Chapter 258 Falcon Spreads Wings

Predictive divination equipment, full name 13-Gamma-67, the metal satellite of the Empire, and added with the bones of many martyrs, heroes and loyalists, the exquisite equipment and the souls of the Emperor's followers allow it to detect and stabilize subspace fluctuations, providing a powerful weapon for the Empire's ships The navigator assists and provides general information about the area.

It has been hanging here for decades. At this moment, there are exactly seventeen starships decades away that have moved into real space with their vigilant visual receivers.

As Ming, the Eighteenth Ship, arrives, the self-scripted data feed unfolds through the detector's artificial cortex, automatically reviewing the pre-scan readings in response, but just as its machine soul prepares to classify yet another scan as insignificant. , as an excellent slow-negative instrument blocking signal roared out from its auspicious instrument, the detector's meditation was broken.

The divination detector's void-hardened lens refocused, its plus-minus meter humming, sucking in data from every spectrum as reality warped.

The force field shifted and rippled across a vast area, the light bending in the twisted ultra-wide lenses the detector stared at, as if twisting at the core of a black hole, where many witchfires flickered and died into the darkness, each flame a It's like the shell of real space has been scorched.

Until the crack between reality and illusion appears, the physical substance is peeled off like the flesh on a leper's face, and the spiritual energy overflows, tumbling in the fountain and emitting strange light.

The real space shook violently, twisted and stretched at the same time, and then was torn open like a gaping wound, and a starship rushed out from inside.

The outside of its covering stand was stimulated by the witchcraft spirit, rolling, the engine humming and roaring in its efforts, the pistons kept going, and the ship's Geller field collapsed in the beating discharge fireball, revealing a spacecraft nearly several kilometers long. The dilapidated hull plates of the reinforced Imperial battleship were scorched and dented.

Behind it, the cracks in reality tumbled wildly, tendrils of foul light groping blindly like hounds trying to recapture the prize of countless souls before the ship escaped.

As the physical barriers caused by subspace anomalies collapsed in the real universe, the starship with constant wounds was finally able to sail freely. The detection satellite Gamma worked quickly to compile and classify, scan and transmit.

An oxhide scroll buzzed outside its armored hull, ready to fire a bundle of information through its aquila-carved array. The machine spirit interrogated and quickly determined the ship's location. An assault strike cruiser, a Space Marine's. ships.

Faster automatic scanning detects and catalogs the crest of the Eagles of Destruction, from the wild world of Ghost Peak in the Gulf of Damocles.

The industrious Imperial probe is constantly working, collecting, recording, analyzing, and storing. Those high-end storage units composed of artificial neural units and wetware are not aware of the frictionless situation in the dark universe, so half of it. The stalled ship was coming towards it.

When the machine soul of the poor detection satellite realized that it was good, it frantically ignited the thrusters on its flanks to pull away from the orbit, and packaged the communication language and sent it to the machine soul of the Space Marine cruiser. But while the server roared continuously, the huge battleship Then across the void, the diligent imperial engine turned into a ball of fire and exploded.

It has slight scorch marks on the bow plating on the right side of the assault cruiser, just to the east of the ship's name, and a small stain on the "Baptism of Fire" east side.

That remote waterway was only discovered by a few adventurer fleets many years after the empire was established. Because of its poor subspace flow and constant undercurrents, it was regarded as a non-first choice path by the empire. However, in the era of war, That position can prevent oneself from being discovered. The price can be roughly understood by looking at Baptism of Fire Ruming's appearance...

Many mortal servants stepped anxiously on the metal deck of the ship. Those servants who had lived on the strike cruiser for dozens of generations had never even seen what the planet looked like, nor had they ever landed in a nuclear world. Except for special The beloved servant, most people's life is just a part of the Baptismal Fire combat strike cruiser, a very small part.

That subspace journey was the first time many people saw such serious losses in their lives. Compared to the calmness of the Space Marines, the chaos and trampling of the mortals made the maintenance of order worse and worse, and the speed became slower and slower.

As time went by, problems occurred with the gravity-generating array outside the ship. Countless people were conscious like drowning fishes, struggling to hold on to armrests and other objects under the constant flashing warning lumen, relying on strength to pull forward, as if they were unable to move forward. People who could swim were flooded.

