Chapter 574 Interlude·1·It is impossible for Lao Deng not to cause trouble on Ascension Day-
Destiny Steel
Simulated Terra Time 15:15PM
"Lead the men I sent you to once again strengthen the defense of the chapel before midnight tonight. You must defend it like a palace! The defeated will be beaten to death at eleven to punish such weakness!"
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Sigismund was in charge of calculating the desserts, drinks and training room usage time lost by both sides in the canteen attack and defense battle, when he suddenly heard such a gritty and rather retro sentence from his mechanical senses. Order.
This voice is very distinctive, much like Lord Lamizane, but it lacks the lingering lazy feeling, and there is a little bit of imperceptible electronic synthesis in the tail - it's Perturabo grown ups.
The Templar Captain's thoughts passed through the neatly arranged biochips like lightning, and then he replied to the other party in the next millisecond.
"The order has been received and all personnel not on duty will be summoned to the chapel defense line in thirty minutes and the reinforcement work will begin."
"Twenty minutes!"
"...The order has been received, correct the time again, and start issuing assembly notices to non-duty personnel."
"Go outside the chapel in ten minutes to receive the two teams of iron rings I sent. And - is he still silent? Was it the same when Fulgrim and the others came?"
"No, Lord Perturabo." The electronic eyes of the mecha emitting a faint blue light accelerated on the rows of settlement data, sending data to the kitchen, while continuing to deal with his obvious bossing and recovering from his unattractive mood. New boss in a good mood, "Everything in Roger Dorn's amniotic fluid chamber is still stable and there are no abnormalities. Do you want me to send you another copy of your surveillance footage?"
"Hmph! No need! I can see it myself! - He was once your genetic father, Sigismund, you should use the honorific title for him!"
"As you wish, my lord. Lord Rogal Dorn's amniotic fluid chamber has been operating smoothly in the past week, with no abnormalities."
"Hmph. Remember your mission."
With a distant electronic beep, the Templar Commander sent all the data packets of the ruling results to the officers beside him. Two seconds later, the file sent to the kitchen also showed that the transmission was completed. The people surrounding him The warriors heard the power-increasing roar of his core reactor - those who knew him well knew it was the sound he made when he was about to initiate short-distance teleportation.
"The referee settlement is over, it's time for me to leave. Temporary mission."
"Where are you going, Lord Sigismund? Is there anything we can do to help you?"
The one who boldly asked the question was an eager member of the First Company, a former Imperial Fist, a tough man who was selected into the First Company of the "Silver Skulls" due to his excellent qualities. Now this weathered veteran looked at the Astartes-sized mechs. His eyes were as hot as looking at his favorite painful gloves.
"No, we have enough manpower." The calm voice of the Templar Commander came from behind the visor, "Your task tonight is to decorate the entire canteen and prepare your tribute program. As far as I know, tonight Ma Lord Genar is definitely here together with Lord Guilliman. Your mission is here, make them happy, and don’t let anything else disturb the adults’ good mood to relax tonight.”
"What about Lord Ramizane and... Lord Perturabo?" The Astartes who had taken off their helmets felt the slight sting of the electric charge before the teleportation on their facial skin, so they all retreated to a distance. .
"I can't tell." A narrow space crack was formed, and the Templar Commander stepped into it. "If my mission is completed well, they will appear. So don't slack off. Even in the Terra Palace, it is not often possible to gather more than three Primarchs. This is a big event, don't mess it up. .”
When the last few fragments of the space rift returned to the proper field of vision of the space, the people left behind began to discuss it heatedly.
"It's a mission that even Lord Sigismund can talk about..." The Astartes who were left in front of the cafeteria looked at each other, "I don't know what kind of powerful and unimaginable opponent it is."
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"Nurgle Demon Army? Don't the roaming ports and fleets still have quarantine ships?"
"It's done. I heard that the chief apothecary of our war group brought the cousins of the Death Guard and killed them seven in and seven out, and found out all the Nurgle believers who were mixed in with the refugees in Cadia. It’s hard to take out the ion flames of the reactor and disinfect them. Seriously, why would anyone believe in Nurgle in that place? It’s not chaotic enough.”
