Chapter 556 He can only tweet! -
"You will never have enough men, and the plans of the Lord of Destiny are endless!"
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"Here, this. It's still a little hot. Eat it quickly."
Hannah Ketzlar squeezed out of the crowded crowd receiving food and water relief and handed a filled round starch scone and water bottle to Ravs who was waiting for her outside - although She subconsciously described the crowd she had just left based on her previous experience, but this was not a very accurate statement.
In fact, to be honest, this area of this deck is just because there are a lot of people gathering during meal time, but the order is very good.
There were no noisy ones trying to jump in line and pushing weaker ones down, nor the usual dynamic cliques of strong men with cliques and evil eyes.
Everyone waiting in line to receive food and water is moving forward slowly but steadily. There are temporary steel fences between the single lines. They stretch the line into a long curved shape. It is only the crowd at the exit after the collection is completed. It became slightly crowded in the usual sense, because there were many people like Ravs waiting for their companions, or people trying to exchange some of the food and water with the "hard currency" they brought out. Slows down people leaving.
While the number of supply windows does feel a little on the low side, ultimately everyone gets their share of water and food within each standard Terran day cycle, which is a reasonable number of refugees aboard this massive ship. A complete miracle - Hannah had no idea who was responsible for the mysterious ship called the Enterprise. How did the manager do it? The Phalanx later sent a group of Cadians over. According to the people who came over, the daily supply of the refugees accommodated by the Phalanx was not bad, but it was not at all The Enterprise is so comfortable, and the water supply in this place is terrifyingly abundant for a void ship.
You know, the evacuation was in such a hurry. Except for a few highly organized troops, such as the Adeptus Astartes, who were able to execute their evacuation plan relatively well, everyone else rushed onto the spacecraft from various landing points nearby. Install as much as you can, and install whoever can squeeze in. These The people who had just lost their homes had neither gone through large-scale screening and registration, nor had anyone come to verify their identities. Logically speaking, it is impossible, but the row of so-called "canteen supply windows" can accurately identify adults and children. Portions give each person's ration.
As for why no energetic groups or people came to harass other people holding food and water... She glanced at the Emperor's Angels who were patrolling and maintaining queue order, and were responsible for letting people in and out in batches. Bolters are why.
"Thank you, Hannah, I..." Rafs stood up straight and took the food package made of plastic paper. Although he could also queue up with Hannah, he could go to other area windows while queuing. To register extra medicine and daily necessities for the two of them, Hannah asked Rafus to register first and then wait for her here so that they could walk back to their assigned dormitory together as quickly as possible.
At the last moment of their escape, they were lucky enough to encounter Captain Hailske of the 24th Cardiian Guards Regiment who were riding an armored group of the Silver Skull Chapter to the retreat assembly point. So now their dormitory is also assigned to the same place as Captain Hailske, which is good. Although as far as she knows, Hannah's familiar comrades have all been killed or injured in the previous battles, but the people of the 24th Regiment are all They were nice people and helped them get settled, which Hannah's mother would have been happy with if she were still alive.
"Don't say anything. When you recover, it's time for you and me to take turns to get it. Let's go back and talk, eat while walking?" She opened the food in her hand carefully - to be honest, she didn't know how to sustain the food here. She was not without curiosity about the powerful deployment and management system that allowed a population of more than six figures to eat, drink, eat and drink every day and still keep it tidy, but she didn't think so much about it.
Hannah couldn't wait to open the wrapping paper and took a bite - the starchy scones that had been baked and cut in the middle were a little dry, so she choked and took a sip of water, but the second bite was much better: scones In the center is a piece of meat that smells of spices, is chopped to pieces, alternately fat and thin, and soaked in rich soup. It is extremely delicious, and it still has a little residual warmth from the oven. It is so delicious.
Looking around, most of the people in Cardia didn't think so much like her. They walked and ate, waiting for a while. If there was an announcement on the radio that they needed to organize a work task in their dormitory area to carry out - maybe It may be cleaning, transporting and burning garbage, or it may be helping patrol or leveling the site - they can gather together in time and go there together.
However, the more knowledgeable a person is, the more they will shudder or even be deeply afraid of what this logistics management and logistics deployment ability represents.
For example, General Conskavan, the Logistics Minister who also had a lucky escape, secretly gave an answer to Creed's question about this matter, that is, he really wanted to know who the General Logistics Officer and the Logistics Department here were. Which military academy did he graduate from and which logistics master did he study under? If possible, he would be willing to bow down to this master.
Because the current situation is already such that a logistics technocrat "didn't even dare to dream of such a perfect logistics operation system, it actually exists! It can actually maintain operation! It can actually operate on this order of magnitude without the need for Long lead time to get started - they're available from day one! Everyone's food is hot! It's hot! Do you know what that means? I can't believe it! Why are we still losing! Creed! I don’t understand!”
The Logistics Minister's next excited words were too blasphemous and inappropriate and were wisely stopped by the Supreme Lord.
However, in the upper decks of the Enterprise, where the Astartes and some of the more exalted beings operate, well, the conversations that take place here are probably far more emotional, profane and inappropriate.
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"Hong! Suo!!!"
The Lord of Macragge, the Primarch of the Ultramarines, the Thirteenth Son of the Emperor, the stolen main semi-permanent exhibit of Hera Fortress, His Highness Robert Guilliman clenched his fists and shouted angrily at a certain figure. . All the dizzy and sudden reinforcements were temporarily taken away by the experienced Dantioch. There were only a few brothers left in the medical area who had not seen them for many years, and one of them was obviously a little angry.
