Chapter 620 Of course it is Olympia
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In the following week, multiple ships of the 125th Expeditionary Fleet, scattered in the outermost darkness of this remote galaxy, gradually recovered from the shock wave, one after another of the star communications were resent and received, the fleet began to assemble toward the flagship of the original, and the surviving crew and the Legion warriors returning to the ship were asked to work together to count and count all losses and anything left.
Following the Primarch's orders, Fricks then sent a large search team to search for the now-empty galaxy to confirm the situation and ensure that no one was left behind.
These relatively better soldiers brought back a small amount of wreckage, as well as surveys of Gugan, Gorkis and other world grounds.
In places closer to the impact, all creatures and artificial objects cannot escape the rust of time. Only rocks, and the ancient and desolate large rock balls remain in place.
There is nothing left in this galaxy and star gorge except for the obvious changes such as the Hrudian remains, the shattered earth, and the destroyed stars.
The messages sent back by other ships in the fleet in several adjacent galaxies were roughly the same, and they only observed the destruction of Gugan's stars.
The aliens really left without any extra attacks, and no traps left - they left completely from this area.
But the Iron Warriors' fleet did not leave, but began to wait outside the Mandeville point of the dead galaxy as ordered by the Primrose.
Although no one knows what the Primarch wanted to do in violation of Terra's order to stop the offense, or what to wait here, no one had any objections to it.
During this period, they silently witnessed and assisted their father in arresting the senior members of the Mechanical Cult who were stationed in the 125th Fleet one by one, and made their minds into decorations, and unexpectedly successfully recoded the middle and low-level technical priests, allowing them to work harder and more honestly for the Iron Warriors and their ships.
No steel warriors have raised questions about the abnormal, unprecedented behavior of Gene Primarch. They are just trying their best to repair their ships in the absence of orbital docks and other conditions. The secret command of Gene Primarch is conveyed. The 125th Expeditionary Fleet will surely sail long distances, including multiple subspace transitions, under the command of the Primarch. Therefore, it is crucial to repair the vulnerability of the hull caused by the alien time weapon as soon as possible.
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"...But in this abyss gathered all over the desolate galaxy, in addition to the abandoned ones in front of us, there are sixteen major Hrudians living in the world and eighty-six secondary. And just launching an attack on one of the main worlds of this galaxy and the nearby vassal worlds took us seven months, and there were more - 12,000 steel warriors killed, several times more severely injured people who could not fight with all their strength - the pharmacists told me that many people may have to be trapped in their power arsenal for the rest of their lives, because they have become too old, leaving the life-saving system of the power arsenal will take their lives."
Ramizane sat on the throne of the Iron Blood command deck with Pertulabo's shell, Fricks and Dantioc were on both sides of him, the former's Terminator was equipped with his personal emblem, the Legion Commander emblem and the Elite emblem, and was polished and oiled, glittering under the light.
The latter's aging, rusted broken power armor has become a brand new custom cavalry Terminator armor, with his name written on it on the newly installed laurels and bands. Of course, an order that allows all other steel warriors to install names, battle honor emblems and special battle commemorative patterns on their power armor has also been issued to the entire fleet at the same time, but more than half of the legion soldiers are still waiting and watching.
The situation where the Trident was delayed in appointing a third person was considered by many war blacksmiths and company commanders to be another test or interest of the Primarch. They each cheered up and supervised the restoration of the fleet and equipment, and secretly circulated the words that Primarch said to the "lucky" Urdek in the Masonic Hall at that time.
The recruits who had added after that were excited to talk about the changes in the Father of Genes, and the veterans who had experienced the Eleventh Slaughter were obviously more silent and more cautious about the matter.
"So, according to my rough calculation, if we want to take down all the Hrud worlds in the abyss of Sakcholada according to the orders we had given us, and fill all the 120,000 soldiers who can still move in this place, it will be impossible to complete tasks. What do you think?"
Just as everything was ready and just waiting for halfway through the third day of this thing to do, Ramizane sat bored and began chatting with Fricks and Dantioc, and talked about their recent assessment of the reconnaissance situation in nearby galaxies and the number of troops needed to fight and their different views on Terra's orders.
Fricks hesitated. It is not unreasonable that he could always be favored as a Terra veteran under the rule of Pertulabo.
The first company commander recognized his identity when he was in Terra a long time ago, a weapon that was forged very easily and a useful tool. Although many times, he really wanted to speak freely, he also knew clearly that it would probably be the end of his career as his master's skilled weapon.
Therefore, in such conversations, we need to grasp the standard of speaking according to the Gene Father, so that he feels respected and obedient, but we cannot show that he will attack the noble and beloved father and emperor in his words.
The wording similar to thinking and organizing tests the mind of the speaker. Fricks is actually not good at pieced together such sweet words. He prefers to plan and build in the language of mathematics and engineering, but the first company commander really will try his best to consider everything from the bottom of his heart, and Fricks will really execute any orders given to him by Piturabo, perhaps this is why he has always been in this position.
But Dantioc obviously did not have so many concerns about the Chief Trident. This old-looking warrior, who was still young on the inside, had just been inspired by the rescue of the noble Iron and Steel, so he spoke up.
