Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 408: Still Jumping to Help
"The ancient information fragments about the Vesalius have been reconfirmed from the storage transferred from the Martian database. It was once a Gladius-class frigate belonging to the Adeptus Astartes. So the content scanned by our array is abnormal."

The personnel gathered in the mobile fortress's transport room were listening to the final pre-war briefing at the same time.

"The normal design space of the Gladius class simply does not allow more than 200 Space Marines to board it normally, and the Chaos class is not allowed either. Because they are usually designed to carry only one combat squad, or at most two squads of combat monks, and most of the time the combat monks will be scattered in various important positions to supervise the slaves and servitors who operate the entire ship."

The calmest speech still came from Iron Captain Ravus. Obviously, compared with others, Ravus, as a combat officer who often traveled to various parts of the starry sky, was more willing to listen to his opinions on this matter even for Malkan Ferros.

"So how do we explain the large number of corrupted people shown by the long-distance scanning array?"

"It may be that they just happened to be on board temporarily. If they were on board for a long time, I really can't imagine what the situation inside would be like."

"An oversized sardine can filled with disinfectant, perfume or fecal element... or a partially corrupted person doesn't actually need that much space to move around." As if thinking of something, the silver-white metal face that the Iron Hands now looked at with reverence and admiration every day became gloomy like a living person, and the mini silent motors assigned to each bionic muscle and nerve on the face turned everything into a perfect metal replica of a flesh and blood body.

"Fabius Bile was very keen on conducting various experiments on his brothers and cousins ​​with other creatures."

The implications behind that statement were so horrific that even Malkan Ferros's thoughts on the data stream started to tingle beneath his iron skull as he tried to stretch the meaning.

Although the body of Saint Ferrus is now much more flexible than the original Contemptor Dreadnought, considering the cramped internal passages and space of the Dagger-class, the Iron Hands' boarding team is destined to not have too many people.

Just as Alvian Raus pointed out - if the modification method was based on common sense, no matter how much it was reinforced and the series of ugly bulging cabins were installed on both sides, the ship's essential foundation was still a Gladius-class frigate, not even a Moon-class. The number of people it carried, both mortals and Astartes, was seriously overloaded, which made people feel that if they teleported up, they might appear in the middle of a group of enemies and be unable to move, or even worse, merge with one or more enemies. Although similar teleportation accidents are rare, they have happened.

However, the fact that the boarding torpedoes carrying their Gene-Father, the Saint, had a high probability of being destroyed mid-flight was even more unacceptable to the Iron Hands.

Finally, after a large number of simulations, calculations and probability comparisons (although the results were obtained instantly in a matter of seconds, which seemed like a blink of an eye to mortals), they chose to use the powerful teleportation room in the clan fortress for the teleportation.

There is no other reason. According to the online calculations of the Iron Fathers, if all the named leaders among their group joined the same boarding team, then the probability of teleportation accidents of the team would be infinitely close to zero. It is very strange, but the massive amount of actual combat data they have collected over the past ten thousand years supports this conclusion with the proportion of "actual examples".

Therefore, since Saint Vyland, who was carrying Ferrus, was determined to board the ship to personally confirm and kill Fabius Bile, a notorious target who was closely related to Slaanesh, the most feared and hated force of the Iron Hands, the composition of the boarding team was not surprising.

There were five members in total, a very standard composition, including the Iron Father and Forge Master of the Lakuan Clan, Malkan Ferros, Iron Captain Alvern Raus, Lakuan's Chief Think Tank Trazi, Karagu Clan Captain Bask Karagu, and Fulgrim Ishtar himself.

Considering that no one except Basque had ever left the Holy Mountain but he was at least an important figure with a name and surname, he was chosen to make up the fifth person. This captain who had been disguised as an ordinary Iron Hands sergeant surprised Fulgrim a little when he introduced himself. At the same time, he quickly recalled whether he had revealed any flaws. Garuda instantly interrupted the Fearless Phoenix who was beginning to think wildly with a pulse.

"My friend, Basque Karagu is one of the first Iron Sons to support the body you are in as 'my' Saint. Don't worry, he will find a good reason for you."

"Thank you for your comfort, my friend. Now that you say so, I choose to believe your opinion about your offspring."

Phoenix then externalized the pronunciation channel to the upper level so that his beautiful and infectious voice could reach every team member.

"So what is the conclusion of the online planning meeting now, Lavus?"

"The rib cage-like part that the sensor cannot penetrate contains a large amount of high-strength organic molecules, but the pollution level is too serious. Analysis shows that it may be similar to the corrupted Eldar bones. Therefore, there may be more than just traitors and corrupt elements on this ship."

The team members' multiple red eyepieces or artificial eyes flashed back and forth due to frequent data exchanges and calculations. Many of them did not wear helmets. It was not that helmets were unnecessary, but because they looked like they still had a layer of human flesh and blood, which might only be a quarter of the entire head or could not be visually detected. And the Chief Think Tank of Lakuan, who had just recovered, was stuffed with a position rosary made in the shape of a gear, a belt, and an anti-psychic grenade on the belt that was obtained from somewhere. In theory, this string of things looked like the kind that only the Qiu Lisas assassin would carry from the perspective of the auspicious instrument.

"Considering that it is such a small ship, there are so many things on it that it is hard to say that there are many hidden talents. But five of us are enough. After all, a planet only needs..." The speaker suddenly stopped this sentence and changed it into an order to set off.

"Prepare to teleport. After all, you have to see it with your own eyes to know what is going on. I would not be surprised if any place where Fabius Bile stays is contaminated by some unimaginable biological situation. Have you all filled your promethium fuel tanks?"

Everyone nodded, then stood at the designated position on the transmission platform one by one and got ready.

"And, Traci. When you use those grenades on your belt, be sure to point them in the direction of the enemy."

They heard the Sage of Ferrus say before the white light and ozone haze of the teleportation engulfed each of them.

(End of this chapter)