How can a retired savior be considered retired if he drops to 40,000?

This is normal. The vast majority of humans in a normal mental state will be attached to their ability to see and speak. They will not want to be ordered to pluck out their eyes, cut off their tongues, and then be assigned to do something that will kill them in a few months. The heavy manual labor of an able-bodied person was even made into some form of atonement servitor. Fortunately, Wilchak is obviously not a lenient master. The impression that the servants of the Lord Inquisitor may suffer catastrophe as long as they make one mistake has long been deeply rooted in people's hearts; and Fujimaru Ritsuka met him along the way. The crew members still fall into this "vast majority" category, so they did not encounter anything that could be called a "disturbance" during their journey to Vault No. 44.

When the heavy metal door of the secret library slowly closed again behind them, neither Fujimaru Ritsuka nor Cadmus could even move or speak for the time being, and could only be forced to keep their overwhelming anger in their hearts. Sahar was more or less relieved. Of course, none of them actually physically expelled the breath from their lungs and still acted as usual.

Fujimaru Ritsuka imitates what the real Wilchak would do in a similar scene: ignore anything unimportant going on around him and move forward with purpose and almost without stopping. Her seance technique has been proven successful in a series of previous tests. At least the layers of identity authentication levels on the Shadow Hammer have never turned her away so far. Cadmus didn't have any special reaction. He just silently took a few steps forward in the secret vault, found a position a little far away from the door and not in the way, and put the weight of the black shield (Midnight Lord) on him. down.

He raised his head and watched Wilchak familiarly accept the various certifications set here by the ship owner, and passed them all without any problems. Vault No. 44 is not big, obviously too small in terms of the lord commander's powers, but according to the classification of the person involved, she really doesn't have much worth protecting in this vault. According to past habits, Cadmus stood a little further away, watching quietly as the inquisitor used his identity authentication to disarm numerous mechanisms, and took out a "power" from the relic box with a built-in stasis field. "Staff", and then reset all the lifted mechanisms step by step, even though there is nothing in the box.

"I often feel that you are a little too cautious sometimes." Cadmus' voice sounded behind Fujimaru Ritsuka. To be honest, she felt a little bit, but from the subtle information transmitted from the empathy projected by the spiritual base, she could confidently read that Wilchak himself would do this.

Perhaps someone who is not cautious enough cannot be a judge for hundreds of years. This is no longer a problem that can be explained by pure luck. She cursed so deep in her heart, and then imitated Wilchak's proper tone and said angrily: "Brother Cadmus, you are a little strange today. Normally you don't talk so much -"

After sorting out everything in front of him, Fujimaru Ritsuka naturally turned around and directly faced the black muzzle of the plasma pistol.

——Won’t point a gun at me. She completed the second half of the sentence in her mind, struggled for a moment, then raised her hands while still holding the scepter, sighed clearly, and asked calmly:

"Can I know where the flaw is? I think I acted quite similarly."

Cadmus did not show any clear emotional inclination, but at least he was willing to answer this question:

"Intuition. I don't see anything wrong with you, and I have no evidence to prove my suspicion before going to the bridge to confirm the situation. The only mistake you made was choosing to surrender when facing my gun. As for him," the Primaris Astartes tilted his head in the direction of Sahar, "from the beginning, I felt something was wrong with this guy. He was a little too clean."

The face of the "Wilchak" in front of Cadmus finally showed a complex expression that the judge himself would never show to others. It included confusion, confusion, and at the same time, it showed what the person involved thought. It's unreasonable: "The automatic assembly system has its own cleaning function. I should have remembered that."

"So, who are you?" Cadmus ignored the other party's self-examination and just continued to ask, "Assassin's Court? Callidus?"

"...I don't think the trouble I caused is enough to require the Assassin's Court to appear." Wilchak in the secret vault shrugged, "Or maybe I did make a misjudgment in this regard, but I didn't Just know. All I can guarantee is that I have no relationship with the Assassin Court."

