(10/20, 6 more chapters will be added tomorrow)
"Okay! Next one!"
"Ship No. 3! Get ready for inspection!"
The loading operation entered the final stage amidst harsh mechanical noise.
The automatic crane of the processing station dumped the last bucket of black waste into the cargo hold of Transport Ship. Zorge huddled among the waste, feeling the burning of the waste on his body.
He could feel someone checking the outside of Transport Ship, and they were very close to him.
"Drip, drip, drip, drip..."
The scanner was scanning the hull, and Zorge's whole body couldn't help but tense up.
If that moment really comes, he will use the floor of the cargo bay as a springboard for an attack, pounce on the nearest enemy, and seize the weapons point outside the checkpoint or the nearest spaceship as quickly as possible.
The sound of the scanner swept over the cargo hold Shell, and the invisible detection ripple penetrated through the waste pile and produced a First Company series of weak reflection signals with the black powder.
However, unexpectedly, with a vague "beep" sound, the operator of the scanner said something, and Transport Ship was released.
Zorge breathed out very slowly.
He could feel Transport Ship's engine starting to run again, a steady thrust coming from the bottom of the ship, and the entire barge slowly accelerating away from the gate.
His final plan was not triggered.
Transport Ship is moving along the scheduled Shipping Routes, getting further and further away from Gungnir.
Those sealed metal passages, corridors full of sentries, and the search teams of Raven Guard and Sons of Horus were all left far behind him.
He was still buried in that layer of black waste, but he knew that he had escaped.
Ten minutes later, Zorge was ready.
Transport Ship emits a low vibration, which is a signal that it is slowing down and preparing to dock with the recycling bin.
The docking guidance light of the waste recycling station lit up from the window, and a wide receiving corridor emerged in front of Transport Ship.
The moment Transport Ship approached the recycling bin, Zorge rushed out.
He suddenly lifted up the cargo hold full of pollutants and rushed out of the cargo hold.
His Helmet didn't have time to fasten it at that moment, his cheeks were covered with black powder, and there was still blood oozing from the wound at the corner of his mouth.
He didn't stop when he landed, or even adjusted his posture, and went straight to the cockpit.
There are five crew members in total.
The first Mortals driver was lowering his head to adjust the docking parameters. Zorge's Spear had penetrated through the crack in the door and reached the back of his neck.
No warning, no redundant action.
The driver swooped forward on Control Console, and Butchery started.
As soon as the second crew member stood up from his seat, he was hit by a spear shaft and his head was shattered under the impact. The whole person flew upside down and smashed through a partition window.
The final sound of a gun being drawn came from the rear of the cabin, but Zorge didn't give the man any chance to react.
His Spear penetrated the partition between the cockpit and the tail compartment, and directly penetrated the body of the man holding the gun.
In less than thirty seconds, there was no enemy standing in the cockpit.
Zorge There is no time to count the results.
He quickly sat in the driver's seat, quickly took over the control with both hands, and forcibly disconnected the automatic docking program.
He pushed the joystick and pulled Transport Ship away from the docking channel of the recycling station. The engine roared sharply under overload, and the hull was thrown sideways like an enraged wild horse, away from the gravity capture range of the recycling station.
He fled here without hesitation in Transport Ship, leaving all the warning lights and communication requests of the recycling bin in the darkness behind him.
Escaped Gungnir, escaped the lock range of the recycling bin, and escaped into the vast universe.
At this moment, the only sounds left in the cockpit were the low hum of the instruments and Zorge's own heavy breathing on the seat.
He didn't know where to go.
He didn't know that Imperium was fighting a civil war, but he didn't know which Star Cluster had fallen into the hands of Rebel Forces and which ones were still loyal to Emperor.
If he rashly approaches any occupied Star System, what is waiting for him may be an interrogation room, an execution table, or a Torpedo called from Orbit.
He doesn't even know what the future will hold.
While thinking, Zorge looked down at his injury.
The old wound on the abdomen has completely deteriorated, and the substances contaminated by the Gungnir core in the waste have penetrated into every inch of the connection between muscles and bones.
He removed some of the contaminants that were visible, but the remaining corrosive material had penetrated deeply into the tissue.
The skin in that area showed an abnormal gray-black color, with light yellow pus constantly exuding from the edges, and the surrounding muscles had lost their normal elasticity as if they had been soaked in acid.
When his fingers touched the wound, he felt waves of numbness. At this time, Zorge's consciousness was being eroded bit by bit by the spreading corruption, but his eyes were still fixed on the Navigation screen.
In a desperate situation, Zorge made a bold decision.
Instead of drifting aimlessly in this nameless Stars, passively waiting for fuel to run out or wounds to completely swallow his life, it is better to bet everything on a Warp voyage.
He started the Navigation system and searched for the nearest Mandeville Point on the nearby Star Chart.
That point is the springboard for Warp's voyage, which means that he can cut into Warp here and enter another Star System from a path that cannot be traced.
There might be dangers on that road, and he might hit Warp Storm, but at least he could leave the area as quickly as possible, leaving every second where his injuries could continue to worsen.
Just do it.
After Transport Ship approached the nearest Mandeville Point, Zorge started Warp Engine without hesitation.
Immediately afterwards, the entire Transport Ship gave out a deep tremor.
A lilac light spread from the outside of the ship's hull, stripping away its connection with Realspace.
The next second, Transport Ship was involved in Warp.
The twisted wave instantly swallowed the hull of the ship.
The purple light outside the cockpit suddenly became sharp and dazzling, and all the Star Chart and Navigation readings turned into a mass of uninterpretable noise.
At this time, the wound began to worsen.
Zorge curled up in the driver's seat, his fingers tightly grasping the edge of the seat armrest.
He could feel the unique unstable low-frequency vibration of Warp coming from the deck under his feet, but he could no longer pay attention to any data on Shipping Routes.
The waste melted away everything in his body.
Zorge felt that his flesh and blood were being dissolved layer by layer from the inside out by an invisible acid.
He could feel that half of his body seemed to be rotten, from his abdomen to his left rib and then to his entire left leg. The feeling of loss was spreading up the side of his body.
He couldn't even lift his left arm to confirm what was going on there.
The feeling coming from the forearm is like being connected to a rotten wooden stake.
When Transport Ship, loaded with scraps, passed through Warp alone, Zorge's consciousness could no longer be maintained.
His head slowly lowered, and the light in front of his eyes changed from purple to black, and finally returned to nothingness again.
He fainted.
And at the moment when he lost consciousness, in front of him, deep in the Warp wave, a huge Fleet was coming out of another channel.
That's Fleet Group with the Word Bearers logo.
Countless ship hulls are covered in golden energy, and the layers of armored decks and Macro-cannon arrays cast solemn silhouettes in the purple light of Warp.
The leader of Fleet obviously also discovered Zorge.