Chapter 286

Because the power supply system was damaged, the lights were extinguished here. Judge Marcus blinked, adjusted the night vision compensation of his tactical eyepiece, and pushed forward carefully.

Although he knew his luck had been bad, he didn't expect it to be so bad.

Originally thought that the station was still under the control of loyalists. Unexpectedly, as soon as the front foot arrived, the star armies at the back foot collapsed and fled to the West Bank of the river.

Marcus promised that if he was with the guy who commanded the battle, he would kill the bastard without hesitation. (the tiger body of a big cap shakes)

Even worse, some bastard blew up all the bridges on the river.

So he and his entourage were thrown directly on the West Bank.

Even if so, those star armies completely destroyed the power generation system of the station before they left, which completely failed Marcus's plan to use high-power communicator.

So now the only thing he can do is to leave this ghost place full of heresy and demons, and then go to his second safe house, where he hid a shuttle to help him leave the planet.

He has no hope of victory, and he doesn't care about those star armies. He just needs to wait for the extinction fleet of the trial court to arrive, and then destroy the whole planet and everything above.

This is the only plan he feels feasible at present.

So after lurking near the station for some time, he plans to use the station's drainage system to reach a river embankment one kilometer away, and then cross the riverbed when night comes.

Now they are in the drainage system of the station.

This is an ancient system that has been transformed many times. A large number of passages extend underground. Some have collapsed because of disrepair, and some have been abandoned before construction. He must find the correct route in complex and strange terrain.

This is almost impossible for a normal person, but Marcus obviously does not belong to a "normal person".

They are now located in the center of the drainage system, channel 2, all the way down - about 500 meters, and its branches connect with smaller channels, each sealed by rusty iron doors.

"Did you find anything?"

Verne, the boss, said cautiously that he had been nervous since he came here - Verne had mild claustrophobia because of his early service experience. According to him, he had been trapped in a small cargo hold for five days.

"No, there are no signs of life."

Marcus said, move on.

The team walked slowly down the central passage, and Marcus could hear the faint sound of fighting outside through psionic perception.

At least those guys didn't retreat without resistance, which attracted the enemy's attention, but Marcus felt that even if they withdrew to the other side of the river, there would be no good results. There were too many heretics, and they would be submerged sooner or later - even if they blew up the only bridge.

"The third room on the right."

Halfway through, Marcus whispered, pointing to a pair of sliding doors 30 meters ahead.

Everyone moved forward cautiously, but somehow Marcus seemed to hear a faint hiss, like the static sound of a machine.

He stopped and turned to ask:

"Did you hear that?"

Chandler stared at him with a blank face.

"Hear what?"

"Nothing."

Marcus, don't look back and move on.

"It may be auditory hallucination."

They reached the passage, and the door was locked and latched, just like other turnouts.

"Back."

Marcus finished and took out the professional door breaking strong acid capsule from his belt. If you use a gun in this place, the sound will spread far and may cause unnecessary trouble.

As he moved, he suddenly heard a dull bang, followed by the rapid movement of the stale air.

So Marcus instinctively turned around and held a gun with one hand.

"What --"

He spoke and saw something flash by.

"Target!"

Cried Verne, firing with a rifle.

A burst of laser smashed down the channel and crashed on the wall with a tinkle.

Chandler joined him and opened fire into the darkness. A firestorm broke out in the narrow space.

"Cease fire!"

Marcus shouted that Malthus, who had escaped the needle pistol, did not pull the trigger.

The last echo of the shooting died down, the underpass sank into darkness again, and plumes of smoke rose from the devastated ground.

Verne tried to replace his rifle with a new energy clip.

"What is that?"

Malthus muttered that he saw nothing, which was unacceptable to an assassin.

Marcus's mind ran at high speed, thinking about what could get so close without leaving any trace in his mind.

With this in mind, he raised his hand and pressed the eyepiece. He felt the hot, dusty air washing his face. After stripping the artificial coloring of the night vision, everything was black.

He still saw no sign of anything that had just tried to attack them.

At this moment, the judge felt his vulnerability as a mortal - almost blind, trapped underground with something he couldn't feel.

"What are you doing?"

Chandler looked at him suspiciously.

"My teacher once told me that when everything else was useless."

As Marcus answered, he reached out and took out a special low-intensity incendiary bomb and lit it - a tribunal specific incendiary bomb made of the psychic's brain marrow that can illuminate something imperceptible.

"Just use those natural eyes, which are a gift given to us by the emperor."

He threw the incendiary bomb into the long corridor and listened to it bounce on the wall.

It was burning vigorously, casting a dark red light around it. During the short illumination time, Marcus suddenly concentrated and spread his psionic field.

For a moment, he finally saw something black, crouching on the ground ten meters away, tightly pressing the wall in the distance.

It is a human like thing, but it has a snake shaped lower body and six arms. The lines on the body are like the veins composed of silver silk threads and nodes.

As soon as the fire went out, the figure jumped up from the wall and rushed towards them.

"Fire!"

The enemy jumped at them and ran at a strange speed in the light of the fire.

Verne hit it and hit its left shoulder, but it moved on without any impact.

"Kill it!"

Marcus retreated as he opened fire, aiming at the flickering outline of the figure - he was really unlucky enough to run into a demon in such a place.

Then Verne suddenly screamed.

Marcus saw the sharp claws of steel flash in the dark and cut apart Verne's armor as if it were a piece of paper.

"Old pipe!"

He shouted, feeling something strange behind him. He twisted his waist and shot, but there was no gunshot - his magazine had been empty.

The enemy was staring at him. At that moment, the masked face was illuminated by fire.