The battlefield is a place where people can create miracles, as long as they have enough courage and a little luck, even rookies with no combat experience can create a more dazzling record than the heroes of the past. But in the field of mechanical sorcery, there is no such thing as a miracle, the only thing needed here is knowledge, and it is impossible to use courage, luck, or anything else to get a malfunctioning machine back into operation. In this field, the strictness of superiority and humility also goes far beyond the military. Therefore, when the opportunity arises to consult with a Master Foundry, the Storm Guardian technicians and mechanics are very interested, if not flattered.

Fortunately, the people of the wild wolf are not like the Mechanics Cult, whether good or bad, they are hidden, even in the face of a warband whose name has not been heard much, they are also very enthusiastic and cheerful to answer the questions of the two, and even sent a copy of the design drawings for the reference of the two, and very modestly said that it is just that the test equipment is not mature enough, and everyone needs to improve it together, so that it can be promoted among the interstellar marines to fully replace the original mechanical prosthetic Yunyun.

With Erdien, a veteran mechanical sergeant and designer, joining, even if he was not on the scene and only used Guò wireless communication to give guidance, Harvey could be regarded as having escaped the fate of being repaired indiscriminately, and his chances of recovery were greatly increased. Meanwhile, another Stormguard fighter with more than a dozen mechanical slaves had just finished overhauling the generators and transmission lines, and walked into the hangar to open the gates for the landing of the follow-up troops.

"What are you doing here? This place will be pumped into a vacuum for a while, and mortals will not be able to live. He squinted at me. There was a huge hangar, and there were only two of us left except for the silent group of mechanical slaves.

"I'm a psyker, and a vacuum is nothing to me. Among the enemies is a powerful fallen warlock, who can teleport enemies at any time to interfere with our landing, so I need to stay here to assist you. ”

He shrugged noncommittally, as if to say that you would thank the Emperor for not causing trouble.

He then ordered his slaves to check each other's protective suits for tightness and the reliability of their breathing apparatus before they could get ready to work.

"Wait a minute." I stopped him, "Are you going to open the door directly, let the Thunderhawk come in and land, refill the hangar with air, and then release the landing force?" ”

"That's right, what's wrong? This is the most conventional way to log in. ”

"As far as I know, there is a force field that can block the air, but it will not block the communication between soldiers and equipment. Sealing the hangar door with that thing allows Thunderhawk to drop soldiers in. ”

"If you know a lot, you should also know that this air barrier, or wind curtain, is a lost technology belonging to the Dark Ages, and is only available on some of the oldest ships. A new ship like this, which is no more than a thousand years old, simply cannot exist. He said without looking back, and continued to press the runes one by one on the mechanical rune control panel.

"I mean, there's exactly one spell in my possession that can do the same thing."

He stopped what he was doing and turned to me, his blue helmet window flickering. I knew he was suspicious. The vast majority of people in the empire are suspicious and repulsive about psionic powers, and this is normal.

However, he did not express his suspicions directly, but said, "Keep your witchcraft in case of accidents." ”

I knew it was the best he could do. Mechanical sorcery is always more reliable than mystical sorcery, although it seems to me that mechanical sorcery is actually more mysterious.

He whispered a prayer to bless the mechanical spirit, respectfully and reverently activating the last rune. The huge motor activated, and in the violent tremor and the tooth-aching sound of steel, the huge hangar door cracked one after another, leading to the cosmic space outside the ship, and then the friction sound was replaced by the sharp wind caused by the rapid loss of air, and the wind blew an unsteady mechanical slave worker off the ground, and disappeared into the deep and endless void outside.

The wind lasted for a short time, and the air inside the hangar had leaked out almost in the blink of an eye. The sealed door continued to open, and two massive Thunderhawk transport planes were already hovering there.

"Start guiding the landing." He ordered. I heard his voice through the headphones, and the vacuum had fallen completely silent.

His mechanical slaves immediately ran out to carry out the order, using flashing lights to guide the two iron-gray Thunderhawks painted with wolf head insignia into the hangar and land. The hangar is very large, but the Thunderhawk is also very large, and it is difficult to park two of them at the same time without carefully calculating the location. The slaves were familiar with the job, and in a few moments, the two Thunderhawks had landed, their fuselages almost close together.

The next step is to close the hangar door and fill it with air. The Storm Guardian soldier continued to manipulate the rune panel, causing the gate to begin to close, and at this moment, a mutation suddenly appeared!

An enemy has teleported!

The arrival of the enemy was expected by us. If they want to interfere with our landing operations, then now is undoubtedly the best opportunity. The scale of the enemy coming was not very unexpected, it was about thirty or forty pagan soldiers or improvised crews, and there was not a single Chaos Space Marine. A third of them didn't even have a chance to fire at all, and were tortured to death in a matter of seconds by this horrific vacuum - perhaps their only purpose was to offer sacrifices for future blood sacrifices.

The infidels, who were equipped with full spacesuits and were able to fight in a vacuum, didn't survive for long. The wolf soldiers on the two Thunderhawks fired first, and the eight heavy blast arrows swept by, and before the Storm Guardian and I could draw our swords, the heretics were all swept away into blood-red scum that was completely unrecognizable in their original shape, floating in the air in clusters.

Float? At this time, I realized that there was no gravity in the hangar at some point, I don't know if it was the failure of the artificial gravity generator, or the effect of psionic energy?

Moreover, it wasn't just a group of infidels who had been teleported. What I didn't expect was a Chaos Wizard!

Not the Chaos Space Marines wizard I had imagined, but a mortal psyker like me, who floated high in the air, almost touching the apex of the hangar, where the Thunderhawk was in the firepower, and he could attack any corner of the hangar with impunity. He was covered in a thick layer of dark red mist, not any protective force field I was familiar with, but - the most primitive and violent pure subspace energy. Although the subspace is the source of the power of a qiē psyker, the disordered primordial energy is difficult to manipulate, and must be converted into ordered energy—such as my force field, such as Avi's flames, and Eddie's spiritual power—before it can be used safely and conveniently. Directly touching the power of the origin of the subspace would seem to a trained psionic like me to be tantamount to self-defeating.

It was a wild psyker who had not received any professional psionic training at all, and relied entirely on his own exploration and summary to obtain psionic skills. I couldn't see his face clearly, but my instinct told me that he was too old to gather and manipulate such terrifying energy without being counterattacked, and that he was one of the most dangerous enemies I'd ever encountered—and even if I could get away with him, the uncontrollable energy around him would be enough to kill everyone present.

But since the Emperor has sent him to me, I am convinced that fate has predestined me to kill him, and that I will live intact.

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