Within a few minutes, although the sealed hatch was still deformed, there was no problem with lifting and lowering.

Beckoning the mechanical priests to stay outside to take care of the vehicle, Ah Da and I walked into the transition pod. In the process of repairs, I saw that the enemy had added another man, and although this kind of slow refueling tactic was meaningless, it was still a headache to increase the number to a certain extent if they were allowed to increase their troops.

As soon as the hatch behind him closed, the side in front of him began to rise eagerly, and the people inside must have been waiting for a long time. And a crack had just opened under the door, and the blasts and energy jets flew towards my feet with a screeching stream of air, but they were of no use to my psionic shield.

When the door was raised to the same height as mine, the two Chaos Space Marines, who had found that their shots were ineffective, dropped their guns and charged at me with their melee weapons drawn. The first one came out with his head bowed down, as if he had voluntarily put his head on my sword, and at the same time, the towering armor shoulders greatly limited the range of motion of his arms, so that he had longer arms and longer swords than mine, but he could not attack me in time, so I took this opportunity to swing the power sword and cut off half of the head of the first one. The second one didn't make the same mistake as his companion, he slipped out on his knees, maintaining a rigorous fighting stance, but unfortunately he didn't have a regular melee weapon, and only had an emergency combat knife in his hand, and before he could rush in front of me, I used a chainsaw in my other hand to cut off one of his forearms, and then Ah Da behind me turned half of his body into ashes with a plasma fireball.

After two rounds, we cleaned up our two opponents cleanly. By this time, the inner hatch was fully open, and the Chaos Space Marine, facing me, carried a solo rocket launcher on his shoulder.

At a distance of only ten paces, this powerful weapon was powerful enough to take out a tank with ease. But I just hung up my sword and stretched out a hand to him, and made a pinching motion, and the rocket in the bazooka couldn't be launched, no matter how much it spewed fire. I slowly clenched my fingers into a fist as the bazooka deformed little by little, and eventually the rocket inside exploded, blowing the shooter to pieces.

And the last one. He seems to have just teleported and still hasn't figured out the current situation. Seeing that his three companions had died tragically in an instant, he was at a loss as he stood there with the huge weapon in his hand that I didn't recognize. Before he could decide whether to charge to the death or to turn tactically, Ah Da impatiently walked past me and walked to the front, and eight weapons in his eight hands opened fire at the same time, instantly beating him half-crippled, and then rushed forward quickly, taking off the huge mechanical god scepter behind him and opening the power field to knock him to the ground with a single blow, and at the same time stretched out two tentacles to catch the enemy's weapon before it hit the ground.

"What is this?" I'm a little curious. I've seen quite a few Space Marine equipment, and this one is a bit odd. Judging by the thick cable and coolant pipes above, this should be an energy weapon similar to a laser cannon or plasma cannon, and judging by the enemy's dying movements, this is less like a shooting weapon and more like a melee - but who would use such a huge and bulky thing for combat?

"It's a laser cutter." Ah Da removed the weapon from the enemy's corpse and connected it to the interface of his body, turned on the power, and I saw a half-meter-long light coming out of it, different from the flickering and crackling power field, it was indeed a laser - but wasn't the light supposed to be emitted, how did they make the light condense into a ball? This strange mechanical sorcery......

"It's powerful enough to cut through the main armor of a battleship. However, with the energy furnace in my body, it is not enough to drive it to its maximum power. Ah Da continued, "I'll take this with us, it may be useful in the future." ”

He disconnected the cable and handed me the big guy in his hand. It weighed over a hundred kilograms, and I had to carry it with all my might, and I couldn't move it without a little psionic help, but that didn't stop me from storing it. And I finally realized that it wasn't a weapon, it was just a tool. If we had come in a little later, the enemy would have used it to cut open the sealed hatch and go out to find us themselves. Because it is a tool that is rarely used, it has not been polluted by the evil energy of the subspace, and it is still a very pure mechanical creation.

Next, Ah Da used his thick scepter, which had various types of wrenches, pliers, and drill bits on the top, to manipulate the corpses on the ground. He grabbed the head of a Chaos Space Marine's head with the wrench on his scepter, unscrewing it entirely.

"What did you find?" I asked. Ah Da is good at finding details that I can't see, and I'm sure he won't be out of boredom to rummage through corpses.

