Chapter 589 Diglis’ Lunch
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"There is no free lunch."
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Well, considering that the creature who calls himself Julius in the appearance of "Robert Guilliman" intends to turn over the table and stop playing, there is actually nothing Diglis can do to stop him from having an affair with someone in Macragge. The Eighth Primarch joined forces and went on a killing spree, gleefully ripping out everyone's hearts and lungs.
Based on this knowledge and the other party is still telling him what to do so seriously, it is best for him to follow the other party's wishes and see what is waiting for him at the destination of this ship.
To be honest, he discovered with a sense of sadness and guilt that after experiencing such long mental torture from a certain original body and explosive viewing of secrets, he had no idea that there would really be a living person at the destination of his trip. The hope that the Gene Father was waiting for him was not as great as he thought.
The chief think tank of the Ultramarines took a deep breath.
The Enterprise made a small sound above him.
Perhaps others and the crew of Cadia and other worlds who serve this ship will think that this is just the normal operation sound of this beautiful and advanced engineering marvel.
But Diglis knew it wasn't.
This is what it is snickering about.
The chief think tank could almost imagine an inexplicably handsome but scarred pale face curling its thin lips sarcastically towards everyone.
Perhaps using the pronoun "it" to refer to the Enterprise is also inappropriate and inaccurate, and "he" should be used instead.
Thirteen minutes after setting foot on this ship, Diglis knew that he could not leave quietly alone, because he had already felt the spread of the disease on this ship that was called an interstellar merchant ship but was too spacious and comfortable to look like a nobleman. The expensive yacht magnified the spiritual power contained in the strange ships, and they stared at him.
An extremely powerful psyker with a tenacious soul resides here, spreading throughout every part of the ship like the roots of an ancient tree. Yes, but with Diglis' level of strength and experience, he could definitely feel this naked and undisguised look coming from the hull.
But at that time, the chief think tank naively believed that this was because the ship might be lucky enough to have a navigator with excellent pedigree and outstanding abilities.
As legal psychic mutants and close relatives of the empire, navigators are often a little different from ordinary people in appearance and spirit, and they have further close soul ties with the ships they navigate. This situation is in It's not a rare thing or a secret at Digris' level.
Therefore, as a relatively well-educated Astartes passenger, with some courtesy or a sign of keeping things in perspective, the Chief Thinker first restrained the offensive part of his psychic light, but put aside the defensive part. Parts are smoothly integrated into their own equipment.
It seemed that someone in the darkness snorted or sneered.
Then the chief think tank felt some pressure relieved, and "he" left temporarily.
Diglis turned his attention to the one who seemed to be the leader among the receptionists on the side. The other person didn't seem to notice any change. He just waited patiently for his eyes to look over, and then saluted him in a timely manner.
Thankfully, it's some variation of the Aquila Rite, but it's still legal.
"Lord Digris."
The chief think tank stared at the person in front of him who said his name. The other person was a little nervous, but he continued, "Please come with me, your guest room is ready."
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After a while, the reception team was already standing on the automatic road in the suspended high-speed cabin. Diglis looked at the automatic walking path under his feet with interest. This kind of setting is not found in most spaceships. There may be some perceived waste of valuable energy on the crew, but there's no denying that it's really convenient and easy to navigate.
With several changes in color and speed, they stopped several times and were now flying quickly past people or groups of patrols walking around in twos and threes at normal walking speeds.
Those people in twos and threes also seemed to have their own work destination. People were holding data tablets, files or toolboxes, and wearing some simple uniforms that looked like the uniforms of the Imperial Navy. Diglis noticed that some people's The eye color is not purple, and their skin color and subtle racial features are also different, indicating that the members serving on this ship come from many different imperial worlds.
Moreover, some of the people waiting for him in the teleportation room were obviously just summoned by certain regulations as a precaution. At least it seemed that the members of the medical team and the emergency response team left shortly after they walked out. Now Di Gris was surrounded only by the receptionist who had first spoken to him.
