Russ stood in the ruins where the flames were gradually extinguishing, maintaining the posture of holding Battle Axe, and his eyes fell on the position where the cyan figure that had completely disappeared originally stood.
Between the billowing smoke and the scorching embers, only the metal blackened by the explosion and the shattered carapace remained.
He waited for a few seconds, waiting for the man who disappeared in the flames to come out of the smoke again, but there was no sound in response to his waiting.
This guy... committed suicide?
Russ is a little confused.
He has seen countless ways to die, but he has never seen a Primarch take the initiative to face the ax blade, and then disappear in the flames of the explosion in front of the enemy.
The Battle Axe in his hand was slowly lowered, and the ax blade glowed dimly in the heat.
He knew that Omega was deeper and unpredictable than he showed, but he still couldn't convince himself that the figure was really dead.
In the final analysis, this Primarch is his brother after all.
Russ could only watch as Omega's figure completely disappeared into the gradually dimming flames.
The breath belonging to Omega in the air has dispersed, like a trace blown away by the wind.
Regardless, the battle here is over.
Russ withdrew his gaze, turned to face the passage he came from, and prepared to leave.
There is still a more important task on his shoulders. After confirming that the destruction here is complete, he must immediately go to other battlefields.
Just as he took a step forward, the soles of his feet stepped on the charred floor.
At this moment, a burst of light suddenly appeared in Reactor.
First, there was a layer of orange-red light at the edge of the pipe joint, and then, like a spreading wave, that layer of light climbed up the wall along the metal surface, climbed over the broken beams, and finally converged on the surface of the furnace core.
The consequences of the entire Reactor's interior completely disintegrating due to the two people's fight were revealed at this moment.
The pipe walls of all cooling pipes have been shattered by impact and cutting, and the delivery of coolant has been interrupted for a long time.
Most of the physical restraint structure that kept the Reactor shell intact was destroyed, the furnace's magnetic field stabilizer was split open, and all the control logic for stroke stability was crushed to pieces in the battle of Primarch.
The core that has lost its cooling restraint begins to heat up uncontrollably. Those tens of millions of degrees of core are like an unshackled beast, slowly and irreversibly awakening.
The overheated system is completely unable to suppress the tens of millions of degrees of the core.
Every second, more heat seeps out of the core, the density of high-energy radiation rises sharply, and a dark red halo begins to appear on the metal surface.
In front of Russ, the entire Reactor is turning into a giant boiler with a melting core.
In the core of Gungnir, the energy generated is comparable to that of thousands of Stars being ignited at the same time, and that energy is being bound in a layer of shell that is getting thinner.
Once that shell breaks, huge energy will be released with an intensity that surpasses all explosions, completely erasing everything around it.
Dip! Dip! Dip! Dip!
The harsh Alarm instantly resounded Gungnir.
Gigahertz alarms were connected to all cabin sections, and red warning lights lit up in every corridor, flashing repeatedly at a panic-inducing frequency.
Mortals or Tech-Priest are fighting, or Space Marine is fighting. Everyone has sensed the threat.
This threat is more like a biological instinct, a danger signal rising from the depths of the bone marrow. The entire Gungnir is turning into a beast that is about to explode, and all of them are in its belly.
The sounds of gunshots and metal collisions that were being exchanged on the battlefield were briefly stagnant. The movements of the soldiers on both sides stopped for a moment, and everyone felt the vibration and heat coming from under their feet.
The one who feels the most is Leman Russ, which is closest to Reactor.
The aura of terror spread from Reactor, rushing through the broken bulkheads and twisted pipes like a wave, wrapping his entire body.
That breath carried suffocating heat, radiation and some more primitive sense of oppression.
Russ's heart beat violently in his chest, and every one of his intuitive nerves was sending out the same signal.
run.
This is Russ's only thought.
He doesn't need Sensors, he doesn't need data, he doesn't need any instruments to tell him what's going on here.
He can feel it.
He could feel the expanding destruction deep in the furnace looking for an exit.
Russ didn't hesitate for a second.
He turned around suddenly and strode toward the nearest passageway, his steps heavy and rapid.
His voice roared out through Communications Channel: "Everyone, evacuate immediately!"
Drip! Drip! Drip! Drip! Drip!
The harsh Alarm is like a reminder, echoing repeatedly between each bulkhead.
The Space Wolvess who were fighting decisively heard their Primarch orders.
Their wild intuition allowed them to detect this dangerous signal immediately.
They did not hesitate, did not try to pursue the enemy who had fallen into chaos, but turned around from their respective battlefields and rushed towards the nearest evacuation channel in groups.
The polished Bolt weapons were quickly discarded, and Chainsword was put away. Everyone's movements became unified and rapid, forming a rushing gray-blue path in the red light-flashing passage.
Space Wolves is Hunter, they know when to pursue and when to retreat.
At the same time, deep inside Gungnir Command Room, the main control panel in front of Utio has been filled with red alarm messages.
The voices of Tech-Priest sounded one after another in Communications Channel, rapid and distorted.
"Sir, the overheating program has completely failed. The inside of Reactor is heating up extremely quickly. The core temperature has exceeded the upper limit of the measurement range of all Sensors, and the radiation leakage rate continues to rise. We are losing the last ability to maintain the stability of Reactor." The voice of a Tech-Priest was obviously trembling, and Tech-Priest should not be trembling.
"Do not interrupt the energy supply, maintain the current energy supply until the launch is completed." Utio's voice cut through the panicked report.
He faced the constantly beating red warning signal, his body did not move, Tentacles did not panic, and the red lens was steadily locked on the energy output curve.
"This is no different from suicide, sir." Another Archmagos said.
His voice was filled with a rare emotion, and even through the filter of the metal sound generator, it could not completely cover up the resistance that was almost disapproval.
"The Reactor core is disintegrating. If the power supply continues, we will not be able to maintain the structural integrity of our cabin before launch. We can only support a few Terra hours, or even less."
"Even if there is only one percent chance, we must execute it." Utio said.
His voice was still steady, even with a certain cold and determined calmness.
Those huge Tentacles slowly unfolded on Control Panel. He raised his head and looked at the charging progress indicator bar that was still slowly rising on the display screen. The mechanical structure at the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he was smiling or praying.
"I believe that the great Omnissiah and Heaven will bless us through this difficult time."
Behind him, the remaining Tech-Priests were silent for a moment.
Then, those priests who could still maintain the connection with Control Panel lowered their heads again, aligned the nerve plug with the interface, put their fingers on the joystick, and continued to extract energy from the collapsing Reactor at the final speed.
Deep inside the main axis of Gungnir, the charging progress is still rising.
And the entire huge weapon was already making a low buzz with invisible vibrations, as if a Behemoth was pouring the last breath of its internal organs into its throat.