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Chapter 37 Sacrifice
Guert led the space warriors of the Stinger Squad to grope for the interior of the transport ship.

Walking to the fork of a pipe, Gurt took out a tactical tablet.

On the screen, several small green dots approached the transport ship from all directions, which meant that the Ultramarines from other teams were coming.

As the first team to break into the interior of the transport ship, Gurt maintained sufficient caution and patience.

The team was searching inside the transport ship in a tactical formation, and Gurt raised his hand from time to time to confirm that the signal on the tactical panel was stable.

In particular, the signal for transmitting coordinates is stable.

Fortunately, judging from the feedback received from the cruiser, there was no problem with the transmission, and the Sosaran was always ready to transmit the soldiers back to the battleship.

Fu Qihai was in the middle of the team. As the team moved forward, he felt a little strange.

The Abominable Worm is a transport ship, and a transport ship does not require as many servitors and crews as a battleship.

But there are too few people here.

Unlike the temporary fortifications and fronts built by the Word Bearers outside the battleship relying on complex terrain, the Stinger team inside the transport ship has not encountered any resistance so far, and the enemy seems to have deployed their defense forces to the outer periphery of the transport ship.

Turn the defensive circle of the entire surface into three hollow buns with thick skin and small stuffing.

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At this time, inside another transport ship, the main control room.

Different from the din of guns and guns outside, it was unusually quiet here, and Crofa sat in his seat thinking quietly.

A blood-stained Word Bearer warrior walked in, took off his helmet, knelt on one knee, and said:

"My lord, all the Ultramarines have broken through our perimeter defenses."

"Very good, we can start the next step of the plan." Clofa said with satisfaction as he tapped his fingers on the armrest of the seat.

The Word Bearer kneeling on the ground hesitated and asked:

"My lord... Do we really want to sacrifice all of those people?"

"Huh?" Clofa's yellow eyes sharpened suddenly, "Are you questioning my decision, DeWitt?"

"No, it's not..." The Word Bearer soldier kneeling on one knee panicked, he quickly denied it, quietly raised his head to look at Clofa's face, and said cautiously:
"These people are the sacrifices designated by Lord Erebus. If we sacrifice them here, I'm worried... I'm worried about Lord Erebus..."

DeWitt talked and talked, but stopped talking.

"Hmph." Clofa snorted coldly, "Do you think I don't know the purpose of these sacrifices?"

Clofa's voice sank: "Listen, DeWitt, I don't care what relationship you had with Erebus before, I am the commander of this transport fleet."

"Yes, yes... my lord." DeWitt hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to look into Clofa's eyes
"Yes, I know that these sacrifices are urgently needed on the front line of Terra, so now I ask you to move your rigid head and think about it, if we don't use these sacrifices, we can rely on what we have This poor force and three transport ships without macro guns, light spears and torpedoes, how to fight the Ultramarines? If the Ultramarines intercept them, or we are trapped with these three transport ships On this damned planet, is there... a difference to Mr. Erebus in the solar system!?"

When he said the last sentence, Clofa almost roared.

"No, there's no difference..." DeWitt lowered his head even lower.

Looking at the obedient DeWitt in front of him, Clofa snorted coldly, stood up, paced back and forth a few steps, and asked:
"Is the altar functioning properly?"

"The Tech Priest of the Dark Mechanicus is watching, everything is normal."

"Are the sacrifices ready?"

"Ready, my lord."

"Hmm..." Clofa, who was pacing back and forth, stroked his chin and thought about it, before making another decision:
"You bring the psyker who can block teleportation witchcraft to the main control room, and arrange other psykers and mutants to the ambush point. By the way, you screen, those who are weaker and useless Guy, sacrifice them too."

"Yes, my lord." DeWitt responded bluntly, got up and took the order and left.

When DeWitt walked out of the hatch of the main control room, Crofa's deep voice came from behind:
"Remember, DeWitt, regardless of whether the solar system is considered the front line of the battle, for us, the front line is where there are enemies of the four gods!"

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Takashita Hiroshi stayed in a cabin with many reincarnations.

Betrayers are the ones who are most likely to suspect others of betrayal. The traitor legions don't fully trust this group of psykers and mutants who came to their door and claimed to be believers of the Four Gods.