Cadmus snorted coldly, probably deciding to give up the possibility of seeking the truth in this "easier" way. He decided not to seek the truth with simple words, but instead used the threat of gunpoint to issue an order to the other party: "Put down that scepter and come to me."

The distance between the two is about six meters, which cannot be called "far" even based on the average stride length of a mortal. At such a distance, facing a Primaris Astartes who had already completed his aim and was only one finger away from killing the Primaris Astartes, the one at the disadvantage was Fujimaru Ritsuka no matter how you looked at it - even if she was really Like Wilchak himself, it was loaded with firepower worthy of a tank.

In such a close battle, the most important factor that can determine victory or defeat is often reaction ability, and Cadmus is fully confident that he can pull the trigger first before the opponent intends to make any move.

He believed that the other party did not have the capital to make any decent resistance in the current situation. But the "Wilchak" in front of him was indeed not as easy to deal with as he had thought.

"If you want to control me physically, just come up here." "Vilchak" almost half-heartedly admitted that he was not Wilchak, ignoring Cadmus' request and still stood firmly. He didn't put down the scepter in his hand, "You only need to take five steps, or even a few seconds. If I were in your sprinting state, I would be pinned to the ground by you before I could react - -But why did you ask me to go over?"

Cadmus' index finger on the trigger moved uneasily.

"You talk too much," he said, and then reiterated his request, "Put down your scepter and come to me."

"I'm really curious about this question." Fujimaru Ritsuka still didn't move. "If I refuse, will you come to me?"

Cadmus's plasma pistol clearly began to charge: "Don't make me shoot."

"You know that most defensive force fields are triggered automatically and do not require the wearer to react to whether they are turned on or not, right?"

The disadvantaged "Wilchak" was even smiling, as if he had no doubt that even if he was hit in the face by a plasma ball, he would be able to survive with his beard and tail intact. This attitude obviously offended the dark angel, and his always quite calm tone was finally tinged with a hint of impatience:

"You know, 'Who are you' and a series of related questions are not that important, right?" He threatened, also hinting at an ultimatum, "There are many psychics on the ship who are real With the services of Inquisitor Wilchak, even if we need to know the answers, we don’t necessarily need a living person to answer these questions.”

"Uh..." The face of Wilchak in front of him showed an awkward expression that the other inquisitor himself would never show. "You still remember that we are not the only ones in this secret library, right?"

"Varied--"

The word only half succeeded in coming out of Cadmus' mouth. The other half was forced to eat back due to a sharp blow to his lower back. The magnetic boots that were successfully turned on almost at the same moment made a loud and harsh noise on the floor, but it also allowed the Dark Angel to barely steady his steps and did not fall forward due to the impact, but his center of gravity had definitely occurred. offset, and in a hurry, there was not enough time to make adjustments:

In the next moment, Sahar's whole body rushed forward. Even Primaris Astartes would inevitably be caught off guard when faced with a sudden impact of hundreds of kilograms. In desperation, he had to give up his plasma pistol so that his hands could be free to deal with the opponent's almost unorganized pushing - Sahar can move now, but his movements are obviously not very clever, and he can deal with it like this. Cadmus formed a temporary suppression, but still managed to catch the opponent off guard.

The reason why he was quiet before was probably true because of the sedatives. The Dark Angel didn't quite understand how this man got up from where he was in this state, and still managed to touch behind him while maintaining absolute silence, but It doesn't matter. This trapped beast fight was meaningless and could only delay him for a few seconds at most. Almost as soon as it was lifted, Cadmus realized that Sahar's hands now had no gripping ability even with the help of power armor. (Maybe that's why he didn't pull out his gun and point it at the back of Cadmus' head and squeeze the trigger.) The traitor couldn't even successfully overthrow his opponent in the current close wrestling.

At the same time, the pistol that Cadmus had thrown away in desperation was thrown in front of Fujimaru Ritsuka along a disturbed parabola. The person involved hesitated for a moment, and after spending a moment comparing the size of the Primaris Space Marine's so-called "pistol" with the size of Wilchak's hand, he regretfully chose to kick it deeper into the vault, away from its owner.