But no matter how chaotic it is, as long as the Space Marines step past them, the mortals will stop and use their slender legs and arms to perform the Aquila Salute for them like Ben.

At this moment, the emergency lumen lights flashing outside the ship, the fourth company commander is urgently looking for someone. He does not need to hold on and pull anything like those mortals. He is as stable as if there are suction cups on the soles of his feet. Several fighting brothers around him are holding on to him. Ready to go.

He slammed into the failed door valve in front of him, and the iron sheet bent under its power. After the power failed, the small gap between his shoulder armor was held by the fingers of his legs. The power armor made a sizzling sound, and the power system was driven with full force.

After an intense buzzing sound that made one's teeth hurt, the hydraulic iron door, which had no power provided by the battleship, was actually pulled open by human power, revealing the main power control room inside.

Those flashing and complex imperial machines were originally the core power of the strike cruiser. Those circuits and enhanced information processors or head servers should have helped them break through the warp, but now they were persecuted.

The traces of the power axe can be seen everywhere, the remains of the holy bones and servers, the saint's cortex or the divination instrument, those things were paralyzed by the crazy attack, and at the same time.

The mechanical sage in the scarlet robe looked at the furious warrior with emotionless pupil display, the mechanical grid device roared, and muttered the demonic mechanical language from the warp.

"0100100010010..."

The irony is that the light of the Om Messiah was still very gracious during the journey, and he used his weak metal body to maintain the extremely heavy room with all his strength and heart, and completed his great mission against the filth of the warp when the Geller position was partially ineffective.

Ruming, in the eyes of the Fourth Captain, the conscientious sage was dead, and his loyal soul was swept away by the torrents that kept echoing in the subspace. Ruming left behind only the metal body, which was pitiful.

But the heretic wanted to say or do anything. At this moment, the Space Marine Captain tightened his muscles like a beast, lowered his body, and fired bullets, like flames, like bullets, cutting through the space with crazy mechanical language.

As a veteran, he had experienced the months when the heretic bewitched his comrades, and tasted the test of wrong faith. When his extremely fast thoughts and two strong hearts beat to stimulate blood circulation, his muscles whistled, and he used ten thousand pounds of strength to hold the heretic's pathetic throat, and the power of his legs and fingers completely broke the grid device in his throat, making the whisper dissipate.

He took the entire metal head off, and the blood-red oil sprayed, staining the captain's red cape and beautiful armor, but the warrior didn't care about himself, and threw the head off, shooting with explosives, leaving deep bullet marks and fragments of the exploded head in the ship's outer compartment.

Will the soul of the loyalist go to the Lord of Mankind to worship the Golden Throne? But it seems that he is hopeless, and the sadness and pity flashed in the hearts of several mortals who followed the Space Marines, but it was only a flash.

They rushed forward to clean up the blood-like oil and fragments, and then before the ship was stabilized, a large-scale heresy inspection and hundreds of deaths were carried out.

After sacrifice, blood, and change, the precarious ship could dock, but the fourth captain did not need safety, he needed to move, he needed to leave, he needed to go to the rebellious free port, and use the Space Marines' raid to build a camp for the Imperial Guard to station.

The powerful maneuverability of the Destroyer Eagles allows them to penetrate into places lacking air defense like a sharp spear. The enemy has mercenaries and pirates with poor civilian ships, which cannot effectively hinder the Space Marines' warships. They need to break in before the enemy gathers strength, and destroy those enemies to gain the upper hand.

But as expected, their astropaths died, the astropathic array was lost, and at the same time, the sage priests in the main control area were corrupted and cleared, the feasibility of subspace travel was destroyed, and most systems failed. If not, the engine could move at sub-light speed, then they would be space wrecks...

The captain who had just returned to the bridge was stopped by the technical sergeant. The hissing sound and its third leg reminded the captain of the mechanical sage who had just been torn apart, and the brother who believed in Om Messiah spoke words that gave the captain a headache. "It's about 80 light years away from the Freeport. One stop in the Warp takes at most two days of physical time, and a week in the real world at most."

"He knows! Then I let the ship enter the Warp?!" The captain cursed angrily, and many brothers working there stopped working in the East Leg. His loss of composure was witnessed by many people. It was terrible and extremely unsuitable for the moment.

