Chapter 114 103. Nothing is right anywhere!
Above the Martian port, various flagships were flowing continuously, the luster of metal shone under the light of the indicator lights, and the roar of plasma engines came and went.
Among the countless fleets taking off, a group of smaller spacecraft also ignited their engines, broke away from the gravity of Mars, and headed towards space.
The astrological language from Pluto instructs the spacecraft to sail into the star gate of the solar star domain, where subspace waves of brilliant blue-purple light surge.
The spacecraft adjusted the angle of the auxiliary engine and slowly sailed into the established channel in subspace.
Planet Sigma 373.
Now.
This is a small planet dotted with emerald green and dark brown, and eyes from afar are focusing on it at the moment.
[The atmosphere of the planet here is in good condition, there are no electronic storms, and there are few obstacles on the ground, so landing is possible. ]
The crew member stared at the bird servant, and the area was imaged in front of him at this moment.
[clear. ]
[Prepare to land. ]
The exploration fleet from afar slowly landed in a large open space in the forest. Grass and ferns were flying in the violent air flow blown by the engine, and the leaves on the tall trees not far away were also tumbling.
The fleet was covered in pitch black, with the scarlet skeletons of the Cult of Mechanicus lurking on top of it. The gears were rotating and stationed on top of it.
They arrived.
Not in a hurry to come out first, Hades still stayed in his cabin to sleep and rest. Every time he finished the subspace voyage, he felt like vomiting, so Hades decisively chose to sleep and pretend to be dead, waiting for the shallow layer of Kirkland Sage's hand. Findings.
The message to apply for a spaceship from the nearby forge world can also be sent out. After Hades investigates the world, he can take a small aircraft to join the fleet of this forge world.
But what no one knows is that an electronic storm unique to this planet is gathering.
Some small drones were released and began to fly around to collect data in this area and approach the human city in the distance.
The Skitarii, wearing red robes and engraved with the Mechanicus logo, also lined up along the exit of the spacecraft to explore and screen for dangerous objects near the spacecraft.
Binary mechanical hymns also played in the air following the footsteps of the Skitarii.
In order to avoid the impact of clouds and atmospheric airflow on the entire fleet, and to prevent the possible impact of the fleet's instruments on the Black Stone Obelisk, Sage Kirkland parked the fleet in an open space in a large forest far away from the human city.
When the entire fleet landed, except for the unsuitable terrain, the atmospheric landing conditions here were textbook-level ideal.
The Skitarii's foot broke a dead tree, and there was a scraping sound, but there was no echo in the silent forest.
The vines are winding slowly.
It was dark, but consciousness was still there.
"You shouldn't be here."
Hades looked at the middle-aged and elderly man in front of him in disbelief.
This man was wearing a simple and capable black priest's uniform, with straight lines of bright green simply outlining geometric patterns, and obelisk-like ornaments adorning his collar.
Neatly combed white hair and a well-trimmed beard.
"Who are you?"
Hades said,
"I am Bishop Mazel, young man."
The bishop nodded slightly.
"You shouldn't have come here."
He said bitterly,
"I...this hurt everyone."
Bishop Mazel stared at Hades, and Hades was sure that he saw sparks of anger in his eyes.
What else did the bishop want to say? He gritted his teeth and looked exhausted, which was in sharp contrast to his neat clothes.
But he only said one sentence in the end.
"Forget it. You can't escape."
"Young man, if you still have a conscience,"
"Kill her for me."
The bishop's dark blue eyes stared at Hades.
"This is what you owe us, this is what you owe everyone."
Hades opened his eyes.
The man's figure gradually blurred, his mind went blank, and the dream began to fade.
Do Space Marines also dream? Hades thought haphazardly.
But no matter what, this dream interrupted his good sleep. Hades sat on the edge of the bed, in a daze.
This dream is so strange?
He killed everyone?
He owed this to them. Who did Hades owe it to?
Kill her, who is she?
"Lord Hades, Sage Kirkland's preliminary investigation results on this planet are out. Please go find the sage immediately to join him." "
Lord Hades? Lord Hades!!!"
"Get up, don't sleep. Come on, Hades!!!"
However, Jin's loud shout outside the door interrupted Hades' daze.
"Hey, hey, hey, it's coming, it's coming!"
Hades stood up quickly. No matter what, if he stayed for a month, he would have to join the fleet of another forging world.
Why did I have nightmares when I first came here?
Hades shook his head.
The worst he could do was find something wrong and run away early, Hades thought.
Death Guard Endurance, unknown.
"You said that the fleet that Hades was on lost communication?"
Mortarion knocked on the table unconsciously, with a slightly irritated frequency.
It's not uncommon for the ship to briefly lose communications.
Regional subspace storms and fluctuations in nearby stars may cause this phenomenon.
But time is running out.
The entire fleet of the Death Guard is busy undergoing pre-war modifications, strengthening defenses, and modifying engines. The meticulous tasks are handed down from the regiment commanders at all levels.
The Death Guard await their prey.
In the Galasper star field, those thick and majestic star cluster defenses are sleeping quietly.
As it got closer to the Galasper Starfield, Carastiphon began to hear some strange noises.
He blinked uneasily, instinct telling him that this was a problem on the psychic level.
But the previous events had broken his relationship with the Death Guard think tank, the Undertaker.
In desperation, Karastifon had to find another way. He tried to move in the area where the Death Guard stationed the untouchables.
The untouchables had not yet been trained, as these soulless ones were making it too difficult for others, so Mortarion decided to leave the matter to Hades.
As hard as it was, it did dampen those whispers.
Although reluctant, the daily whispers made Karas's mental state not good.
Maybe if Hades was here, he could ask Hades to help take a look.
Karas thought reluctantly.
Calastiphon sat in a dark corner of the area where the Untouchables were stationed, slowly awaiting his fate.
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