As a reincarnate who traveled from the scientifically enlightened M3 era to the barbaric and ignorant M32 era, Leon naturally did not believe in the God Emperor's words. But after being helped by the emperor, Leon began to wonder whether the one sitting on the golden throne was a man or a god.
Leon tried his best to let the plasma engine provide recoil downwards, and even injected his own energy into the engine to overload it, but the momentum of the fall did not decrease at all.
He raised his hands to cheer for this successful emergency landing without anyone watching, but his half-melted legs obviously did not support such an idea. Before he could raise his hands, his legs could no longer support him and he fell headfirst onto the ground.
However, this obviously did not affect Leon's interest. The joy of escaping death made him turn over and want to laugh. But in the process of turning over, because he was lying on his side and could see the surrounding environment, he keenly noticed a fact.
His emergency landing was not without people present.
The half-melted legs temporarily made Leon unable to move, but this was no reason to sit and wait for death. Leon calmly activated the energy shield on his body, and a plasma pistol quietly popped out from under his wrist.
He put down the warp engine in his arms, pretended to deal with his lower body, and used the robe on his upper body and the light from the welding gun to hide the plasma pistol under his wrist that was charging.
Just when Leon seemed to be concentrating on protecting his legs, a bolt pistol silently pressed against Leon's head from behind.
"Don't move." Leon heard the man behind him say this to him in low Gothic.
"You think a plasma pistol can kill me?"
"There's more than one plasma pistol. Are you doubting the back-up plan of a tech priest?"
The man snorted coldly: "I'm not afraid of sacrifice."
Leon pointed to the bushes ahead, which were already a little rustling. That was where the man's companion should be hidden.
"Instead of confronting me here, why not give up the idea of capturing me, cooperate with me on an equal footing, and seek a different future for you and your companions who are also trapped on this planet. Or did you go to so much trouble to get behind me just to die with me?"
The man behind him was silent for a moment, and Leon could hear his heavy breathing. A moment later, he felt the bolt pistol against the back of his head being moved away by the other party.
"You are very smart, techpriest." The other party's voice was unrecognizable: "Whether it is your self-rescue during the crash or the current negotiations, I can feel that you are extraordinary."
"I just believe in my own skills and value. Besides, you were the ones who threatened me first. I just want an equal exchange status."
The other party did not speak, but Leon heard the sound of the other party's footsteps. Not long after, a tall figure stood in front of Leon. The other party was 2.5 meters tall, and the shadow cast by him when he stood in front of Leon almost completely covered him.
Leon immediately noticed the traces of modification on the other party's body and the reserved interfaces arranged in a regular pattern on his body. The unexpected situation made him stare wide-eyed and exclaim in a low voice: "Astarte?"
Leon had done a lot of analysis and imagine many situations before: the other party could speak Low Gothic, which meant that the other party was also a member of the imperium, or had been a member; the other party could approach him quietly, which meant that the other party had received standard military training; the other party's steps towards him were not brisk, which meant that the other party should be an armed personnel who had made certain biochemical transformations to increase his weight...
However, after seeing the other party in person, Leon immediately realized the reason for his misjudgment - the other party was not wearing the power armor that Astartes almost never took off, and only used some armor plates and animal skins that seemed to be removed from the power armor to cover his vital parts.
The difference in weight caused Leon to misjudge the situation, but the other party's outfit also made Leon instantly aware of the other party's situation.
"How long have you been trapped here?" Leon asked with a smile.
The man had a cold face and didn't say anything. He was obviously not surprised that Leon could recognize their identities, and he obviously didn't intend to answer Leon's questions.
Leon didn't care. He continued to ask: "Why, even if you don't plan to say anything else, you still have to introduce yourself, right? Knowing each other is the basis for further cooperation, right?"
"Ademir." The man opposite paused for a moment, and Leon caught a slight change in his expression: "Belongs to the 13th Legion."
"Oh, the Thirteenth Legion..."
All he could do was keep his face calm and shut his mouth, then waved his hands to call over two brothers, pretending to carry Leon away.
"Don't bother with that." Leon raised his hand to reject them: "As long as I cut off the irregular part of my leg that has melted, I can recover my basic walking ability."
Although these two are not as dangerous as Chaos Cultists, they are obviously not very friendly. The value of a Tech-Priest can certainly protect himself from them, but protection alone is not enough, he must not be controlled by them.
"We don't have much time for you to slowly repair it by yourself." Ademir still had a cold face, "There are many dangerous things on this planet. Your crash attracted more than just us."
"?" Leon raised his head and said in surprise: "There are still indigenous forces on this planet?"
Leon looked in the direction of the sound, but only saw an unarmed Astartes walking out from behind the jungle and reported to Ademir: "About five kilometers away, approaching us quickly!"
Ademir nodded slightly, and he ordered the two Astartes to lift Leon up. Leon, who could already vaguely feel the ground shaking, did not object. The group ran in an orderly manner in the direction away from the creature.
"What on earth was that?" Leon, who was dragged along the ground by two Astartes with sparks and lightning all the way, asked Ademir: "Not only is the sound so loud, but people can feel the ground shaking from five kilometers away? What kind of beast can be so big?"
"We will soon cross an open area, and you will know when you look back!"
Facts proved that what Ademir said was true, the huge monster behind them was indeed chasing them relentlessly. Not long after Ademir and his twenty or so brothers met in an open area, a monster covered with brown-yellow scales, with gray-blue stripes, triangular ears, and a pair of forelimbs with flesh membranes rushed out of the bushes.
Its overall appearance is like an enlarged version of an ancient pterosaur, but its body of about 15 meters long makes it crawl on the ground. Its wide-open mouth and constantly dripping saliva undoubtedly show the cruelty and bloodthirstiness of this monster.
Ademir quickly began to issue orders: "Mark the power armor and hide it simply.
Now we have to travel light. My team will take the mechanical priest to the base, and the others will be divided into two teams to cover us. After the cover is completed, evacuated in time. Each team will receive two bolt pistols. If someone is about to be caught up, use the bolt pistols to shoot at the vital points to delay time. Save your life first, don't use your own life to save ammunition."
The Astartes quickly split into two teams, and Leon took the opportunity to hide the subspace engine removed from the ship together with the power armor. During the hiding process, Leon noticed that they were carrying disassembled MK2 expedition power armor without power backpacks, but the markings on the shoulder armor were deliberately painted over, so it was impossible to tell which legion they were from.
In addition, their weapons and ammunition were also quite scarce. The team of seven or eight people only had two bolt pistols and only two magazines of ammunition. As for melee weapons, everyone had one, but looking at the broken chainsaw swords and the dull power swords, Leon felt that it was questionable whether these melee weapons could exert 30% of their power.
obviously, these Astartes in front of them had already reached the end of their rope.
Although they were still extraordinary warriors with bare hands, looking at the monsters in front of them that they had never seen in reality but were extremely familiar with, Leon cried helplessly because he didn't think such an Astartes could defeat the opponent.