Infinite Stream Metaverse

Chapter 41 Infection
The transport ship Blood Worm.

A team of Ultramarines is struggling to break out.

When they walked quickly through a corridor corner.

An Ultramarine with broken armor and covered in blood leaned against the bulkhead weakly, then slid slowly and fell to the floor.

His comrade grabbed his hand and yelled into the communication channel:
"Pharmacist, call the pharmacist, someone is down here!"

However, there was still a lot of noise on the communication channel.

"No..." The Ultramarine lying on the ground grabbed his teammate and said weakly, "It's too late, sir, the teleportation was interrupted, you guys go, it's too late."

His squad leader inserted the melta gun back into his waist and buckled the weapon, and was about to pull up his comrades on the ground with both hands.

"No..." His teammate shook off his hand, "Leave me alone, you guys go and join Mrs. Frajos, I... I still have this."

As he spoke, he took out a round armor-piercing grenade from his waist and held it in the palm of his hand.

His team leader took a deep look at him, and gritted his teeth and said harshly: "Okay."

Then he got up and led the team to the passage.

After all the team members left, the Ultramarine lying on the ground tore off his helmet and threw it aside, revealing a bloody face.

His eyelids drooped and he breathed feebly.

He switched the armor-piercing grenade to his left hand, then quietly hid his left hand behind his waist, and pulled out a bolt pistol from the side of his leg armor with his right hand, aiming at the entrance of the passage.

After a while, the waiting enemy did not come.

But a sneaky middle-aged man with a brown-red beard came out of the pipe beside him.

The bolter in the wounded Ultramarine's hand was aimed at him in an instant.

"Whoa whoa whoa... no, watch out, watch out, sir, don't shoot."

The bearded man with the appearance of a scholar quickly raised one hand, and tightly hugged a long gray metal can in the other, looking very funny.

"Who are you?" The gun was still pointed at the bearded middle-aged man, and the Ultramarine looked at him coldly and asked.

"I am a civilian who was imprisoned on the spaceship by these demons. I am a civilian. Dear Sir, I am here to save you."

Belensky bowed, raised one hand, and slowly approached the wounded Ultramarine, and said cautiously.

While speaking, he carefully raised his head to observe the face of the Ultramarine.

"Save me?" The Ultramarine frowned, pointed at the long metal tank in Belensky's arms, and asked:
"what is that?"

"Oh, oh... this, you asked this is it, this is my unique potion, this is what saves you." Belensky stammered.

In a transport ship of traitor space marines, a civilian appeared, holding a strange jar and saying to save himself?
The Ultramarine lying on the ground felt that this incident was really weird, it was so weird that it insulted his IQ.

He raised the muzzle of his gun and said in a cold voice:
"Go away, back, I don't need you to save me."

Despite the weirdness of the whole thing, the Ultramarines still didn't shoot civilians directly.

Seeing that his poor acting skills could not fool the injured Ultraman, Belensky gritted his teeth, walked forward quickly, and said in his mouth:

"Sir, please let me..."

"boom!"

The bolt pistol fired.

Belensky was knocked off half of his body in an instant.

"Ahhh..." Belensky, who had only his upper body left, screamed.

The moment he was hit, the long metal tank in his hand fell out and landed right in front of the Ultramarines.

A drop of black viscous liquid from the mouth of the can just splashed onto the cracked, blood-soaked breastplate of the Ultramarine.

The Ultramarine didn't care about the bearded man who was dying slowly with only half of his body left. He looked down at the drop of black liquid strangely.

Then, he saw this drop of viscous black liquid seemed to be alive, and disappeared into his wound in an instant.

wrong!

The Ultramarines realized this too late.

He rolled the whites of his eyes, trembled twice, then turned his head back and passed out.

The left hand that was just raised while holding the armor-piercing grenade also fell down slowly.

The gauntlet was loosened, and the spherical grenade inside rolled out.

It didn't detonate.

In the pipe, a short, stooped woman wrapped in clothes came out cautiously.

She came to the body of the brown-red bearded scholar, stretched out her hand and slowly closed the man's wide eyes.

"Rest in peace, Belensky," whispered a strange, hissing voice.

Then, she walked up to the fainted Ultramarine, gently stroked the Ultramarine's body, and said softly to herself:
"Come out, my children."

The unconscious Ultramarine's chest began to bulge strangely, and the bulge undulated slightly, as if breathing.

Seeing this scene, the hunchbacked woman was even happier. She smiled, stroked the bulge gently, put her mouth on the bulge, and whispered:
"What a bountiful hunting ground this is, my children, all the people here are your food, I mean... all of them."

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(End of this chapter)