Chapter 103 Lysander Captures the Iron Blood

Danat Lysander tightened his grip on his weapon, the soles of his metal boots making a slight sound on the smooth ground, as they advanced cautiously inside this very strange ship.

In fact, for him and his team of Titan Explosive Terminators, the application of the word caution in this scenario was almost equivalent to "remember not to connect the twin melt cannons head-on."

So now he is really cautious.

Fortunately, the Jump Gang torpedo loyally brought them into the ship in the end - yes, although the demolition melt at the front of the torpedo did not really hit anything, they did come in, but the torpedo passed through a After layering the shield, they hit something invisible, and then stopped after running out of inertia. They immediately unhooked themselves from the torpedoes and stepped onto the ground here.

The residual heat in the torpedo's tail nozzle was not extinguished, and the Titan Explosive Terminator team followed closely behind. The muzzles of the bolters or other guns in everyone's hands were raised in all directions vigilantly.

It's too quiet and tidy and tasteless.

This is Lysander's first impression.

In the eyes of those who stayed outside the Destiny Steel, this unusually strange silvery-white moon-level barge had nothing special about it except that it was smooth and beautiful. It even appeared as "ordinary alloy" in the auspicious device. The shell made of ", bronze and brass" instantly "engulfed" the jumping torpedo that the company commander and the others were riding on.

And when they discovered that they were trying to pour more and more artillery fire, and even the entire fleet's artillery fire, directly onto the ship, it was clear that the void shield had reached the edge of crumbling, but its last thin layer of shield happened to be damaged anyway. When it is overloaded, no one will know that something is starting to go wrong.

But all they can do now is to tightly surround this strange ship that is still dragging through the galaxy at cruising speed, at least until they figure out where their first company commander and elite Terminator team are going. Lost.

On the bridge of the Wrathful Storm, the technical officers led by Captain Philip Vian were desperately and desperately sending communication calls to the gang-hopping team led by Lysander.

And Lysander and the others knew nothing about the situation outside at the moment.

The most elite Terminator team of the 1st Company were forming a loose formation across the huge hangar platform they fell into. This place would be an excellent position for an ambush, but everything was dark and silent. The two The battle brothers marching through the ascending passages on the left and right wing reported that they found nothing. This strange peace and quiet made the originally trivial uneasiness more obvious.

The main reason why they haven't made any big noise yet is that the doors and passages here are not as narrow as those on ordinary ships. They are made very wide and tall, as if they were originally designed to be used by Terminators or higher-sized beings. Yes, the alarm was not triggered, so the Terminators did not need to forcibly break a way out.

"What was that that our torpedo just passed through?" one of the battle brothers asked.

"It looks like it might be some kind of large-scale camouflage position. Even judging from the methods of those betrayers, our understanding at the moment has been modified."

The first company commander replied calmly, while holding the Fist of Dorn in his hand and turning on its energy field switch. The sacred relic weapon began to glow, "From this moment on, everyone needs to be respectful to anyone and any words. Stay alert to possible Chaos contamination."

The surrounding battle brothers sent confirmation replies one after another.

"There are some extremely perverted, cruel and cunning villains among the Iron Warriors. The worst situation we can face now is that we enter a ship without intelligence. Needless to say, there must be a trap here," Lysander said and opened his own sensor.

"But the basic structure of the moon-level construction generally does not change. Turn on the scanning device of your power armor, and set the scanning range to 800 - no, a thousand feet. Everyone constructs a three-dimensional map of the surrounding area and The summarized battle map is updated at any time.”

"The place where we just entered the hull was chosen. It should be not far from the swing channel leading to the engine room... Damn it! What is this?!"

In their helmet eyepiece display interface, extremely complex and densely packed bright lines of the three-dimensional structure of the scanned ship began to extend as the scan began to gradually appear in the sensor scanning range with an eerie degree of complexity and grandeur. The lines are interconnected and endless, with no boundaries visible.

"How is this possible?! The power has been turned on to the maximum! It stands to reason that it can already scan the smallest shell boundary of the moon-class cruiser!"

"Did you see it?"

"Yes, Captain Lysander."

"This must be some kind of cognitive filter. The Iron Warriors here are most likely related to the contamination of the Chaos enemies who control illusions and changes." The captain of the Imperial Fist revealed himself under his helmet. The bloodthirsty and vengeful cold expression of knowing.

Only revenge.

Only.

"I have a hunch that there may be some old acquaintances of ours here."

Each Imperial Fist's modified ears heard some familiar sound approaching.

It was the slight collision of chains and power armor and the sound of ceramic boots stepping on the metal ground.

Right behind that wall!

Lysander roared, raised the Fist of Dorn with a radiant force field, and prepared to deal with anything that rushed over - at this time, he saw something moving from the corner of his eye. The Space Marines had excellent peripheral vision, but he could not distinguish any outline of the object that had just left the edge of his vision.

But his auspex still showed nothing, and the green interface flashed calmly.

There were no light spots representing enemies or very suspicious objects, nor were there light spots representing low threats, only his own loneliness -

Wait!

When? !

His combat reflexes trained in hundreds of years of extraordinary service helped him. The needle-like spikes that came silently from a tricky blind spot rubbed a dazzling spark on the side of the Fist of Dorn, decomposing the force field to dissolve the offensive and expose the enemy's position.

The existence in the shadow took a half step towards him, letting the weak light fall on himself, and the image of the auspex turned into a dazzling crimson.

The huge and terrifying thing, the glittering skull and fresh yellow and black stripes on the armor that was closer to silver than the dull black steel gun color before, almost immediately reminded Lysander of the original meaning of these symbols, which were made for violence and fighting, not for boasting and display, just like the "people" inside, they were cold, cruel, hard and practical enough.

Lysander understood what he saw at first glance. He would have a hard battle next. None of his brothers were by his side. His communication with the Wrathstorm was still offline. Support might never arrive, but the Imperial Fists were best at loyal persistence and persistence to the end.

Although wearing a helmet, Lysander still managed to spit on the ground - a habit he had long ago, and then clenched Dorn's fist with both hands. The roar of its power field seemed to be particularly joyful today because of the upcoming battle.

"Come on, you iron warriors or demons."

Quack.

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