socalfunplaces Chapter 31: It was practically like being flushed down the toilet...
Chapter 31: It was practically like being flushed down the toilet...
Motarian was stunned.
It wasn't because he was injured. Although the power of that punch was indeed beyond his imagination, it still couldn't even make the Primarch take half a step back.
Instead, the heavy punch shattered his breathing mask as it hit his face.
Normally, the reason why ordinary people wear breathing masks is to breathe fresh air in harsh environments.
Mortalian, on the other hand, had a breathing mask connected to a gas canister filled with poison gas from his home planet Barbarus.
Foul-smelling, murky, and highly poisonous.
But for Mortalian, who had already adapted to the toxin, it was a welcome comfort; only when breathing this gas could he find inner peace.
Of course, this inner peace has been shattered.
This punch wasn't very harmful to him.
But it's extremely insulting!
Mortalian's sickly pale face, now completely exposed to the air, quickly contorted with rage.
"You're courting death!"
However, at the same time, Loken himself was stunned when he threw the punch.
Just now, he only felt an unprecedented power suddenly fill his whole body, and the terrifying pressure exerted by the Primarch vanished without a trace. The only thought in his mind was to give this traitor who betrayed his father, betrayed the Empire, and betrayed humanity a good punch.
Could this be the Emperor's blessing...?
But Loken soon sensed the danger; even with the helmet filtering the gas, the intense toxic fumes still made him dizzy.
No one had ever deliberately sabotaged Mortalian's respirator before, not even his Primarch brothers during training matches. This would enrage the Death Lords, and the leak of the gas would cause far more damage to the surrounding enemies than to Mortalian himself.
Not only that, but there was also a murderous Primarch in front of him.
Loken took a step back, only to hit the wall. Just as he was considering whether to try to dodge or fight to the death...
crunch.
A strange thing happened: the cables that were embedded in the metal wall suddenly came to life and bound Loken's body tightly!
This scene caused Mortarian to pause for a moment, then a mocking smile appeared on his lips.
"It seems the Divine Machine has made its choice—"
boom!!!
The sudden, deafening impact abruptly silenced Mortarian's voice.
The Primarch couldn't even comprehend what had happened at first. He felt as if he had been hit head-on by a Lemanustank moving at full speed. His heavy body, weighing several tons, was pushed back several meters before the magnetic lock automatically adjusted to its limit.
What happened? Were we ambushed by the enemy?
That was Mortarion's first thought, but when he struggled to open his eyes, he found only air in front of him, besides the immobile Loken...
No, the air itself is the enemy!!
A more accurate description would be airflow. At this moment, the wind speed in the tunnel was dozens of times stronger than that of a hurricane, and every second felt like a hundred-ton battering ram was pounding on his body.
What happened? Did the Judgment Day's air circulation system malfunction?
But immediately afterward, Mortarian felt his center of gravity become unstable.
It wasn't that his body couldn't withstand the impact, but rather that within seconds the originally level ground had automatically tilted into a steep steel wall at nearly 90 degrees, and the original passageway now looked more like a deep pit.
*Slap*
Finally, when Mortarian discovered that the magnetic lock was malfunctioning because the contact surfaces had the same polarity—and even repelling each other and lifting off the ground—he had to accept an unbelievable fact.
This was not an accident, but an attack by the Emperor-class Titan.
He tried to pin the Silent Scythe to the ground, but the overly sharp blade easily sliced through the plastic steel.
After its final attempt failed, Mortarion, under the combined influence of super-strong airflow and gravity, traversed the Judgment Day's internal passages at high speed and uncontrollably in the next few seconds.
Of course, this is a high-EQ perspective.
Even Motalian himself, as the person involved, couldn't help but think of an extremely shameful, yet incredibly vivid, metaphor—
His defense was practically flushed down the toilet.
"You bastard!!!!"
The Primarch's mind completely went out of control. Just a second before he was about to be thrown out of the tunnel, he reached out at the last second and precisely grabbed the door frame at the entrance of the tunnel.
Motalian's only thought at this moment was to rely on his strong physique to persevere, because there must be a limit to the overload drive of this air exchange pump.
Whether it's minutes, hours, or even days, he will persevere to the end, and then at all costs, utterly destroy any enemy who dares to humiliate him, including this damned piece of junk.
"Father......"
The faint sound was like a bucket of ice water, instantly clearing Mortalian's mind.
That was the Death Shroud Terminator warrior whose power backpack had just been destroyed by Loken. With his power armor malfunctioning, he had no chance to struggle and was about to be swept out of the passage by the airflow in a fraction of a second—
Ugh.
In a barely audible sigh.
Mortarian chose to loosen his grip and instead take hold of his offspring.
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Loken, panting heavily, leaned against the wall and staggered down the still steep passage.
The terracotta armor on his body still bore the marks of the cables, the whistling wind made his ears ring, and Mortarian's toxins were burning his lungs.
But he knew very well that he was already lucky enough.
Not only did he survive the murderous intent of a Primarch, but he was also spared from being thrown a hundred meters into the air with him.
Of course, he knew in his heart that this wasn't luck, but rather because...
Just as Loken was about to lose his balance, someone steadied his arm.
"I originally planned to come and help you, but I didn't expect that you would save me instead."
Without needing to reveal his name, Loken knew who this soldier, who was wearing the same 16th Legion power armor as him, was.
"I never expected that you would actually take control of the Judgment Day."
"You did buy me time, Company Commander Loken, and strictly speaking, it wasn't me who saved you."
Sun Qian helped Locken back across the open cockpit door, showing great respect for the renowned Shadowmoon Wolf.
"It's because Mortarian is so smelly that 'she' couldn't stand it anymore."
"she?"
Loken frowned, just as he was about to ask further—
"And he didn't control me, and from now on, no human being is allowed to control me."
The sudden, eerie sound startled Loken, and when he looked in the direction of the sound, he was startled again.
That was the original captain of the Judgment Day, Tunet. However, his hands and feet had been blown off by bombs, and his remaining torso was riddled with countless cables and pipes that had been driven directly into his flesh. If it weren't for the fact that the cold voice was coming from his mouth, it would be hard to imagine that he was still alive.
"Remember our agreement, you ants. If you dare to break it, I will throw you out and crush you like that bug—so let's begin now. The troublesome fellow is gone, and it's time for you to prove your promise to me."
Loken's mind was in complete chaos; he still hadn't grasped the situation due to the overwhelming amount of information.
Or rather, he was unwilling to accept certain realities that were absolutely contrary to the truth of the empire.
When he looked at the monitor screen directly in front of the cockpit, he saw that the fully charged plasma annihilator was pointing towards the sky, and the only target there was...
"Wait, those are Stormbird transport ships that came out of the Tyrant to pick up loyalist warriors, what exactly are you going to—ugh!!"
However, Sun Qian forced Locken into the passenger seat and locked his seatbelt so he couldn't stand up.
"I'm sorry, I didn't want you to see this, Company Commander Loken."
Sun Qian sighed softly, then turned and walked towards the control panel.
"We need the help of the Judgment Day Machine Soul, and her condition is to satisfy her thirst—destruction and annihilation."
As Sun Qian placed his hand on the control panel, in an instant all the displays, indicator lights, and even some metal parts were stained blood red.
"This is my offering to 'her'."