Warhammer: From the Devouring C'tan Fragments

"This door can't be opened." Weir reported to Magrath.

When Weir was operating, Magrath watched all of this quietly and did not feel that there was anything wrong with Weir's report.

"Since we can't open it, let's just blow it up!" Magrath said to Weir with a serious expression.

He had already made up his mind that taking tough measures might be the most effective way to deal with such a difficult obstacle.

After hearing what Magrath said, Weir nodded without hesitation: "Okay."

After receiving the order from Weir, the battle robots in the corridor quickly took off several melta bombs hanging on their waists and pressed them tightly against the steel gate. These melta bombs had powerful destructive power and could destroy obstacles in an instant.

The combat robot, having installed the melta bomb, realized the enormous power of the impending explosion, and quickly ran back to where Magrath and his group were.

He knew that once the melta bomb exploded, the entire corridor would be enveloped by a strong shock wave and high-temperature flames. He had to get away from the danger zone as soon as possible. He didn't want to be rebuilt immediately.

"Boom!" When the combat robot successfully ran back to Magrath and his group, several deafening explosions were heard in the corridor.

Smoke and flames spread out, forming a violent shock wave that quickly rushed towards the fortress. The power of the explosion was so great that even the fog in the corridor dissipated in an instant.

When the aftermath of the explosion gradually dissipated, everyone could see the scene in the corridor with their naked eyes. A huge hole was blown out in the originally sturdy steel gate, and the surrounding walls and ground were also severely damaged. However, these walls were made of very strong steel alloy and did not collapse.

"Let's go!" Magrath took a look at the scene in the corridor and walked into the corridor first.

At this moment, the thick fog in the corridor has quietly dissipated, and the mist that originally filled the corridor has disappeared without a trace. There is no need to be as nervous as before.

Magrath led the Space Marines through the large hole blown out in the steel gate and into a large and dim hall.

The dim hall was completely dark, without a single ray of light. Under the radar's scanning, the entire hall appeared exceptionally spacious and expansive.

"Flare!" Magrath gave orders to the Space Marines behind him.

With a slight "hiss" sound, a flare was launched and hovered in the air, illuminating the entire dim hall.

At that moment, everyone finally saw clearly what was hidden within this vast hall. Countless high-tech devices stood within the hall, like exquisite works of art. Compared to the Empire's existing technology, these devices were clearly at a higher level, completely out of the same era.

These high-tech devices have an exquisite appearance. There are no prayers on the surface for sacrifice. Instead, they have an extremely smooth and delicate texture, as if they were top-notch technology products developed by the Lord of the Stars himself.

However, it is regrettable that the surface of these devices is covered with a thick layer of rust, which shows that they have been standing here for quite a long time, and the erosion of time has made them look mottled.

What surprised Magrath and his companions even more was a tank-like vehicle parked in the center of the hall. Despite being called a tank, its shape and angular form were completely different from those commonly used in modern tanks. It was more refined and beautiful, like a precious work of art, with none of the cold, cold aura of a war machine.

Magrath quickly walked to the front of the tank and looked up at the gigantic war beast. The tank was an astonishing ten meters tall and twenty meters long, like an indestructible mobile fortress, giving people an unparalleled sense of awe.

Especially the large-caliber gun barrel installed on the turret, which looks like a ferocious beast, exuding a terrifying aura.

Its presence seemed to foreshadow the coming storm of destruction, and one could not help but imagine the destructive power of the cannonballs it fired, which could easily destroy a small fortress, reducing it to ruins.

"Want to go inside and take a look?" Kuss walked over to Magrath and stared at the tank with him, curiosity glittering in his eyes. His voice broke the silence and asked Magrath.

After hearing Kus's question, Magrath shook his head slightly and responded:

"We'd better not go in. We don't know how long this tank has been here. If we rush in and accidentally damage the equipment inside, it would be more trouble than good. It's best to let the technical department check it out directly. They are the professionals in this area."

Although he was full of curiosity and eager to explore the true strength of this huge tank, Magrath knew that as a professional soldier, his knowledge of science and technology was limited.

He decided to suppress his curiosity and wait for professionals to come and handle the ancient tank, as tampering with it might damage it and even affect subsequent research work.

"Then you should contact the professionals from the Ministry of Science and Technology! Let them come and check out the situation here." Kus said to Magras.

Since Magras suppressed his curiosity, Kus didn't want to enter the tank directly to check its true functions.

"Okay, I'll notify them." Magras nodded to Kus.

Magrath quickly dialed Dorak's communication channel. A few seconds later, Dorak answered Magrath's communication request: "Why are you looking for me? I'm about to duel with the greenskin boss."

Dorak's dissatisfied grumblings were heard in Magrath's communication channel. Dorak was concentrating on looking at the greenskin boss in the distance.

This green-skinned boss wears a huge steel mask on his face. It is obvious that his hobby is unusual, like a non-mainstream person.

The green-skinned boss with such a unique personality is obviously the boss of this group of green-skinned orcs, and also the leader who leads this group of green-skinned orcs to attack the planet Milzhi. The target that Dorak chose for himself is this green-skinned orc boss.

Magrath heard Dorak's dissatisfied grumble and quickly sent the message recorded in his power helmet to Dorak. He said on the communication channel: "We found a ruin with ancient technology inside. We need someone from the technical department to come and check it out."

Dorak quickly checked the information and said quickly: "I have sent you the contact information of the technical department. Please contact them yourself."

"Yes."