He screamed and woke up from his dream, opening his eyes suddenly.
For a moment, he thought he was blind.
The severe cold stole his eyes, and then the cold armor brought him back to reality from the distant past.
He felt very cold, as if the dream had become reality, with chilling memories wrapped in it.
The solid ice blocked the visual lens on the helmet, and the ever-changing light brought haze - the ice was pink, formed by the condensation of blood mixed with snow.
The pulse signal of the warning rune flashed in the corner of his eye, and the dim red beat slowly.
Warning, in a complete vacuum environment.
Warning, armor damaged.
Warning, gravity is 0.
Damage assessment.
Armor power is low.
He has no memory of where he is or how to survive with his power armor near destruction.
He blinked and tried to refocus his thoughts, and the feeling in his body was recovering - pain feedback came back from his right leg, but his left hand never responded to the call of his heart, as if it had been swallowed by a black hole, and his tongue was full of the rusty taste of metal.
But he is still alive, and that is enough.
In the vacuum, he tried to move his right arm, but the armor was very resistant. No matter how hard he tried to close his left hand, it remained unmoved, and he couldn't even feel the presence of his fingers.
Struggling between coma and consciousness, he looked at the weakening warning rune - the power of the power armor had dropped to the lowest level.
In a short time, he will turn into a lifeless metal shell.
He could only close his eyes and steady his breathing and pulse.
His thoughts were returning, and he already knew where he was - he was floating in the vacuum of the universe.
The thermostatic system of the power armor was still struggling to keep his body warm, but it failed. Its last bit of energy was about to disappear.
Although his genetically enhanced body is tougher than ordinary people, the cold will eventually engulf him and silence his two hearts.
It's just a matter of time.
For a moment, he wanted to howl and push away the embrace of steel - this is the instinct of a drowning person.
The last breath of air burns in the lungs, and the inevitable dark fate will make it finally stop beating.
He breathed as calmly as possible and suppressed his instinctive reaction.
In order to survive, you must make a choice.
"All systems restart."
The power armor obeyed the command, and pulses of electricity flowed throughout the body.
But as soon as it restarted, the piercing alarm started to sound.
The interactive nerves tingled on the spine, the endless sirens filled the ears, and the angry runes covered the display interface of the helmet.
He blinked a few times to silence the alarm.
The armor still has a few minutes of energy left before it becomes a tomb.
So he raised his right hand with difficulty and scraped off the melted ice chips on the helmet's eyepiece.
The light shone into his eyes, and the white light was very dazzling.
He found himself floating in a huge hall, with the sun shining to somewhere behind him. A layer of pink ice covered everything, and the glitter made it look like delicious icing on a sweet cake, a thin layer of ice.
Ice shards were floating around, maintaining the shape they were in when they were last formed.
He also saw Him, Sanguinius, their angelic ancestor.
In the vacuum, his eyes seemed to shed tears of blood.
He dared not look directly at Him again, because he had failed the blood of Sanguinius.
He remembered that this was the chapel of the battle barge Storm Lady.
But she fell.
Suddenly, something hit his shoulder, and then slowly came into his sight.
A frozen object, wider than a hand, did not float away immediately.
He stretched out his hand to push it away, but it suddenly turned around and looked at him like this - it was a pair of eyes that had lost all life.
The previous memories flashed back.
Angry bulls, broken hulls and wails of steel, their pride was gripped by fire, blood flowed and spread on the deck, and fragments of the ship's hull flew in the air.
An officer was shouting something, his eyes wide open and filled with fear.
He remembered the shaking of the deck beneath his feet and the scream of the void storm outside.
In panic, he suddenly retracted his hand from the severed head. This action also caused him to spin in the frozen ice shards, and even the hall was spinning in his eyes.
Suddenly, a burst of bright light appeared in the hall. He turned around and saw the source of the light through the torn hull - a bright white sun. He also saw a shining blue sphere dotted with faint starlight.
underneath, hanging in the darkness.
He remembers this place, this is the Barbuda Galaxy——
Dead battleships were scattered in the void, their hulls torn to pieces and chewed to pieces.
A large amount of armor was stripped away, exposing the cold metal heart, revealing the compartments and passages inside, and the mountain-like huge hull turned into tattered waste, like the wreckage of a dismantling plant.
Are all the brothers dead?
He thought about this dark possibility and felt that he had not felt this cold in hundreds of years.
warn--
Energy is exhausted.
warn--
Energy is exhausted.
"We failed."
He murmured to the silence.
In this prison built of dying armor, he seemed to have fallen into darkness, falling in mist and pain, alone in darkness and cold, and he would be the same in the future.
"Chapter Master? Chapter Master?"
Suddenly, a mechanical but peaceful voice sounded.
Then he felt a warm hand pushing him, and Saint Les in the hall was spreading his wings——
He opened his eyes and found himself sitting on the command throne, with the soldiers beside him looking at him worriedly.
"Chapter Commander, are you okay?"
The pale and thin man raised his armored hand, brushed his dazzling blond hair away from his sweaty forehead, and responded with a reluctant voice:
"I'm fine, don't worry...where are we?"
"We have just been brought to the Ferron system by unexplained subspace disturbances. The astropaths have received some information. There seems to be a war going on here."
"war?"
He was extremely tired when he said these two words.
"What war."
"An expedition against the aliens."
"Initiator?"
"The Ascetic Chapter and the Astral Knight Chapter."
"ascetic……"
The stalwart warrior in bright yellow armor thought about the name. After about a minute, some bad memories began to surface.
"It turned out to be these treacherous cowards."
The soldiers on the side obviously did not understand the history of the two battle groups, and when they heard the battle leader say this, they suddenly showed a surprised expression.
"treachery……"
But the man on the command throne interrupted his inquiry with a wave of his hand.
"Ignore them, but there is another chapter...the Astral Knights."
The man thought for a while, but was unable to recall any useful information except some fragments he had seen in the archives in the past.
"If I remember correctly, they are a sub-group of the Imperial Fists. How could they get involved with the Ascetics?"
"This is currently unknown. The two war groups are currently clearing the greenskins."
"It has nothing to do with us. Look for the empire's supply depot nearby."
The soldier hesitated for a moment, then whispered:
"There is another piece of news. The Astral Knights know that we are coming. Their astropaths sent a message, inviting us to meet at Gages, the empire's temporary fleet supply point."
The man rubbed his head, looking tired and melancholy.
"What do they want to do? What else do they want to take away from us? We have nothing left..."
His language was full of sadness, and he had to take a breath every time he said a word.
"The chapter leader of the Astral Knights Chapter is called Soshyan Alexey. He personally sent this invitation, and he also asked the astropath to add a sentence."
"What words."
"—He had no doubt of the loyalty and valor of the children of Sanguinius."