Chapter 265: Tearing the Sky Apart

12 jets, that number is the limit of the No backpack. After a large amount of additional fuel is injected, the high-powered motor emits a violent sound, and the giant spreads its wings with pure explosive force and almost burning high temperature.

As a price, the extremely sturdy flight backpack is being dissolved, and the heat core engine compressed by countless refined iron and polycrystalline is being unconsciously pushed forward. There is power, but only so much.

So many sacrifices, Ru Ming exchanged for nothing, no flight, flying, the sergeant is flying, the violent wind brushes across his dark and shriveled skin, the pupils of his eyes have been turned red by various storms, his legs and arms are shriveled, like charcoal, and full of holes. It is hard to imagine that the once heroic warrior, Ru Ming, is as terrible as a demon.

He held up the Falcon Sword. It was clear that the complex automatic sensors could not provide him with the correct guidance. The roars of his brothers were no longer heard, and even the feeling with the regiment became indifferent. To be precise, in front of him, except for the cold and the pressure of the wind due to the damage to his skin, there was the glittering nightmare of the spirit in the darkness.

At this moment, he himself could not tell what supported him to make a crazy choice, but he knew that it was not the Emperor, but the feeling of trusting something, trusting victory and hope, the feeling that people in the dark technological era had in their hearts and could not distinguish between good and bad.

Those things drove his body to do those things in a complex way. It was not faith or worship, but it was indeed himself, the regiment, and the brothers.

The light of the Sun Lord could protect the Destruction Eagle. Unlike other Space Marines wandering in the turbulent areas of the Great Vortex, they were not feared by people. Skadi could make them fulfill their duties for the Empire and share the recruitment pressure of Ghost Peak.

His brothers can thrive on that planet, and those recruits and veterans can become new imperial angels under the protection of Lord Skadi, so he can give up all hope and just deny the uncertain future.

Therefore, his legs holding the blade became more and more tense, and the flickering spirit in front of him could become stronger, but it could not deny the flickering light and dark. The warp, the highest sky, the nightmare that has been entangled with human history since its birth, is turning that poor man, the hateful man, into a bridge between the real universe and the realm of chaos.

The fierce hurricane caressed his body, the wind pressure, the load, those things that mortals could not bear were torturing his body, but his blade was sharper and more flickering, wielding his weapon like the dark spirit focus.

It was as fast as a bullet, and even a trace of blood moistened the body of the sergeant. He flew up from the land called despair like an arrow.

He cut something, but he couldn't see it clearly. The warm liquid with a bloody smell told the giant his success. The spiritual storm gradually subsided, and then came the extremely strong and deep desire to survive.

He was alive, his emotions, body, and desires were roaring, the flight backpack was burning, he needed to release it, he almost wanted to press the release button of the backpack, the small mechanism connected to the leg armor ensured that countless Space Marines would be able to fiddle with their flight rights at will when needed, but that time, that simple and efficient thing had been melted to a certain extent by the hot steam of the backpack and was no longer sensitive.

"Damn it, damn it!" The sergeant began to increase his strength, but he soon gave up the backpack and exerted his strength directly on the metal wings that kept flying him into the sky and bursting immediately.

He exerted all his strength on his only leg, pressing the leg armor to help the emergency detachment device, and then pressed hard outward. The metal bundle was pulled straight and weak by him, and there were constant cracking sounds. The sergeant could clearly feel the blue veins appearing all over his body, his body wailing like crying, and the creaking roar of his joints.

No, if he had done his best and had already done it to death, then he would live! Live and die! And the terrible and huge power of the Space Marines was as he wished. In the choice of bone breaking and escaping from the backpack, luck chose him again.

Crack, in the wailing of mechanical metal, the weak connection position of the composite ceramic steel armor loosened under the force, and the terrible solidity of the elite Imperial machinery almost became the grave of the Space Marines. After the sergeant felt his body lighten, the whole person was out of the backpack.

The metal wings that sprayed heat continued to move forward until they were extremely high, and suddenly burst, turning into bright red flowers like fireworks and countless scattered metal pieces.