So the fact that I feel like everything in the empire is at least one size bigger than me is not my problem. At that moment, such thoughts passed through the mind of Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was slightly relaxed——

——Therefore, it also appeared in Wilchak's consciousness.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 284 Sometimes you can’t wash clothes too often

The temperature was freezing on the corridor that was supposed to be used as a freight corridor.

Because "Wilchak" put forward the need to avoid being noticed by others, this group of people still tend to choose remote roads where not many people pass by. Under the guidance of careful resource allocation, no one thought that the passage that almost only the maintenance servitors would pass through and use needed to be included in the heating system of the mid-deck. Even for space navigation, today's ship hull materials are naturally equipped with excellent thermal insulation layers in the interlayer. The temperature in their areas is still below freezing point only due to the heat radiated from the more pleasant areas inside the middle deck.

This place is very close to the void. The airlock leading to the outside of the ship is only one or two walls and less than 20 meters away in a straight line. If the damage is not considered and the path is opened with plasma and thermal melt, then Just five meters. Fujimaru Ritsuka had no doubt that this was the reason why Coran Cadmus chose to attack at this part of the journey.

When the ship does not have the need to communicate bulk cargo internally and externally, this cold cargo channel that only leads to the outside of the ship has never been cared about. This means that even if the emotional Sahar causes trouble here, it will be easy to clean up the end.

The universe is big, even if the ship is docked above the starport. As long as you throw the unwanted things out of the airlock, no one will care whether there are any small pieces of garbage on the track except for the unmanned operating ships that clear the channel regularly. Cadmus was very confident about this.

Sahar may have two brushes. At least so far, except for this time, he has completed all the tasks assigned to him by Wilchak - no matter what the tasks were at the beginning. It looks so lifeless. Like his three other Kill Team teammates, Cadmus saw this in his eyes and came to the conclusion that "this cunning traitor is not easy to kill." But he, like his three other Kill Team teammates, took it for granted that Sahar couldn't beat any of us in a head-on confrontation. What's more, the friendly Lord Inquisitor Wilchak was also present.

Although she is a mortal, don't think that a "mortal" in the empire who can be a lord judge will be a useless vase in close combat. With the modification implants, defensive force fields, and various weapons hidden under his clothes and jewelry, Wilchak's body could erupt with firepower that was no worse than a tank in an instant. This is only the part that everyone knows.

However, will this firepower be delivered to the target as accurately as Cadmus expected? he does not know.

The creaking servitors, as usual, did not think there was anything wrong with the conflict that was quietly breaking out in the middle of this deserted corridor. The preset programs in their remaining poor brains could not support their recognition of potential dangers. . Although Judge Wilchak initially supported Cadmus's move because of her always bad character, he soon remembered something and changed his mind:

"This is too close to the hull. We shouldn't stay here for too long." She first concluded briefly to Cadmus, and then turned to Sahar, "You should have had a premonition of this. . Are you really naive enough to think that an envoy of the Throne would really spare a favor for an acolyte who once betrayed the Empire and betrayed his master? Of course, the same is true for Space Marines."

"You promised me!" Sahar roared to Wilchak, undoubtedly angry, but Cadmus always felt that there was something else indistinguishable underneath this anger, which made him feel uncomfortable. It’s so right, “You promised that she would provide her with the necessary medical measures——”

"——I did provide it, but I never guaranteed whether the medical measures I provided her were 'she needed' or 'I needed'." Wilchak's smile at this moment was almost "shameless" The best interpretation of four words, "And I have indeed fulfilled every agreement between us. I mean, she is indeed 'alive' at this moment. So, you who realize what the problem is, now want to How to do it?”

She put the question back to Sahar in a very nasty way, but clearly had no intention of hearing his answer. Before the other party spoke, even before Cadmus realized that the Inquisitor would make a move, shining arcs of electricity crackled out of Sahar's power armor. This little voltage had no perceptible impact on Cadmus, who was holding the gun, and Sahar's screams, which were distorted into angry wails under the pain, clearly proved that it was just because these systems were overloaded. The main target of the arc generated is the person inside the power armor.

