Chapter 618 Thanks for the nine years of compulsory education-
God... the atmosphere on the Iron Blood is now very solemn.
The mortal crew members did not dare to let out a mouthful, and they were tiptoed when walking. Even the Iron Warriors tried their best to reduce their presence. Of course, this was also because the number of people who could work normally was indeed significantly reduced.
After resisting the time shock wave caused by the time collapse caused by the time migration of the Hrud main nest mothership for the Suga Steel, despite such a long distance, they still intuitively felt from the changes in external observations and internal situations. What would happen when they were told to gather tens of millions or even more of the "space cabin pests" they were told to wipe out:
Some crew members, regardless of mortals and Astart, aging decades or even hundreds of years old as the moment a giant ship like a small boat was thrown up by the surging waves of time and space itself.
Some of the servants who were too old in service turned into a mixture of rotten mucus, bones and rusty metal in just two or three seconds at their jobs, leaving only a pile of thoroughly decomposed carbon dust.
There are also crew members who have directly turned into dust and died. People have experienced thousands of years in their armor and their bodies in their clothes. After the shock wave of time passed by them, only a "bu" sound was left, and a handful of yellow earth fell to the ground.
This is true for most cases of disordered time and death – but a very small number of lucky or unfortunate people have been reported by witnesses to transform from a servant back to an unrenovated state or even a baby state – the former is completely crazy for unknown reasons the next second after he recovers from the human body.
In order to make up for the huge amount of lack of manpower and the corresponding increase in workload on the flagship that needs to be repaired, everyone who can still work is now very busy.
According to observation reports sent back by a few sensors that can still work normally, this main sequence star, which has not yet been officially named in the border galaxy, expanded from a yellow dwarf to a red giant in the moment it was hit by the space-time shock wave caused by the Great Migration of Hrude, and the helium flash that erupted within a few seconds threw a large amount of high-energy particle rays and a photon storm. This change, which originally took millions of years, now takes no more than five minutes.
No one and any of the most craziest advances in existence can explain this change, and the only point of triggering this change is simply because the rock ship of the Hruds' maternal nest resonated with the arrival of the auxiliary fleet when it resonated with the energy of the arrival of the crust of Gugan.
The closest explanation that Ramizane can make for this with his 3K Terra's thinking level is that assuming that the universe is a flat blanket woven by space-time warp and weft, then the power of these group of space-time rats is similar to the "weaving plane" that can pierce the time and space-time fabric like humans pierce a hanging fabric, thus reaching the time when they survive. In other words, although the Hruds are primitive, they are likely to be a weird creature with "time" as their "space".
Therefore, if they are not large enough, the "holes" they poke in time and space will be very small, just like small holes that are stretched out by a toothpick between the yarn of a blanket. Time and space will immediately return to themselves to repair it, tending to let themselves not be dispersed and collapse.
When the Hruds poked holes on the space-time blanket at the same time and occurred at the same time, it was like a big rock being thrown in and broke it. Time and space could not quickly repair itself from such a large or so breaking range, thus causing a collapse of time and space that can be observed by the naked eye in the real universe.
In short, you can't think about it carefully. If you think about it carefully, you will definitely start to fall into various suspicion traps, so Ramizane, who is very good at telling himself that "don't think too much about the details", immediately threw it away.
Anyway, according to his warning, most of the Iron Warrior fleets had escaped to a farther range early, but were slightly affected. He and the people around him were not dead, and most of the Iron Blood and Sublime Iron and their crew members survived in the end. This is a small victory that has been achieved before us, that's good!
And after successfully living through this great disaster, the battle against the Hruds became very dazzling.
Now it is undoubtedly 999.M30.
This is a very important time point.
Why?
Because as a guy who doesn't understand every time he reads, Ramizane will indeed be unable to figure out the details of the specific battle or even make some mistakes, but he will probably take a look at the time of a particularly important event like the "Ulano Victory".
So it's very clear.
The Ulano Victory will take place next year, 000.M31.
Then, considering that after the Ulanno victory, Old Man Huang would immediately return to Terra to repair his illegal network building, Horus would be awarded the title of War Commander, and at this time the command authority of Old Sixteen on other brothers would become more corresponding, and it would be difficult to fool them.
