12 shots, this number is the limit of the backpack, and after an additional infusion of a large amount of energy fuel, the high-power motor emitted, a violent sound, spreads the giant's wings with pure explosive force and almost scorching high temperature propulsion.

At the expense, the sturdy jetpack was dissolving, the thermal core engine compressed by countless iron and concentrating crystals being unconsciously propelled, powered, but nothing more.

So many sacrifices, what is it in exchange for now, is flying, flying, Master Chief is flying, the violent wind brushes his dark and shriveled skin, the pupils of his eyes have been turned white by various storms, his arms are shriveled, like charcoal, and there are thousands of holes, it is hard to imagine that this once heroic warrior is now as terrible as a demon.

He held the falcon sword, and now, the complex automatic sensors could not provide him with proper guidance, the roars of his brothers were gone, and even the feeling of the warband had become indifferent, to be precise, he could only feel the pressure of the cold and wind due to the destruction of his skin, and the only thing in front of him was the glittering psionic nightmare in the darkness.

At this moment, he himself can't tell what supports him to make a crazy choice, but he knows that it is not the emperor, but the feelings of trust, trusting in victory, hope, that is the heart of people in the era of dark technology, and he can't distinguish between good and bad feelings.

Those things are complex to drive their bodies to do those things, not faith or worship, but indeed for themselves, for the sake of the war group, for the sake of the brothers.

The Sun Lord's light can shelter the Destruction Eagle, and unlike the other Space Marines who wander the Maelstrom Turbulent Regions, Skady can allow them to fulfill their duties for the Empire and share the burden of recruiting from Spectre Peak.

His brother can thrive on this planet, and those recruits, veterans, become the new Imperial Angels under the protection of Lord Skadi, so he can give up all hope just for the elusive future.

Therefore, the hand holding the blade became tighter and tighter, and the flickering spiritual energy in front of him became stronger, but it still flickered and flickered, subspace, the supreme heaven, the nightmare that has haunted him since the birth of human history, is turning this poor man, the hateful man, into a bridge between the real universe and the chaotic realm.

The fierce hurricane caressed his body, the wind pressure, the load, the things that mortals couldn't endure were wreaking havoc on it, but his blades were sharper and more flashing, like the pitch-black psionic focus wielding his own weapons.

It was as fast as a projectile, and even a trace of blood moistened the Master Chief's body, and he flew like an arrow from the place called Despair.

He had cut something, but now he couldn't see clearly, only the warm liquid with the smell of blood, telling the giant of his success, and the psionic storm gradually subsided, and then with it, the extremely powerful and buried desire to survive.

Surviving, his emotions, body, and desires were roaring, the jetpack was burning, he needed to put it down, he was almost instinctive enough to press the release button of the backpack, the small mechanism that linked the hand armor ensured that countless Space Marines would fiddle with their flight privileges at will at the moment of need, but this time, this simple and efficient thing has been melted by the scorching steam of the backpack to a certain extent and is no longer sensitive.

"Damn, shit!" Master Chief began to increase his efforts, but he quickly abandoned his backpack and used his power directly on the metal wings that constantly carried him into the sky and burst immediately.

His only arm exerted all his strength, holding down the equipment on his hand armor to help him urgently disengage, and then pressed it hard, the metal beam was pulled straight and weak by him, and the cracking sound continued, and the master chief could clearly feel the wailing of the green tendons and squeaks of his joints all over his body.

It's just that now he is going all out, he has done it to death, and now he wants to live! To live! And the terrifying immense power of the Space Marines did as he wished, and in the choice between breaking bones and breaking out of the backpack, luck chose him again.

Click, the wail of mechanical metal, the weak link position of the composite ceramic steel armor loosened under the force, and the terrifying solidity of the elite imperial machinery almost became the grave of the space marine, and after the master chief felt his body light, the whole person broke off the backpack.

The heat-spewing metal wings continued to move forward until they were extremely high, bursting into bright red flowers like fireworks, and countless scattered pieces of metal.

