Chapter 704 Ark Overview

++ Overall integrity of the Golden Ark: 86%.

Core integrity: 0.03%

God-ascending progress: 154%++

Oedelmayer was stunned for a moment. She had participated in the initial battles to attack the Golden Ark. Although she had not seen what the core area looked like, she also had a deep memory of the exaggerated size of the Golden Ark.

Oedelmayer quickly analyzed the information she had obtained and determined that the Golden Ark they attacked that year was not the main body of the Ark, but only the core of the Ark.

The progress of ascension refers to the God Emperor in the subspace, which is in an intermediate state where it can be upgraded but is not necessary.

So what is the overall of the Ark? What does the overall mean? Oedelmayer pondered and did not find a reliable answer from the broken information in front of him.

Let Rebecca fill the vacancy of unit 0, and Oedelmayer will spend the next time in the Octagonal Fortress.

Remove all the useless facilities and then lay reliable factories and residential areas.

How many people are needed to maintain and operate such a large fortress? Odemayer took out the data board from his pocket and found that there was very little available labor.

Everything was missing.

Odemayer shook his head and joined Delia in the complicated and busy work.

The newly formed fleet moved towards Ultramar, and they and the separated support fleet cleared the swarm of insects on the road together.

Sergeant Mal pushed away the signalman who was pressing on him. His hands were covered with blood. Looking at the signalman's broken chest, he knew that he had lost another comrade.

Taking off the heavy communication equipment on the signalman's back, Mal recalled the teachings of the communication manual and tried to call the main force.

The rustling sound of the communication mixed with the sound of leaves and branches shaking, and Mal shook his head in despair.

He will be the next corpse in the forest.

Or worse, there will be no corpse left.

This planet is in the flames of war. In addition, there are more planets invaded by aliens and monsters.

The greenskin drove the black smoking battle meteorite to smash on the planet, and with them came the disgusting insects.

Now these brutal war machines are wreaking havoc on the entire planet. As a non-commissioned officer, Mal can hear more bad news from his superiors' tone.

In the city behind the barrier, there are also many pagans ready to move.

Enemies are everywhere. The reason why Mal's legion crossed the forest was to support another small town besieged by orcs. Now their legion was torn apart and panicked by the orc special forces and assassin bugs active in the dense forest.

In Mal's memory, this star zone has never been so chaotic. After all, this is the area defended by the Ultramarines. Their ships will patrol the star zone to eliminate dangerous aliens and heretics.

They haven't received support for so long. Could it be that the powerful Ultramarines can't take care of themselves?

Mal didn't dare to think about it. He knew that the more he thought about it, the harder it would be to survive on the battlefield.

Holding the laser gun tightly, the rough appearance of the gun and the double-headed eagle decoration made Mal calm down a lot.

"Is anyone still alive?" Mal shouted in a low voice. He didn't know if it would work.

Mal saw an outstretched arm, and he approached carefully and found a living person under the piled-up corpses.

"Thank you, sir." Tom greedily breathed in the relatively fresh air.

This was a soldier who was temporarily recruited, very young, and his uniform was not matched, loose like a cloth bag.

The helmet was also a little too big, and Tom had to hold the helmet with his hand from time to time to prevent it from falling off.

"Take this helmet, kid." Mal said, he picked up a helmet of a smaller size on the ground, cleaned the bloody fragments inside with a knife, and handed it to the nervous Tom.

"It seems that you are the only lucky kid left here, stand up, let's go find the big army. Staying here will attract bugs sooner or later."

"Yes, sir." Tom's movement holding the gun was very stiff. If there was really an enemy in front of him, the young boy would definitely be stunned for a few seconds before remembering to fire.

The two people advanced in the dense forest, and Mal was walking completely on instinct.

The sound of the Sentinel's mechanical feet on the ground made Mal's heart beat faster.

Moving towards the sound, Mal saw a reconnaissance squad stationed there.

Two Sentinels equipped with circular saws, flamethrowers, and logging heavy machine guns were on guard one after the other, and the rest of the soldiers hid behind the temporary shelters made of tree trunks.

The ground was full of insect corpses, and purple-red blood covered the entire earth.

Mal slowed down his pace, trying not to stimulate the tense nerves of the reconnaissance squad as much as possible.

Accidental injuries are too common on the battlefield. If the driver of the Sentinel mecha shakes his hand, he and Tom will go to the Golden Throne to meet the Emperor.

The Sentinel mecha's logging machine gun was aimed at the slowly moving Mal and Tom.

"Stop! Or I'll open fire!"

The tension of the Sentinel mecha was beyond Mal's imagination. He raised his hand to let Tom stop and shouted to the reconnaissance squad in the distance.

"We are soldiers of the 613th Regiment! I am a non-commissioned officer of the 1355th squad! My officer number is: S # ZMK!"

Such detailed information undoubtedly made the Sentinel mecha less vigilant, but he still aimed at the two people, his finger floating on the trigger. With just a light press, the metal rain of bullets from the logging machine gun would tear apart the bodies of Mal and Tom.

What on earth are they so nervous about? Mal couldn't figure it out, so he could only squat there without moving.

He suddenly heard disturbing roars and chaotic running sounds coming from behind him.

He looked back and found that his dead comrades had come back to life and rushed towards them with a twisted and crazy pace.

"Sir." Tom was frightened by these zombies, and Mal pulled his military uniform forward.

They could only bet that the Sentinel mecha would not fire at them.

The Sentinel mecha also saw the zombies behind them, and the logging machine gun began to shoot.

The bullets penetrated the tree trunks, smashing out broken and sharp wood chips. Mal's face had a few more blood marks.

The zombies were hit by bullets, their bodies were torn apart, and purple thread-like worms were exposed inside. These worms tied the cracked corpses back together and controlled the dead bodies to continue moving forward.

Mal's scalp was numb. If he and Tom had walked a few steps later, they would have been surrounded by corpses controlled by these worms and become one of them.

Mal and Tom were getting closer and closer to the makeshift position made of tree trunks. He looked at the laser gun and pulled Tom to the ground without hesitation.