Chapter 37 Sacrifice

Gulte led the Space Marines of the Stinger Squad to grope their way into the interior of the transport ship.

When they reached a fork in the pipe, Gult took out a tactical tablet.

On the screen, several small green dots were constantly approaching the transport ship from all directions. These were the Extreme Warriors from other teams arriving.

As the first team to break into the transport ship, Gult remained cautious and patient.

The team was searching inside the transport ship in a tactical formation, and Gult raised his hand from time to time to confirm that the signal on the tactical panel was stable.

In particular, the signal for transmitting coordinates is stable.

Fortunately, according to the feedback from the cruiser, there was no problem with the transmission, and the Sothalan was ready to transmit the soldiers back to the battleship at any time.

Fu Qinghai was in the middle of the team. As the team moved forward, he felt something strange.

The Abominable Worm is a transport ship, which does not require as many servitors and crew members as a warship to operate.

But there are too few people here.

Unlike the temporary fortifications and lines built by the Word Bearers outside the battleship relying on the complex terrain, the Stinger Squad has not encountered any resistance inside the transport ship so far, and it seems that the enemy has deployed their defense forces outside the transport ship.

The entire surface defense circle turned into three hollow buns with thick skin and small fillings.

…

At this time, in another transport ship, in the main control room.

Different from the noisy gunfire outside, it was unusually quiet here. Klofa sat in his seat and thought quietly.

A Word Bearer warrior with blood all over his armor walked in, took off his helmet, knelt on one knee, and said:

"My lord, all the Ultramarines have breached our outer defenses."

"Very good, we can start the next plan." Klofa tapped the armrest of the chair with his fingers and said with satisfaction.

The Word Bearer, kneeling on the ground, hesitated and asked:

"My Lord... do we really have to sacrifice all those people?"

"Hmm?" Klofa's yellow eyes suddenly became sharp. "Are you questioning my decision, DeWitt?"

"No, no..." The Word Bearers warrior who was kneeling on one knee was a little panicked. He quickly denied it, quietly raised his head to take a look at Krofa's face, and said carefully:

"These people are the sacrifices required by Lord Erebus. If we sacrifice them here, I'm worried... I'm worried about Lord Erebus..."

DeWitt stopped talking.

"Humph." Klofa snorted coldly, "Do you think I don't know the purpose of these sacrifices?"

Klofa lowered his voice: "Listen, Devitt, I don't care what your previous relationship with Erebus was. I am the commander of this transport fleet."

"Yes, yes... sir." Dewitt lowered his head quickly and dared not look into Krofa's eyes.

"Yes, I know that these sacrifices are urgently needed on the Terra front. Now I ask you to use your rigid brain and think about it. If we don't use these sacrifices, how can we fight the Ultramarines with the pitiful forces we have and three transport ships without macro cannons, light spears and torpedoes? If the Ultramarines intercept them, or we are trapped on this damn planet with these three transport ships, for Master Erebus who is in the solar system... will it make any difference!?"

When he said the last sentence, Klofa almost shouted.

"No, there is no difference..." DeWitt lowered his head even lower.

Looking at the obedient Dewitt in front of him, Klofa snorted coldly, stood up, paced back and forth a few steps, and asked,

"Is the altar functioning normally?"

"The Tech-Priests of the Dark Mechanicus are watching. Everything is normal."

"Are the sacrifices ready?"

"I am ready, my lord."

"Hmm..." Klofa paced back and forth, stroking his chin and thinking, and made another decision:

"Bring the psychic who can block the teleportation spell to the main control room, and arrange the other psychics and mutants to the ambush points. Oh, and select the weaker and useless guys and sacrifice them as well."

"Yes, sir," DeWitt responded simply, stood up and took the order.

When Devitt walked out of the hatch of the main control room, Klofa's deep voice came from behind him:

"Remember, Devitt, no matter whether the solar system is the front line of the battle or not, for us, where the enemies of the Four Gods exist is the front line!"

…

Hiroshi Ryoshita stayed in a cabin with many reincarnations.

Traitors are the ones who are most likely to suspect others of betrayal. The traitor legions do not fully trust this group of psykers and mutants who come to them and claim to be believers of the Four Gods.

