Danat Lysander gripped his weapon tightly, the soles of his metal boots making a slight noise on the flat ground, and they were cautiously moving forward in this very wrong ship.

In fact, for him and his Titan Demolition Terminator team, the application of the word caution in this scenario would have been almost equivalent to "you remember not to go to the front and face to connect the twin hot melt cannons".

So now he's really very cautious.

Luckily, the jumper torpedoes eventually loyally brought them into the ship - yes, although the tear-down hot melt at the front of the torpedo didn't really hit anything, they did get in, but the torpedo hit something unseen after passing through a layer of shield, and then stopped when the inertia was exhausted, and they immediately untied themselves from the jumper torpedo and stepped onto the ground here.

The residual heat in the tail vent of the torpedo was not extinguished, and the Titan Demolition Terminator team followed, each with the muzzle of their blaster or other gun raised vigilantly in all directions.

It's too quiet and tidy, and it's smellless.

This is the first impression of Lysander.

In the eyes of those who remained outside the Destiny Steel, this unusually strange silver-white moon-class barge, whose shell looked nothing special except for its sleek and beautiful, and which still appeared as "ordinary alloy, bronze and brass" in the ornith, "swallowed" the jumper torpedo that the company commander was riding on in an instant.

And when they found out that they were trying to pour more and more of the entire fleet's artillery fire directly onto the ship, which was on the verge of crumbling with the Void Shield, but that its last thin layer of shield was not overloaded anyway, everyone knew that something was starting to go wrong.

But all they can do now is to tightly surround the strange ship that is still cruising around the galaxy at cruising speed, at least until they find out where their company commander and elite Terminator team are going.

On the bridge of the Furious Storm, the technical officers led by Captain Philip Vian are desperately and desperately sending desperate and constant communication calls to the jumping gang led by Lessander.

And Lysander, they don't know anything about the situation outside at the moment.

The first company's elite Terminator squad was forming a loose formation through the massive hangar platform they had fallen into, a place that would be a great location if there was an ambush, but everything was dark and quiet, and the two battle brothers who had traveled through the left and right flanks had reported not finding anything, and the eerie peace and quiet of the place made the otherwise insignificant unease all the more apparent.

The reason why they haven't made any big moves for the time being is that the doors and passages here are not as narrow as those of ordinary ships, they are all wide and tall, as if they were originally intended to be used by Terminators or higher-sized beings, and the alarm has not been triggered, so the Terminators do not need to forcibly break a path.

"Our torpedo just went through, what is that?" One of the fighting brothers asked.

"It may seem like some kind of big camouflage stance, and even with the methods of those who betrayed, it is not good to say that our perception has been modified at the moment."

The company commander replied calmly, while holding the Fist of Dorne in his hand and turning on its energy field switch, the sacred relic weapon began to glow, "From this moment on, all need to be alert to anyone and any word that could be tainted by chaos. ”

The surrounding fighting brothers sent confirmation replies one after another.

"There are some extremely perverted, cruel and cunning villains in the Iron Warriors, and the worst we can do for the time being is to enter a ship without intelligence, and there must be a trap here," Lysander said, turning on his sensors.

"But the basic structure of the month-level construction is generally unchanged, turn on the scanning device of your power armor, the scanning range is set to eight hundred-no, one thousand feet, everyone is engaged in the construction of a three-dimensional map of the vicinity and updates the summary battle map at any time."

"The place where we just entered the hull was selected and should not be far from the swing passage to the engine room...... Damn it! What is it?! ”

In their helmet eyepiece display, the extremely complex, densely packed bright lines of the three-dimensional structure of the scanning image ship that begin to extend as the scan begins to emerge in the sensor's scanning range with a creepy complexity and grandeur, and these lines are interconnected and endless, with no boundaries in sight.

"How is this possible?! It's already at maximum power! It stands to reason that it has been able to scan the smallest hull boundary of the Moon-class cruiser! ”

"Did you see that?"

"Yes, Company Commander Lysander."

"This must be some kind of cognitive filter, and the Iron Warriors here are most likely related to the contamination of the Chaos Enemies who manipulate illusions and changes." The commander of the Imperial Fist showed a bloodthirsty, vengeful grim expression under his helmet that he didn't even know about.

There is only revenge.

Only.

"I have a hunch that there are probably some old acquaintances of ours here."

Each of the Fist of the Empire's modified ears heard something familiar to them, and it began to approach.

It was the slight clash of chains and power armor and the sound of terracotta steel boots stepping on the metal floor.

Right behind that wall!

Lysander roared, raising his fist of Dorne with a radiant force field, ready to take on anything that rushed at him - at this point he swept something moving out of the corner of his eye, the Space Marine's edge vision was extremely good, but he couldn't make out any outline of the thing that had just departed from the edge of his vision.

But nothing was still visible on his oribe, and the green interface shone calmly.

There were no points of light for enemies or very suspicious objects, no points of light for low threat, only his own alone-

Wait a minute!

When?!

The combat reflexes he had honed over hundreds of years of extraordinary service helped him, and the needle-like spikes that silently struck from a tricky corner sparked a dazzling spark on the side of the Fist of Dorne, dissolving the force field to defuse the offensive and expose the enemy's position.

The Presence in the shadows took a half-step towards him, letting the faint light fall on him, and the image of the bird divider turned a blinding crimson.

The massive, terrifying thing, the glittering skulls and fresh yellow-black striped livery on the armor that was closer to silver than the dull black steel gun color of the past, almost immediately reminded Lysander of the original meaning of these marks, made for violence and strife, not for boasting and display, just as the "people" inside were cold enough, cruel, hard, and practical.

Lysander knew at first glance what he was seeing, he was going to have a bitter battle next, his brothers were all away from him, his communications with the Furious Storm were still offline, and support might never arrive, but what Fist of the Empire did best was to hold on loyally and hold on to the end.

Despite wearing a helmet, Lysander managed to spit on the ground, a habit he had for a long time, and then clenched the Fist of Dorne with both hands, the roar of its power field sounding like a joy to be made today by the battle that was coming.

"Come, Iron Warrior or Demon."

Wail.

The second chapter has, in the yard.

(End of chapter)