As the Lord of Divination spoke, he looked down at his auspicious display screen, which had four expanding and flashing screens, each of which detailed digital knowledge about the environment surrounding the spacecraft.
"At three-quarters speed, we are still 5 minutes and 38 seconds away from our target."
So far so good, Soshyan nodded to the left side of the bridge, where the defense stations were filled with uniformed officers and attendants, focusing only on their duties.
"Keep the scanning device running and don't miss any abnormal parameters."
He ordered, not forgetting the purpose of this trip - to kill any threat in the hulk.
"Okay, Master."
An officer responded. The man was an assistant to the Mechanicus. He also had a pair of multi-jointed arms attached to his backpack power pack. These devices worked on a separate console next to him using his own biological fingers.
Operating console.
Soshyan was still looking at the eyeball display.
"Getting us closer to our goal."
"My lord."
The Lord of Zhancha suddenly spoke.
"Detection shows that the target is very... huge."
"Please explain the definition of 'huge'."
"Augury reports that the mass of the target is likely to be close to that of the Unbound Soul, Master."
There was a moment of silence, during which there was almost no sound on the bridge.
The loudest sound was the communications officer's breathing, blaring from the speakers on his helmet.
"Don't hold back when you speak to me. I won't kill you for saying something annoying."
"Yes, sir."
Soshyan's next question was interrupted by the eyeball monitor, which focused his attention.
The screen clearly showed the ruined ship in the distance. It was not just a single warship, but actually two or three warships gathered together, as if they were fused together by the will of some capricious and crazy god.
together.
As the officer described, the opponent is indeed similar to the Unbound Soul.
At this time,
Another Astartes wearing a Terminator next to the command throne stepped forward, it was Captain Maximilian.
After standing still, Mark's helmet tilted towards the eyeball display.
"Chapter Commander...this thing is really big."
Soshyan nodded and did not look away - this was also the largest drifting hulk he had ever seen.
"I hope there aren't too many bad things in here, helmsman, bring us closer."
The helmsman responded softly.
"As you command, my lord."
Soshyan then said to the other Marks:
"Prepare for boarding operations and call in all Terminators."
After three years of development and rest, thanks to repairs and parts exchange, the Astral Knights now have 20 complete sets of Terminator armors, in addition to Soshyan's own set, and two full tactical squads, 16 of which are of the Unyielding type.
, 4 sets of iron cavalry type.
These Terminators are manned by senior veterans within the Chapter, belong to the most elite First Company, and exist most of the time as Soshyan's honor guard.
"yes."
Mark nodded, turned around and left with heavy steps.
When Soshyan sat on the metal throne again, he stared at the gradually enlarging eyeball display, and those twisted outlines and spires began to appear.
"This thing is a big problem."
As the Unbound Soul gets closer and closer to its target, it seems to be completely eclipsed in the shadow of the distant sun.
About ten minutes later, two pods exploded from the cabin in the belly of the spacecraft, twisting through space like drills until they hit the metal shell of the decaying hull of the abandoned city.
At the same time, on the bridge of the Unbound Soul, two signals pulsed back to the communication array, which was now controlled by the Chapter's fleet master, Fourth Captain Lothar.
The first voice in the communication was soft, accentuated by crackling sounds, while the second one was short and sharp.
"This is the first team, we're coming in."
"Team 2, arrive inside."
Then a third voice sounded, coming from Soshyan.
"All teams, gather in the designated hall."
The angels moved through the darkness, Loken following behind.
He still didn't understand why Soshyan asked him to follow them, but his duty was to obey rather than question.
Knowing that this trip was dangerous, he put on his strong bulletproof armor - although it was nothing compared to the fully sealed Astartes armor of the demigods, it could at least give him some psychological comfort.
.
Accompanying him, in addition to Soshyan, was a 10-man Terminator team.
After the aircraft came to a stop, he followed the armored giants down the ramp of the gunship and entered the darkness in the distance.
"Sir, I... have a question?"
Soshyan, who walked to the front, heard a voice enter his communicator.
To answer that question, he needs to manually switch channels and adjust a frequency dial built into the control panel on his left arm.
"Priest Loken, I promised that I will ensure your safety. Since Brother Rogers has gone to Mars, you are the only one in the war group who can analyze those ancient technologies, so I have to take you with me."
Perhaps hearing the seriousness in Soshyan's tone, Loken hesitated for a moment unconsciously. In just a few seconds, he had already fallen behind the Astartes, so he immediately jogged to keep up with their pace.
The darkness around him was eerie, and the only sound was that of the Space Marines walking.
Although useful, the light emitters mounted on the side of his helmet emitted a faint light no matter where he looked.
A dim amber light shot back and forth in front of him, illuminating the darkness, but the light was so thin and dim that it was almost useless.
The spotlight swept over the arched walls made of unpolished metal and the gantry-like floor decoration, and what came into view after a few minutes was a corpse.
Soshyan glanced at the corpse - human, male, frozen in the heatless darkness. He might have been dead for a week, or a hundred years. Time in the subspace is difficult to define.
All corruption and confusion cease when the container is closed and open to the void.
A layer of frost covered everything with a crystalline second skin, from the walls to the decks to the tortured faces of the dead.
"Everyone, please pay attention to your surroundings and fire at any time if there is any abnormal movement."
As they continue to move forward, they
I encountered three more corpses, each as frozen as the first, each pressed tightly against the tomb-like metal floor of the corridor.
Soshyan touched the cold-hardened wound closest to him with his fingertips, and the result was that the pink pieces of flesh were broken into powder like broken bones - these corpses may be older than he expected.
.
Loken walked around them, recording how each corpse was brutally cut open in one piece.
He had seen such wounds before, but only at a holographic creature exhibition. Although he was not a biological sage, he could still make the most basic judgments.