On the road to the engine room, there was a place where several sections converged.
It was a square area.
The four sides were wide walkways with railings. Standing at the edge and looking up, you could see the underside of the command deck at the very top of the battleship. Looking down, you could see the bottom deck.
Crimson eagles ran about on different levels of the junction.
Heavy weapons had been set up beside the railings on every level, all aimed at the northern passageway exit.
Lu Jin advanced along the passageway and stopped here. One glance outside told him the place was definitely an ambush site.
But as he turned to signal the prisoners not to go out, he saw the Lamenter swagger right out, casually taking the black box off his back and setting it by the corner.
A gunshot rang out.
The Lamenter's shoulder armor shattered, and a round struck him in the chest. He toppled backward.
The prisoners rushed out at once and dragged back the man who had saved them.
"Leave me!"
"Let me die!"
The Lamenter shouted as he raised his Bolter and returned fire. After only a few shots, the Bolter in his hands was shot to pieces.
Lu Jin immediately realized the man had a death wish.
He darted out of the passageway.
In this Saturnine armor, there was no need for him to use a psychic barrier. The thermal-diffraction field broke down the energy of incoming projectiles, and even plasma weapons could only turn into a layer of flowing blue energy across the surface of his Power Armor.
The mechanical arm Damian had built held a Sceptre and aimed at a spot high in the darkness.
Psychic fire shot out, crossing a distance of over a thousand meters, but