The Master Chief was out of breath, he had no more strength, and those desires for survival had finally dissipated, and he let his huge body fall downward, and his journey seemed to end there.

At the same time, the Starwhisperers in the Fortress of Astral Language, who were threatened by the backlash of psionic energy, also survived, their robes disheveled by the sweep of psionic energy, and the nobility of the Holy Knot that once served as a prophet and the emperor's messenger was gone.

But they stayed where they were, their heads bowed, tears streaming from their blank eyes, and they mourned for a certain hero, because they knew that this death was caused by them, and the fall of the Master Chief was only a matter of time.

For those who use psionic energy to perceive the existence of the physical universe through the subspace, the time in the eyes of the Star Whisperers has become blurred, if normal people's time is a line, they are probably a picture, but many places that are hidden by the Chaos Gods make it a puzzle again.

Therefore, they do not deny the absoluteness of prophecy, but they also do not agree with the uniqueness, and there are many interpretations, but now the death of the Master Chief is actually a certainty in the eyes of those psykers.

The lack of psionic energy caused by the Great War and their own fatigue made it impossible for those powerful psionics to help Master Chief, and their own peculiarities made them see this happen early, and that kind of sadness is probably the most terrible thing in the world, that is, knowing that the sky is destined...

Countless people throughout history have proven that divination, prophecy, flight or obedience will bring them closer, so those who know the end early can only mourn for those who are still alive, ironic and sad.

But there is no shortage of stupid people in this world, a Thunderhawk gunboat streaked across the sky, the strange war engine that was almost a cube swept through like lightning, and the commander of the fourth company of the Destruction Eagle sat in it, letting the wind hit him in the face, and he also carefully looked at the situation of the war on the ground, and his body was now full of craters and traces of death, but compared to himself, he just asked fiercely. "Star Fortress arrived, and there is still a kilometer left! Specific coordinates, specific coordinates! ”

After the first part of the attack on the low-Earth orbit battery was over, and they set up a temporary base around the battery, the commander of the fourth company began to communicate with the troops of the Starlanguage Fortress through the baptism of fire.

It's just that after analyzing the information extremely quickly, those bad things urged him to come as fast as possible, and now the Thunderhawk gunboat, which can swim in the universe, was turned bright red by the friction of the air, and its speed has reached its limit.

The layered composite material composed of a layer of ablated ceramic steel on the outside of the titanium rolled plate successfully ensures that its powerful body can advance at a very fast speed inside the atmosphere.

At the moment, each RX-92-00 can be used as a powerful rocket booster, and the forward turbofan section of the engine can be isolated from the exhaust port and combustion chamber thanks to the fuel provided by the fusion engine reactor on the gunboat.

Today, the fuel produced by the reactor's roar is pumped into the combustion chamber, and after combustion, it produces a high-pressure, high-speed gas flow that cuts through the entire sky, like a blade, cutting through the gray haze after the rain.

The cooled tail air cut through the sky like a triangular cross-section, and the few remaining Space Marines and Imperial Guards stared at the sky.

"A Thunderhawk?! Do you support the non-commissioned officers? Wrapped in a gray cloth to dry his body, Captain Tesk drank an unscented vitamin supplement and shouted to the soldiers reporting to the medical area next to the command area.

The captain pushed through the bed and the wounded were crowded with painful wounded, and muttered over and over again.

"Good! Okay, good..."He began to appear excited, then quickly became happy, and finally a little lonely, because he was indeed happy with the rescue of the Space Marines, but soon found that as a mortal in the flesh, he was so close to those angels that he could not help.

Mortals, mortals in the flesh, although they are all the heirs and warriors of the emperor, but the real gap between them is well known, space soldiers are not mortals, and mortals are by no means space marines.

They used to be comrades-in-arms, but the captain couldn't save the men and women who died in the war, and he couldn't save the master chief who destroyed the eagle.

He suddenly picked up the medical alcohol, swallowed the stuff in a kettle, ignored the surprised gaze of the field priest next to him, smelled the unique and holy smell of the calming incense in the camp, and prayed to his god-emperor for victory and the return of his brother.

