"It's okay, the commander of the battle... just can't leave here."
Hearing the words of a company commander, Santo Joel immediately ran along the wall to the heights.
At this time, the wreckage of reactor No. 2 had fallen to the floor, and the entire cabin was trembling under this weight, and the plasma covered the lower area to swallow the cables and flood the streets.
The reactor No. 3 was placed in a plasma torrent. In the lower part of the cabin, the plasma would swallow other parts, looking for ways to enter the wreckage of other spacecraft around it.
If they are not stopped, it will not take long to melt the blood curse.
Santo Joel came above reactor No. 3 and saw a string of debris piercing one side of the reactor, and plasma had already gushed out of the wound.
Its cracks are expanding, and every second it passes, the energy it releases becomes larger and larger.
The Blood Knight's commander followed a cooling pipe to the top of the reactor, and the first company commander Xie Li was waiting for him.
The company commander grabbed his brother's wrist and dragged him up.
At this time, the reactor No. 3 vibrated and suddenly tilted to one side. Santo Joel quickly raised his head and saw the pipes extending outward from the ceiling. They had no way to leave the reactor from that direction. At this time, he saw a street on the wall that was half melted by plasma.
"Let's go over there!"
Santo Joel changed hands so he could grab the collar of a company-leader's armor, drag the other person behind him, and climb to the edge of the reactor at full speed.
At this time, the reactor No. 3 began to split into two from the middle, and pieces of plasma ejected out, forming a wall of fire behind Santo Joel as he ran.
In the entire cabin, metal screamed and plasma roared.
Santo Joel grabbed the metal railing and kept moving forward to try to go to a safe place before the metal melted, reaching the edge of the reactor, and then jumped up with all his strength, clutching the handrail tightly with his hands.
In an instant, the entire pavement was bent by the weight of two spacemarines.
Then the company commander followed the sidewalk that Santo Joel climbed up and dragged the commander up.
"I am very grateful, the commander of the battle."
As the company grew up and gasped, Santo Joel shook his head.
"We are brothers, nothing to thank for."
Then he looked around and saw that reactor No. 3 had completely split into two parts, and the torrent of plasma flooded the entire lower layer.
So Santo Joel stood up and followed Sheri toward the door.
While they were running, reactor No. 3 was completely destroyed, and the wreckage sank into the burning plasma sludge and ruptured.
When Santo Joel just closed the hatch door, plasma energy instantly filled the cabin behind them.
"Frank!"
He began calling the tech sergeant.
"The personnel have been evacuated, how is the situation now?"
"I want to block the deck."
Amid the answers of the technical sergeant, Santo Joel heard the alarm sounding from the spacecraft bridge.
"Be sure to act carefully, the danger has not been lifted."
"Can you enter the subspace?"
"There is only one spare left in the reactor, but the remaining energy is enough. I'm working hard - it's just that the success rate is not high."
"Then do it, we have no choice now."
At the critical moment, the Blood Curse once again blessed its tortured owners. The subspace engine, which had been silent for a long time, finally tore through the void. The cracks it produced were even darker than the void, and the violent energy boiled in it.
The technical sergeant immediately sank the warship into it, and while the crack was still devouring it, countless shells were still trying to tear the outer shells of the Blood Curse to pieces.
As a certain area of the physical space flashed, the warships covered in wars fled into the sub-space and disappeared.
"Damn it! These traitors ran away!"
On the bridge of the cruiser Crowder, Marshal Austin of the Black Church smashed his fist against the wall next to the information desk.
As the earliest battle group divided in the era of the Second Army Establishment of the Empire Fist, the Black Temple did not follow the Astartes's Sacred Code, and its structure was completely different from the existing battle group.
The commander of the battle group is called the Grand Marshal. The Grand Marshal is well-versed in all the legends of the Black Church and knows all the secrets of the Black Church. It is a living embodiment of the battle group. And only he knows the exact number of people who act in the Milky Way - the Black Church does not follow the sacred scriptures in the structure, and the same is true for its number. The Inquisition generally believes that the number of people in the battle group is between 2,000 and 4,000.
Under the Grand Marshal is the marshal responsible for the specific expedition, and his command is a combat organization called the Crusader, but the number of people in this organization is not fixed. Generally speaking, it is at least equivalent to one company. The marshals are selected from the elite troops of the Black Church of the Sword Brotherhood. The Brotherhood of the Sword is equivalent to the first company of other battle groups. The veterans of the Black Church will be promoted to the Brotherhood of the Sword Brotherhood and participate in various scattered squads as combat elites, receiving training for Terminator Power Armor (only they are allowed to use Terminator Power Armor) or forming the Marshal's Guard.
Below the marshal is the lord of the fortress. Generally, larger crusaders will be divided into several combat companies by the marshal, led by warriors who are given the title of lord. However, this "combat company" does not mean that at least 100 spacemarines will participate in the war. A combat company may even have only ten spacemarines, which is closer to the "tactical team" organization of the Holy Classic team. It depends on the actual combat needs.
"Damn it! It should have been destroyed under the Emperor's gaze! It had the chance, now let it run away!"
A cold-faced judge stood beside Austin, watching the light spots displayed on the screen of the peeling debris of the battleship, and then spoke:
"Marson Austin, I suggest chasing it right away. Even in the most hidden areas, a severely injured warship will leave traces, and we will not throw it for too long."
Austin calmed down, his rocky face twitched twice. He was originally planning to go to the Donian Star Zone to plan an expedition, but on the way, he was asked by the judge to call the judge. He hated the treacherous and traitors extremely much and immediately responded to the judge's request to wipe out the Blood Knights Group, which had been declared traitors.
Austin originally wanted to harvest some traitors' heads before the Expeditionary Force officially started the expedition to boost morale. If he was lucky, he could still get a useful ship. Therefore, he did not launch a fatal blow to the Blood Curse, but paralyzed the opponent's engine first, and then jumped to grab the ship.
But he never expected that his opponent still had enough energy to fly, and the duck he got flew just like that. How could he not be angry?
So the marshal ordered with anger:
"Chasing! Chase me for those damn bloodthirsty bastards! In the name of Dorn, I'm going to kill Santo Joel with my own hands!"