This is normal. If a prudent Inquisitor decides to take a traitorous Astartes into her service, it would be reasonable and efficient for her to do something with his power armor. The problem is that Cadmus does not believe that an electric shock of this power can kill an Astartes, even a firstborn who is more fragile than him. But Sahar did fall down amid this burst of painful wailing, and in the next few seconds, he only made a little struggle that had no tactical significance and was just a reflex instinct, and then stopped moving.

"Don't look at me like that. I admit that the overload discharge part is just for fun." When Wilchak talked about her remote control modification of the power armor, she obviously didn't think there was anything wrong with it. "What really knocked him down was the internal injection." sedative. Okay, now take him and continue our journey. It was you who started this problem, so don't complain."

Cadmus was silent for a short while, then finally moved the muzzle of the gun that was still pointed at Sahar, who could not move. He leaned down and sighed inaudibly: "Okay."

-

There were not many people along the way. Those people other than the "few" people also started to react when they saw the mistress of the ship walking silently in the dark, followed by a Death Watch Astartes who was carrying his colleagues like rice bags. Know that you should turn your back with a wink, stop in other corridors, or hide in a nearby room, pretending that you don't see anything.

This is normal. The vast majority of humans in a normal mental state will be attached to their ability to see and speak. They will not want to be ordered to pluck out their eyes, cut off their tongues, and then be assigned to do something that will kill them in a few months. The heavy manual labor of an able-bodied person was even made into some form of atonement servitor. Fortunately, Wilchak is obviously not a lenient master. The impression that the servants of the Lord Inquisitor may suffer catastrophe as long as they make one mistake has long been deeply rooted in people's hearts; and Fujimaru Ritsuka met him along the way. The crew members still fall into this "vast majority" category, so they did not encounter anything that could be called a "disturbance" during their journey to Vault No. 44.

When the heavy metal door of the secret library slowly closed again behind them, neither Fujimaru Ritsuka nor Cadmus could even move or speak for the time being, and could only be forced to keep their overwhelming anger in their hearts. Sahar was more or less relieved. Of course, none of them actually physically expelled the breath from their lungs and still acted as usual.

Fujimaru Ritsuka imitates what the real Wilchak would do in a similar scene: ignore anything unimportant going on around him and move forward with purpose and almost without stopping. Her seance technique has been proven successful in a series of previous tests. At least the layers of identity authentication levels on the Shadow Hammer have never turned her away so far. Cadmus didn't have any special reaction. He just silently took a few steps forward in the secret vault, found a position a little far away from the door and not in the way, and put the weight of the black shield (Midnight Lord) on him. down.

He raised his head and watched Wilchak familiarly accept the various certifications set here by the ship owner, and passed them all without any problems. Vault No. 44 is not big, obviously too small in terms of the lord commander's powers, but according to the classification of the person involved, she really doesn't have much worth protecting in this vault. According to past habits, Cadmus stood a little further away, watching quietly as the inquisitor used his identity authentication to disarm numerous mechanisms, and took out a "power" from the relic box with a built-in stasis field. "Staff", and then reset all the lifted mechanisms step by step, even though there is nothing in the box.

"I often feel that you are a little too cautious sometimes." Cadmus' voice sounded behind Fujimaru Ritsuka. To be honest, she felt a little bit, but from the subtle information transmitted from the empathy projected by the spiritual base, she could confidently read that Wilchak himself would do this.

Perhaps someone who is not cautious enough cannot be a judge for hundreds of years. This is no longer a problem that can be explained by pure luck. She cursed so deep in her heart, and then imitated Wilchak's proper tone and said angrily: "Brother Cadmus, you are a little strange today. Normally you don't talk so much -"

After sorting out everything in front of him, Fujimaru Ritsuka naturally turned around and directly faced the black muzzle of the plasma pistol.

