The Emperor’s Angel of Death

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He has been on standby in the void for more than a standard terra in since his infiltration operation was initiated, and the invaders began to move.

Passing through the outer hull of the Eternal Loyalty was difficult, a ship so large it was a sprawling city in space, home to thousands of souls, and the guardians wary of their homeland.

But fortunately, when performing ground bombing missions, the detection system of the battleship will be in a relatively weak state, and finally the single-person aircraft he drives finds a knuckle-shaped protrusion hanging under the main engine, which is a lot of The bulky iron clings like a tumor to the massive engine casing at the bottom of the Eternal Loyalty.

That's the probe's dead end, and the slightest weakening of the void shield's coverage—just enough for a void boat to slip into the shadows and break through.

But his ship didn't get to the interior of the Eternal Loyalty, which, despite having a lot of incredible technology, was only designed to send him close enough for the boarding procedure, and then retreat, eliminating his intrusion. The possibility of being checked by an unusually diligent servant.

A hundred meters in the empty void, a negligible distance, he was wearing power armor, and when he used his jetpack to pass through this interval, it was like a bolt fired from a bolt gun.

The steel-grey hull galloped toward him, and he slammed into the armor, crawled on it with magnetic claws, scanned the situation and crawls like a spider to the nearest access hatch.

Two door bombs are installed, followed by a brief retreat, followed by a silent explosion.

After a few seconds, he went in, crawled over the inner metal grid, grabbed the support rod, and drilled toward the seal.

He found an angle between the two supporting beams, complete darkness, surrounded by thick metal plating.

Thirty meters away from the point of penetration, it smelled of oil and bilge water, and the nearest inhabited deck above was at least a hundred meters away.

Here he waited, enduring the tremors of the orbital bombardment of the Eternal Loyalty.

More than once, an idea crossed his mind: The ship would be enough to shatter the planet, but then his mission would be short-lived and pointless.

Soon, the roar of the secondary engine speeding up told him that the flagship was changing course and heading for another location on the track.

He listened to the squeak of the starship's interior under steering pressure, waiting for the hour to run out.

During this period, he did three things.

First, he checked the special equipment carried by the armor: anti-scanning resonance generator, enhanced bird divination unit, noise-absorbing power mechanism, and the armor painting was consistent with the silver-gray of the astral knight. of a soldier.

This disguise cannot withstand rigorous scrutiny, but is sufficient to allow him to briefly operate in public only mortals.

Second, he loads a positioning readout into the meditator in his helmet, which charts the route to his destination.

Undoubtedly, the internal structure of the Eternal Loyalty is very different from the structure of his known ships, but the use of a similar template for the Vengeance class gave him some confidence.

Third, before the action, he activated the encrypted transmitter fixed under the power pack and checked that the encrypted data burst could pass through the Eternal Loyalty's void shield to get where it was supposed to go.

It cannot be detected by anything other than its corresponding receiving array, even if it is intercepted, the encryption is designed to mimic the false output of a malfunctioning bird node, and a conventional warship may have dozens of these node.

The hour was over on the timer, and he took a moment to concentrate.

Now he's buried in the steel guts of an incomparably gigantic starship, and the warriors around him will kill him if they find him—alone, light and alone.

It was a dangerous mission by any standard, even by the standards of his past Legion.

But the war situation was such, and in any case, he could not be discouraged.

So when the scheduled moment came, he quietly slipped into the shadow of what he was born to do.

The intruder makes its way up from the penetration point, crept and crawls smoothly.

The route he chose was safe, so for just over an hour he was unobstructed between decks.

Eventually, he found a damaged, dimly lit corridor and entered the open space, with many dirty lighting orbs scattered across the lower area of ​​the starship, illuminating his path.

No one paid attention to him, the crew were busy, and in any case, the crew rarely looked up at an Astarte, and even if they did, they wouldn't notice anything bothering them.

He was breathing the air in the cabin, and he had to say that the smell of this deck was unpleasant - a mixture of ash and motor oil, thick like smoke.

After that, he moved on, the interior of the ship was like a labyrinth, the corridors would fold back regularly, most of the decks seemed to be built in concentric circles, and the various rooms were distributed along the central spokes.

As he goes deeper, he gradually understands the overall shape of this layout.

Soon, one of the two targets has entered the bird's divination range.

He began to accelerate, following the path to the communication station, the target on the bird's screen getting closer with each step he took.

Coming.

Dozens of communication stations are distributed in the vast interior of the Eternal Loyalty, each of which is a node on the overall network~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is distributed everywhere like ganglia in the human body, and finally converges to the center of the command bridge. , where every signal and data is processed.

At the apex of the entire system is the battleship's Astral Whisperer's Spire, which is crowded with blind warp wanderers, protected here by layers of sensitive security systems in concentric circles.

Breaking in there is almost impossible, not enough and not necessary, because intruders are enough to find what they want at low-level sites.

He leaned against the wall and slowly walked down the steel corridor ahead.

Finally, five meters away from him, there were two security gates, which were tightly sealed.

Although there was nothing in front of him, he could already hear the rhythmic sound of boots coming from below.

He trotted forward gently, the wall in front was lead-lined and equipped with low-level sensor baffles, but he could still pick up a vague signal from the other side.

He estimated there were six people inside, none of them Space Marines, but all armed.

Then, he took out a wide-angle cortical isolator from his thigh, which is a nerve blocker that can cause a coma within a range of ten meters in diameter - the bolt gun is too loud for this kind of work, so it has been In the holster.

He walked slowly to the door, made sure he wasn't being followed, and entered a code on the lock mechanism.

He had many combinations to try, most from the mid-level officer he knocked out six decks down, others from the listening devices he had placed next to the unguarded communications station.

The first code failed, as did the second, but the third displayed a green passage rune, and the gate's latching structure snapped open.

The heavy door slid open, and he swaggered in, like a true astral knight.

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