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Chapter 1807 Catalyst (Exhausted after visiting graves)

Duanmu Huai admitted that when humans unite around a certain goal, they can unleash powerful strength.

But he also knew that the human race itself was very complicated, especially in the downtown area, which was filthy, dirty, and full of toxic exhaust gas. Expecting everyone to work hard like a model worker, well...

If this was not in the Eye of Terror, Duanmu Huai might have been happy to issue an extermination order as a gift to the Fat Governor, but now, he had a new idea.

But before that, Duanmu Huai still had to go and see the "Dark Fortress".

Duanmu Huai borrowed an armored vehicle from the fat governor in the name of judge, and the latter was worried.

"Your Excellency the Judge, please forgive my rudeness, but there is really no need for you to go to that kind of place in person..."

"Whether it is necessary is up to me, not you, Governor."

Duanmu Huai placed his hand on the chainsaw sword and tapped it gently, using this method to remind the fat man in front of him who has the final say here.

"But there... well, you must be careful."

The fat governor wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything. Although he also wanted to send a planetary defense force to act with Duanmu Huai, Duanmu Huai refused this gesture of goodwill. He knew very well what was going on under the masks of those soldiers, and Duanmu Huai didn't want to worry about being shot from behind while investigating.

And it would be too much trouble to explain to the governor how his soldiers were killed.

Duanmu Huai has no talent for making up lies.

Duanmu Huai drove the armored vehicle alone out of the city and headed in the direction of the dark fortress. Fortunately or unfortunately, Duanmu Huai did not encounter any threats along the way. Except for the fact that he drove for too long and fell asleep several times and drove the car into the ditch next to him, everything was normal.

Thankfully, this armored vehicle is pretty sturdy.

When Duanmu Huai arrived at the "Dark Fortress", it was already ten hours later. The planet seemed to have a 48-hour day. Therefore, even though the time now showed that it should be the time for the good baby to go to bed, the shining purple light in the sky still illuminated the whole world, bringing a psychedelic and weird illusion.

But with the help of this light, Duanmu Huai could also clearly see the last traces of the warship.

I have to admit that the crash of this battleship is very clear. Standing on the top of the mountain, Duanmu Huai looked down. Not far in front of him, the Retribution-class battleship fell diagonally on the ground. There was a long gully behind it. Just by seeing this scene, Duanmu Huai could imagine what happened at that time—a huge metal battleship broke through the clouds and entered the gravity circle of this planet. The helmsman tried desperately to control the battleship and keep it as balanced as possible.

His efforts paid off. The battleship did not crash headfirst into the hard ground. Instead, it fell diagonally like a plane making an emergency landing. Its solid bow easily cut through the thick soil and rocks, leaving a gully on the ground that was several thousand meters long and stretched to the end of the horizon like a canyon.

Finally, it stopped here, its bow hitting the mountain wall next to it.

Then there was a large-scale battle and escape.

Duanmu Huai walked down the mountain path and moved forward along the path of his predecessors. As the saying goes, there is no road in the world, but when you walk more, there will be a road. Although this road is almost invisible, Duanmu Huai can still keenly capture its traces and move forward along it.

They chose to leave the battleship rather than repair it, which of course would have been nearly impossible given its current condition.

Duanmu Huai walked to the end of the mountain path, where there was a dark, dim, open steel door.

By the way, according to sensors and auspicious instruments, there is no lethal radiation or poison gas here.

Duanmu Huai walked through the steel gate and entered the depths of darkness.

The searchlight on his shoulder illuminated the dark passage, as if it was the first light to reappear here in centuries, but this memorable moment did not cause any special abnormality. Duanmu Huai grabbed the chainsaw sword and moved forward, staring at his surroundings.

There had been a battle here, more than one.

The bones in the corridor could explain this. Judging from the only clothes left on them, they should be slaves on the warship, or they could be guards. In short, they were running and shooting at the back with guns, as if something was chasing them.

As for what it is...

Duanmu Huai took a look at the skeletal remains lying beside the corridor, with a head like an oval winter melon, and looked away.

He was not surprised at all. It was obvious that something had appeared on the warship that shouldn't have appeared, and for some reason, the people in charge of monitoring hadn't noticed it, or at least by the time they found out, it was too late.

But this still cannot explain why this battleship was "forced to land" here. To be honest, if it directly turned into a pile of scrap metal in the high-altitude orbit, it would be more in line with Duanmu Huai's imagination.

So, what happened to this battleship?

Which legion does it belong to?

