"...Something isn't right. I sense a conspiracy."
Leonardo swung his guardian spear, its power sword flashing like light, instantly piercing the neck of a Chaos Space Marine before he spoke in a deep voice.
A psychic lightning bolt streaked past his side, its brilliant glow illuminating the dim cabin space for a moment, incinerating the remaining enemies.
The Inquisitor twirled her sword, then sheathed her power sword, immediately responding:
"Indeed, in my experience, the resistance from these heretic traitors is very problematic; it's so weak it makes one wary."
Yes, that was true.
Adam's team's current strength meant that most ships in the entire galaxy simply couldn't withstand their boarding action, and this strike cruiser was no exception.
But that wasn't a reason to completely abandon resistance.
Ever since they dealt with the previous group of Chaos cultists, Adam and the others had expected the subsequent blocking squads to offer some surprise.
However, they didn't expect that the enemies they encountered afterward were just a large number of cultists and a few Chaos Astartes. This combination might pose a significant threat to a conventional boarding party, but unfortunately, it couldn't even slightly delay Adam and his group's advance.
Adam turned his head and glanced at the executioner main cannon, still hidden by optical camouflage and having yet to fire a single shot.
He stroked his chin and mused, "...It's been eight minutes since we entered this ship, and we still haven't encountered any heavy vehicles like Hellbeasts or Daemon Engines; it's all basic infantry units."
These attacks were meaningless.
It couldn't be that the enemy hadn't sensed the danger yet, could it?
After all, their group had chosen the shortest path directly to the Bridge. If they hadn't been discovered yet, the enemy would be too incompetent.
As they continued to advance, Adam paused and asked Sibylla:
"Have the memories of the slain Chaos Space Marines been searched?"
Sibylla nodded, "They have been searched, but no useful intelligence was obtained. They merely came to intercept after receiving orders from their superiors and knew nothing else."
"Good, it seems there are only two possibilities now."
Adam said, "First, that Chaos Lord saw the situation was bad and fled directly. Perhaps by now, he's already on a small shuttle. As for the second possibility..."
He stopped speaking, not revealing the second possibility, but the implication was already clear.
Everyone present easily understood Adam's meaning.
"Either they are confident enough to defeat us decisively on the Bridge, not wanting unnecessary casualties."
Lucia, the Living Saint, flapped her wings, which emitted a faint golden glow, her voice calm.
"Let's speed up. Perhaps we have a tough battle ahead."
Adam waved his hand.
After a brief exchange, everyone immediately moved at full speed through the ship's interior.
There were obstacles along the way, but the intercepting teams, both in number and quality, were insufficient to pose a threat to them, and were all crushed like speed bumps.
Inside the ship's corridors, the firing of bolters intertwined with the crackling of surging psychic energy, clearing the path, leaving only mangled corpses as traces.
Finally, after climbing a flight of stairs, they reached the highest level of the ship.
A short distance further lay the Bridge, the core of any vessel. Destroying it would be akin to a human's central nervous system being completely damaged, its immense impact self-evident.
Outside the Bridge door, illuminated by the crimson light distorted by the Warp, approximately twenty Noise Marines, clad in vividly painted power armor and wielding bizarre sonic blasters, stood in neat formation, in a style uncharacteristic of Slaanesh.
These specialized Slaanesh Astartes are identified by their use of devastating sonic weapons. Each sonic blaster round possesses strong penetrating power, and they were all aimed at the corridor entrance, standing ready.
At this moment, a Chaos Sorcerer named Bataglia stood at the rear of the formation.
As he subtly spread his psychic energy, penetrating layers of steel plates to try and pinpoint the attackers' location, he grumbled to himself:
"That bastard Malven certainly knows how to make people work."
Bataglia had been diligently experimenting with his "artwork" in his room, exploring its "aesthetics," but was forcibly summoned by the warband leader, the Chaos Lord, via a deafening sonic array communication.
"However, if the task is merely to delay them for a few minutes, then it's quite simple."
The Sorcerer thought to himself.
It's difficult for people to imagine things they haven't seen. He truly couldn't conceive of any enemy who could break through the blockade of so many Noise Marines in a corridor in such a short time.
At the Sorcerer's will, the psychic wave surged even more violently, rushing into the depths of the corridor, determined to pinpoint the attackers' whereabouts.
The next second, he was stunned.
What was that thing?
His brain felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer. Psychic energy, roaring like a tsunami, erupted from outside the corridor, forcefully pushing his own psychic energy back.
In the face of this immense psychic power, his profound techniques, honed over nearly two hundred years of study in the psychic arts, were utterly crushed like a joke.
"No, this is impossible!"
Bataglia had no more leisure; he immediately began to struggle desperately, his body floating, feet off the ground, purple-pink psychic light radiating around him.
But these actions were still in vain.
???
Hearing the tremendous commotion, his Astartes guards immediately turned their heads, looking at Bataglia, whose face had suddenly become as calm as a lake, his eyes glowing with a strange blue psychic light, and confusion rose in their hearts:
What happened?
Unfortunately, it was this brief hesitation that caused the last glimmer of hope for survival to vanish.
Bataglia's face turned ashen, like withered bone, yet within him, a dazzling light brewed, impossible to conceal even by power armor.
Then, it erupted with a roar!
A violent shockwave spread, instantly engulfing all the Chaos Astartes in the next moment, blasting them away like trash, scattering them in disarray.
When the air current dissipated, the Noise Marines struggled to get up from the ground, and at the center of the explosion, a tall, golden-armored figure over three meters high, holding a guardian spear, appeared in their sight.
It's over.
This was the first thought that appeared in the minds of all the Astartes present.
And it was also the last thought of their lives.
One minute later, Adam and the two others arrived at the location, regrouping with Leonardo, who had arrived earlier via Warp teleportation.
All resistance had been completely cleared, and the four of them stood before the Bridge door.
Without needing a reminder, Sibylla spoke first:
"Let me do it."
Then, she skillfully employed her psychic powers once more, her gaze penetrating the obstruction of the thick door, looking into the interior of the Bridge.