——Won’t point a gun at me. She completed the second half of the sentence in her mind, struggled for a moment, then raised her hands while still holding the scepter, sighed clearly, and asked calmly:

"Can I know where the flaw is? I think I acted quite similarly."

Cadmus did not show any clear emotional inclination, but at least he was willing to answer this question:

"Intuition. I don't see anything wrong with you, and I have no evidence to prove my suspicion before going to the bridge to confirm the situation. The only mistake you made was choosing to surrender when facing my gun. As for him," the Primaris Astartes tilted his head in the direction of Sahar, "from the beginning, I felt something was wrong with this guy. He was a little too clean."

The face of the "Wilchak" in front of Cadmus finally showed a complex expression that the judge himself would never show to others. It included confusion, confusion, and at the same time, it showed what the person involved thought. It's unreasonable: "The automatic assembly system has its own cleaning function. I should have remembered that."

"So, who are you?" Cadmus ignored the other party's self-examination and just continued to ask, "Assassin's Court? Callidus?"

"...I don't think the trouble I caused is enough to require the Assassin's Court to appear." Wilchak in the secret vault shrugged, "Or maybe I did make a misjudgment in this regard, but I didn't Just know. All I can guarantee is that I have no relationship with the Assassin Court."

Cadmus snorted coldly, probably deciding to give up the possibility of seeking the truth in this "easier" way. He decided not to seek the truth with simple words, but instead used the threat of gunpoint to issue an order to the other party: "Put down that scepter and come to me."

The distance between the two is about six meters, which cannot be called "far" even based on the average stride length of a mortal. At such a distance, facing a Primaris Astartes who had already completed his aim and was only one finger away from killing the Primaris Astartes, the one at the disadvantage was Fujimaru Ritsuka no matter how you looked at it - even if she was really Like Wilchak himself, it was loaded with firepower worthy of a tank.

In such a close battle, the most important factor that can determine victory or defeat is often reaction ability, and Cadmus is fully confident that he can pull the trigger first before the opponent intends to make any move.

He believed that the other party did not have the capital to make any decent resistance in the current situation. But the "Wilchak" in front of him was indeed not as easy to deal with as he had thought.

"If you want to control me physically, just come up here." "Vilchak" almost half-heartedly admitted that he was not Wilchak, ignoring Cadmus' request and still stood firmly. He didn't put down the scepter in his hand, "You only need to take five steps, or even a few seconds. If I were in your sprinting state, I would be pinned to the ground by you before I could react - -But why did you ask me to go over?"

Cadmus' index finger on the trigger moved uneasily.

"You talk too much," he said, and then reiterated his request, "Put down your scepter and come to me."

"I'm really curious about this question." Fujimaru Ritsuka still didn't move. "If I refuse, will you come to me?"

Cadmus's plasma pistol clearly began to charge: "Don't make me shoot."

"You know that most defensive force fields are triggered automatically and do not require the wearer to react to whether they are turned on or not, right?"

The disadvantaged "Wilchak" was even smiling, as if he had no doubt that even if he was hit in the face by a plasma ball, he would be able to survive with his beard and tail intact. This attitude obviously offended the dark angel, and his always quite calm tone was finally tinged with a hint of impatience:

"You know, 'Who are you' and a series of related questions are not that important, right?" He threatened, also hinting at an ultimatum, "There are many psychics on the ship who are real With the services of Inquisitor Wilchak, even if we need to know the answers, we don’t necessarily need a living person to answer these questions.”

"Uh..." The face of Wilchak in front of him showed an awkward expression that the other inquisitor himself would never show. "You still remember that we are not the only ones in this secret library, right?"

