Before the team members could even get off the platform of their fixed power armor, the entire spaceship began to shake violently.
"Gulp... gulp..."
The sound of a heartbeat could be felt throughout the entire spaceship.
Franklin and his men picked up their nuclear fusion gauss rifles, powered by modern technology, and immediately aimed them at the direction from which the sound was vibrating.
Even their massive bodies, clad in dark gold power armor, began to radiate flames, enveloping the entire armor and making them appear as if Astartes emerging from flames. Even their goggles were scorching with flames.
The combination of modern technology and individual strength has made each of these Church knights far stronger than Norton, who was at the Third Stage in the Papal State.
Such powerful Church knights, whose names were unknown throughout the entire Church, were arbitrarily chosen as victims of this experiment.
Under the tense gaze of Franklin and his fellow Church knights, the source of the heartbeat was found to be a compartment inside the spaceship.
"Be on high alert immediately!"
Franklin gestured, directing the dozen or so Church knights beside him to assume a guarded stance, and then nodded to the Church beside him.
Then, with a tacit understanding, the two men, armed and wary, stepped forward and used their identification cards to open the spaceship's hatch.
The hatch opened silently, and the interior revealed a structure that instantly startled the vigilant Church knights watching from the outside.
Inside the spaceship's cabin, through the open hatch, the various supplies that had been there were now strangely twisting and mixing together, forming a crimson, enormous heart that occupied half the size of the room and was still beating!
Strands of blood vessels spread, twisted, and pulsated across the heart. Thick, scarlet tissue expanded and contracted with each heartbeat. A few drops of thick, foul-smelling blood were squeezed out of the enormous heart like juice with each pulse, splashing onto the surrounding ground.
These organizations are still expanding, and through the light shone from the weapons in the hands of the Church knights, one can even faintly see some unknown life form seemingly hatching inside the thin, viscous flesh.
"Damn it, the spaceship is corroded inside!"
Franklin roared, but his voice could not travel through the electrical signals emitted by the walkie-talkie in his helmet, because electrical signals were not protected by that special material.
"I can't believe those scientists' theories were actually correct! My Pale God, look at this thing, it's absolutely terrifying!"
Franklin didn't even need to shout; the Church beside him had already fired in unison, aiming at the massive heart inside the cabin, unleashing ultra-high-temperature plasma capable of instantly reaching 5,000 degrees Celsius within a kilometer.
"Puff!"
Fifteen laser beams bombarded various areas of the enormous heart, each laser as thick as a human arm instantly riddling the fleshy heart with holes, splattering fluids everywhere.
The strange life form gestating inside its heart seemed to be screaming and struggling in pain.
Several blood bubbles even swelled up and then burst with a bang, and with the splashing juice, several extremely strange-looking monsters, only half the height of an adult, struggled to slide out of the blood bubbles. They could even be described as terrifying and disgusting.
These little monsters slid down the damaged skin of the heart to the ground, opening their sharp, tooth-filled mouths as if roaring, their limbs struggling and thrashing, but they died completely in a short time.
However, this is just the beginning.
Before Franklin and his Church knights could even breathe a sigh of relief, the sound of hearts pounding echoed throughout the massive spaceship, across its upper and lower levels.
"Gulp... gulp..."
This vibration is not transmitted through the air, but rather through vibration itself, which causes the spaceship to vibrate, thus transmitting the vibration to the power armor of these Church knights and affecting all their senses.
Feeling the vibrations emanating from every direction, feeling the dense array of sources of vibration, Franklin's eyes widened in fury. He roared furiously inside his helmet, "Damn it, these things without any special protective materials have all turned into these damned aliens!"
Sweep them out immediately! Sweep them out immediately!
"All members of the One Hundred and Thirty-Eighth Squad of Knights of the Pale Church, Church Seventy-Eighth Monastery in Manoqi City, we swear to defend His Majesty's dignity to the death, and we dedicate our lives to the future of humanity!"
All team members, charge with me!!!
Franklin's words, filled with high morale and boundless faith, did not reach the ears of his comrades, but this devout faith had long been their lifelong pursuit.
Therefore, without Franklin even having to say a word, the fourteen Church knights, clad in power armor, had already taken heavy, steely steps, their feet pounding the ground as they advanced in tactical formation.
However, danger was already closing in on the spaceship.
Inside the silent spaceship, countless tiny bodies crawled rapidly across the floor, their numbers as vast as swarms of rats in a plague, covering almost the entire floor, walls, and even ceiling of the spaceship's corridors, like a black flood surging in.
"Loyalty! Loyalty! Loyalty!"
"For Your Majesty!!!"
The roars echoed from inside the massive power armor, nearly four meters tall. Even though there was no response or any sound from the outside world, it could not extinguish the lofty faith in their hearts.
Franklin charged ahead, his body ablaze with flames, determined to fight to the death against the surging black tide.
The laser weapon beams, like machine guns, lit up inside the spaceship, sweeping across the massive, seemingly endless tide of aliens before them.
A single laser beam could burn through an entire long passage, but in the blink of an eye, the area that was blasted out was filled again. Even though the surface of the spaceship's cabin was burning red-hot, an almost endless number of small aliens still swarmed in.
