Chapter 542

Although we witnessed many deaths along the way, the two teams finally met without danger.

On the one hand, many soldiers have no experience in fighting gene thieves, which will only increase casualties.

On the other hand, the internal structure of the hull is narrow, and the number of people often has no advantage. On the contrary, there are many places conducive to ambush. At least there must be terminator level protection to be able to fight under the ambush of gene thieves.

Throughout the history of the Empire, the vast majority of battle groups used the strategy of elite terminator team jumping to deal with gene thieves in waste ships.

Of course, there are successes and failures.

But in general, the deployment of terminator team is the best tactical scheme without directly destroying the waste ship.

However, it was not only another team that joined soshyan, but also another technology priest who followed the team, dieterian.

The two engine attendants worked diligently without thinking, and their actions were completely subject to the signal control board in dieterian's skinny hand.

Drills, saws, laser cutters and plasma burners heated the air around the two bionic slaves, and they chiseled a path through another twisted wall.

The tech heretic saw all this through emerald eyes - his eyes were carved into layers of lenses and fixed in the sockets of his reconstructed face.

Dieterian shaped his body according to strict standards. According to the standards of human intelligence, the chart he designed to build his body is closer to art than engineering. This is the effort necessary to survive with the astates for centuries. A person lacks the immortality allowed by their genetically forged physiological function.

He knew that he made people feel uneasy. He was familiar with the impact of his appearance on ordinary people. The equations in his mind that simulated biological thinking patterns did not find an answer to correct this adverse effect, and he was not sure whether it was correct - but he remembered one thing.

Fear has its use when it is harvested by others.

This is a lesson he learned from his association with Night Lords.

After making sure that there was no problem with the work of the two machine servants, dieterian tilted his head to his principle supervisor, Loken.

Because the other party's position in the organization is much higher than him, he should show a little respect.

"Reverend Loken."

As soon as he spoke, the man was obviously frightened, and the engine attendants went on working.

"What's up?"

Realizing that his reaction was a little humiliating, Loken coughed twice and nodded in response.

The corridor they occupy is low, claustrophobic and scary.

Astats are busy elsewhere, patrolling nearby rooms.

"Speaking of it, do you know why the commander of soshyang war took you with him in this dangerous operation? Everyone knows that you are not... Keen on fighting."

Loken didn't answer immediately. He had a hunch that the other party was a little ill intentioned to ask this question.

In his eyes, dieterian is an ugly thing made of black metal, liquid filled wires and polished chromium. He is covered with metal skeleton and its circulation system, and hidden under a thick old robe as red as blood.

Loken has always believed that a person must have an abnormal sense of humor to reshape his body into a bionic replica similar to an insect in the pre imperial era.

But he never shared the joke.

For a time, dieterian's glasses were dark red, probably cut from gemstones.

This is by no means a permanent feature. It often turns green, blue or transparent, showing the metal wire behind it and connecting at least part of the human brain.

"Commander Zhan told me that it comes from my excellent technology and Research on ancient science and technology."

Loken was proud to say what he thought was true.

"I believe I can make an approximate analysis."

Dieterian smiled, and the hum was like a communicator slipping from the correct frequency, which hidden a mockery.

Anger emboldened Loken. Although the traitor was bound in the shackles of serving for the star knights, Loken had every right to teach him a lesson, which was the power given to him by soshyan.

"Dieterian, you'd better be careful what you say next."

"I mean no harm, it's just a logical inference, because you are human."

The skinnless guy turned away his skull smile and looked at his servant again.

"Human, no shell, no metal, your blood, heartbeat, sweat and breath - all these biological details will be detected by the predatory alien species on this waste ship."

"Dieterian."

Feeling uneasy, Loken turned and looked back at the corridor they had walked through.

"You're talking nonsense again."

"I have deeply studied the species of tyron. Before this action, I adjusted my stimulation array to be similar to that of gene stealers. My auditory receptor can receive your breath, just like the wind in nature, and your heartbeat is like the primitive drum of primitive culture... If I feel it, Reverend Loken, I assure you I feel it, then you should know that many people live in The creatures on this ruins also have this feeling. "

Loken snorted and tried not to guess. Soshyang's idea of using him as bait was really

In the distance, the bomb gun suddenly began to roar.

Loken trembled at the noise, and then he saw soshyan return here.

"Did the aliens appear?"

Loken tried to make his voice less nervous.

"Some are dead now."

Due to the low temperature in the cabin, the cylindrical hood on soshyan's back occasionally emits smoke from the gap of the exhaust port.

Soshyan glanced at the working engine servants. They had cut the bulkhead.

"The channel is open?"

"Already open."

Nodding, soshyan chose to move in this way in order to avoid the channel that is easy to be ambushed.

The gene thieves on the ship have 100% sensed them. These aliens will ambush on the way they think they must go, but soshyan doesn't go like this.

He chose to break the bulkhead to move to the next area.

"Let's go to the machinery room to see if we can restore some power. As long as the lights are lit, the threat of abnormity will be much smaller."

"Understand."

At this time, a more violent roar of explosive guns came from the distance. In addition to various tactical passwords, astat's vague curses were mixed in the communicator.

"These things are stunted and weak. They look almost old."

"The alien population of gene stealers on board may have existed for hundreds of years. Without prey, they have no power. Although they are old and frail, they are still fatal."

"It's not a struggle yet."

Finally, the chatter of the blaster disappeared.

The terminators returned to their starting place again.

After that, they entered a large room through the passage opened by the machine servant. There were a towering generator and a wall mounted plasma chamber - the mixture of liquid and gas rolled in the depths of the glass chamber, emitting a faint orange light.