"How should I call you? Madam?" It seemed that Diglis was not expecting to speak first. The Cadian man was a little surprised, but he quickly picked up his words.
"That's very kind of you, my lord. I am Hannah Ketzlar, you can call me Hannah."
The receptionist's nervousness soon began to dissipate in the gentle conversation of the chief think tank's slightly thin and haggard face. Diglis noticed that it was definitely not the first time that she stood next to Astartes like this, because She didn't subconsciously distance herself and make defensive body language like most mortals who encountered beings like them for the first time. She was relaxed and accustomed to it.
"Okay, Miss Hannah. Are you from Cadian? Have you ever been in the military? Cadia... the great rift has opened, I heard some news, I'm sorry."
"Yes." A trace of sadness passed across her face, but it disappeared quickly. "Don't worry, sir, even so, Cadia is still standing. Before the great retreat, I used to be the air force of Cadia's inner guard. Pilot Captain, but now that I am serving the Enterprise, it should be regarded as...according to what the above said, 'retirement and resettlement', but I am? Quite satisfied with this." "This is an unusual evaluation." The chief think tank smiled gently. The bookish temperament brought about by the countless days and nights spent in meditation and reading in the Ptolemaic Library made him more aggressive as a warrior. Slightly reduced, "I heard that the Cadians still regard military service as a virtue and the most noble job."
"That's true, but now the boss said that if you are really tired of fighting, you can choose to find a job nearby, so I immediately signed up and applied for the job here, and then they told me that I was hired - this is really Very good." Her chatterbox seemed to be opened up and she began to ramble on. , "We don't have to move too far, and Ravs and I - oh, he's my fiancé, sir, he used to be my machine gunner - we can get a bigger living quarters and not have to work separately, so We can continue to see each other as often as before.”
"And." Her purple eyes sparkled, and Diglis was surprised to find that Hannah, who was also a resident of Cadia and a young woman with purple eyes, was different from the mysterious priestess, but she made the chief think tank wary. I can't get up, and I can't hate it either.
She is a rare, healthy, complete, and powerful one. Her soul is as vibrant, hopeful, and shining as a round pearl in the vision of the psyker - just like Tigris. She was completely different from the refugees and warriors she had met who had unfortunately lost their home world. Hatred and anger had their own place in her heart, but they were not everything she had.
"You know what? I've flown airplanes that can go high and fast, and they're great, but they've always been intra-atmospheric fighters. Because of my training and service before working here, I've never left Cadia. ”
She smiled. She was not a beauty, but Diglis thought her smile was beautiful and contagious.
"I never left the slums outside Cadia during my childhood, and I never left that continent after I became a pilot. I used to like flying kites because I wanted to see what was on the clouds. Now, I can and My new family is together, while working and sailing on such a big ship in the sea of stars, and I also contribute to the construction of my new hometown. I feel that I am both proud and satisfied.”
For some reason, a slightly sour but equally full ripple passed through the chief think tank's heart. He nodded, "New hometown - have you found an imperial world willing to accept you? This is not easy. The Mechanicus may accept the population. But——”
"Adults of the Mechanicum, let's forget it." She frowned slightly and muttered, while motioning to Diglis. The moving walkway under her feet flashed blue three times, and then stopped at the intersection of a fork in the road. "We're just walking in here, my lord."
"Why? The relationship between the Cadian Astra Militarum and the believers of Ohm Messiah should be pretty good."
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His ceramic steel boots did not make the usual obvious special footsteps on the ground. There was even a carpet in the center. It was obviously a dedicated accommodation area to prevent the noise of walking from disturbing the residents. .
