Orton led this part of the soldiers to have some gains, embryo refrigerators.

Oldon, who was looking for something valuable, was not satisfied, and ordered several soldiers to pick valuable ore in the selection hold and transport it back to the troop carrier.

He also walked towards the manned area and the driving area with the remaining soldiers.

While passing through the isolation compartment of the outer hatch they entered, Orton noticed something unusual, where were the soldiers he ordered to guard?

He asked a few soldiers who had just been carrying ore and refrigerated containers, and they all replied that they had no idea.

This made Orton a little angry.

"You bunch of waste, you don't care about anything valuable when you see it."

He thought that the men must have noticed something unusual and went to the front of the ship, but Orton did not see them in the rear cargo area.

Do these people have a problem with their brains? If something happens or something is abnormal, won't it be said in the communication? I don't want to teach you a good lesson when I go back.

"You leave five people to guard here, report anything unusual quickly, attack immediately if there is danger, don't wait for my order, you must ensure that this place can be withdrawn when others are in danger." Odu's ominous feelings grew, and he didn't know why he was commanding that.

A soldier opened the airtight hatch leading to the manned area.

Orton led the people into it carefully, and the indicator in the helmet showed that the air inside was suitable, and there was no need to wear a helmet, which was more suitable than the slightly thin air in the cargo hold.

A soldier carefully concealed his helmet.

There was nothing out of the ordinary, but Orton glared at him fiercely, according to the Imperial Regulations, he had to keep wearing armor to reduce the danger, although it was not considered to be on the front line right now.

Walking through the long hexagonal passage, the soldiers' combat boots made a loud noise when they stepped on the hard floor due to the high density of the air.

At first, Orton didn't feel anything unusual, and looked at the manned area, where the cabin seemed to be clean and nothing special.

But where did all the crew go?

The ship's mechanical defense soldiers were all standing in cabinet-like alloy crates on the bulkheads, all closed and inactive, apparently not on the defensive.

Gradually, Orton realized that something was wrong, how could the soldiers he had sent to the front of the ship not have any news, could not hear any sound, neither footsteps nor communication.

He hurriedly called, but there was only a rustling background sound on the communicator, and there was no response.

It's impossible for fifty or sixty people to be in this state, right?

You must know that the soldiers of the Empire are extremely strong, especially Orton's squad is still a battle-hardened soldier on the front line, even if it encounters three or five times as many enemies.

Who else in the world could kill such a soldier silently?

Although Orton was in a hurry, he didn't dare to risk moving forward. He waved his hand to the soldiers behind him, and the soldiers dispersed, slowly moving forward against the bulkhead of the passage.

Passing through a manned cabin, Orton spotted the anomaly through the open hatch.

The scene was terrible, the ground was full of fresh minced meat, and there were large pieces of armor mounted by Imperial soldiers next to them, and the energy spear was broken into several pieces.

There is also a strange hole in the bulkhead, and the cut is extremely smooth, and if you don't look closely, you think it's designed this way.

His own soldiers did not report, did not attack, and were killed silently.

This made Orton a little crazy, these were all soldiers who followed him from birth to death.

He encountered this situation in several compartments one after another, although there were also a lot of wreckage in some cabins, but there were no armor fragments, obviously not soldiers of Orton's team, but the crew of this exploration ship.

Orton felt a chill in his back, he instinctively wanted to get out of here, but he was reluctant to bring these soldiers, maybe there were survivors.

There was no movement in the entire manned area, except for the forty soldiers that Orton was now carrying.

Through the helmet, Orton looked at the passage less than twenty meters ahead to the driver's area, and under the white light, a lot of cold sweat rarely broke out on Orton's face, which slowly stayed along his cheeks, and was quickly collected and discharged by the armor's life-sustaining system.

Orton roughly calculated that there were probably thirty or so soldiers searching here who had been attacked by the same thing in different chambers and had exploded into fragments.

Then there are more than a dozen soldiers left to enter the driving area.

Orton didn't want to enter the driving zone now, but if any soldiers survived, he, the captain, would be punished by military law if he didn't come to the rescue.

He gritted his teeth and crossed several closed cabins, and through the screen on the door lock, no one else had entered, and Orton skipped it directly.

Everyone came to the hatch to enter the cockpit and saw that the hatch had been unlocked, and it was supposed that there were soldiers in front of them who had entered it.

After a slight hesitation, Orton pressed the cockpit door switch, and the door opened automatically. Orton and the others didn't enter immediately, and soon the door slammed shut again.

With this effort, Orton glanced at the situation inside with his eyes from the side, and there was no one.

Outon pressed the door switch again, the door opened again, and he rushed in one dodge, followed by ten people, flashing to both sides of the door, and the cooperation for many years was very tacit.

Orton glanced around.

The pilot's area of this exploration ship is very large, which is in line with the luxury of a family business, and it is simply luxurious compared to the relatively compact wheelhouse of ordinary warships.

Due to the recovery of backup energy, the wide bridge has lit up, and a lot of data is flashing on the pop-up screen, which is not inferior to that of a battleship, and the professional detection data is more abundant.