"Varied--"

The word only half succeeded in coming out of Cadmus' mouth. The other half was forced to eat back due to a sharp blow to his lower back. The magnetic boots that were successfully turned on almost at the same moment made a loud and harsh noise on the floor, but it also allowed the Dark Angel to barely steady his steps and did not fall forward due to the impact, but his center of gravity had definitely occurred. offset, and in a hurry, there was not enough time to make adjustments:

In the next moment, Sahar's whole body rushed forward. Even Primaris Astartes would inevitably be caught off guard when faced with a sudden impact of hundreds of kilograms. In desperation, he had to give up his plasma pistol so that his hands could be free to deal with the opponent's almost unorganized pushing - Sahar can move now, but his movements are obviously not very clever, and he can deal with it like this. Cadmus formed a temporary suppression, but still managed to catch the opponent off guard.

The reason why he was quiet before was probably true because of the sedatives. The Dark Angel didn't quite understand how this man got up from where he was in this state, and still managed to touch behind him while maintaining absolute silence, but It doesn't matter. This trapped beast fight was meaningless and could only delay him for a few seconds at most. Almost as soon as it was lifted, Cadmus realized that Sahar's hands now had no gripping ability even with the help of power armor. (Maybe that's why he didn't pull out his gun and point it at the back of Cadmus' head and squeeze the trigger.) The traitor couldn't even successfully overthrow his opponent in the current close wrestling.

At the same time, the pistol that Cadmus had thrown away in desperation was thrown in front of Fujimaru Ritsuka along a disturbed parabola. The person involved hesitated for a moment, and after spending a moment comparing the size of the Primaris Space Marine's so-called "pistol" with the size of Wilchak's hand, he regretfully chose to kick it deeper into the vault, away from its owner.

So the fact that I feel like everything in the empire is at least one size bigger than me is not my problem. At that moment, such thoughts passed through the mind of Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was slightly relaxed——

——Therefore, it also appeared in Wilchak's consciousness.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 285: You don’t have to think too clearly about magic.

Just as Cadmus predicted before, Sahar's unorganized and powerful sacrificial attack only succeeded in restraining him for less than four seconds. The Black Shield of the Firstborn Astartes was quickly slammed to the ground. The Dark Angel finally freed his hand and pulled out the monomolecular dagger from his waist. In anger, he prepared to finish off this entangled traitor. But at this moment, the auspicious device reminded him that the "Wilchak" on the other side of him had moved slightly to a position more conducive to shooting.

He immediately gave up his current action vigilantly, distanced himself from Sahar, and tried to escape from the crosshairs that he didn't know existed. If you give Wilchak enough reaction time, you really don't know what she can do. Something terrible came out from under the hem of her gothic skirt.

At this moment, he realized that the auspicious device in his helmet could not recognize Sahar's signal at a short distance. This answered to a certain extent the question of "how he came up quietly" and required Cadmus to keep his eyes on him in the subsequent battle; also at this moment, he realized When he arrived, he was being pointed at gunpoint by Wilchak.

It was a revolver with a small caliber. It was obviously not a weapon installed in the regular army of the empire. He did not remember such a thing among the equipment commonly used by Wilchak - no, it was already this era, point two. Isn’t the two-caliber just a toy for aristocratic children with spare money? It’s not even considered teaching equipment! Who would use such a pistol with a caliber that is almost indestructible in actual combat?

Although as a Primaris Astartes, Cadmus cursed for a moment, "Even if the opponent puts this gun to his head without a helmet and fires it, six shots in a row are enough to kill him." But he The moment he noticed that "Vilchak" was about to pull the trigger, he instinctively followed the impulse that had been engraved into his muscle memory and raised his left shoulder in a tactical defensive action.

The appropriately sized shoulder armor of the MK10 did not block his sight, and he still accurately witnessed the moment when the opponent fired: the first shot accurately hit the lower edge of his shoulder armor, and the feedback the power armor gave him was no better than when he was headless. The Beetle's head was spinning and the collision became more serious; at the same time, Sahar got up from the ground again. After a few seconds passed, his movements seemed to be much more coordinated, which made Cadmus realize that he had not just Stabbing the dagger into his throat was a serious tactical mistake, but it was not enough to make him lose in this conflict; "Vilchak"'s second shot that followed clearly adjusted the aiming position and succeeded. It hit the joint of Cadmus's left elbow - the accuracy is commendable (if the opponent really aimed like this), but unfortunately, the caliber of the pistol was too small, and the attack had no effect at all, and the paint may not even be scratched off.

