268, Lord of Death Mortarion: Shroud dances and fights, Rorschach stabs the White King! (3)
[The headless Death Guard corpse fell heavily to the ground, making a loud collision. 】
[You drove the Hades-type Terminator armor to kneel down and pick up the weapons and ammunition scattered by the corpses on the ground. 】
[You have two bolt guns hung on both sides of your waist, and one on the back of your power backpack. Even the ammunition storage device located under the backpack is filled with ammunition. ]
[You glanced at the three power scythes through the eyepiece of the metal helmet.]
[You dragged the handles of three huge scythes casually, turned around and moved a certain distance towards the inside of the passage. 】
[You barely hid the melee weapons of these Brother Astartes behind the half-length servitor.]
[You don’t expect these weapons and equipment to be preserved.]
[You are just adding some weak chances of winning and supplies to your next actions.]
[You drive the Hades Terminator Armor again towards the end of the passage.]
[You enter a spacious lower cabin deck, and countless ancient equipment belonging to the ship are making strange buzzing sounds in your sight. 】
[You plan to pass through here as soon as possible so that you can smoothly reach the elevator connecting the lower cabin and the middle cabin. 】
[At this moment, deep in the shadow of those ancient equipment, a ship repair servitor, which is stumbling back and forth with traces of modification all over its body, suddenly changes its direction of movement and walks towards you. 】
["Each combat team of the Death Guard has seven Astartes monks..."]
["However, you don't need to worry. There is only one team in the lower cabin. The remaining four Death Guards were led to other areas by a few repair servitors who deliberately caused trouble. If there are no accidents, they will be attacked by the sudden machinery.
The fault is 'discharged' outside the ship..."]
[This time, a very clear and coherent cold mechanical voice slowly came from the mechanically modified body of the repair servitor. 】
[You stared at the other person silently and did not act rashly. 】
[You just subconsciously clenched the melt pistol and the Butcher's Scythe in your palm.]
["Last question, who are you?"]
[Your deep voice was slowly transmitted through the metal helmet, echoing in the wide, silent corridor.]
["In the early days of my ignorance, the mechanical priests on the moon called me the 'Twilight Raider'. When I followed the Primarch to conquer countless heretical and alien planets, the Death Guard secretly called me 'The Glory of Barbarus'."
, and now, I am called 'the end' by Typhon, the Captain who was the first to betray the Primarch!"]
[This ship repair servitor slowly raised a metal head that had been mechanically modified to two thirds.]
[There seems to be no emotion in its cold mechanical voice.]
["Are you the carrier-based machine soul of the flagship "Terminus"? No, maybe it's more like hating intelligence." You moved your eyes and looked down at the other person and said. 】
["No matter what my essence is, it does not affect my loyalty to the original body..."]
["Nameless Death Shroud, I don't know what happened to make you repent, but Captain Typhon's malice and disrespect towards the Primarch are even unbearable for my huge metal body."]
["I will help you do what you should do, and you also need to help me do what I should do... First Captain Typhon must be destroyed!"]
[However, the machine spirit named Zhongyan did not answer your words seriously. 】
【It just bluntly tells you its purpose.】
[You thought for a moment and then readily agreed to the other party’s request. 】
[After all, you have no better choice right now.]
["Deal...my first target, the arsenal."]
[Hearing your answer, the ultimate machine spirit planned a route for you without hesitation.]
[You drive the Hades Terminator Armor and walk forward.]
[At the same time, you also obtained some information about the arsenal from the final machine soul. 】
[The Death Guard who have been stationed at the arsenal for a long time have a total of fourteen Astartes monks and two combat teams.]
[Although with the help of the final machine spirit, the communication there can be temporarily cut off and the attack alarm can be transmitted to the bridge position. ]
[But once the sound of fierce fighting continues for a long time, more Death Guards located in the middle cabin will quickly come to support.]
[And a nearly complete Death Guard company can have up to 70,000 people...]
[Even if you completely transform into the original body, you will still be overwhelmed by the endless bombs from the Astartes monks.]
[So far, the only support the Final Machine Soul can provide you is a large number of ship repair servitors. 】
[Now these people are gathered in the middle cabin, waiting for your arrival. 】
[You don’t seem to care about what the final machine soul is worried about.]
[You just kept silent and followed the final machine spirit into the elevator connecting the lower cabin and the middle cabin. 】
[Soon after, with the sound of countless mechanical valves turning in the elevator, you quickly arrived at the middle cabin. 】
[From the elevator door that gradually opened, you saw as many as a thousand ship repair servitors standing neatly in the wide corridor outside. 】
["Death Shroud, next is your mission. These ship repair servitors will be your human shields and cannon fodder... As for whether it will be successful or not, I can't guarantee it." The cold machine of the final machine soul
The voice echoes in your ears.]
[You turn your neck slightly and look down at the opponent's mechanical head through the eyepiece of the metal helmet.]
[You withdrew your gaze and drove the Hades Terminator Armor out of the elevator. 】
[A large number of cabin repair servitors quickly followed you around.]
[You led these mighty cannon fodder to the location of the arsenal.]
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! [As time goes by, the vanguard of the servitor team quickly arrived in the cabin space where the arsenal is located. 】
[A large number of repair servitors gathered and moved and immediately aroused the vigilance of the garrisoned combat team. 】
[After they discovered that they could not contact the bridge temporarily and could not send any alarms.]
[Without any hesitation, the Death Guards instantly waved the Barbarus heavy sword ‘Kukala’ and the huge power sickle in their hands, completely clearing away the threats in front of them. 】
[At this moment, with the Butcher's Scythe on your back, you lowered the metal body of the Hades-type Terminator armor as low as possible, slowly raised the melt pistol tightly in your palm, and aimed at the servants who were constantly shaking in the repair machine.
The tall figure in the gap between the groups.]
[The next second, the remaining ammunition in the melta pistol spurted out from the muzzle one after another. 】
[A stream of blazing hot melt quickly passed through the air, bombarding the Death Guards who had a silent and fierce fighting style.]
【You suddenly straightened your metal body.】
[You casually threw away the melta pistol that ran out of ammunition.]
[Your two palms quickly pulled two bolt guns from your waist, and then without hesitation, you poured out terrifying bolt firepower at the traitors ahead. 】
[In the blink of an eye, bombs that roared violently passed over the heads of countless repair servitors. 】
[It landed with great precision on the power armor of the Astartes monks. The fires of the successive explosions continued to explode and fly away a large number of broken pieces of ceramic metal. 】
[At this moment, the melted attack launched previously had caused tragic casualties to several Astartes monks. 】
[The roaring bombs from the opponent are constantly grazing your Hades-type Terminator armor, occasionally emitting the permeating sound of metal friction and the light of explosions.]
【But your whole body is like a towering metal mountain, standing still and motionless.】
[Wait until the bolt gun ammunition in your two palms is completely exhausted.]
[You did not choose to change the magazine, but threw it on the ground at your feet. 】
[You took a deep breath of the chemical air inside the helmet, which smelled very pungent.]
[You quickly pulled out the huge Butcher's Scythe from the back of your power backpack, stepped on the ground repeatedly with your magnetic boots, and launched an extremely ferocious melee charge towards the enemies in front.]