But then he almost made the battle-hardened Orton vomit.

In front of the seat of the bridge, the small space was full of exploding minced meat, and the golden blood had not yet coagulated, forming a pool of blood on the sunken floor in front of the bridge.

Orton didn't dare to step forward to check on the thick layer of minced meat on the floor. If you want to go over and check, you have to step on the "body" of these brothers.

What the hell is this stuff for?

Oton's eyes became red, these soldiers were all brought out of the battlefield by themselves, they were all brothers, a few people also saved his life, he also saved a lot of people, they all fed and lived together for a few years, fifty or sixty people died here in such a while.

Although he was about to go crazy, his sanity still felt that he should let the soldiers behind him quickly return to the troop carrier and then back to the mothership, otherwise he didn't know what kind of demon god was killing on a large scale, and the rest of the people would not be able to save their lives.

Could it really be that the Demon God has descended?!

He quickly ordered the soldiers behind him to retreat out of the ship.

He himself carefully stepped on the minced meat on the ground and leaned towards the console, he wanted to see what it was that made so many of his brothers die in an unknown way, he suppressed the fear in his heart, and filled the energy of the energy spear in his hand to full capacity, the spear in his hand trembled slightly, just like Ou Don's mood at this time.

There was a small box on the console, the lid of which had been opened, and inside were neatly stacked three rows of eight fingernail blue crystals, which glowed in the reflection of the surrounding illumination.

ァ新ヤ~(8)~1~Chinese網ωωω.. còм

This is the source of the gods!

Only the larger position in the middle was empty. Looking at the size of its slot, the crystals originally placed here are at least the size of an eye, this is a set of divine sources.

He fastened the box and placed it in the storage compartment on the thigh side of his armor, which turned out to be the place where individual weapons were kept.

Hey, what is it?

Orton picked up a strange thing on the console, like a kind of bug, curled up, and seven or eight tentacles held a small thing, like a small piece of divine origin.

Is it by eating the creatures of the divine source, or what?

However, the bug in Orton's hand seemed to have lost its vitality and did not move.

This may be valuable, seeing the novelty, the wealthy Outon looked around again, and saw that there was no danger, so he put it in the storage compartment.

He searched along the console, and found two more on the ground not far away, although in the flesh and blood, when he picked them up, they didn't stick at all, and he quickly picked them up again and put them away.

Just as he was about to look elsewhere, he suddenly heard the sound of soldiers who had retreated into the hallway, as if accompanied by a cry of pain.

Ou Don suddenly woke up to see if there had been another accident.

Oton, who originally wanted to check the flight log of the exploration spacecraft, couldn't care about it, and took a few steps to pick up the spear and ran out of the pilot's area to the corridor to have a look.

But he forgot about the scrap of flesh and blood on the ground, and immediately slipped and fell to the ground.

Oton, who had fallen to the ground, saw a black arc of light wandering through the gap in the half-hidden hatch among the soldiers of his own squad that had retreated into the hallway.

Each time a soldier passed, the soldier was stunned for a moment, then exploded into shredded flesh and blood, and then the black arc ran towards the other soldiers who were already stunned.

The soldiers stood there as if they had been enchanted by a demon god, waiting to be harvested and shattered.

In just a few minutes, there was not a single soldier left of the nearly forty soldiers outside.

Orton felt like he was being targeted by the most vicious wizards. He was also so frightened that he didn't dare to move, so he just lay on the ground, mixed with the blood of his own soldiers.

The black arc light seemed to be unfinished, and it seemed to be dissatisfied, trembling lightly in mid-air.

Suddenly, it shot straight into the cockpit, and instead of coming through the crack in the hatch, it pierced through the hatch, leaving a palm-sized hole in the hatch that resembled a reptile.

As if it were a picky eater, and as if examining its prey, it circled around Orton. Plunging down into Orton's body was like burrowing into the dirt, and the sturdy armor was as if it didn't exist.

The pain ensued, and Orton felt like he was about to explode to the ground like his squad. I haven't married a wife yet, I haven't enjoyed everything in the world, so I just died, and I was unwilling.

As the pain intensified, he tilted his head and fainted.

The arc of light crawled along Orton's back like a worm, and the skin and flesh bloomed where it crawled, and even the fainted Orton let out a few painful moans from time to time, and finally stopped moving at his left wrist, turning into a black pattern of seven claws and lying on the back of Orton's wrist.

At some point, Orton woke up in severe pain again.

He felt like he was about to die, and the blood on his body didn't know if it was his own or that of the soldiers on the ground. The armor had already made a hole in its back, but fortunately the air here could support breathing.

He endured the burning stinging pain in his back and left arm and wanted to leave the place, but then he felt as if the ground was shaking, as if something was connected to him, growing larger in his consciousness.

He staggered out of the cockpit, holding on to the bulkhead of the corridor, and it took nearly half an hour to come to the isolation room of the outer hatch.

He only said, "Come back." And some fainted. If you want to talk about "Rise of the Void" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~