He shouted suddenly. "Space Marines are here! to save their war brothers, for the sake of the Emperor, for the sake of their brothers, and we can only stand idly by..."

"At least, let us pray, let us pray for the salvation of our hero..."

The helplessness of mortals is the reason why this world is dark and cruel, no matter how great and smart you are, as long as you are not good at psionic powers, or do not accept transformation, you will only live for a hundred years, your body is weak, your memory is short, and in the 10,000-year-long history of the empire, such sand cannot even make a splash.

At this moment, in the heavens, on the ground, the heroes and the wounded, their identities are like their physical differences, and when the battle is over, no one will remember the sacrifices of the 44th Heavy Infantry Regiment and the 154th Infantry Regiment, and no one will explicitly give up singing the praises of the Star Marines who defeated the heresy, but remember the Imperial Guard, which was stationed at a position of 100 men.

How cruel this universe is, as if the empire's thousands of billions of lives are destined to not make waves.

One kilometer, for a gunboat that can sail freely in deep space, is not far away, when the fourth company commander's eye indicator and intelligent locking quickly find the focused energy, it is a bright red explosion, which makes people subconsciously attention.

And the Master Chief who was falling was indeed found falling below, and in the midst of the devastation, the commander of the fourth company shouted with all his might with a grid, which could be masked by the engine and air flow.

No matter how much the Fourth Company shouted, they couldn't convey those voices, and without preparation, Thunderhawk would tear the Master Chief apart with great speed, and he had to position the Space Marine, sideways to maintain a position that would facilitate the rescue.

"Damn, Master Chief didn't wear a communicator, and we couldn't communicate over long distances, and there were still five hundred meters, which was a moment for the Thunderhawk gunboat!"

"No matter, pilot, first adjust your attitude, adjust the gravity equipment to low weight, and fly under the Master Chief to catch him!" The company commander's urgent command can be refuted by the driver.

"He didn't know we existed! According to the information, he is blind, and if he descends in a normal free-fall position, falls to the head or vital organs, and then bounces up due to low gravity, there is a high probability of falling again, like an elastic ball of flesh from a high iron plate. ”

"I need him to stand up and use his thighs to soften the impact and stay steady!"

The company commander scolded. "I know that, too, but now it's a miracle! Go below him! ”

The driver showed a distressed expression, but he still subconsciously started the engine and accelerated down beautifully to hundreds of meters below the free-falling Master Chief, but even so, his chance of death was still huge.

As the Star Whisperer believed, no matter how much you defended fate, they still saw the fate of the Master Chief die in battle, so this path is a given reality, unless the High Heaven makes a mistake, but this is not possible.

Now that the pathetic hero was still falling, the Master Chief was dark in front of his eyes, and in that illusion, he seemed to hear a prayer, his voice was bright, so that the idea of having given up on survival dissipated for a short time, and he listened in confusion, who was the emperor's believers praying for?

After a brief pause in his thoughts, he suddenly felt a bright silver light in front of his eyes, stinging, and then the shriveled and unusable lens began to blur again, what was directly below him?!

Wish! It's hope! He immediately adjusted his body posture and landed at the last moment, his footsteps falling steadily on the metal outer layer of the gunboat, and the company commander smiled at the characteristic sound.

"He survived!"

That's right, Master Chief survived, he stood tremblingly on top of the sunken iron sheet, even in low gravity, those complex alloys could hardly accept Superman falling from an altitude of 10,000 meters, his thigh was broken, his power armor was broken, but he just tried to use his confused and unreal eyes to find the focus of the silver light that had just flashed.

But soon a problem arose, the tail inflammation of the Thunderhawk gunboat was orange-red ... So where does that amazing silver light come from?

And what kind of praise was the prayer he heard? Those doubts flashed through the Master Chief's mind, but he quickly let go, because he knew that he had, humans had, and had a father who took good care of them, but he couldn't get out now, so he could only let Chaos abuse his children...

(End of chapter)