If you want to think of some solutions for the Iron Warriors and yourself before this, what Ramizane has to do in front of you is simply a mess. How can you have time to control the uninhabited star in a galaxy plan to swallow several planets in orbit?
first.
There is a ready-made excuse given to him by the Hrud before leaving, and everyone can see such good things in front of him.
Of course, you should immediately use the traditional skills of the vassal kings of 1K2K Cyris's real power fiefdom - "report to illness but not to court"!
Although it happened many years ago, I have already obtained the full marks in the history subjects of nine years of compulsory education!
Thanks to Seris' solid historical education level, he used the ill to fool the expedition for a few years and started the 200-year empire. It should be enough to gain some buffering time for the Iron Warriors and themselves...
Well... Let him recall that when he was planning to delay time, the vassal king would make a vassal king arguing that he would not be ill. Then it would be normal for him to have "inconvenient communication" because of "the king's orders are not up to date". Moreover, I, the vassal king, really have soldiers and fiefs in his hands. hehe. There is also a magical subspace here. I want to come to messengers and recorders, etc., for a few years, because of the drifting of the subspace...
In short, when the situation is not clear, it is absolutely impossible to make mistakes to use the word "ill" and add the word "drag" to the empire.
Anyway, the Fourth Legion should be considered a front-line cattle and horse, but it is very transparent. The upper class of the empire will not send people to supervise them frequently...
However, even when Ramizane was calculating this matter, he thought he had a very good estimate of the degree of contempt for the Fourth Legion and its Primrose when the Ministry of the Interior and other legions, he would soon be shocked to find that he was still too overestimating the evaluation and politeness of the guys towards the Fourth Legion and Pertulabo.
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In view of the solemn and gloomy atmosphere spread on the flagship after the impact, although the members of the Mechanical Cult's delegation stationed in the 125th Expeditionary Fleet were extremely dissatisfied with the cessation of the battle and retreat, they were not completely brainless robots. After calculation, they believed that this was not a good time to show the anger of the Forged World and the Om Messiah.
So they were waiting outside the command room of the Primarch with the closest to the word depression, and continued to wait for the Primarch, who was said to be in poor health, to take the time to meet them and listen to their demands.
"Pong!" The closed door finally opened to both sides, and a large amount of odor of drugs and hormones floated out from inside. The layers of hanging silver silk satin and black curtains hung low, making it impossible to see the true appearance inside from the moment it opened.
From inside, the best of the Astartes pharmacist with the ship. The three yellow mechanical eyes of the unrestrained Kiros immediately floated from his liquid tank and focused on it.
The Astart was simplified to Δ-M.O.A-beta in the Mechanical Encoding used to distinguish their identity, so they immediately knew that this was the chief pharmacist on the flagship, who was summoned to consult their gene protothes, and should have just finished this treatment and left the room.
The Iron Warrior didn't wear a helmet, he looked paler than his brothers, worried, and absent-minded. Two medical servants followed him mechanically, one of them holding a used medical waste basket in his arms, which was filled with many empty nutritional potions bottles and other drug packaging.
——Maybe this fourth of Ohm Messiah is extremely stubborn but intelligent, and always refutes that their father is not the Son of God, claiming that he is not physically unwell? Alas, look, the flesh and blood are still too weak, so his extraordinary mind would be bound by him so easily.
As he passed by, this thought flashed through Kiros' brain floating in the armored glass tank. ————————
In fact, the chief pharmacist who was full of thoughts and thoughts had no time to pay attention to the ideas of these mechanical sect masters waiting to meet - it was difficult for ordinary people to see any thoughts from a brain or a pile of steel structures in robes.
"Glory" Soraka is one of the members of the Iron and Steel Twelve Parliament. As a member of the pharmacist association, he is obviously absolutely reproachable at least in terms of professionalism, talent and technology related to pharmacists.
Therefore, after the Hrudians' time and space impact was over, he was secretly worried about the Primarch and thought that the noble Iron and Steel was really unforgivable to drag the Primarch into the water. After receiving an order from the command room, Fricks summoned him to treat the Primarch.