"Perhaps it will be the Orc warlords? I heard recently that they are actually quite rampant in other parts of the galaxy. They should have produced giant individuals that are powerful enough." A former member of the War Dogs said thoughtfully, "My ax is hungry. So thirsty! ”
"That has nothing to do with us here. The orcs around the Calixis sector route have been almost wiped out by the Iron Hands. Most of the places they have dealt with will not have any more orcs in the near future. .”
This is a former warrior of the Emperor's Children. This group of survivors of Istvaan III was replaced by "Now you have three Primarchs. One is young and tender, approachable and likes to drive screws. He is learning how to be a noble and pretentious person." The Primarch, a lying Dreadnaught but still able to wield a sword and carrying Ferrus Manus, and a long-horned, fat snake-faced old woman are continuing to fight the Great Demon of Slaanesh in the subspace. Guo has recently been showing off his super-large clothes all over the empire and raped the eyes of everyone who saw it." After this shocking shock equivalent to ten thousand years, he quietly and calmly () interacted with him ten thousand years later. The juniors met. Although he ultimately did not choose to return to the current company of the Emperor's Children, the two parties still maintained contact and exchanged information, so he was better informed.
"I once cooperated with the Iron Hands nine thousand years ago, which is nostalgic... But I heard that their fighting style has changed a lot now. If they don't grow orcs, will they not even grow living creatures? But orcs are like Like mushrooms, they always pop up somewhere, maybe Tyranids?”
"The direction where the Hive Fleet's tentacles are coming is from the other side of the galaxy, which is far away from us. However, sooner or later, it will reach here. I still have respect for the people and warriors of the empire today, but I'm afraid they have too many things. In the end, it was impossible to completely resist... I don’t know if it is to be prepared, but I heard that the Chapter is selecting a special operations team to target the Tyranids.”
"Is this happening? Why haven't I heard about it?"
"Didn't the recently synthesized enemies in the simulation training hall include various types of Tyranids? That means there will definitely be related actions in the future."
"That's it! Some of those bugs are really difficult to deal with, and the trickiest thing is that they can even evolve themselves, which means there are a lot less choices."
"If it's neither, then what?"
"The Eldar have shown no obvious signs of war with humans recently. These pointed ears suddenly shrank. I heard that there are many Eldar mercenaries dressed as adventurers and merchants in the Wandering Port."
"What mercenaries? In my opinion, they are all pirates and spies! These pointy ears are not worthy of trust."
"However, the Wandering Port is now called the 'Free Trade Experimental Zone' according to Lord Lamizane's wishes. In theory, all alien races can enter and trade as long as they can pass quarantine and security inspections. I heard my juniors mention that the Far Eastern Planet A group of blue-skinned aliens also appeared in the domain, causing some noise.”
"Then it's none of our business. Lord Guilliman himself is also working here and there in Wandering Port. He didn't say much about this group of aliens. I guess Lord Perturabo can't comment too much. After all, , you know, that is Lord Guilliman’s five hundred worlds.”* A silent smile passed through the crowd.
"Hey, let's go! Let's clean up! How will we decorate the venue if we don't finish cleaning the ruins?! Don't stay here, otherwise we will judge you as large non-burnable garbage!"
The scowl was from those who did not take turns to enjoy this confrontation. Those who did not take turns were responsible for cleaning the battlefield and removing all solid waste. Naturally, they were full of resentment.
They were also followed by a group of newly arrived Cadian crew members who were stunned with laser guns, shovels, brooms and other cleaning tools in their hands - even though a certain border collie declared that he did not need "no" on his ship. Reliable, will increase variables, Fragile" mortals, but in the end he agreed to recruit a group of Cadian mortals to receive naval training as the new Seleucid auxiliaries ten thousand years later. Of course, this was also regarded as the Destiny Steel's confrontation with the three thousand A certain kindness unleashed by the Vancadian immigrants.
So everyone who was chatting shut up and began to help them clean and decorate the canteen.
"Speaking of... why do we need to temporarily arrange a canteen to celebrate Lord Sanguinius's... death... Ascension Day? Regardless of why we need to celebrate this... don't we have a chapel? Isn't it more suitable for everyone to gather there? Come to the festival ceremony together?”