These things seemed utterly fearless of death. Even when the surface of the cabin was burning red-hot, even when their legs sizzled from being burned when they stepped on it, they still charged forward one after another. This resulted in swarms of aliens being burned to death by the high temperature, their flesh sticking to the walls.
This does nothing to quell their bloodlust.
However, for these small creatures, they were like ants fighting Astartes, even though they were wearing power armor and were Fifth Stage life forms like Franklin. Even though the black torrents blocked the way and completely submerged the fifteen Church knights, they could not break through their hard power armor. In fact, the scorching flames burning on their bodies could burn the oncoming aliens to ashes.
But this mutation is not just that.
Countless small aliens were constantly being burned, and the charred powder even piled up in the cabin corridor into a small mountain that emitted a putrid smell.
As time continued to pass, and with the passage of time, one or two distinctly different mutant variants began to occasionally appear among these small torrents of aliens.
These mutants look completely different from the small, disgusting aliens that crawl on all fours. They are almost the same size, about four meters tall, with slender bodies covered with dense, deformed legs on both sides. Their bodies are covered with twisted, wriggling, flexible tentacles, and their destructive power is obviously extremely strong. As they crawl, the surface of the spaceship's cabin is even cracked.
"Bang!" A laser pierced through the mutant's massive body, and the intense heat instantly burned through half of its body.
Such a thing is still not qualified in front of these true war gods.
But this is clearly just the beginning.
The small-scale alien trend has somehow evolved into a mutant trend, and among these mutants, some even more disgusting deformed beings have been born.
These mutants could no longer maintain the appearance of normal living beings; instead, they resembled a flowing mountain of flesh and blood, filling the enormous chamber and sweeping towards the burning Church knights.
Even the movement of this flesh and blood seemed to produce some strange noises, like some kind of bizarre murmur, buzzing and humming, which reached people's heads, giving them an extremely grotesque and disgusting feeling. It stimulated people's minds to the point of confusion, and even caused some strange mental decay.
If Norton were to see this, he would be very familiar with it, because he himself had created it before.
The filth and corruption of flesh and blood may not be a match for these twelve-winged Church Angel, but these delirious ramblings, filled with spiritual and even soul pollution, exerted an extremely high negative pressure on their minds.
Those with weak willpower are especially susceptible to having their minds stirred.
Behind Franklin, engulfed in flames, stood a Church knight named John, who was resisting the endless hordes of mutants. His body trembled, and the raging flames instantly intensified a thousandfold.
The intense heat instantly melted the power armor shell on his body, which was made of a material that could isolate the soul, and some crimson hot molten iron flowed down his body and outwards.
In the blink of an eye, six pairs of pure white wings burning with golden flames unfolded from his back, filling the entire spaceship cabin and even turning the cabin into a red-hot liquid, completely destroying the surrounding area.
"Ha! In the name of the Twelve-Winged Angel, I shall bestow upon you the cruel punishment of death!"
" John, no!!!"
Franklin's roar echoed through his helmet, but it did nothing to stop his teammates' actions.
Scorching golden flames, accompanied by the unfolding of six pairs of wings, filled the entire central compartment of the spaceship. The glowing red liquid, from the melting of various materials, dripped from the breaches in the molten compartment. The dripping liquid would gather together on the ground, twisting and decaying, gradually evolving into unknown life forms.
The Twelve-Winged Angel named John, like a blazing sun, shone brilliantly in the cabin where the spaceship had melted through a huge hole.
The power of the Fifth Stage life form had only just begun to show its full potential, and it had already demonstrated its full strength even before it had actually made a move.
If this were in real life, he might actually be able to pull off a big show.
However, even now, this is the only highlight of his life.
The blazing sun, almost instantly after bursting forth with intense light, dimmed like a light bulb running out of voltage.
Golden flames can burn souls, but this is Heaven for souls only.
John, who was hovering in the air above the damaged cabin, had his golden flames rapidly weaken and were extinguished almost instantly on his godlike, muscular body with six pairs of wings.
Countless Soul Matter, upon encountering the entirely new reality, frantically clung to and merged with John's flesh and blood, much like the two poles of a magnet.
Immediately afterward, his body began to rapidly mutate, flesh and blood began to proliferate rapidly on his surface, and thick fleshy tentacles emerged from his gradually bloated and deformed body. Even his pure white six pairs of wings began to expand wildly, growing dense fleshy tentacles and sharp bone spurs.
In a short time, he transformed into a monster that resembled a sea urchin, covered in long, thin tentacles.
He then joined the monster faction.
"No!!!" Franklin roared furiously, his eyes wide with rage, as scorching golden flames suddenly erupted from his body.
"The power armor temperature has reached the maximum limit specified by regulations. Please pay attention to the power release ratio!"
However, the internal prompts of his power armor caused his flames to rapidly diminish, forcing him to suppress them again in deep sorrow and once more engage in a frenzied battle against the ship full of aliens.
The anchoring and jump devices inside the spaceship's cockpit were still faithfully working. What was a fleeting moment in the real world was, to them, merely the time recorded on the cockpit's display screen—the total jump time of twenty-five days, just one day that had passed.