As they continued to advance, the lights in the alcoves on both sides automatically turned on. Diglis observed this area and was surprised to find that it was not the same as any imperial ship he had been on or any heretical ship that had jumped into trouble. They are all different, there are almost no exposed cables and I don’t know what the purpose of the pipes is, and there is no faint smell of promethium and engine oil everywhere. The interior of this boat is so smooth and seamless, as if it is made of some naturally grown material. A ship is not something carved, riveted, or welded by the hands of craftsmen.
"Before we settle down completely," she guided Diglis towards a silver hatch. There didn't seem to be any handles on this door to open or enter, but she pulled a handle from her waist. She pulled out a card from the small box, scratched a certain position on the door, entered her own password on the keyboard that emerged, and then motioned for Diglis to come forward and say a random password.
"Please remember this password of yours. Before disembarking, you can enter the room with the card and password. - Ah, at that time, there were a small number of people who looked down upon our new home and wanted to go to Agri. The priests of Pina - I heard that the Agrippina Forge World has always had a cooperative relationship with us, and then only a small number of these people escaped."
"What happened? I don't think the venerable priests of Agrippina would betray the Empire. Their loyalty is obvious to all."
"Haha..." The pleasant smile disappeared from the corner of her mouth and turned into something more like a helpless or mocking smile. "The people who escaped said that many of them were left behind and changed to Agrippina was in urgent need of replenishing the skitarii, but more old, weak, women, children and too young White Shields failed to escape. Guess what became of them?”
A bitter and inevitable guess emerged from the back of Diglis's tongue. Damn it, he knew that the Om Messiah believers did sometimes lose too much human thinking, and thought that this would make them more convinced that flesh and blood were weak and weak. The Om Messiah who is closer to them... But in this case, it is too... Don't they understand that the empire and they also have a relationship of mutual prosperity and loss?
"I think you should have guessed that they made the people who could not escape into various servitors, and then when the superiors sent our ship to take other people to negotiate, they were quite surprised at first. Someone would actually negotiate with them for the sake of refugees. I still remember that one that seemed completely The bishop, who was completely inhuman, said, 'It's because these Cadian refugees are desperate for revenge, so we let them contribute the greatest loyalty they can to the empire. 'Well, they are indeed! Very loyal, this is also an aspect of loyalty.”
She shrugged and placed the card in Diglis' palm, which was unusually large compared to hers.
"Please take it, sir. This is your ID card, pass, one of the room keys, the equipment in the room, the license to use various fitness and entertainment facilities on the ship, and the dining certificate from the restaurant on the Enterprise."
"So many?" The chief think tank was almost stunned for a moment by her matter-of-fact attitude. Is this really an imperial merchant ship? Will the Imperial merchant ships provide so many services to Astartes passengers?
"The size of your ship's facilities can be used by Space Marines? Can the restaurant also serve special food for Space Marines?"
"Of course, my lord, why not?" Hannah seemed a little surprised and asked, "All of our facilities are available to mortals and adults like you."
The curator of the Ultramarines think tank pursed his lips, "In other words, there are other Astartes stationed here for a long time? Otherwise, I can't think of why there are these additional facilities and items here."
"Ah, it's about this problem, sir." She glanced into the room. Diglis followed her gaze and saw an eye-catching clock with a strange style but with the "Warrior" brand logo popping out. The number eleven thirty.
"It's lunch time and the restaurant is open. Why don't you go and see it for yourself?"
It's true what you say.
At 11:40, Diglis held onto his staff and walked into the Enterprise's dining room.
At 11:42, the restaurant was quarantined and a crowd evacuation plan was initiated.
At 11:45, the damage control team, the mortal medical team and other departments arrived at the scene and began to record the testimonies of every combat participant present, especially the security escorts from the Emperor's Children who were the most emotional.
"He ran in without asking and burned my newly dyed hair! This was a serious injury! Do you know?! Serious injury! I only needed two weeks to grow after being split! But my hair grew bigger after he burned it. It takes half a year to regain such luster and length! I demand compensation for the mental loss! ”
(End of chapter)