Although they were in the same transport ship, they were not allowed to move around freely.

The battle sound of the Ultramarines breaking into the transport ship has been faintly heard, and some reincarnators with relatively weak abilities have already started to tremble.

At this moment, the cabin door opened, and DeWitt, covered in blood, led several Word Bearers soldiers into the cabin, accompanied by the pungent gunpowder smoke that had just returned from the battlefield.

Two or three reincarnations quickly stood up and looked at DeWitt flatteringly, like dogs waiting for their master's orders.

DeWitt's icy goggles looked around, and the voice came from the neck armor's loudspeaker:

"You, you, and you, follow him to the ambush point."

DeWitt raised his hand and hit a few reincarnations.

Among them was the woman in black with a stick wrapped in cloth.

Several people got up and followed a Word Bearer warrior out of the hatch.

"You, go to Lord Clofa's main control room."

DeWitt pointed to Takashita Hiroshi.

Liaoshita Hiroshi quickly got up and followed a Word Bearer soldier out.

"The rest of you, follow me." After speaking, DeWitt turned and walked out of the cabin.

The remaining reincarnators looked at each other, followed DeWitt out of the hatch hesitantly.

Belensky with the brown-red beard and the hunched masked woman were among the rest.

The bearded Belenski never forgot to hold his long metal can tightly, and the hunchbacked woman quietly followed behind him.

DeWitt, a follower of several reincarnations, walked in the dark corridor, the pale lights above their heads were flickering unclearly, reflecting the tall backs of the space warriors in front of them.

while walking.

"No, Belensky, this is not right!" The hunched masked woman suddenly grabbed the bearded middle-aged man, and said in Polish in a low voice.

Belensky stopped, turned and asked:

"Huh? What's the matter, what's wrong?"

The hunchbacked masked woman slowly slowed down her steps, her vigilant eyes under the veil stared straight at the leading Word Bearer Space Marine in front, and said:

"I don't know, but my gut tells me it's not right."

She turned her bowed and protruding head left and right, and made a "hissing" inhalation sound from her mouth.

"The smell of blood is getting stronger and stronger, and we are walking towards a place with a strong smell of blood." The hunchbacked woman whispered in Belensky's ear.

Belensky was stunned, wondering for a moment whether he should continue walking.

On the contrary, the hunchbacked masked woman looked around alertly. Before DeWitt turned to check the situation, she grabbed Belensky's hand and got into a hole in a nearby pipe.

Pulled by the hunchbacked woman, Belensky staggered and fell into the narrow pipe, lying on the wall of the pipe.

The hunchbacked woman landed on all fours strangely, running forward swiftly and swiftly like an animal, not forgetting to turn her head and shout:
"Get up, run, Belensky, run!"

The bearded man who was just an ordinary person hurriedly got up, holding his long metal can in one hand, knelt on the ground and crawled forward with hands and feet.

DeWitt, who turned around to check the situation behind him, happened to see the scene where the hunchbacked woman pulled the bearded man into the hole in the pipe.

A Word Bearer Space Marine beside him also saw it, and he immediately drew his bolter and asked:

"Sir?"

DeWitt raised his hand and held down the subordinate who was about to go, stood still, and said:
"Let them go, the sacrifice is important, don't waste time on these two people."

As mentioned above, the passages and pipelines inside a spaceship are very intricate, and many narrow places can only accommodate machine servants and mortals lying down, and space fighters can't get in at all.

Now that some of the Ultramarines have reached the interior of the transport ship, instead of wasting time and manpower to search for two insignificant ordinary people, it is better to hurry up and get down to business.

The subordinate nodded, and he retreated to the end of the line. The two of them, one in front of the other, continued to move forward with the reincarnators in their arms.

The sudden change caused the remaining reincarnated people to look at each other, not knowing why. They didn't know why these two people suddenly wanted to escape, but they always felt that it would not be a good thing.

But surrounded by two heavily armed Astartes, everyone had no choice but to continue to move forward silently.

The bearded middle-aged scholar and the hunched masked woman just disappeared into the deep pipeline maze of the transport spaceship.

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(End of this chapter)