The pagans marched slowly, and since they were not equipped with thrusters, they had to use their hands to slowly drift around the walls on either side of the passage. The Chaos Space Marines, on the other hand, are much more convenient, with magnetic attachment devices on their power armor that allow them to walk on the deck as usual, and their huge, heavy bodies thrash violently.

Psionic energy can only barely pinpoint the location of the enemy, and further closer attention is needed to know the details. Following the light of the soldiers and sentry mechs behind me, I could already see two demonic figures emerging from the hallway, a strange shade of pink......

Could it be that the followers of Sharis are the sons of the emperor?

That group of heretics just now is a believer in abusiveism, could it be that this Chaos Battleship still belongs to two forces? Under normal circumstances, they should have started killing each other a long time ago, right?

Then I saw the weapons in their hands again and recognized them. It was two sonic cannons, the exclusive weapon of the Noise Warriors, a terrifying heavy weapon that emitted high-frequency sound waves powerful enough to shatter the reinforced concrete fortress, flesh and blood like candlelight in the wind.

"Disperse!" I gave the order to the soldiers behind me as soon as possible, and at the same time I was glad that I was fortunate enough to disperse the queue and not be killed or wounded too many people in one shot. Even if I had the dual protection of psionic shield and carapace armor, I would be completely ineffective if I were hit head-on.

Everyone scattered to the sides, and at the same time, I saw the sonic cannon on the other side begin to charge......

…… But nothing was launched.

Well, this is a vacuum, sonic weapons are ineffective, the emperor forbids, the Chaos faction is wrong.

After a false alarm, the crew behind me immediately fought back with all their might, and the dense large-caliber single-headed bullets caused the two pink steel giants to retreat for a while, during which several plasma fireballs melted fist-sized scars on their armor, and then the individual heavy weapons equipped on the Sentinel Mechs also joined the counterattack, and the dense laser beams and assault gun bullets rained down the corridor.

Such dense and powerful firepower is enough to tear an entire infantry platoon apart in the narrow corridor, but those traitors who are more than two meters tall are not mortals after all, they are wearing power armor made of ancient mysterious technology, and the divine genes from the emperor still flow in their blood, but with the blessing and protection of their evil god masters, these giants are still standing in this rainstorm barrage, and can still start to fight back. They brought the muzzle of the gun to the ground.

The next moment, there was a violent tremor on the steel floor, like a ground-moving cannonball exploding around him. Sound waves that can make you faint travel along your body and into your mind, causing you to have a splitting headache. Everyone was blown away. Fortunately, the contact between people and the ground in a gravity-free environment is not close, otherwise the injury will be further aggravated. The stronger soldiers quickly turned on their jets and regained their balance in the air, except for those sentries that were magnetically attached to the floor and were the most injured and could not regain their movements for a long time.

In a daze, I realized that conventional firepower alone could no longer stand up to these super soldiers.

The storage area of the transport ship is a large space with no walls in between, and the reason why there are many twists and turns of corridors is because of the individual containers. The Chaos soldiers in front of them, who were rushing towards this side, were now sandwiched between two long rows of containers. Although the weight of the container exceeds my lifting limit, this is a gravity-free environment!

I gathered my mind, threw up my hands and let out my psionic energy, sweeping the containers, and everywhere I went, the bolts that were fixed to the floor were pulled up, and the steel cables shattered. Then, with my hands together, two rows of containers dozens of meters long slowly and unstoppably moved towards the middle, sandwiching those chaotic warriors in the middle.

Whenever this happens, I hate the negative effects of psionic perception. Even though my will had hardened over the course of a long career in war, the wails of those fragile souls as they were on the verge of dissipating still made me feel uncomfortable, like falling naked into a dung pit in the snow and ice. …,

Still, I had to listen carefully and distinguish every sound. I was surprised that the two Chaos Space Marines weren't dead! I didn't hear their oversized voices.

Before I could recover from the fatigue caused by the spell, the two nearest containers had begun to move slowly, parting, revealing the two hideous pink figures.

How is this possible? Normally on the ground battlefield, half of the wreckage of Riemannus Ruth I casually threw out was enough to smash three or five Chaos Space Marines, and the weight of this container was several times that of a tank, so they were undamaged under such a heavy pressure?

By the light of the rebalanced soldiers, I saw that the outer wall of the container in that position had been twisted and distorted, and that it had sunk into a deep depression.

Well, I can only admit that the technology and manufacturing capabilities of the imperial era are really powerful!

At this point, I was hovering in mid-air, and their sonic weapons were no longer a threat to me. They drew their sabers from their waists, and I took off my flame gun and fired a shot at them.

Muddy, viscous milky promethium fuel squirted out of the muzzle of the gun, staining their helmets and spreading across their pink armor.

Well I was wrong, I forgot that flame guns are equally inusable in a vacuum.

But my actions have been harsh to provoke these steel giants. They turned off the magnets in their boots and leaped forward at me with their sabers. I immediately gave up the flame gun and drew the power sword instead.

My swordsmanship is not outstanding, but in this gravity-free vacuum, the opponent does not have a jetpack, and I have the upper hand because I have psionic energy and can move at will. I moved to one side to avoid one man's assault path and passed the other. I dodged his attack, the power sword leaving a shallow scratch on his armor, and he then backhanded another sword, piercing the psionic shield and slashing at my carapace armor, though it wasn't strong enough to penetrate the carapace, but the impact still knocked me flying and falling to the corner of the container and the floor.

It was a fool's choice to fight the Space Marines, who were far superior to me in brute strength and combat skills.

The two noisy fighters rushed to the roof of the cabin, turned around and leaped back, and it was obvious that they also had a lot of combat experience in a gravity-free environment. But I've recovered from the fatigue of casting spells now, and I don't need to go head-to-head with them anymore.

The majestic subspace energy gathered in my hand and then extended into my arm. I raised my hand and grabbed it tightly, and the invisible spiritual power instantly wrapped and crushed a noise warrior, and the fine flesh and blood viscera mixed with the fragments of the armor suspended in the air to form a colorful flower.

Even the supposedly fearless super-soldier was momentarily stunned in the face of the horror of my true strength, which made me fully prepared to parry his attack calmly, and at the same time the other hand pulled out the chainsaw sword and counterattacked, the whirling sawtooth slicing into the relatively fragile elbow joint of his armor with a silent screech, cutting his right arm in half.

The battered Iron Giant continued to attack without stopping, and since he had lost all his weapons, he simply slammed into him with his heavy shoulder armor. If I were to be hit, my mortal flesh and blood would not be as protected by armor as he was, and I would never be able to escape the flesh and blood of my companions. Thankfully, the psionic shield got in the way a bit, and I was able to get out of it and watch him almost rub my helmet and crash into the container, knocking out a big crater.

Before he could pull himself out of the pit, I had raised my power sword again, stabbing with all my might where his helmet met met his breastplate and down to the hilt.