"Ahem, although... it is true. I can understand your feelings, Guilliman, but how about delaying your anger for a little bit?" The Contemptor Dauntless used a slightly different way that Guilliman was familiar with. said in a tone of voice, while holding his arm tightly. "Honso is still treating Pallas, and we can wait until the treatment is over to discuss anything. It is best for you and me to follow the professional advice of the 'Primary's Personal Apothecary' in this regard."
"Let me go, you traitor." Guilliman glared. "You and Honso look very familiar. Don't think that I will completely let down my guard against you because of the guarantee of the Iron Hands."
"Really? Let me remind you that in my world, you are the great traitor, the parricide, and the eternally cursed Guilliman. I still have some impulse to repeat the scene I had in front of the throne. Sword.”
This series of terrifying titles and some of the things the Fearless Phoenix had told him before made the Lord of the Ultramarines flinch, but it only lasted for a millisecond. He immediately pointed at the person lying inside, "But this Fulgrim How can I explain it? Isn't he the traitor here? I need a reason to convince me. ! Ishtar! Otherwise, I think neither of the two people here should continue to exist. And why can't I get command of this ship? As a primarch, I have the right to command any ship I board. There are people on this ship who are higher than me or people who I feel convinced of.”
His blue eyes looked distrustfully into the fearless eyepiece, "And you, Your Excellency, although you have saved my heirs and others, and you have attacked our enemies, given who you say you are, I cannot fully trust you." You.”
"Palas...is not Fulgrim." The fearless phoenix muttered in reply. "Yes, it is, and no, it is not. What does yes and no mean?" Obviously, this vague answer could not convince the Thirteenth Primarch, who emphasized facts.
The mechanical bird sighed. Then he chirped twice, his golden eyes flashed, and he started an internal channel call with Wuwei.
"Are you sure?" Wuwei said in surprise, "Oh... I'm not sure, but if this is your wish, I will respect it."
Guilliman's eyes flickered suspiciously between the golden Garuda mechanical bird and his fearless brother.
"What little secrets are there that I should know but haven't been told?"
"To be precise..." Fulgrim Ishtar said after careful consideration, "I suggest you find a seat and sit down before listening?"
"No need." The original body of the Ultramarines straightened his back and folded his arms. "I want to hear what other reasons you have to convince me."
The Contemptor Dauntless sighed one last time.
Then the Mechanical Garuda leapt onto his shoulder, and the flowing silvery liquid metal began to coat and transform, until a voice that Roboute Guilliman never expected to hear came from the loudspeaker grid.
"——!"
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Honso rubbed his temples.
Strictly speaking, the power armor gifted from his father can allow him to rotate for a long time in emergency and treatment operations without feeling too tired, but this is only a physical feeling, and the mental fatigue is always a feeling that cannot be completely eliminated. Dropped things.
That's it now.
"I said, what's going on? Your Excellencies, adults, I have just stabilized Lord Fulgrim Pallas and started restorative treatment. Why are you fighting here again? Do you all want to be treated equally? Would you like to enjoy my medical service? I know that my technical skills are quite good..."
"Shut up!" said the angry Thirteenth Primarch, who was also rubbing his head as if he had not yet recovered from the shock. "I began to wonder if this was another dream within a dream. This is much more ridiculous than when I was the enchanted warrior champion in the Maelstrom and followed my betrayed brother's chief captain to shatter Cardia's dream. .”
"Oh? Really? That's very good. Maybe you would like to talk to me about this, sir." The pharmacist pulled out a mental status assessment data pad and wrote a number at the beginning.
"Did you know?" Guilliman raised his hand and pointed at Dauntless opposite him and the mechanical bird on his shoulder. "I have seen with my own eyes what Dorn brought back from the collection room of the Vengeful Spirit - that is The scars on Ferus's skull were clear, and only the bones remained, and we were certain that it was him, my poor, venerable, fallen brother. He was indeed dead, as was Sanguinius. The remains of his brothers were truly collected and returned to their respective heirs. The soul of Ferrus Manus never appeared or made any sound until I boarded the Emperor's Pride. . They are dead! Betrayed! Dead! Our father is imprisoned on the throne, and what we have to do is to avenge them!
"Hmm...so? Sir?"
"And now!" The Thirteenth Primarch raised his voice, pointing at the seemingly silent golden Garuda opposite, "Let's not say whether this 'loyal Fulgrim from other universes' is Not a trap! Now the bird claims to be Fei Russ Manus himself, my brother who has been dead for ten thousand years! Not a human! He cannot even speak with his own voice! This bird can only speak! Chirping..."
"Guilliman!" The silver-covered loudspeaker on the Contemptor Dreadnought once again issued a synthesized voice. It was resolute and cold, but it was like a volcano wrapped in magma under a thick rock layer, and there was a hint of the same irritation. , "I can't speak for a reason. Yes! But I'm speaking through a pronunciation device! Don't you have the ability to tell what my voice is? Or is it true that your respect for me is false? Not me?”
Both sides glared at each other.
"Perhaps." The third original body interjected through the technique of vocal cord vibration, using a voice that was originally beautiful but now hoarse, "Well, maybe you two can communicate with each other through some unknown things that only you Verify what two people only know? Since it is Guilliman we want to convince, then, Ferus, you should provide proof. To be fair, this is really hard to accept. His world has been overturned too quickly." br>
Garuda breathed heavily, "Okay, you can ask me any question. Guilliman, I hope that after you answer it, you can accept the fact that we have two Fulgrim here, and myself. , we also brought the combined forces of the Emperor's Children and the Iron Hands."
"Excellent." The Thirteenth Primarch's eyes were heavy, "I will expose your lies. The first question..."
(End of chapter)