The heavy metal door was knocked open, and a giant with a strong smell of blood broke into Loken's temporary command post.
He entered the gate with a calm attitude, the black eyepiece reflected a fierceness, and the battle ax clenched in his right hand was dripping with blood from time to time. He was looking for a target.
Then, what appeared in front of him were two battle robots that had been prepared.
Da da da----!
Before he could react, the overwhelming rain of bullets enveloped him, and the hot metal hit his armor, knocking him unconscious and making him unable to stand still.
"Damn it!"
The World Eater let out an angry roar and steadied his steps. Although the bullets were still impacting him, they were not enough to penetrate his vital parts.
"I want [Yuyou Reading] to be torn into pieces——"
When he was stimulated by the Butcher's Nail and prepared to charge desperately, using the serrations on his battle ax to tear the damn Mechanic Cult into pieces, several high-heat cutting lasers swept from both sides and above the door.
.
The World Eater who was caught off guard was struck by the laser on his shoulders and legs, and fell to the ground - one of his arms and thighs were neatly cut off.
As he continued to struggle, two combat robots stepped forward and pressed their smoking muzzles against his chest and head.
"No--"
The next second, his roar was drowned in the roar of guns.
"call……"
Seeing that the big guy was only able to twitch on the ground, Loken took a deep breath and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
Fortunately, for personal safety reasons, he secretly deployed a large number of defensive weapons in his lair, which finally played a key role.
Fortunately, this guy was too arrogant. As if he stood outside the door and fired a shot, Loken felt that he would most likely have gone to see Omseniya by now.
"What's going on now?"
After dealing with the enemy in front of him, Loken hid for a while. After confirming that no other guy came to him, he finally got out from under the chair.
However, just when he was about to go up and take a look at the "dead" Space Marine, the guy suddenly stood up, covered in blood, and suddenly removed his arm from the technical priest.
"Hmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Loken immediately screamed like a bastard whose toes were stepped on, but before he could be caught, a heavy hammer struck like a meteor, slamming into the back of the bloody Chaos Space Marine's head.
The opponent stumbled and fell to the ground. Before he could get up, he was hit again.
Boom——!
This hammer directly smashed half of the opponent's head into the ground, and then the combat robot came up and fired frantically, almost breaking the opponent's body before stopping.
Loken raised his head blankly and saw a strong man wearing a silver-gray apron and a high hat on his head.
"Dead?"
The strong man rubbed his bald head and wiped away the blood splashed on it. There was a scar on his tough square face extending from the root of his ear to his chin. His thick neck looked unusually red and shiny under the light.
The thick arms look almost no different than a Space Marine.
Seeing his outfit, for some reason, Loken could only think of two words.
chef.
"Where is your kitchen? Or where the food is stored."
The strong man stared at Loken and asked in a very "honest" tone.
However, considering the heavy hammer in his hand that was still dripping with blood, Loken felt that he had no reason to refuse, so he pointed to the door and said:
"When you go out, turn right for 500 meters, see a staircase, go up, and turn left for 100 meters."
"Thanks, my name is Rozim Premki. I sneaked in secretly in a shuttle just to replenish some supplies. Don't let me know."
"Oh...oh oh!"
Seeing the other party swaying, Loken was still in a dream. It wasn't until the sound of the siren penetrated his eardrums that he recalled that he was in an invasion.
He quickly walked to the operating console and connected the mechanical appendage to the monitoring system of the orbital station.
The result surprised him. Just as he was entangled by that big guy, the traitors had already approached the star port.
They found a temporary maintenance channel, and Loken was able to control most of the area. However, because this area was not frequently used, it was not connected to the monitoring system of the orbital station.
Now, there are not many ways he can control it. Thousands of defense troops have been assembled at the star port, but it is still unknown whether they can be effective.
Loken responded pessimistically.
He is already considering whether to activate the self-destruction program of the orbital station. As the highest representative of the Mechanicum on the orbital station, he has this authority.
Once he does this, he will have tens of thousands of people buried with a few traitors. Of course he has a way to escape, but after he escapes, he will probably not be able to return to the planet.
After all, someone has to take the blame for such a huge loss.
Depending on the situation, that idiot Sora has most likely died, so who else is the best candidate to take the blame?
Loken was caught in a dilemma, and at this point he would have given anything for a squad of Skitarii or loyal Astartes, anything—
beep beep beep——
The communicator suddenly rang, and Loken was stunned for a moment before he realized that this was not a signal from the ground, but from the void.
Then he pressed the connect button.
"H-hello?"
"Hello, citizen of the Empire, I am Soshiyan, Chapter Master of the Astral Knights Chapter. We have received a distress signal."
Loken immediately grabbed the gear on his chest and kissed it hard.
Praise Omseniya!
"Yes, yes! I am Tech-Priest Loken of the Mag'Kande 2 Orbital Defense Station! It was me who sent the signal. We were attacked by a group of imperial traitors!"
"We have confirmed the identity of the attackers. How advanced are they now? How many are there?"
"Sir, there are 9 traitors in total, and I have already eliminated one of them. Their target is a sword-class frigate that has completed its overhaul, the Honor Saber. They have broken through the central control room and are heading to the star port."
"Understood, we will arrive directly at the star port. At that time, I hope you can cooperate with us to eliminate these traitors."
"The Star Port has assembled a portion of its defense forces and is at your disposal at any time, sir."
"Very good, I need a structural diagram of the star port, and I hope you can arrange for the defenders to make the following arrangements..."
"At your disposal, sir."
At this time, Loken suddenly remembered that the name of the Astral Knights Chapter sounded familiar.
"Sir, are you leading the fleet here to supply a batch of equipment and supplies?"
He finally remembered that his mentor had made a promise with the Astral Knights to provide the group with equipment supplies for two hundred years. The last batch was supposed to have departed long ago, but the other party requested not to ship the goods first.
Loken was still very surprised at the time, and the people on the ground kept asking for the goods to be shipped quickly to free up precious warehouse space, but since it was the Astartes' request, he agreed.
Unexpectedly, an unintentional act turned out to be the key to saving himself.
"Yes, are those supplies still safe?"
"It's very safe! I put them in the safest warehouse without any looting or damage."
"Thank you very much for your gesture, Padre Lorcan."
After knowing that the supplies were all safe, the originally harsh tone on the other side became softer.
"Our Thunder Eagle will arrive at the star port soon. If you arrange it this way..."