Along the way, Duanmu Huai did not find what he wanted. The warship was already rusty and looked like a pile of rotten bones. Duanmu Huai even doubted whether he would step on it and make a hole. He really hoped that there would be some monsters hidden in it like in those science fiction horror movies, so that he could kill some boring time.

Unfortunately, the divination instrument showed that apart from Duanmu Huai, there were no other signs of life here, not even a bug.

But just when Duanmu Huai walked to the middle of the warship, he found what he wanted.

A large group of corpses. Judging from the skulls, most of them were aliens. They died suddenly. And judging from the pile of bones, they didn't seem to be poisoned by gas or killed by grenades. Instead, they were torn apart by a powerful, sudden burst of power. Well, although Duanmu Huai wanted to say that psychics have this power, but... If psychics really have this power, then I'm afraid this ship would have been lost long ago.

What destroyed these aliens?

Duanmu Huai reached out his hand, pressed the wall, closed his eyes, and began to read the ancient and primitive memories that remained here.

Soon, the flashing lights of gunfire tore through the darkness.

Duanmu Huai could see that two teams of soldiers dressed the same were fighting each other in the corridor. There was no difference between the two teams, and it looked more like an internal fight or civil strife. Soon, one side was beaten back, and the other side pressed forward and poured its firepower completely into this not-so-wide corridor. The firepower network was so tight that not even a mosquito could fly in.

However, at this moment……

"clang---!"

A dull bell pierced through the tense air and echoed in the corridor. The sound was filled with an indescribable anger and sadness. At this moment, the sound seemed to have turned into a powerful force that actually existed, slapping the soldiers against the wall. Even the solid metal wall was torn apart by the sound of the bell.

"clang---!"

The ground began to collapse, and the two groups of people who were originally fighting each other did not care about giving each other the final blow. They barely attacked in the corridor or relying on supports. The lights in the corridor flickered, and it was obvious that no matter what the bell sounded, it brought an inevitable and devastating impact to the battleship.

"clang---!"

Then, the corridor began to tremble, and Duanmu Huai saw the crew members swaying and bumping back and forth like rag dolls under the action of gravity. It was obvious that the battleship was falling to the ground. The crew members inside had nothing to do except pray for the Emperor's mercy.

More crew members couldn't even withstand the power of the bell. Their bodies were crushed into pieces in the air by the echoing sound, turning into a pool of blurry flesh and blood smeared on the walls of the corridor.

Finally, with a roar, everything fell silent.

Duanmu Huai withdrew his hand and opened his eyes.

Well, just as I thought, this battleship obviously hides a secret.

As for where the secret is... this is what Duanmu Huai needs to find.

So he kept going.

To be honest, this journey was very boring for Duanmu Huai. He liked to walk in the wreckage and kill some aliens hidden in it, or blind space bandits, and evil god believers hiding in it. However, there were none of these things on this ship. It was so clean that it seemed to have been sterilized from beginning to end. Duanmu Huai doubted that he could not even find a bacterium that could be an opponent.

Oh, I can still find it.

Duanmu Huai stopped.

What appeared before him was no longer a skeleton, but a rotting corpse. He was wearing a worn-out protective suit and a mask. Duanmu Huai had seen this person in the downtown area of ​​the city before. Combined with the statements he had heard before, it was clear that the identity of this corpse was about to be revealed.

Duanmu Huai squatted down and looked at the body carefully. There were no external injuries. It was as if an ultrasonic hammer had smashed all the flesh and blood parts into a paste from the inside, not even the bones were spared. At the moment, the body was more like a sausage in a human skin. As long as the skin was torn, the flesh and bones inside would flow out in a fluid state.

This is obviously not some kind of weapon, it can only be the effect of psychic power.

Duanmu Huai stood up.

What he was looking for was just ahead.

"Boom."

Passing through the tattered metal door, Duanmu Huai rushed into the cabin in front of him. This was a cargo hold, and the goods inside were scattered around. There were some precious jewelry and metals, but Duanmu Huai didn't care about them. His eyes were straight at the shelf in the middle of the cargo hold.

There is a huge clock hanging above it.

It is larger than the bell of the Mechanicus, and is engraved with emblems and patterns from the Imperial State Religion. It looks ancient and sacred, and even in this dim cargo hold, it seems to be the only shining bright spot.

Duanmu Huai raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a strange smile. Then he walked forward, stretched out his hand, placed it on the surface of the clock, and closed his eyes.

Then, a blurry but extremely clear figure appeared in front of Duanmu Huai.

"To be honest, I'm not surprised at all."

Duanmu Huai looked at the figure in front of him, grinned and laughed out loud.

"But isn't it a little too cheap for you to live in a sacred object of the state religion that you once regarded as a scourge, old man?"