"It should be good news, the enemy is very weak, very weak." Ah Da raised the scepter in front of him, and used the service arm behind his back to pinch the part of the spine on his skull, crushing it little by little, "Random patchwork and unadjusted equipment are even a problem with air tightness." Recruits who have been transformed for less than ten years and have not yet grown into bones. Moreover, these mutineers simply did not have enough to eat regular military rations. ”

Listening to him say this, I also discovered the problem of the enemy's existence. Let's take the two enemies who just took a picture of me and then killed and wounded, although I am quite confident in my swordsmanship, but it is limited to the level of mortals, and I am not confident enough to be able to deal with two Star Marines at a time in close combat, let alone kill two opponents in seconds, the reasonable explanation is not that I have become stronger, but that the enemy is actually very weak, and the combat experience is even far below me.

Most of the production technology of the power armor of the Space Marines has been lost, and the existing ones are very ancient creations, and these powerful ancient relics have been continuously damaged and lost with the long battle, and most of them have been difficult to preserve in a complete set, so the current Space Marines have to piece together the power armor parts from different models to form a new set. Armor parts vary from age to generation, and they must be tightly adjusted to assemble them. The Space Marines' military rations are also completely different from mortal food, in order to promote the growth of their bones, their special military rations are doped with reinforced cermet powder. A full-fledged space marine, whose bones have turned into extremely hard substances, is not something that a mere mechanical service arm can hold.

The renegade Space Marines have lost their technical and material support from the Empire, and most of them have more or less problems with their equipment and physical elements, but they can often make up for these deficiencies with filthy energy from subspace. Their ** will become closer to the demons, thus becoming stronger, and their armor will merge with their flesh and blood, absorbing the energy of chaos and becoming stronger, and their weapons will be more lethal due to the power of blasphemy. The enemies we encountered at the beginning of this battle, whether they were the World Eaters, the Whisperers, or the Emperor's Sons, all of the old Fallen Ones possessed this horrific and contemptible mutation, making each of them incredibly powerful, and it would take me a lot of effort to kill a few. And very fortunately, the new Chaos Gang called the Scarlet Pirates, their good and bad are really uneven, and the mutation on their bodies is not obvious, the birds of prey that they used to fight with the nuns outside should already be considered veterans among them, and the ones I just killed are completely real rookies - this kind of goods can easily kill a few veterans of our defense forces.

The source of the Chaos Space Marines is either the loyal Star Marines who mutiny and the Fallen, or the Fallen produce it themselves. The former retains all the combat experience and skills of the time they were loyal, while the latter, even if the fallen Space Marines have a sufficient number of genetic seeds and perfect modification equipment, which most of the fallen do not have, still has a huge problem of the origin of their troops. Loyal space marines often have entire or even several colonized planets as bases, and can select only ten digits of true combat elite from millions or even hundreds of millions of people, these selected mortals are already extremely good warriors before they are transformed, have a high social status in their own society, and have proved themselves in the most cruel trials in terms of skill and courage far beyond ordinary people, these people can become the most powerful and noble warriors of the empire once the transformation is completed, put on armor and pick up the blaster gun, The most terrifying nightmare of the enemies of the empire. Mutineers, on the other hand, are less extravagant, given the ruthless and murderous nature of the Chaos cultists, even if an unfortunate planet falls into their hands, the mutineers often do nothing more than a large-scale blood sacrifice, or plunder as much as they can before the Empire's revenge comes, and it is completely impossible to carry out a long and meticulous conscription process. The objects of their transformation are often just their own pagan cannon fodder or even lower slaves. Perhaps the depraved faith can make them mad and fearless to death, but how can the faith of the lowly keep up with the noble loyalist! Even though psionics like me are under suspicion and surveillance in the Empire, I was the shaman of all the people in our tribe before I served the Empire.

Think about the Imperial Dawn, a mere battleship squeezed four warbands from the start-up warband, can only get the strength of two companies, and the new group of scarlet pirates who joined the battle, not to mention, can also put a full two companies of troops at one time, and I don't know how large the reserve is on my own ship, which once made me sigh that the mutineers are actually a generation of new people better than the old, and at this time I saw these rookies, I realized that they are also getting worse, one generation is not as good as the next.

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The plot is progressing more and more slowly. This chapter is another long spit. However, the big turning point is coming soon, and it should be in the next chapter...... Or within two or three chapters, so it's been a slow time to write.

Thank you to the readers who still insist on rewarding after I broke off for a long time, and by the way, I despise those who voted for the update. However, I finally got this ticket again today.

Let's get more tips.

Otherwise I'll waste my time on those pickle games.

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