please the Blood God and kill the monkeys head-on.
"Retreat! Shrink the defense! Plan C! (Put self-protection as the first priority, withdraw in a covered manner, and reduce the fire gap.)"
Sergeant Meyerson shouted loudly, obviously he had sufficient knowledge of these existences. And his choice in milliseconds was already the best choice for the current situation.
Unfortunately, the incident happened suddenly, and the team's long and narrow position allowed them to take advantage of the disadvantages of the terrain.
Faced with these assassins who were leaping and holding swords in the complex environment, there was only so much the entire team could do in the tight moment.
Tom! Tom! Tom! Tom! Tom! Tom!
The intensive shooting of the bullets tore out large, ferocious and terrifying bullet marks in the narrow space.
The Astartes fired wildly in the confined space, just to block the enemy's approach and give the entire team a chance to breathe and adjust.
However, due to the distance of the enemy, the large-range gun line caused by short-range shooting cannot be closed, so the killing efficiency of the target is extremely low.
Their defensive firepower is too slow and crude for these beings, and even when Sergeant Meyerson gives up the defense, it can only inflict wounds on the enemy instead of killing them.
When the team encounters a fatal threat, only Hercules and his companions - another Gray Knight who said nothing along the way, can use their own specialties to pose a threat to the enemy.
"Laws! Whip the heretics!"
Hercules' psychic lightning struck first, and once again freed the necks of his comrades in front from the opponent's scimitar.
There was no way for the opponent to escape. As he wailed and turned into ashes, his tragic end turned the other assassins' dangerous gazes to him.
Fortunately, he is not fighting alone, he also has his partner and the entire legion behind him.
The heavy spiritual light cannon in the hands of Harpercrates the Sinner abandons physical ammunition and shoots with psychic energy. Its non-physical projectiles have a speed that the body cannot avoid.
When this heavy cannon poured out barrages in an arc at the opponent with a terrifying rate of fire, these races known for their agility had to pay a heavy price for their previous contempt.
Several black-clothed assassins were harvested by psychic cannons in the mid-air, and the substantial impact was immediate, stopping the opponent's arrogance.
The deadlocked assassin wanted to fight again, but his leader clearly felt the approach of other gray knights nearby.
"What a disappointing hunt."
She put down the terrifying, huge white bone helmet and faced Hercules with a face full of tattoos.
"Ugly monkey, we have plenty of time to get along. Don't be in a hurry, take your time..."