197: Chapter 201 Blocking the Apocalypse Tank's Way? I'll Steal Your Tow Truck Too!

Inside the bridge of the Scavenger mothership, the piercing alarm completely drowned out the original revelry.

Three interstellar pirate commanders with mutated compound eyes stared in horror at the holographic feedback screen.

The images transmitted back showed no lambs for the slaughter, only a blinding tongue of fire from Bolters.

The thousands of melee Mutants they had sent didn't even last the first two minutes before being blasted into piles of shredded meat by those black-armored giants.

“Cut the parasite cables! Disconnect the physical link immediately!”

The Grand Commander roared hoarsely, slamming his hand onto the emergency release valve on the console.

“Secondary engines at full load, increase curvature, retreat now!”

The acid glands at the base of the living chains overloaded instantly, attempting to melt the shackles connected to the Exile Fortress. Three massive Deathships simultaneously spewed turbid exhaust, desperately pulling back.

But they couldn't move back.

In the bottom hold of the Exile Fortress, the thirty-meter-tall Starfall Executioner Knight strode across the floor covered in mangled flesh.

It extended its right-arm armor-piercing pincer, covered in tumors and barbs, and firmly gripped the thick living chains that were trying to retract.

The hydraulic drive shafts inside the mecha emitted a heavy hum. The tens-of-millions-of-tons-class gravity chassis was firmly anchored to the adamantine deck.

It was like a butcher of immense strength, clutching the chains around the necks of three stray dogs trying to flee. No matter how the ships' engines sparked with pale fire, they couldn't move even an inch away in the vacuum.

Li Cang sat before the holographic screen and picked up the water cup beside him.

“Trying to run after committing a robbery.” He watched the frantic struggle of the dragging marks on the screen, his voice devoid of any emotion. “Number One. Lead the way.”

The command was transmitted through the tactical channel.

At the end of the corridor, Recruit Number One swung down his blood-stained Chainsword.

Three thousand mutated Astartes, wading through ankle-deep blood, launched a counter-charge along the wide living boarding tubes.

This wasn't a conventional tactical boarding at all. It was a pitch-black mudslide of steel.

The defensive cannons inside the Scavenger warship began to fire frantically.

The eerie green plasma rays hit the Astartes' anti-magic black lacquer armor, leaving only a few pale scratches.

Occasionally, a large-caliber armor-piercing shell would hit, but it couldn't stop those massive bodies filled with berserk muscle.

The roar of Bolters echoed back and forth in the narrow corridor.

There was no tactical flanking.

Warhammer's boarding tactics had always been straightforward.

Using heavy breastplates to shove open massive blast doors, and using roaring double-toothed Chainswords to tear through flesh that dared to resist.

The mutated pirates blocking the way were sent flying by heavy impacts, their severed limbs splashing throughout the enclosed cabins. Under the unreasonable advance of the Astartes, the defensive lines were snapped like fragile dry wood.

In less than ten minutes.

The main control room door of the Scavenger mothership let out a wail as it was kicked into fragments by a heavy magnetic combat boot.

Recruit Number One led a dozen Stormtroopers, their bodies emitting black smoke, as they strode into the bridge.

The Scavenger Grand Commander tremblingly raised a high-pressure plasma pistol, aiming it at the black giant leading the way.

Recruit Number One didn't return fire.

His massive body suddenly pressed forward, directly smashing through the holographic projection table in his path. His left hand opened, gripping the other's large mutated skull like a vise.

Closing his grip, he applied force.

A crisp sound of bone cracking rang out. The head, covered in compound eyes, exploded on the spot like a ripe watermelon, and red-and-white slime instantly splattered onto the back panel of the console behind him.

Recruit Number One disgustedly shook off the debris from his glove and strode toward the center of the main control hall.

A massive cultivation base floated there, containing a giant biological navigation sub-brain pulsing with green fluorescence.

The Power Claw plunged mercilessly into the petri dish.

Amidst the sound of shattering glass and pouring nutrient solution.

Recruit Number One ripped this main brain out along with countless neural tubes and casually tossed it into the tactical recovery box behind him.

The battle was settled. The three deep-space Deathships had become complete tombs.

Li Cang cut off the projection of the front line.

The transport belt on one side of the command room hummed to life, and the bloody recovery box was sent into the scanning slot at the bottom of the console.

“Analyze it.”

The blue light of the history creator swept over the mutated main brain. A massive stream of data instantly unpacked before Li Cang.

【Analysis complete.】

【Acquired: Abyss Dark Zone Bottom Navigation Beacon Topology Map (Full Version).】

【Trait Note: This star map records a large number of black market shelters, ancient wreckage zones, and illegal resource distribution centers not covered by the main brain system's cursor.】

Li Cang slowly spread out the star map, covered in gray and dark red lines, on the main screen.

In this deep-space junkyard where even the Federation army could only wander like headless flies, the black zone maps drawn by generations of Scavengers were the most precious keys.

He zoomed in on a corner of the star map. A massive star system cluster marked with multiple red circles came into view.

Beside it was a small line of system text: 【Avici Abyss · Outlaw Black Market Trading Belt】.

Li Cang stubbed out the synthetic cigarette in his hand.

“Hang those three junk ships on the engines and siphon them dry as backup fuel tanks,” he leaned back in his chair, his finger pressing firmly on the coordinates of the black market.

“Perfect. These shady goods in our hands finally have a place to be fenced properly.”