Even if their necks are pierced, the Chaos Space Marines still have the strength to make a final struggle. He pulled himself out with both hands on the outer wall of the container, and turned to grab at me, not caring that the action would cause the blade stuck in his neck to slice off his head.

Some irrational urge made me allow him to live a few more seconds. I let go of the hilt of my sword, and the regathered psionic energy condensed into a giant hand that pressed him to the container, sending a beam of psionic messages into his mind: "Repent, traitor! ”

Then I probed his thoughts: "Glorify my Lord Fergrim!" Puppet Emperor ......"

Before he could say his last words, I preemptively cut off his head with a chainsaw. Listening to him say too much, I myself would be in danger of falling.

Unlike Sylvia's lucky victory, my hard-fought battle table not only failed to boost the morale of the soldiers behind me, but further lowered the morale of the soldiers behind me. The supernatural powers of the non-humans frightened them one by one, and all of them were reluctant to come near me.

Over the years, I've become familiar with the look at monsters.

With a wave of my hand, I pulled out the snorkel in my mouth and aimed it at the corpse, turned the gas valve of the compressed gas cylinder to the maximum, and sprayed a jet of air at the corpse, and then with a flick of my finger, a cluster of flames burned on the corpse, igniting the promethium fuel that adhered to it, and in an instant the entire steel-covered body turned into a blazing fireball.

In a matter of seconds, the flames had turned the massive body of the modified supersoldier into ashes, and the ancient armor made of plastic steel and ceramic had not done much damage except for some blackening. Seeing that the crew was already far away, and no one could see me in sight, I secretly stuffed the armor, along with two sabers and two sonic cannons, into my psionic space.

The psionic space is my personal secret storage room, and the origin of this spell has long been buried in the deepest recesses of my memory. The capacity of the space has been increasing as my strength has increased, and it is stacked with weapons and equipment that I have picked up in battles over the years. Most of them came from my fallen comrades, and a few were trophies taken from traitors and aliens. After so many years of accumulation, this space has become a secret of my life and death, even those imperial equipment that have not been handed in are worth more than me, a psyker, and those chaos and alien things who dare to hide them privately cannot escape the most severe sanctions.

In my fifteen years of war, the armaments I have accumulated are enough to equip a company with the standard weapons of the Empire alone, but I only dare to sneak out one or two pieces to use each time, and the weapons and alien weapons that have been contaminated by chaos do not dare to show them at all. Unless, when I have no one around me to witness it, I dare to cast all the weapons in my vault at once, and I am capable enough to fully control them by myself. Only then will I be able to truly exert the combat effectiveness of the half regiment that I claim to be.

Unfortunately, my status means that I will never have access to a number of weapons, and even Seiko grade products are extremely rare in my collection, and Master Class is an unattainable dream. After all, every time I clean the battlefield, I have to be sneaky, but I can't always be the only one left in every battle, and the slightly more valuable things are collected by someone.

Today's loot is a great satisfaction of my desire to collect. This power armor from the Imperial Age 10,000 years ago is undoubtedly an out-and-out Seiko or higher product, although the saber is not a power weapon, but it can be used by space marines, how bad will it be? It's these two sonic cannons, although they are products after the rebellion of the Space Marines, they can't see the level, but they are rare. …,

But these can probably only be collectibles, and I will never have a chance to use them.

Seeing that the place was cleared and that there were no enemy soldiers around, I went out in pursuit of Sylvia. The twisting corridors are complicated, but not difficult to track, with strangely shaped corpses suspended in the air signposted along the way, and the occasional wounded crew member who has withdrawn.

In just two minutes, I caught up with Sylvia and her team. Fortunately, the attrition is not strict. After all, the Chaos Space Marines who teleported here were still a minority, and the infidel cannon fodder was crushed at the touch of a blow in front of the crew who were familiar with the terrain and had the advantage of manpower and firepower.

"Didn't you say time was urgent? Why are you still going around in circles? I asked.

Silvia, bewildered by my sudden outburst, pointed to the front and said, "It's coming soon." ”

"But I remember that our destination is on the other side of this wall, isn't it? Why take a long detour? I ordered the mechanical priest who was with me, "Come here, cut this wall." ”

The two mechanical priests, whose bodies had been replaced with mechanical parts, looked at each other for a moment, and then looked at each other for the captain's opinion. A communicator interjected, "We can't just damage anything on board. ”

Where is there room for you to interject in our discussions? I let go of my anger a little, and the talkative non-commissioned officer fell into the corner with his neck clutched.

Wrong! I was alert when I was done. Although killing the two Noise Warriors didn't consume much psionic energy, any use of psionic energy was extracting energy from the subspace, and that energy full of negativity unconsciously polluted my mind and made me irritable. As soon as I became alert, I calmed down by reciting the emperor's quotations, and of course, out of the dignity of an officer, the apology was forgiven.

The small release of psionic energy further deepened the morale of the team, and Sylvia looked at me with a bit of hostility. I now know that all of them think like the non-commissioned officer.

Could it be that this is the difference between the thinking of the army and the thinking of the navy? I will do whatever it takes to get the better of them, and they will not let go of their possessions.

I didn't have time to explain anything, so I directly raised the power sword and pierced the symbolic iron wall next to it, and then dragged it to make a long incision, and finally made a hole large enough for people to pass through.

"If I'm not mistaken, that's the A1 area where the bulk cargo is stored. Hurry up. There will be enemies coming from the other side, and I'm here to stop them. ”

At this moment, I fully exerted the majesty and determination of a lieutenant colonel, and the merciless order left the major with no room for refutation. So she snorted and waved her hand and led her people through.

I moved my wrist a bit, it was still a bit of a struggle to make a hole in such a thick wall with a normal power sword, and I should have found an excuse to get her master power sword earlier.

Then I turned to the other side, and in the darkness, another group of infidels, faltering in the absence of gravity, were moving towards me.

It came just in time, and I just had no place to vent my murderous intent.