Pavian now entirely regarded Gao Yi as the avatar of the Omnissiah, and his present execution of Gao Yi's orders could be called all-out.
Twenty-four hours had passed.
A full 100 sets of CMC Combat Suits and weapons matching Space Marines had been transported off the production line and piled to the side.
The pity was that the metal directly usable on the upper deck was still limited. If they wanted to continue expanding production capacity, they might have to dismantle railings and strip wall panels.
However, even before Gao Yi proactively spoke of this work, Pavian was already doing it.
What were these surplus metal objects kept for? Entering the sacred STC was their best destination!
Aside from these most basic CMCs, Gao Yi also produced 30 sets of Firebat equipment and two sets of Medic equipment.
Compared to the light combat suits used by CMC-400 Space Marines, the ones worn by Firebats were CMC-660 heavy combat suits. On the premise of sacrificing mobility, they possessed thicker armor and better heat resistance, while the plasma fuel tanks carried on their backs provided energy for the Firebats' weapons: Dual Flame of Destruction Flamethrowers.
It looked like fire being sprayed out, but this flamer actually belonged to energy weapons. The energy flame produced by high-energy plasma was even more terrifying than flamethrowers using promethium as fuel in the Warhammer world.
Time was too pressing, so Gao Yi did not produce Marauders. Gao Yi did not think single-target heavy armor-breaking equipment like this could be useful now; it wasted too much time, and the C-14's power was already sufficient against current enemies.
Gao Yi contacted Veil and the others who were still fighting on the lower deck via the sound array.
Having fought for 24 consecutive hours, the crowd of machine gunners had long since exhausted their ammunition, starting to fight with the alloy bayonets on their guns and other weapons in the crew's hands.
Veil, servitors are transporting equipment down. Pick out the most elite warriors to change into the equipment, and Damon and his soldiers will act as your instructors! The time for a counterattack has come!
Hearing Gao Yi's words, Veil's spirit also lifted a little. Although he still didn't know what equipment Gao Yi spoke of, he also seemed to be slowly getting used to Gao Yi continuously bringing miracles.
Yet when set after set of combat suits were transported to the Lower Deck, Veil still couldn't help rubbing his eyes to confirm whether what he was seeing was real.
Does the warship really have this kind of production workshop? Didn't I just come down 24 hours ago, and the warship can already produce this kind of thing?
Veil froze in place, while Damon and the others began to replenish the ammunition on their bodies.
Without ammunition, relying solely on combat suits was not enough to make them form a crushing superiority over the enemy.
If not for the presence of the Medic, they would have already suffered attrition.
Veil, have your men come over. I'll tell them how to wear it and how to use it. Damn it, the bastards rushing up seem to be getting stronger; the situation of their physical mutations is accelerating visibly. Commander, we need to quickly resolve this riot!
Soon the selected soldiers stood in front of these combat suits.
These crew members had grown jealous long ago. Under normal circumstances, where would ordinary crew members like them be qualified to wear this kind of equipment similar to power armor?
Under Damon's guidance, one crew member after another put on the CMCs and picked up the C-14s.
The combat suits have various auxiliary functions. First try them out according to the guidance, and the most important thing is that you must familiarize yourselves with the weapons in your hands! Spike rounds, implosion rounds, depleted uranium rounds, flechette rounds, incendiary rounds—every kind of ammunition has its own use, and you'll just follow orders when the time comes!
The intelligence system and visual-auditory compensation system on the mask will let you completely hear my orders and know the status of your comrades. Those wearing Firebat suits, mind the energy tanks on your backs; if this thing gets blown up, no one can save you. Most importantly, be sure to be careful not to spray toward your comrades! Everyone listen up: in the event some idiot wearing a Firebat suit directs flames at you, you put him down! My team doesn't need trash like that!
Those two guys wearing Medic combat suits! Keep a close eye on your comrades, and stop touching the armor on your chest—this was originally meant for women to wear!
Amidst Damon's angry scolding, everyone quickly finished changing their gear. Although they weren't very familiar with it yet, they could also grasp it initially; they should become proficient after just one or two actual combat sessions, because the operational difficulty of this thing was close to foolproof. The early models of combat suits could be used even by people whose brains had been fried by stims.
Damon! The enforcers here are all familiar with the conditions of the Lower Deck; they're responsible for managing the people below on ordinary days! With them leading the way, you guys can definitely resolve this riot and find the source!
Veil had not changed his equipment. He still needed to stay here and be responsible for the coordination work. Gao Yi told him that new equipment would still be sent down, and the selection and deployment of personnel required him to do it personally.
And because of the appearance of Warp corruption, Eunice, who was a psykers, also came to the Lower Deck.
"Damon, I see the power belonging to the Chaos God gradually growing in the lowest depths. You must destroy the source; that location is at the very bottom of this warship. A terrifying existence is being bred, and you must hurry... Otherwise, a powerful daemon will tear the Gellar Field apart and arrive inside the warship, and by then, this will be a disaster... I hear it more and more clearly, the wild laughter belonging to the daemon. The Warp is corroding this warship, the Empire's loyal believers are being corrupted, and green threads fill the Lower Deck, but I also see golden and blood-red radiances—down below, there are still warriors loyal to the God-Emperor."
Damon didn't understand what the specific meaning of Eunice's words was, but he knew there was a powerful enemy waiting for them down below. Only after these humans from the Warhammer world heard Eunice's words did they appear unusually tense.
"I leave it to you, Damon! Once you breach in, the priests will purify the passages you clear, and the logistics troops will follow closely behind soon!"
Damon nodded toward Veil, then said to everyone who had finished changing their gear.
"Firebats in front! The rest protect the Medic! Move out!"
The soldiers who had finished changing started launching a countermeasure.
The CMC combat suits' CBRN equipment very well isolated the plague lingering in the air, except that as they went deeper, many fungi constantly spitting spores had already started to be produced on the walls and structures inside the warship.
The Imperial warriors wearing Firebats knew the terror of these things, and they unhesitatingly burned all the fungi visible to everyone's eyes with the flamers in their hands.
Damon also began to understand various information regarding the Warp during conversations with these Imperial soldiers.
As the fungi were burned, the ignited firelight also began to illuminate the dim Lower Deck. While purifying the virus, the flames were also dispelling the influence of the Warp; flames often had miraculous effects when countering Warp creations, and the surrounding virus concentration was visibly decreasing.
The area that should have originally had a large number of laborers was actually empty at this moment; instead, as far as the eye could see, a large number of massive rats were crawling around everywhere.
Yet as the team advanced, the tactical flashlights on the CMCs were like activating the entire area as people whose bodies were covered in pustules and sores walked out from the surrounding buildings. Their gazes had long since lost the spirited look belonging to humans, and in severe cases, horny spikes even grew on their bodies.
"Living dead. They're living dead; I've seen these bastards before."
A soldier's voice sounded in the comms.
"No matter what kind of garbage they are, take them down! Free fire!"
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