With a deafening boom, Gabriel's headless body crashed down like a small mountain, slamming brutally into the deck with a dull, bone-chilling impact.
"Captain Nack!"
"Captain Nack, are you all right?"
At that moment, every Star Space Marine witnessed Nack's grievous condition—half of his left arm had been cleanly severed! Everyone's faces changed in shock as they rushed toward Nack at top speed, calling out anxiously and asking after him.
Nack slowly raised what remained of his left arm, his brow deeply furrowed. Not because of the agonizing pain from the wound, but because of his extreme dissatisfaction with his own performance.
He had paid such a terrible price merely to kill a lackey of the False Emperor, losing an arm in the process. Nack was filled with frustration and self-reproach. He knew that he must have slackened in his recent training, leading to this wretched outcome.
At that moment, Nack's power armor detected its owner's injury and reacted swiftly. A syringe sprang from the armor's backpack and precisely injected a dose of hemostatic gel into Nack's wound.
The blood that had been pouring from his severed arm immediately stopped, and no more blood seeped out.
"I'm fine." Nack expressionlessly shook off the guard members who wanted to step forward and support him.
His voice was exceptionally calm, as if everything that had just happened were nothing more than a trivial matter. "It's only a minor injury. No need to make such a fuss."
A guard member hurried forward and carefully picked up the bloody half of Nack's arm from the floor. Looking at Nack, he said softly:
"Captain Nack, you should go receive treatment first. Although the arm has been severed, it can still be reattached if treated in time. It won't affect your strength."
Nack clenched his teeth,