Although they were on the same transport ship, they were not allowed to move around freely.

The sounds of battle as the Extreme Marines broke into the transport ship could be heard faintly, and some of the weaker Reincarnators had begun to tremble in fear.

At this time, the cabin door opened, and the blood-stained Dewitt, accompanied by the pungent smell of gunpowder just returned from the battlefield, led several Word Bearers warriors into the cabin.

Two or three reincarnations quickly stood up and looked at DeWitt in a flattering manner, like dogs waiting for their master's orders.

DeWitt looked around through his cold goggles, and a voice came from the loudspeaker on his neck armor:

"You, you, and you, follow him to the ambush point."

DeWitt raised his hand and clicked on several reincarnations.

Among them was the woman in black carrying a stick-like object wrapped in cloth.

Several people stood up and followed a Word Bearers warrior out of the hatch.

"You, go to Lord Klofer's control room."

DeWitt pointed at Hiroshi Ryoshita.

Liaoxia Hong quickly stood up and followed a Word Bearer warrior out.

"The rest of you, follow me." After saying that, DeWitt turned and walked out of the cabin.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

The remaining few reincarnations looked at each other, hesitated and followed DeWitt out of the cabin.

Belensky, with his big brown-red beard, and the hunchbacked masked woman were among the remaining people.

Wherever the bearded Belensky went, he always held his long metal can tightly, and the hunchbacked woman followed him quietly.

Several Reincarnations followed DeWitt and walked in the dark corridor. The pale light above their heads flickered unclearly, and the tall figure of the Space Marine in front of them appeared and disappeared from time to time.

Walking and walking.

"No, Belensky, this is not right!" The hunchbacked masked woman suddenly grabbed the bearded middle-aged man and spoke in Polish in a low voice.

Belensky stopped and turned to ask:

"Huh? What's wrong? What's wrong?"

The hunchbacked masked woman slowly slowed down her pace, her vigilant eyes staring straight at the Word Bearers Space Marine leading the way, and said:

"I don't know, but my gut tells me this is wrong."

She turned her hunched head left and right, and a hissing sound came out of her mouth when she breathed in.

"The smell of blood is getting stronger. We are heading towards a place with a strong smell of blood." The hunchbacked woman whispered in Belensky's ear.

Belensky was stunned and for a moment he didn't know whether he should continue walking.

The hunchbacked masked woman looked around quickly, and before DeWitt turned around to check the situation, she grabbed Belensky's hand and dived into a broken hole in a nearby pipe.

Belensky was pulled by the hunchbacked woman and staggered, falling into the narrow pipe and lying on the wall.

The hunchbacked woman got on all fours strangely, running forward swiftly and agilely like an animal, not forgetting to turn around and shout:

"Get up, run, Belensky, run!"

The bearded man, who was originally an ordinary person, hurriedly got up, holding his long metal can in one hand, kneeling on the ground and crawling forward using his hands and feet.

When DeWitt turned around to check the situation behind him, he happened to see the hunchbacked woman pulling the bearded man into the broken hole in the pipe.

A Word Bearers Space Marine beside him also saw it, and he immediately drew his bolter and asked:

"Sir?"

DeWitt raised his hand to hold down the subordinate who was about to go over, and stood still, saying,

"Let them go. The sacrifice is more important. Don't waste time on these two people."

As mentioned before, the passages and pipes inside a spacecraft are extremely intricate. Many narrow places can only accommodate servitors and mortals who crawl on their stomachs. Space Marines are simply too small to enter.

Now some of the Extreme Marines have already fought their way into the transport ship. Instead of wasting time and manpower searching for two insignificant ordinary people, it is better to seize the time and do real work.

The subordinate nodded, and he retreated to the end of the team. Two of them, one in front and one behind, continued to move forward, flanking the reincarnations.

The sudden change made the remaining reincarnations look at each other in confusion. They didn't know why these two people suddenly wanted to run away, but they always felt that it would not be a good thing.

But with two fully-armed Astartes sandwiched between them from the front and back, the group had no choice but to continue moving forward in silence.

The bearded middle-aged scholar and the hunchbacked masked woman disappeared into the deep maze of pipes of the transport spacecraft.

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(End of this chapter)