He immediately brought as many tools, equipment and medicine as possible, and used two machine servants to install it, and then immediately arrived at the command deck of the Primarch.
The first company commander, the chief trident Fricks, who personally received him at the door. At the same time, he also noticed that the other two tridents in the room had mysteriously disappeared, replaced by the young up-and-coming star of the 14th Dalian, the war blacksmith Dantioc.
But the war blacksmith was in a bad state. Soraka had read his medical report and his aging was very serious. Although it was pity, why could he still stand by the Primarch in such a weak state? Too inappropriate.
Just as his mind habitually drifted away and at the same time walked towards the Primrose with his muscle memory, kneeling down in front of the throne and bowing his head, Ramizane in the shell of Pertulabo in the upper head did not speak. On the contrary, he was also quietly looking at him with relish (?).
...It turns out that this is the "Glorious One" Soraka himself. Hongsuo's genetic seed is based on his seeds. Don't say it, it looks quite similar.
"Get up, Soraka."
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
The chief pharmacist stood up as he said, about to step forward to do a further comprehensive examination of the primordial body—
"Well... I'm fine, but I came to you because you are a recognized pharmacist master. I heard that you are widely respected for your professionalism in the pharmacist association of all legion pharmacists and have a lot of prestige in the speech."
"This is all due to the original body's achievements. We only benefited a lot from the original body's great cause and did not dare to take credit." Soraka hurriedly lowered her head and raised her head, "It's great that you're fine, my lord."
...This flattery is quite good at slapping. It seems that our god... The iron blood potion master's mouth full of mouth running on the train is probably inherited from you. But why are you, as the chief of the medical department, finished this? I don’t worry about whether your father needs to check after taking such a big shock wave? What's wrong with you, the pharmacist? You don't care much about the health of the primordials.
"Then, I guess you have your own communication channel, and many people will ask you about my health status - or my condition?"
Soraka immediately showed a moment of shrunk at this deadly problem, and Fricks sighed secretly under his Terminator's hood.
Fortunately, Ramizane just complained about the professionalism master, but he looked quite weak. You have to coax him, right? Forget it, face-to-face teaching is sometimes like this. This is the case with Gusaris having been staged in various dramas.
"Don't be afraid." Soraka's heart rate increased significantly when he heard these words spit out from the Primarch's lips.
"...I'm serious, I'm going to give you a difficult task, Soraka. It will cause you an unprecedented test."
"I will never refuse my death, my lord!" the chief pharmacist answered immediately if he received an amnesty.
"Listen, next you have to perfectly forge my medical records after the Hrud time shock wave to everyone except you, me, Fricks and Danteoke. You need to include all possible situations to deal with sudden examinations at any time...including but not limited to sudden lethargy...memory loss...time cognitive disorder..."
Soraka's pupils gradually became smaller and smaller due to Ramizane's endless words.
"...Okay, that's all, have you remembered it?"
"...Yes, yes! My Lord!" Soraka was already pale and shaking with her naked eyes. But he still insisted on answering.
"Apart from the people in this room today, everyone asked, this is your answer, remember? This is your most important task next, complete it with your life!"
"Yes! Sir! It's steel inside and outside!"
"Okay, here you will simulate the process and medications that require treatment, and then leave to complete your task."
As the chief pharmacist immediately entered the work state, Ramizane complained in his heart.
His related professional skills are good, but he is a fence-skinned man at first glance. He is a weak technical officer. Although he looks like Hong Suo...
Could it be that your title as the glorious person is to imply that Hong Suo will "glory".
Then where did Hong Suo inherit his flexible and tough personality? But Pepe liked Hong Suo's personality very much at the beginning of time, so... cough cough cough cough cough, stop.
Before leaving, Ramizane suddenly remembered who in the end Soraka died.
It was indeed hurt by mercy, so there is no need to be particularly demanding on him.
Ramizane thought so.
"Soraka, don't get too close to the Emperor's Son, especially their pharmacist. If you plan to save the Emperor's Son, bring a few companions with you and don't leave your back to their pharmacist."
The words that Primrose suddenly told him successfully made the chief pharmacist look worried when he walked out of the door.
(This chapter ends)