The captain quickly calmed down and muttered. "What's my name?"

The technical sergeant replied. "Kelem, brother."

He asked. "Brother Kelem, they have suffered a lot of losses."

The technical sergeant replied, "They have had fires and ammunition explosions on several gun decks, and the stern void shield generator is no longer working. The entire ship's communication has failed, and they have lost more than half of the ship's hull predictors."

"What about their Warp engine?" The fourth captain muttered.

"The dead sage Ramdax was forced to make it static for fear of sky feedback or evil overflow, and now it has been proven that it cannot be restarted." The sergeant replied.

"Then they are paralyzed," the captain said angrily. "Without the power of the warp engine to penetrate the veil, they are limited to conventional engines. Their journey through the warp that would take days would take years with conventional engines. They have no way to reconnect with the main force, or even let their comrades know that they are alive!"

"How long will it take them to complete the repairs?" he continued.

"They have no equipment, large equipment, and secondly, the death of the Tech-Sage also brought a definite vacancy. The core technology of the warp engine can only be mastered by the Forging Sage above the 15th civilization level." The technical sergeant read.

The captain deliberately threw the technical sergeant Kelham to the ground. The reality is indeed the case. The Mechanicus will not hand over the core to any outsider, let alone a smart Space Marine, which is even more dangerous.

"So what is their current course of action?" The sergeant who successfully walked into the core area of ​​the Fourth Company listened for a long time and walked over to ask.

He also said. "Presumably they have been unable to successfully quell the enemy and are now wandering in the darkness of the stars. They cannot serve the Emperor's will."

said the company commander. "Activate the fortune teller." After hearing this, the technical sergeant pressed a rune sequence into the holographic platform and whispered the awakening ritual as before.

The device flashed actively, creating a three-dimensional map of the local space from light to dark in the air. The "Baptism of Fire" was located in the center, represented by a red rune, and around it the map followed the ships. The remaining oracles slowly expand by weaving their surroundings into data murals.

Ironically, the satellite that provided the information had just been hit by them, and now they could rely on the slow scanning of the instruments at the dock, making every minute now seem torturous.

"There is confirmation of machine spirits from deep space satellites," Kellum said. "That at least puts them on the edge of a star system."

"There!" the Master Chief said, pointing as more runes flashed. "An asteroid belt. A gas giant. A dead world."

"More planets," the Captain said, "and with Imperial symbols. Thanks to the Emperor's grace, they have arrived at a settled system, brothers."

Aerospace data is spread out on one side of the map. Names began to flash, written in High Gothic while the bridge crew struggled to triangulate.

"Loander System!" Tech Sergeant Kellum read aloud. "And there, in the capital world, Loander Prime, Tithe Level 2 (low-level hive world), that means there are sufficient orbital docks to speed up their repairs."

"Even better..." the Master Chief said happily, typing the command into the rune key of the holodeck. The display focused on Kalides Prime, expanding that world into a slowly rotating sphere and projecting additional information around it in a halo.

"A star language array for a planet," the company commander showed a stiff smile. "That's good news. Not only will they be able to repair the Baptism of Fire, they'll probably be able to rely on that planet's astropath psychic choir to penetrate the warp and send a message to Skadi."

"They will keep them informed of their situation at their destination and coordinate their rendezvous with Pangia's expeditionary fleet. They will return to the heart of the war!"

The sergeant chief suddenly interrupted the company commander. "Sorry, but it's located in the Freeport-controlled area, and he thought the enemy already knew they were going to attack, so..."

"Always eager to kill the enemy and sharpen the edge of the sword, he is bright red, brother." the company commander replied. "Issuing orders to all operational brothers in the fleet."

"They found a world where they could serve the empire, but as they penetrated deeper into the enemy's territory, they were like spears piercing the enemy camp. Therefore, they could not face any situation!"

‘Hai, prepare explosive bombs! Landing, killing, eagles striking the sky, death falling from the sky, no longer the Emperor! "

"No to the Emperor!" shouted the warriors of the Eagles of Destruction after hearing the order. Their deep and sonorous voices passed through the corridors of the ship and through the deep cabins, filling their mortal servants with pride and courage!