The victory came easily and without suspense, but everyone was very calm and did not cheer or celebrate, and everyone knew that the real battle was still to come.

"Commando 1 reports that the landing was successful, there were no casualties, and the hangar attached warehouse has been occupied." The non-commissioned officer in my squad shouted into the communicator.

Hey, how did you confirm the location? I thought I'd have to contact Sylvia to confirm.

"Commando 3 reported that the landing was successful, two people were killed, and it is now safe, and the location is unknown." It soon paid off.

"The 4th and 5th commandos, we landed in Hangar 1, got into a hard fight, and asked for reinforcements." Another return.

Almost eighty people have successfully boarded the ship, and it seems to be quite smooth. I asked, "Where's Commando 2?" ”

The reply was a mechanical voice, "Teleportation complete, contact lost." ”

In other words, they encountered the most dangerous encounter that could happen to the teleporter, and disappeared into the subspace, with no possibility of appearing in the real world again. When remembering the dead, we often say, "They are immortal and are with the emperor", but those who are devoured by the subspace, even their souls have become the prey of the creatures of the subspace.

I couldn't help but take off my hat and scratch my short head.

With a 4 out of 5 success rate, this is an extremely successful gang jump, and the reliability of the teleporter is good. It is said that paratroopers can even suffer losses of up to fifty to seventy percent during the airborne landing......

There was no time for a moment of silence for the deceased, so I took a closer look at the cabin in front of me. The room was large, indeed a warehouse or something, and in one corner of the room were stacked with mechanical parts, all I could recognize were a few cannons that were often equipped on vehicles. They are very powerful, but the firing principle is completely different from what we usually use with individual heavy weapons, and even if I have ammunition, I am not confident that I can fire them, so I ignore them. But something that looked like missiles and bombs was unceremoniously taken away.

"We've landed." I tuned the communicator to the internal channel of the heretical Redemption.

Soon Sylvia's voice rang out, "We've also captured the bridge and the logic engine room. I see your location. ”

So smooth? Shun lì is a little too weird, is it after a hard battle with heavy casualties or did not encounter the enemy's main force? If it's the latter, where will the enemy's main forces go?

Is the internal monitoring facility so perfect for such a large warship? I looked around, trying to find a hidden camera, but found nothing, only a vague wave of familiar psionic energy—as if Eddie was sensing the entire interior of the battleship.

"We're going to Hangar One for support." I gave orders to the crew, and then said to Sylvia, "Show me the way to Hangar No. 1." ”

"Hangar One? Those landing team members are not very dangerous, and besides, Ah Wei is already passing with her troops, and she is still relatively close. Let's go to Hangar No. 2, where a team of nuns is in dire need of reinforcements. Sylvia said.

It is a taboo for officers to change their orders at night, and it is also very demoralizing to give up teammates to save people they don't know. But as a senior officer, I am very comfortable with this kind of problem, "Change direction, let's go to Hangar No. 2 first, where there is a group of women waiting for the rescue of the warriors!" ”

Just the difference in the position of the accent when speaking can make a big difference. The morale of the crew behind me was high, and one by one they were carrying almost hundreds of kilograms on their backs, running faster than me. Only Ashwarya had a blue face and a puffing face.

Our defense force is either a common pure army of masters, or a relatively rare but indeed pure female legion, there seem to be only a few mixed male and female legions, which can be counted on one hand, and the navy in the world of ships is different, the spaceship is not only a place where they fight, but also a place where they live and live for almost a lifetime, so it is normal for there are zài women on the battleship. I've seen female crew members many times before. However, after all, the women on the ship are still a minority, far from forming a one-to-one ratio with men, not to mention that no matter where they are, foreign goods are always more popular.........

It's just that I don't know if the Silver Sacred Book is a martyr saint or a so-and-so rose. In the case of the martyrdom faction, the nuns basically have to serve the state religion for the rest of their lives, and they cannot retire and marry. The nuns of the Order of the Rose can retire, and many nuns participate in the battle just to mix up citizenship, and then retire and get married, and some can even marry retired officers of the Wehrmacht. In other words, the provision of a bride is also one of the great benefits of the state education to our defense forces, but unfortunately there are too few people who are eligible for this benefit.

Looking at the uneven combat effectiveness of the members of the Silver Sacred Scripture, it seems to be more like a certain Rose Order. Uh-huh......

Guided by Sylvia's route, lured and inspired by the lucrative spoils of war, the crew commandos around me displayed an unparalleled fighting passion. Carrying hundreds of kilograms of weapons and ammunition on their backs, their boots clattering the steel floor, like a group of giants running wildly, seeing that the enemy didn't even have time to deploy their weapons, they directly shot heavy explosive bolts or automatic cannons in their hands, swept all the enemies with a barrage of splashing water, and then trampled over their corpses and continued to move forward, leaving only a large series of bloody footprints of crimson. Along the way, hordes of heretics and sporadic demons appeared in front of us, but nothing could make any effective counterattack under the heavy firepower.

With this frenzied fighting spirit, the commandos no longer need me to charge in front, and I can follow them leisurely and slowly, but the mood is not at all leisurely. Although the battle is smooth, but for the time being, I haven't encountered the chaotic space marines, so it can't be regarded as a real hard battle. Compared to the previous battle, demons have appeared among the enemies, indicating that a large-scale sacrificial ritual is underway.

When Sylvia and I first tried to board the Redemption of Heresy on Thunderbolt, we were attacked by demons, a group of dreadnosaurs, flesh and blood of no specific shape, condensed from subspace energy, capable of firing extremely lethal Chaos Energy Projectiles. I remember that the demons were also in a hangar...... How many hangars can there be on a Luna-class cruiser?

Luckily, we haven't seen the Fear of Demon along the way this time, otherwise we would have lost a few people no matter how powerful the firepower is. Among these heretics was the banshee under the command of Sharis. This demon is extremely agile and able to dodge bullets in a dizzying array of motions that often require a lot of bullets and shells to take out one. Fortunately, the banshee's body is thin, with bare skin on the outside, and there is hardly any armor, and her survivability is far inferior to that of a strong bloodletter and several fears after splitting, as long as it can hit, a heavy explosive arrow bullet is enough to kill. Banshees have no ranged attack capabilities, only alienated bone blades on their wrists, but their threat lies not only in these blades, but in their evil ability to seduce the mind. If it weren't for the fact that I was constantly influencing the minds of the crew with more powerful psionic powers, and Priest Eurix was constantly reading the Imperial Sacred Codex, our battle would never have been so smooth.

It was only when we got to the door of Hangar Two that we ran into a little bit of trouble. The door to the hangar had been almost blocked by layers of corpses, some of the outside had been trampled into mud, and the inside had been scorched. As we cleared the small group of heretics to the door, we were about to step into the pile of corpses, and the nun, who had fallen into a frenzy in the battle, spewed flames at us, and if the crew had not slipped off the pile of corpses, they might have been burned. I tried to shout to them in the ship's communication channel, but all I heard was some furious war cries.

At this time, there is finally a place for one of my followers. I gestured to Ashwarya behind me.

She doesn't need my orders, and she knows what to do next. After the surrounding crew retreated to reveal an open space, the nun lowered her machine gun, opened her rocket pack and leaped into the hangar through the only gap above the pile of corpses.

After a few minutes, the chaotic roar in the communicator subsided, and a weak voice said, "Silver Sacred Sword Squad 7 reports that we are guarding Hangar No. 2. ”

Immediately after, the roar of the chariot's engine sounded, and the pile of corpses was moved a little by a huge force, and then collapsed with a bang. A white-painted rhinoceros chariot appeared in front of us, covered in flesh and blood.