Chapter 250 Everything freezes and the prodigal son turns back
The fierce cold wind did not let up until the next day. The restless snowflake elves flickered outside the window like ghosts that took their lives. Even the wood was frozen with ice. Arya gathered around the stove and looked worriedly at the faint light in the big shed. Red hot light.
Hagrid put the palm he used to kill lives on the girl's shoulder, but his eyesight was better, and he could see the lush greenery in the greenhouse field, which was so cold that he couldn't lift his head. Even if there was heating equipment, the temperature there was too low. It got to the point where it made those little poor things freeze.
Genetically modified wheat can withstand cold that is unbearable for mortals, but no one can tell what will happen if it continues like this.
Arya closed her palms at this moment and muttered silently. "The merciful Lord of mankind, let the malt bear fruit; the amiable Lord of mankind, let the gold come..."
Hagrid licked his chapped mouth. Due to the cold, his skin began to lack moisture. But even so, he did not pray to the emperor, but he respected other people's choices. However, when Arya prayed, the old man couldn't bear it. The resident looked towards the crackling fuel of the stove inside.
The prayer lasted for several moments. As the cold wind became more intense, Arya's voice seemed unable to reach Terra. She also understood that her prayer was only for psychological comfort, but she quickly adjusted her attitude.
"Ha... In this way, the Emperor will help us, but he needs some time, right?"
Arya asked Hagrid, but the giant didn't know how to answer. "Yes, definitely...definitely." He muttered numbly. Even if he returned to the empire at this moment, he still could not accept the faith he had betrayed. This was complicated and strange. He felt that he was not worthy, and he also had the feeling that he was counting. The dissatisfaction with the Emperor accumulated over thousands of years of warp life.
Arya was very sensitive, she was a smart child, and she didn't bring it up. She just stretched out her hand and enjoyed the meager heat of the fire to warm her weak body.
There are not many worlds as gentle as Terra in the natural environment where the universe was born, and Skadi is definitely not one of them. When Arya's lovely eyebrows are slightly frozen with ice threads, the mist she spits out will also appear. As if falling in mid-air, this place has become a complete ice hell.
Hagrid gently wiped away the frozen things on Arya's cheeks. He was relieved that the moisture was frozen instead of Arya, but now, he had to let go of things that might lower the body temperature again.
Fortunately, there was no gap in the house. The thick clothes preserved most of Arya's body temperature, and the promethium-added flame could burn brightly. Things were not too bad. When Hagrid stirred the coffee that was burning on the stove, in order to let these things burn, Ironing and tumbling require more time than usual.
He added melted cheese to it, and although cheese was only popular in Skadi because it could be stored for a longer period of time, it had to be admitted that this original fermented food offered them a lot of hope.
Sugar, cheese, heat, temperature, this coffee has become strange, rich and sweet, it must not taste bad, and Hagrid poured those things out of the military pot and put them in a bowl. "Drink, you'll get through it."
Arya breathed out a thin stream of mist. "What about you, teacher? Don't you have one?"
Hagrid said. "I'm not cold. Space Marines can seal pores, preserve moisture and heat in the body, and achieve 100% internal circulation."
Arya said. "At most 80%. I went to school and did better than most of my peers. Don't lie to me. I'll give you half, otherwise you won't be able to survive!"
Hagrid shook his head. "One third..." They are not short of supplies, but it will take too long to reach a sufficient temperature in this weather. Secondly, people don't know how long the snowstorm will last. Hagrid is a little regretful. He didn't expect the weather here to be like this. It was extreme, but when he saw Arya's little body curled up but firmly guarding the crops, he couldn't bear to let the child leave even more.
He was like a worried grandfather, neither willing to let go of his child nor worried about Arya being in the castle. He felt that he could take good care of her and teach her things that were not in the books, to be relied on, to be relied on, and that strange The family affection and friendship made him unable to let go.
Is wheat important? Not necessarily for the current Hagrid. Of course, they are one of his few friends, but the value of living people far exceeds those things. When this idea appeared in Hagrid's mind, this person was hopelessly injured. The traitor also embarked on the road to redemption.
He slowly added new fuel, slowly tasted the strong coffee, and looked at the sleepy Arya. The kitten was sleepy because the Skadi atmosphere was covered with clouds, and it was difficult to distinguish between day and night. He lightly Light shaking.
"It's not time to go to bed, so you can't rest at night, otherwise you will feel uncomfortable."