The Master Chief was panting. He had no more strength. His desire to survive had finally dissipated. He let his huge body fall to the ground, and his journey seemed to end here.

At the same time, the Astropaths who were threatened by the backlash of the Spirit in the Astropathic Fortress also came back to life. Their robes were messy because of the sweep of the Spirit. The nobility of the Holy Knot and the Emperor's Messenger as prophets was gone.

But they stayed where they were, lowered their heads, and tears flowed from their empty red eyes, mourning for a hero, because they knew that the death was caused by them, and the fall of the Master Chief was just a matter of time.

Unlike those who use the Spirit to perceive the existence of the physical universe through the subspace, the time in the eyes of the Astropaths is already blurred. If the time of normal people is a line, theirs is probably a picture, but many places covered by the Chaos Gods have turned it into a puzzle.

Therefore, they do not deny the infallibility of the prophecy, but they also do not agree with its uniqueness. There are many different interpretations, such as the death of Sergeant Ming, which is actually a foregone conclusion in the eyes of those psychics.

The lack of psychics and fatigue caused by the war made those powerful psychics unable to help the sergeant. Their own special characteristics made them see the occurrence of that incident early. That kind of tragedy is probably the most terrible thing in this world, that is, knowing that it is destined...

History has proved that divination, prophecy, and the more you escape or disobey will make you closer, so those who know the ending early can mourn for the living, which is ironic and sad.

Is there no shortage of stupid people in this world? A Thunder Eagle gunship crossed the sky. The almost square strange war engine passed like lightning. The captain of the fourth company of the Destruction Eagle walked in it, letting the wind hit his face, and carefully looked at the situation of the war on the ground. His body was clearly covered with craters and traces of death, but compared to himself, he asked the radio fiercely. "We have arrived at the Star Language Fortress, it's very clear! Follow the specific instructions, follow the specific instructions!"

After the first mission of attacking the near-Earth orbital artillery was completed, they established a temporary base around the artillery, and the fourth company commander began to communicate with the troops of the Star Language Fortress through the baptismal fire.

After analyzing the intelligence very quickly, those bad things urged him to come as quickly as possible, such as the Thunder Eagle gunboat that could survive in the universe, which was turned bright red by the friction of the air, and the speed reached the limit.

The layered composite material composed of titanium metal rolled plates covered with ablated ceramic steel layers successfully ensured that its powerful body could move at a very fast speed outside the atmosphere.

At this moment, each RX-92-00 can be used as a powerful rocket booster. Since the nuclear fusion engine reactor in the gunboat will provide fuel, the forward turbofan part of the engine can be isolated from the exhaust port and the combustion chamber.

The fuel generated by the continuous roar of the reactor is pumped into the combustion chamber, and after combustion, a high-pressure and high-speed gas flow is generated, which cuts through the entire sky and cuts through the gray haze after the rain like a blade.

The cooling tail airflow cut the entire sky like a triangular cross section, and the few remaining Space Marines and Imperial Guards looked up at the sky.

"A Thunderhawk?! To support the sergeant?" Jesk, wrapped in a gray cloth to dry his body and drinking a tasteless vitamin supplement, shouted to the soldiers who came to report to the medical area next to the command area.

The lieutenant squeezed the painful wounded next to the bed and kept muttering.

"Good! Good, good..." He began to look excited, and then quickly became happy, but was a little lonely at first, because he was really happy about the rescue of the Space Marines, but soon found that as a mortal, he was so close to those angels, but he couldn't help.

Mortals, mortals, although they are all praised as the descendants and warriors of the Emperor, the real gap between them is known to everyone. Space Marines do not deny mortals, and mortals will never deny Space Marines.

They were once comrades-in-arms, but at this moment, just as he could not save the men and women who died in the war, he could not save the sergeant who destroyed the Eagle.