"Compared to this, I simply can't imagine how we would face this situation if we had cousins from the Ninth Legion here. The atmosphere will definitely become more solemn than setting out to kill ten worm hive tyrants."
"...Oh...Thank God, my toes are already digging into my boots. Shouldn't it be said that we don't have Lord Sanguinius's heir here now..."
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Destiny Steel
Simulated Terra Time 15:25PM
In front of the chapel
"It's great that you can come here! Sir!" Maxim, the current adjutant and temporary leader of the 10th Company, hurriedly came forward and saluted Sigismund who appeared here.
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"How's the situation?" He nodded in return, and the young Astartes opposite, who was once an Astral Knight, became obviously excited.
Although Sigismund's multi-functional multi-spectrum mechanical bionic eye scanned for a second and found many clues, he was still willing to ask the young officer first, which was more in line with a wonderful sense of ritual. Planting things is so necessary today.
Maxim's power armor and helmet are covered with traces of flames, explosion pits and knife cuts. The original color of ceramic steel is exposed in many places. The tightly arranged and beautiful lines on the gun steel color texture are silvery and shiny. There are also traces of gold, which made Sigismund’s bionic brow muscles jump: These little guys The base material of the guy's ceramic steel is actually a fine gold moon silver composite material. In other words, these power armors are finely crafted power armors that have been greatly improved in terms of psychic use, resistance, and physical resistance. The golden armor is comparable in some aspects, no wonder they can resist here for so long.
Judging from the wiring techniques, Sigismund was too familiar with it. It was produced by the Armory, but the original design drawing must not have been drawn by Decima. Decima, an expert in dismantling balls and a firepower maniac, could not draw it. Such a calm but still elegant and beautiful line could only have been drawn by one person.
...Lucky descendants, he thought.
For a fraction of a second, he really wanted to take them and throw them into a steel cage. He didn't know what would happen?
Sigismund's mechanical prosthetic eye blinked, and some pink-purple and blue-purple magic witch fire was extinguished by the "field" formed instantly just as it tried to ignite on the biochip.
"A new wave of offensive was repelled by us just three minutes ago! Another minute ago, two groups of iron ring soldiers arrived here, but I don't have their permission documents, so we are still on the position now, no Order us not to retreat.”
"I have their authorization documents and yours. Let's take a look."
Sigismund nodded, transferred the data, and at the same time took out the authorized and stamped written document for the other party to compare.
"They will be commanded by me personally, so you don't have to worry about it. You have been defending here continuously since six days ago, and it's time to take a turn to take a rest. Not only will the original masters be present in the cafeteria tonight, but there will also be many gift programs. As well as the sumptuous Ascension Day dinner prepared for us by the big kitchen, I think you won’t want to miss tonight’s menu - have all the 10th Company got it now?”
"Yes, sir, twenty-seven of us have moved to the rear position, and the fearless brothers have also begun to retreat. But I think the next wave of attacks will begin soon."
"Very good, just hand over your position to Iron Ring now. They will enter the defensive position in ten seconds. Now that your shift handover is completed, you can go back and rest."
"Yes, sir, thank you. Although you are on duty for us, I still want to wish you a happy holiday."
Aha, a very polite and lovable junior indeed. I heard that they were trained by Perturabo himself... Haha, if only the Lord of Steel had cared half as much about his legion back then...
"Happy holidays, Maxim, take your brothers to wash up and enjoy the holiday time."
The adjutant of the 10th Company saluted him again, and then the footsteps of the power armor disappeared neatly along the corridor.
"Okay... let's see. It is said that after the Great Rift, your power increased, and I will now have the honor to experience it myself."
The exquisite but smoky golden relief door of the chapel slowly opened a gap.
Sigismund stood in the center of the formation of specialized mechs, drew his sword, and put the ridge of the sword against his forehead.
Flames were burning under the skeleton's visor and black power armor.
The silent army of the dead is followed by...
The radiant figure reflected the golden color of the sun in Sigismund's blue bionic irises.
(End of chapter)