Chapter 126: Chasing Time

How long can six breaths last?

With the powerful lung function of the Astartes, it would take about fifty seconds.

Just when Augustine reached the corridor below in the sixth breath, the opportunity he was waiting for appeared:

The warhead guidance part of the virus bomb, the mechanical slaves made a mistake in the routine mechanical decryption procedure.

The huge engineering clamps fell to the ground due to incorrect operation. In addition to the two slaves who were crushed to death on the spot, there was also a technician whose upper body was exposed and groaning.

The eyes of the two Astartes warriors were attracted by the huge sound. The wailing and cries for help from the casualties made them laugh out loud with gloating.

"The opportunity is now!"

Augustine's hands tightly grasped the cold steel support under the corridor and pulled his body upward.

Under his terrifying power, the tall body leaped upward at a speed that violated the common sense of human gravity.

The reason for choosing this as a climbing fulcrum is that its material makes it have no elasticity, and there will be no low-frequency resonance sound that will be transmitted to the ears of the enemies above.

This is a rigid structure with a very rare proportion among the many brackets in the corridor, and it takes enough care to find it.

5 seconds, Augustine has reached the edge of the corridor, and the screams below have just reached a climax.

8 seconds, Augustine, who turned over, found the blind spot of the two Astartes and launched a silent charge.

14 seconds, Augustine, wearing only soft shell inner boots on his feet, crossed a distance of 180 meters and arrived near the two Astartes. At this time, his position was less than 20 meters away from them.

16 seconds, the malicious warriors who finally noticed the abnormality tried to turn around, but Augustine, who was already in a close position, did not give them any chance.

The single-molecule dagger pulled out from the waist of the first Astarte, the next moment, along the gap in the armor, stabbed into the neck of the second Astarte.

The other hand that was free did not forget to push the owner of the dagger, and the sudden force on the shoulder made his flexible turn into a funny stumble.

When pulling the dagger out of the victim's neck, Augustine did not forget to twist it, and the air that instantly rushed into the victim's lungs and heart made the victim die thoroughly enough.

And until this moment, the owner of the dagger that killed his comrade had just stabilized his body.

Augustine once again bullied forward, and his knee strike with a forward bend once again destroyed the opponent's balance. The hand holding the opponent's shoulder was as gentle as if he was caressing his bride.

But the other hand holding the dagger sent death into the opponent's heart with a silent cruelty.

Within 2 seconds of a rabbit's move, a one-sided murder was declared over.

Someone in the regiment once said that Augustine's combat style was very similar to those of the Raven Guards active in the 31K era.

Elegance and night have always been his favorite combat labels, as they were before and now.

More than once, someone said that his style was very different from that of the regiment, but he didn't want to change. He was proud of it and used it to mark the difference between him and other company champions.

20 seconds, just the cycle of two breaths, also in line with his usual level. Augustine, whose breathing calmed down, looked at the ignorant mortals below with satisfaction.

The night is still long, and he and them have plenty of time.

The battle of the Grey Knights is still going on. The two teams in the engine and weapon arrays, under the amplification of the group will, also show a completely different combat style.

Unlike Augustine's silence and elegance, the Holy Shield Terminator Power Armor equipped by all the Grey Knights illustrates another possibility of silence - when you are strong enough, silence can also be very violent.

Marching in silence, breaking the door in silence, deploying the formation in silence, and pouring firepower on the enemy in silence.

The malicious warriors felt that they were not facing a group of Astartes, and all the actions of the other side were carried out in silence.

There was no communication, no war cry, no order.

There were only the precise and ruthless Siren-type armor-piercing bombs shot in the face, and the Nemesis weapons that made ordinary power armor as useless as paper.

They can't fight in close combat. The power of these Grey Knights is not something that ordinary Astartes can resist under the amplification of the Terminator.

Their life-threatening attacks were easily resisted by the Terminator, and what they got in return was a ruthless and fatal blow from the opponent.

No matter how serious the injury is, as long as there is a slight wound, the psychic weapon can instantly destroy the victim's soul.

They can't fight in long distance. The parameters of their weapons are well known by the opponent. The handover and rotation of firepower barely lasted for two rounds, and then they broke under the opponent's fearless and deliberate suppression.

There is no chance of winning in the counter-attack. The ultra-high defense of the Terminator Armor makes the Grey Knights not afraid of the counter-attack.

The firepower of the double-mounted storm bolter is not something that their ordinary models can resist.

What's more, with precise coordination, these Grey Knights who rotate positions have not even overloaded the psychic shields on their shoulders.