He suddenly picked up the medical alcohol, mixed it with the kettle and drank it whole, ignoring the surprised eyes of the field priest next to him, smelling the unique and holy breath of the peaceful incense in the camp, praying to his God Emperor for victory and the return of his brothers.

He suddenly shouted. "The Space Marines are here! To save their war brothers, the Emperor, their brothers, and they can just stand by and watch..."

"At least, let them pray, let them pray for the heroes who saved them..."

The helplessness of mortals is the reason why the world is dark and cruel. No matter how great and smart I am, if I am not good at spiritualism or do not accept transformation, I will live for a hundred years, with a weak body and a short memory. In the history of the empire for thousands of years, such gravel cannot even have a splash.

At this moment, the sky is in the sky, the earth is in the sky, the heroes and the wounded, their identities are just like the gap between their physical existence. After the battle, no one will remember the sacrifice of the 44th Heavy Infantry Regiment and the 154th Infantry Regiment, and no one will give up praising the Space Marines who defeated the heretics, but remember the Imperial Guards stationed at the position of 100 people.

How cruel that universe is, as if the millions of lives of the Empire are destined to be unable to make waves.

In the liquid plateau, the gunboat that can freely sail in deep space is not far away. When the fourth captain's sight indicator and intelligence can lock the extremely fast focus, the bright red explosion makes people pay attention.

And the sergeant who was falling was indeed found to be falling in the east. In the devastation, the fourth captain tried his best to shout with the grid device, but it was covered by the engine and air flow.

No matter how the Fourth Company shouted, they could not convey those voices. In the case of being unprepared, the Thunderhawk's extremely fast speed would tear the Master Chief apart, and he had to get the Space Marine ready and keep a sideways posture for easy rescue.

"Damn it, the Master Chief didn't wear a communicator, and they couldn't communicate over long distances. Five hundred meters is just a moment for the Thunderhawk gunship!"

"No, driver, adjust the posture first, adjust the gravity device to low weight, and fly to the Master Chief to pick him up!" The company commander urgently commanded, but the driver refuted.

"He doesn't know they exist! According to the intelligence, he is already blind. If he falls in a normal free fall posture, he will fall on his head or organs, and then bounce up because of the low gravity. The probability of falling again is very high, just like a ball of elastic meat falling from a high-altitude iron plate."

"He needs him to stand up and use his thighs to relieve the impact and keep stable!"

The captain cursed. "He knows, but now we can rely on miracles! Go to hell!"

The driver showed a distressed expression, but he consciously started the engine and accelerated to the east and came to the free-falling sergeant hundreds of meters east, but even so, his chance of death was still huge.

Just as the astropath believed, no matter how I violated fate, they still saw the fate of the sergeant's death in the war, so that road was a predetermined reality, unless the Supreme Heaven made a mistake, but that was not possible.

As if the poor hero was falling, the sergeant's eyes were dark, and in that illusion, he seemed to hear a prayer, the sound was bright, and the idea that he had given up living was temporarily dissipated. He listened confusedly, so did the Emperor's believers pray to anyone?

After a short pause in his thoughts, he suddenly felt a bright silver light in front of his eyes, stinging, and then the dry and unusable lens began to blur the picture again. What was in front of him? !

Hope! No hope! He immediately adjusted his body posture and landed at the critical moment. His footsteps landed steadily on the metal outer layer of the gunship. When the company commander heard that unique sound, he immediately smiled.

"He's alive!"

That's right, the sergeant was alive. He stood trembling on the sunken iron sheet. Even if there was no gravity, those complex alloys would find it difficult to accept the superman falling from a height of 10,000 meters at an accelerated speed. His thigh was broken and the foot of the power armor was broken, but he tried his best to use his blurred and unreal eyes to find the focus of the silver light that just flashed.

Soon a question arose. Was the tail flame of the Thunderhawk gunship orange-red... Then where did that amazing silver light come from?

And was the prayer he heard someone's praise? Those doubts flashed in the sergeant's mind, but he quickly let it go, because he knew that he, the human race, had a father who took good care of them. If he couldn't get out now, he would let chaos abuse his children...