There was no third shot. After firing two bullets, "Vilchak" lowered her muzzle and began to move toward the wall, trying to use the container or reliquary next to her as a cover. To Cadmus, it was puzzling that someone would attack a Primaris Space Marine with a toy pistol. If he had had more time, he might have questioned whether the other person's cognitive level was normal, and might have noticed something else wrong, but Sahar had already rushed towards him again.

As an Astartes, Cadmus had an idea of ​​how quickly drugs such as sedatives would lose effect on them, but what happened to Sahar now was obviously beyond his inherent ideas. In a total of no more than ten seconds from the time he first pounced on him, his physical condition had obviously recovered to the point where he could carry out basic combat: while pounced on Cadmus, he drew out He picked up the bolt gun on his waist.

Well, maybe his brain didn't. A mockery flashed through Death Watch's mind.

For shooting, the distance between the two Astartes was too close, even though Sahar barely managed to square up after drawing his bolt pistol with an illegal movement that was not in any tactical code. The same goes for holding the muzzle of a gun and pulling the trigger dead, trying to suppress fire in a continuous fire mode regardless of the hit rate. The moment he pulled the trigger, Cadmus had already pressed against his left shoulder armor and crashed into him like a small armored vehicle. Perhaps only the first bolt successfully left a small dent in the Primaris warrior's armor, and the rest missed.

However, at this moment, Cadmus decided to take back the ridicule he had just made in his mind. Regardless of whether Sahar's actions gave him a real tactical advantage, he did not draw his gun unprepared and carry out such an attack that looked like he was dazed: Cadmore Si's impact did deflect Sahar's gun, but he failed to knock down the prepared opponent. This shot was a flaw deliberately sold by the latter. In an instant, he deflected his body along with the opponent's movement, stabilized his center of gravity during the staggered steps, and channeled the power that Cadmus was trying to exert on him. He removed most of it, and took advantage of the situation to bully the opponent, and grabbed the Primaris warrior's right hand holding the monomolecule dagger.

The next moment, he smoothly shook off the empty gun in his hand and tried to pull out his combat dagger from his waist. Of course, Cadmus would try to use his free left hand to restrict the opponent's movements, but at this moment, he discovered that the joints of his left power armor were not working well.

It took the servo system half a beat to report to him that there was abnormal hypothermia in some areas of the armor. The red warning area was displayed between his left upper arm and elbow joint. The strong physique of the Primaris warriors to adapt to various combat environments made Cadmus insensitive to temperature changes. It was not until he was prompted and needed to move that he realized that the area was indeed a bit cold.

This low temperature did not affect the physical body of the Primaris Astartes, but it did have some impact on the internal transmission system of the power armor. Logically speaking, this is impossible to happen, and the mechanical products made by the empire will not be so fragile-but in reality, this is what happened. Cadmus's left hand armor was not his help but his drag at this moment. This subtle difference allowed Sahar to successfully draw his single-molecule dagger. Unfortunately, the difference was very subtle after all. Cadmus Still, he managed to grab the other person's wrist before he stabbed the knife on his waist.

What followed would have been a wrestling match, with the stronger Cadmus taking a moment to win. But at the moment when the two sides stopped because of the stalemate, the Primaris warrior once again realized that there was also a slight touch on his left knee, as if he had been hit by a beetle, and then, before he was conscious, he felt something special. When he paid attention to this point, he found that the area began to feel cold and stiff.

"Vilchak" hiding behind the display cabinet was pointing the muzzle of a toy pistol at Cadmus' knee. It was obvious that the joke-like weapon did have practical significance beyond damage - not much in other situations, but in close combat that required high-speed reaction, this little difference might be fatal.

