Chapter 41 Infection

The Bloody Worm transport ship.

A team of Extreme Warriors is struggling to break out.

As they hurried around the corner of a corridor.

An Extreme Warrior, his armor torn and covered in blood, leaned weakly against the bulkhead, then slowly slid down and fell to the floor.

His comrade grabbed his hand and shouted into the communication channel:

"Pharmacist, call the pharmacist, someone has collapsed here!"

However, the communication channel was still filled with noisy noise.

"No…" The Ultramarines lying on the ground grabbed his teammates and said weakly, "It's too late, sir. The transmission has been interrupted. You should leave quickly. It's too late."

His squad leader put the melta gun back into the weapon buckle on his waist and was about to pull up his comrade on the ground with both hands.

"No…" His teammate shook off his hand and said, "Don't worry about me. Go and meet up with Lord Vlahos. I… I still have this."

As he spoke, he took out a round armor-piercing grenade from his waist and held it in his palm.

His team leader looked at him deeply, gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "Okay."

Then he stood up and led the team into the passage.

After the team members left, the Extreme Warrior lying on the ground tore off his helmet and threw it aside, revealing a face covered in blood.

His eyelids drooped and he breathed weakly.

He switched the armor-piercing grenade to his left hand, then quietly hid his left hand behind his waist. With his right hand, he pulled out a bolt pistol from the side of his leg armor and aimed it at the entrance of the passage.

After a while, the waiting enemy did not arrive.

But a sneaky middle-aged man with a brown-red beard came out from a pipe nearby.

The wounded Ultramarines instantly pointed their bolters at him.

"Whoa whoa whoa... No, careful, careful, sir, don't shoot."

The bearded man who looked like a scholar quickly raised one hand, and in the other hand he was tightly holding a long gray metal can, which looked very funny.

"Who are you?" With the gun still pointed at the bearded middle-aged man, the Extreme Warrior looked at him coldly and asked.

"I am a civilian imprisoned on the spaceship by these demons. I am a civilian, respected sir, and I am here to rescue you."

Belensky bent over, raised one hand, slowly approached the injured Ultramarines, and spoke carefully.

As he spoke, he carefully raised his head to observe the expression of the Extreme Warrior.

"Save me?" The Ultramarines frowned, pointed their guns at the long metal can in Belensky's arms, and asked,

"What is that?"

"Oh, oh...this, you are asking about this, right? This is my unique medicine. This is what can save you." Belensky stammered.

A civilian appeared in a traitor space marine's transport ship, holding a strange jar and saying he wanted to save himself?

The space marine lying on the ground thought this was too weird, so weird that it was a bit insulting to his intelligence.

He raised the muzzle of his gun and said in a cold voice,

"Go away, retreat, I don't need you to save me."

Although the whole thing was weird, the Extreme Warriors did not shoot directly at civilians.

Belensky saw that his poor acting skills could not deceive the injured Ultramarines. He gritted his teeth, walked forward quickly, and said:

"Sir, please let me..."

"Bang!"

The bolt pistol opened fire.

Half of Belensky's body was knocked off in an instant.

"Ahhhhh..." Belensky, with only the upper half of his body left, screamed.

The moment he was hit, the long metal can in his hand fell out and landed right in front of the Extreme Warrior.

A drop of black viscous liquid from the mouth of the tank just splashed onto the cracked and bloody breastplate of the Ultramarines.

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

The Extreme Warrior ignored the bearded man who was slowly dying with only half of his body left. He lowered his head and looked at the drop of black liquid in surprise.

Then he saw that the drop of sticky black liquid seemed to have life and disappeared into his wound in an instant.

wrong!

By the time the Ultramarines realized this, it was too late.

His eyes rolled back, his body trembled twice, and then he tilted his head back and fainted.

The left hand that had just been raised holding the armor-piercing grenade also slowly fell down.

The gauntlet loosened and the ball grenade inside rolled out.

No explosion.

A short, hunchbacked woman wrapped in clothes walked out cautiously from the pipe.

She came to the body of the brown-red bearded scholar, reached out and slowly closed the man's wide eyes.

"Rest in peace, Belensky." A strange hissing voice whispered.

Then, she walked to the unconscious Ultramarines, gently stroked their bodies, and said to herself in a gentle tone:

"Come out, my children."

The unconscious Ultramarines' chest began to bulge strangely, and the bulge rose and fell slightly, as if it was breathing.

Seeing this, the hunchbacked woman was even happier. She smiled, gently stroked the bulge, put her mouth on the bulge, and whispered,

"What a rich hunting ground this is, my children. All the people here are food for you. I mean... all of them."

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(End of this chapter)