The disruption field effortlessly passed through the chitinous carapace.
He subsequently withdrew his sword and turned sideways, letting the corpse brush past his side.
At that moment, lasguns in the shadows were also continuously firing, their intense heat licking the armor on Lancelot’s body.
It was just a pity that the power of the mortal weapons these guys could get their hands on was too weak.
Lancelot didn’t even care.
The moment the corpse hit the ground, his blade had already slashed out diagonally, cleaving open the second one that was closely following it from the shoulder.
A rain of blood sprayed.
The scarlet lasfire formed radial flowers on his pitch-black power armor, but slid off along the curved surface of the ceramite, not leaving a single trace!
Lancelot rapidly launched a sudden assault.
After realizing they could not escape, the third, fourth, and fifth ones also lunged forward at the same time.
Lancelot took a step to the left.
This step was not large, just enough to dodge the attacks.
The next moment, his power sword drew a perfect arc in the air.
First, he severed the fourth one’s forearm from the bottom up.
In the instant he grabbed the severed limb as it flew up, the blade had already leveraged the rotational force of his body to cleave into the fifth one’s spine.
The sound of the bones was like snapping wet wood.
Lancelot retracted his sword and thrust out his left palm, pressing it against the lower jaw of the third monster as it turned back to pounce again.
Its claws waved frantically, the closest distance to his helmet being only one centimeter.
However, that one centimeter could never be crossed because Lancelot had already smashed its entire head backward, exposing its throat.
The sword tip pierced in and withdrew; the corpse collapsed at his feet.
From start to finish, it took no more than three seconds.
Six Stealers lay dead on the ground.
These were probably first-generation hybrid Stealers, but there was only a small faction lurking here.
What was this situation?
Lancelot pondered, and right at that moment, a few intermittent sounds finally rang out on the vox-channel.
The fleet command center had finally restored communications.
“All units, please respond if you receive this; all units, please respond if you receive this!
This is the ship’s command center!
I am the First Officer.
The command center is under control, but the Captain has already given his life for the Emperor due to an assassination.
The ship’s power system is currently paralyzed!
I need soldiers and members of the Adeptus Mechanicus to go repair the ship’s power system!” The message came through the vox-channel.
The commander of the Death Korps of Krieg initiated an exchange with them.
After Lancelot listened carefully and determined that the other party was indeed on the loyalist side, he personally spoke with him.
“Report the current situation, mortal.” A special vox-source connected to the channel.
The identification authentication belonging to an Astartes instantly lifted everyone’s spirits!
“Lord Angel?!
Wonderful!
No wonder the Greenskin Ork offensive has been weakened!” The officers’ joyful voices emerged from the vox-channel.
Even though the Astartes identification appearing in the cogitator system was unusually ancient and seemed completely unable to match any existing Chapter authentication, based on certain characteristics, the one appearing here was still a loyal Dark Angel!
In an instant, everyone on this ship seemed to have found their pillar of support.
In the grim darkness of 40K, people believed in the God-Emperor.
As an Angel of the Emperor, Lancelot’s appearance was just like a devout believer seeing an angel from a cathedral relief personally descend to aid them in battle!
A massive amount of information also began to be transmitted to Lancelot’s ears through the newly restored vox-channel.
To put it simply, this information revealed that the previous disconnection of the bridge command center was due to a rebellion erupting internally.
A First Officer suddenly attacked with xenos and slaughtered the Captain, leading the four-armed xenos forces in an attempt to seize control of the warship.
But because the Greenskins suddenly changed the direction of their offensive, the rebellion had now been suppressed, and the loyalists had regained control.
Thinking about it this way, it was probably the handiwork of the Genestealers.
But to seize power at this critical juncture of being attacked by Greenskin Orks obviously also meant the situation was extremely dire.
Through the vox-channel, Lancelot learned that the most severe problem currently facing this Cobra-class destroyer was some malfunctions in its power system.
And for a human ship to be immobilized inside Ork territory, the ultimate fate of this ship at the hands of those warlike Orks would be self-evident.
Perhaps the Stealers, whose core focus is continuation, launched the rebellion just to snatch the quotas for the escape pods?
A trace of unease surged in Lancelot’s heart.
In the territory of the Greenskin Orks, the only hope for survival for a stalled ship was to receive help from other human fleets.
But would allied reinforcements possibly appear?
Lancelot felt the possibility was slim.
Even though this warship had already sent out astropathic distress signals, their current location was far too unique, or rather, far too dangerous.
If there was something on the ship that absolutely had to be rescued, that would be one thing, but Lancelot had already learned from the Company Commissar of the Death Korps of Krieg that this ship was nothing more than an ordinary vessel.
The most precious thing was merely the ship itself, but when the ship itself was already heavily damaged, the tens of thousands of mortals aboard instead became a burden.
Mortals are too cheap for the current Imperium.
He could, however, have the astropaths on this ship broadcast his identity as a Fallen Angel to the outside world.
If he did so, it would immediately attract that bunch of Dark Angels to come to their aid at all costs.
However, his own situation might become a bit dangerous by then.
He could only say that this proposal needed to be shelved for later consideration…
Lancelot advanced rapidly towards the bridge.
Even amidst his storm-like sword swings…
his superhuman brain continuously pondered means to break the deadlock.
However, in Lancelot’s thoughts, he never held any hope for the currently bloated and rotting Imperium.
Therefore, if he wanted to save himself now, he had to pray that those Tech-Priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus could repair this ship, and ensure that this ship would not encounter attacks from other Greenskin Orks during the repair process.
This possibility was even smaller, though not non-existent.
It mainly depended on the skill level of the Mechanicus members on this ship…
but if the situation was truly critical, then he could only pin his hopes on the Dark Angels.
Lancelot let out a breath of stale air.
But right at that moment, the officer’s exclamation came through the vox-channel.
“Lord Angel!
We have received a new message!
A nearby Astartes Chapter has responded to our distress call!” “What?!” After hearing this news, Lancelot only felt it was unbelievable, but the next moment he felt a chill run down his spine.
Could it be the Dark Angels’ fleet?!
Don’t tell me that right after I transmigrated, I’ve already been locked onto by those guys?!
Such lightning-fast thoughts flashed through his mind, but Lancelot still wanted to confirm exactly who the other party was.
“Their affiliation?” “They call themselves the Lamenters Chapter!” Thaniel_a_goodchild much appreciated!!