The power of the Siren-type armor-piercing bomb is even more unbearable for the malicious warriors.

Except for the shoulder armor which could barely withstand two shots due to its double-layer mosaic structure, the rest of the armor would break at the first touch. The dead have already shown it all with the hideous wounds on their bodies.

This is a massacre, a long-planned massacre!

Except for deliberate attacks, who would use such expensive but single-purpose armor-piercing shells throughout a normal battle?

Except for deliberate planning, who else would know them so well, even taking into account the blind spot of the shoulder armor turning around.

For a moment, the malicious warriors thought they were facing the guards of the imperial guards hidden in the throne room.

Only they would train and prepare for war with the Astartes as the imaginary enemy for years.

The facts are not far off. From the blood relationship, it is hard to say who is closer to the Grey Knights they are facing.

The malicious warriors shouted this fact that has only been discovered now. The calls for help and roars in the channel came one after another, which made Yutas, who was rushing to the bridge, stunned.

"What's going on? Who is attacking me? Who am I resisting?"

From the boarding attack to the first gunshot, from the shooting to the charge and close combat. The collapse of the malicious warriors happened in just a dozen seconds.

The same was true for Yutas. From the first "enemy attack" from the veteran who warned on the porthole to the loss of contact with the bridge guard, the loss of the engine room, and the heavy casualties in the weapon array room, it was only within these ten seconds.

He didn't even have time to hear the "Grey Knight" that marked the other party's identity. These two words in Gothic only have three syllables. (Just treat Gothic as English. I'm too lazy to make up for GW. 2333)

This is certainly not to say that the combat effectiveness of the Malice Warriors, as a standard Astartes Holy Codex, is really so weak.

It can only be said that when an opponent who is equal to or stronger than you has the opportunity to deliberately attack you, the damage it brings is the pain you are never willing to bear.

In just less than 1 minute, on the data terminal of the Terminator Power Armor worn by Yutas, more than half of the Malice Warrior units scattered throughout the ship have fallen into a dull gray.

What this means, Yutas knows clearly.

His blood pressure rose rapidly as his two hearts pumped, and the corners of his eyes were cracked with anger for the casualties represented by these grays.

"What to do! What to do!"

His chest echoed deeply in the violent panting, and he needed to come up with a plan in the shortest time to save his company that was about to be killed and wounded!

In fact, the best plan was to escape. This had nothing to do with honor, but the best quality of a calm warrior and leader.

After all, when you are obviously trapped in the enemy's trap, when there is no mission requirement, how to stop the loss is the top priority for him as a company commander.

He could run to the flight deck now, any one would do. As long as he could find an assault boat, he would have a bright future and he would have a day to avenge this revenge.

But he couldn't, at least not here.

The strike on the ground of Fedman 4 that he led left him with no way to go in such a vast territory of the empire. (I really don't know whether Deathwatch accepts traitors. But he definitely doesn't want to go.)

As long as he dares to escape today, the Inquisition, which is eager to find a "scapegoat", will naturally label him a "traitor". Then the Inquisition will use all its strength to chase and resist him to the ends of the earth until his last breath.

He can be tyrannical, he can be mean; he can humiliate himself to the Inquisition, or die gloriously in battle.

But the only thing he can't accept is that the flag of the company he took over from his predecessors is marked as treason and then trampled under the feet of other compatriots.

"There must be a way, there must be a way..."

He strode forward aimlessly, and the details of the entire battle flowed rapidly in his mind.

"Inquisitor! Yes! It's him!"

The huge amount of adrenaline finally gave the soldier a glimmer of hope. He understood that the worst outcome of everything at the moment would only end with the judgment of him and the Inquisitor.

As long as the Inquisitor is still there, someone will keep the justice of this operation in order to shut him up and maintain the dignity of the Inquisition.

Under this, the reputation of his regiment will naturally be preserved.

He, Yutas, will most likely be secretly executed in an unknown corner, but the seeds of the company's survival are at least preserved.

And after this battle, the common fate of this company and the Inquisition has been tested.

Maybe the Inquisition will no longer fully trust them, but who cares?

At least, they are rebuilt under the leadership of the Inquisition after most of them were destroyed, and they can barely be regarded as half of their own people...

That's all I can think of. Time is running out for Yutas.

"Save him! Must save his life!"

Yutas, who has made up his mind, quickened his pace and rushed to the bridge, which was not far away.

Jutas, who had already anticipated his fate and was determined to die, ran with big strides while muttering:

"Eranti, you must live to see me!"

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