Arya rubbed her eyes. "Sorry, it's too comfortable in here."
Hagrid sighed, and thought that if his former battle brothers saw him in his current state, they would be shocked and speechless.
But now the cold wind is biting and the temperature is getting worse. If it gets better at night, it will not be difficult to survive today. Hagrid put new food in the boiler, stirred it, then stood up and started to fill the walls of the room with cotton. The warmth brought by this is only a drop in the bucket, but it is better than having nothing at all. At least it makes people feel warm visually.
Amidst the crackling of the fire, Arya looked at the falling snowflakes outside the window. Those elves completely blocked most of the view, and the entire greenhouse seemed to be buried in the snow. If the quality of the things here were not of excellent quality, It’s also a little scary.
But she didn't regret staying here. She cared more about the wounded big man than the cold. The sensitive girl had already felt that this man had been attacked by the Mechanicus. At the same time, she was also attacked by the Chaos Space Marines. Pass.
They all had wounds, but Arya came over and got scars. Now she took the initiative to help him, which was kind and she could learn a lot from this old man. Arya respected Hagrid very much, almost only Second to her adoptive father.
This smart child rarely causes anyone to worry, but the only time he reveals his personality is with his father and here. He is the first duchess of Skadigan and Pan Lan’s next planetary governor, Arya. I am burdened with pressure that many of my peers do not understand.
She looked at the snowflakes outside the window, but she thought in her heart, please don't stop the weather that isolates her from the world. This is why even if she prays, she only prays for wheat to survive the cold.
Arya rarely became childish, and it was only on days like this with "strange relatives" that she could show the childishness that a 16-year-old should have.
This time the snowstorm felt different from different angles. For Hagrid, it was like a trial to test whether he could protect Arya. For the girl, it was a unique and long experience that made her let go of everything. Painful vacation.
The definitions of beauty and discomfort are so vague. Some people like it and others hate it, but their opinions are not wrong. Such contradictory and harmonious days lasted for several days and months, about ten days. The specific days were because of the cold. The sunrise and sunset are blurry and unclear.
When the snowstorm lasted for many days, the cold was no longer exaggerated. In the hut, a girl wearing thick winter clothes was cooking food. Hagrid, the giant, used a hammer to hammer the wooden horse he made for the girl. A beautiful white unicorn appeared. It was too naive for Arya, but how could a giant who had experienced thousands of years of history be so simple.
Hagrid gave the final blow, and then used his own huge force to twist the simple spring device behind the wooden horse. The principle is not complicated, it is just a giant clockwork car, but if such a device is enlarged to be exaggerated like an anime, Its kinetic energy will be quite powerful.
"Come on, try it?" Hagrid put down the car with a smile. Arya put down the spoon like an adult and walked over in heavy clothes.
"It's so beautiful, such a handsome horse..." Arya commented and stroked the unicorn's saddle. After she rode on it and pressed the starting mechanism, the car actually carried her slowly. Get up.
However, only a Space Marine could twist such a huge clockwork mechanism, enough to carry the girl and several kilograms of wood and iron sheets forward. Therefore, this became a gift that Hagrid could only give her.
Arya rode forward like a Valhalla female general. The spoon in her hand became a command sword. The carriages and horses galloped around the house. This became one of the few moments in the cold days. fun, and she even gets sweaty after the activity.
But the gods were not kind. After dinner, when Arya went to take care of the fierce horse, the cold outside the window suddenly came back, and a fierce storm fell. This time the temperature dropped so much that the promethium froze, and Arya's face turned pale. But he shouted it immediately. "Wheat!"
Hagrid immediately looked towards the window. His superhuman eyesight quickly saw that the malts in the frost had become quite haggard. They would never survive. His heart, both hearts, stung for this. , no one will look at the fruits of their own hard work, and their children will be in such pain without being moved.
"Damn..."
"What should I do?" He was at a loss. Even Superman couldn't do it. They could stay up all night to maintain their body temperature and get through it, but those wheats couldn't, those plants had no heat...
Arya asked, clutching her chest. "How's it going, teacher?"
Hagrid sighed. "No, let's wait until next year..."
"No!" Arya shouted suddenly, tears in her eyes. "I don't have many days to stay in Skadi. If the wheat harvest can't be good, I won't be able to see..."