The power armor's alarm still sounded abnormally slow for half a beat. Cadmus realized in a flash that the longer the current situation lasted, the more dangerous it would be for him. If faced alone, neither of the two enemies at the moment can pose a real threat to Cadmus, but when they are combined together——

——This is not the time to feel sorry for oneself, one must be solved as soon as possible.

He staggered his steps again, trying to change his position so that Sahar could block the trajectory of "Vilchak" for himself. But in the current situation, moving footsteps, or in other words, changing the center of gravity while exerting force, is a very dangerous thing. Sahar realized this flaw and immediately took this opportunity to change the direction of his force, trying to make Cadmus shift his center of gravity out of control so that he could throw the opponent to the ground - but he was too aggressive. He had forgotten the difference in physical ability and reflexes between himself and his new Primaris cousins. In the next second, it was Sahar who was forced to shift his center of gravity to a dangerous point: he finally fell into a disadvantage due to a wrong decision made on the spot and had to rely on the help of magnetic boots. , relying only on his own core strength to hold himself precariously in place.

Moreover, he obviously cannot maintain this state for long.

At such a close distance, Cadmus took full advantage of his weight and strength, forcing Sahar to lift the knife in order to avoid the blade that was gradually advancing towards the side of his neck, or to maintain his standing posture. The magnetic boots are attracted to the ground and move backwards. After discovering that he could not hit Cadmus at the current position, "Vilchak" a little further away immediately stood up from where he was and prepared to go to the opposite side of the secret library to avoid Sahar and take aim, but was stuck. Deimos caught the moment when Sahar's center of gravity was unstable due to retreating before she managed to get into position, raised his right leg and kicked him in the direction of the fake inquisitor——

——It was the area that he refused to set foot in no matter what during the brief confrontation with "Vilchak".

Outsiders may not be able to tell, but the real Inquisitor Wilchak once told Cadmus that she had hidden traps made of lost technology in every secret vault on her ship. Anyone except her would They were torn into pieces in the blink of an eye after passing the corresponding area - even if the person involved had a protective force field on his body, it wouldn't be of any use. Cadmus had never seen this kind of trap when it was actually activated, but Wilchak told him the clues about the setting of this kind of trap, and warned him not to cross the thunder pool and explore the secrets that he should not explore. .

If they hadn't known about it beforehand, even the eyesight of the Primaris Astartes and the auspicious instrument built into the MK10 power armor would not be able to distinguish its existence. But now, Cadmus is very sure that there is indeed such a trap set in the space in the middle of the secret vault: a harsh buzzing sound was heard inside the secret vault, and Sahar let out a startled cry of pain when he stepped into that area. "Wilcak" a little further away was also shouting something in a hurry. Cadmus originally planned to take this opportunity to carefully observe how this so-called trap works, and by the way, pick up the empty gun that Sahar had just thrown aside, and end it all perfectly after reloading, but -

In the next moment, Sahar disappeared without warning, and in his place appeared "Wilczak" - Wilczak was "scattering and collapsing" as fast as a toppling building made of building blocks. In that moment that caught everyone off guard, Cadmus clearly saw that her head and skirt were silently torn apart by some invisible blade, but she did not bleed. The strange destruction caused by the trap was not the cause of this strange phenomenon. She did not need to consider the influence of inertia and potential energy like Sahar, and strode forward and quickly left the position where the trap took effect. The disguise of "Wilczak" slipped from her body like mosaic tiles peeling off the wall, revealing the true inner self of the person involved:

With his hands free, Fujimaru Ritsuka drove the propellers under the feet of the Otenaus exoskeleton. While rushing towards Cadmus, he pulled out the iconic Aquila scepter from beside him, like using a long-handled axe. Then he used the eagle wings at the top of the scepter to strike at the Primaris Astartes. Cadmus was momentarily confused by the true identity of the intruder. Driven by instinct, he mechanically raised his hand and easily grabbed the handle of the scepter that was thrown at him——

——The safety protocol of the scepter itself was activated at this moment. Cadmus's last memory of this incident was the bright white arc of psychic lightning and the severe pain that instantly infected his whole body.

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