Hagrid suddenly rubbed his temples. Because of his stubbornness and stupidity, he made this child endure the cold with him. The biggest wish of the pale little girl in front of him was to watch the golden wheat fields mature. As a former Ultramarine, he , but can't complete this task?
He suddenly let out a breath of hot breath. "Ultramarines Legion, 3rd Platoon Commander, Hagrid, requested to come out..." He put on thick clothes and asked Arya.
"My commander, how to save those children?"
Arya closed her eyes and thought. "Start overload, open the core of the temperature equipment, and then adjust it according to red, blue, and red to double the warmth it generates. There are seven large heating equipments in this area, all over..."
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Hagrid put his finger to her mouth. "That's enough, my commander, the veteran is out, the mission must be completed!" He did not leave Arya time to regret, walked out of the room, and quickly closed the door, leaving Arya alone in the room looking at the fire...
And when Hagrid left, the cold instantly climbed up his body. He felt that his clothes had turned into power armor. They were hard and the cold protection effect was much worse. Fortunately, there was no snow inside the greenhouse, so he would not be affected by the cold. Melting snow creates moisture that drains energy.
Compared with the pain during his service days, it was just cold here and the visibility was low. He strode across the ground very quickly, and the soft soil became dry and hard, crackling, leaving only the sound of his steps.
Soon he turned on the first device. The half-man-high thing quickly became red-hot after starting the overload, and provided him with a lot of energy.
He continued to move forward without saying a word. He was familiar with the route inside the greenhouse, one, two, and three. The temperature gradually climbed up, and rays of light like the sun began to rise inside the dark greenhouse. Arya looked from the window. Standing, smiling happily.
"He succeeded! He succeeded..."
But Hagrid couldn't hear it. He was now tortured by the cold to the point where his body couldn't obey. The long journey and low temperature made this superman start to slow down. The fifth one, or the sixth one? His heart beat slower and his breathing took longer.
When he turned on the sixth device and relied on warmth to restore a lot of energy, he realized that he was getting older, the circulation ability of his heart was getting worse, and the insulation effect of his muscles was also greatly reduced. Time is not forgiving...
No matter how powerful the veteran is, he must consider practical reasons. He may not be able to survive...
But suddenly, he slapped himself in the face and said as if he was crazy. "Sergeant Hagrid, what is your mission?"
He asked and answered himself. "Save your children!"
After saying that, it seemed like there was a strange force dragging this old body forward. He couldn't complain about being old, nor could he ignore this. His body was in tatters and had constant wounds. During this time, his physical symptoms became more and more serious. Deterioration, he had lived long enough, the nasty wounds of many years of war eating away at his abilities.
But so what?
He walked to the last device and opened it skillfully, as if it was something he was destined to do. When the warmth came, his physical strength reached its limit. In a daze, he knelt on the ground and bathed in the device. The warmth it emits is insignificant to him.
That kind of power dragged him away for a long time, and finally he returned to the wooden house. When the door opened, Arya ran over shouting, but the giant did not have the strength to close the door and fell to the ground. However, the girl did not scream or panic. At a loss, she braved the wind and cold that almost killed her, closed the door with astonishing will, and dragged the old man to the stove.
The warmth restored Hagrid's sanity and strength, but he realized that the current body temperature could no longer keep him alive, he said tremblingly. "Wheat, it's okay, kid."
Arya's eyes were red. "Teacher, Grandpa Hagrid, you are okay, aren't you?"
At this moment, Hagrid had no strength to answer. He just weakly knelt down to the flames, apologized to his father, apologized to Guilliman, apologized to the Emperor, and prayed that they would let Arya grow up healthily. Now he is not a warrior. , not a soldier, just a grandfather with children.
Therefore, he was able to drag his old body and complete the last mission of his life for Skadi and Arya...
And in the end, he becomes a hero!
Arya also closed her eyes, and for the first time, the girl prayed devoutly to the Emperor to extinguish the storm and bring warmth back, again and again.
Before Hagrid's body could no longer hold on any longer, he didn't know whether the sudden cold wind had finally come to an end or whether the prayer was really effective. A beam of light fell on Hagrid's old face, causing him to slowly wake up.
He saw Arya lying on his chest, sleeping with red eyes, the huge sun hanging in the sky, and the extinguished heating equipment outside the window represented that they helped Xiaoma survive the night.
Hagrid feebly touched the girl's cheek and muttered to himself. "Thank you, Father, thank you..." and then shed tears of regret. (End of chapter)