"I think so too! My Lord, Frix and I have used war chess to deduce it. At least more than 500,000 Astart can be used to achieve the goal - this is a task that we don't want us to complete! Moreover, my Lord, this place, I am bluntly speaking, even if we conquer this ghost place, no one will come here to cultivate or colonize it within a few hundred years! Look."
The new trident poked out half of its body, allowing the servant to enlarge the proportion of the holographic star map, and then pointed out for the Lord of Steel, "Look, the closest empire world here is 23 light years away, and because this place can avoid the unstable stellar particle flow and solar storm, the extremely narrow channel of the Vulpa Star Gorge. I dare say that the development here will not be available in the last one hundred... or two hundred years."
Fricks was sweating in his palms for Danteoke's bold frontman.
"Consistent with my opinion." The Lord of Steel did not show any offense, but just rubbed his chin with interest.
"Actually, from the review, no matter how you explain it, you will feel that this place is not a front line that needs to be sent to send a geneprim and 150,000 Legion soldiers across half the Galaxy to attack urgently, right? In other words, either someone deliberately sent the Iron Warriors here to suffer from the blows of these unreasonable mice, the purpose is to damage the morale of the Iron Warriors and the combat power of the Legion; or someone deliberately asked us to go to this ghost place where birds do not shit to fight a harmless battle. So, what is important, or do you have to send me and the Fourth Legion to do it?"
Even the bold Danteoke knew that it was best not to take revenge. He and Fricks bowed slightly and expressed their obedience to the Primarch.
The guards' low voices came from outside the door.
"What's the matter?"
Fricks immediately stepped forward and headed to the door to deal with it, glad he could get out of the horrible stagnation atmosphere just now.
He opened the door and found a trembling bridge officer standing outside the door, looking frightened.
"Is there anything that cannot be told through the communication? Or tell me in advance? Do you want to disturb the rest of the Primarch? Don't you know that adults need to rest now?"
The first company commander asked a little unhappy, but his attitude was quite friendly, so the other party could still stammer and say his purpose in front of the steel giant.
"The supply fleet...leads out of Mandeville Point and is...who is coming here, sir."
Frix frowned, "What's wrong? You shouldn't have been very skilled in accepting recruits and supplies? How many people and ships did they bring this time?"
The officer was speechless, and cold sweat flowed out from under his hat.
Until the voice of the Lord of Steel came lazily from the depths of the room.
"How many supply ships have you come? Answer."
The poor mortal trembled all over, "I am not the bridge, the bridge and the captain are undergoing a review. Sir, my master, but, it seems that there is only one ship there..."
Not to mention Frix, even Dantioc couldn't help but show his face for this. But the Lord of Steel's voice was faster than them.
"I understand, review again, and notify the bridge deck, and I will arrive later."
"Yes, yes!" The man fled quickly as if he was amnesty.
"Let's go." Primrose stood up and walked to the door, "By the way, Danti Oak took the medicine bottle tray I want to take. Well, Fricks came over to help me, it seemed a little weak. I had to do a full set of acting, it was great, that's it. Go to the bridge to see what's going on."
"I hope it's not bad news, my lord."
"Ha. The gods in this universe like to see things going against their wishes."
As they surrounded the Lord of Steel towards the automatic transport train inside the ship, the two tridents heard the father of Gene mutter sarcastically.
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The atmosphere on the bridge deck is like the tomb of the new dead. Obviously, the unfortunate people here have heard some worse news in advance. They all look like dead people, and each device screen here is the tombstone they are about to be buried.
When the Primarch appeared here with a serious illness that was just recovering from a serious illness and was not so aggressive, surrounded by the two adjutants and the Primarch Guard, many people almost breathed a sigh of relief and needed to hold the equipment they operated to maintain their manners.
The "captain" mechanically saluted the Primrose in his iron coffin.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
"Report the situation." The Lord of Steel ordered an unlucky officer on duty, all the soldiers of the army here, forced himself to move to the original body with a glaring glaring.
"The supply fleet is coming to the Androcles, Lord." He swallowed, "They contacted us just a minute ago. Her captain, Lord Seshugo, was coming in person on a transport boat. He had important news to you in person..."
"Hmph." The cold snorting of the Iron Lord's unknown meaning made the officer on duty tremble like a sieve in an instant. This very abnormal and overwhelming sense of fear made the two tridents present feel something was wrong. But the Lord of Steel himself is here, Frix and Dantioc can only hide doubts and other emotions in their hearts.
"So she is the only ship, and no other ships appear in the supply fleet, right?"
The Lord of Steel's tone was strange, and it sounded more like a confirmation than anger or threat.
The Adam's apple rolled up and down several times, and he could hardly continue the conversation politely.
"I guess, although Seshugo said he was going to meet me to convey the news, you must have heard what he wanted to say, right?"
The Primarch slowly turned his head, and his ice-blue eyes swept across every living person on the bridge. Everyone who had just heard the communication here subconsciously shrank and lowered his head. No one dared to look at the Lord of Steel for more than a tenth of a second.
An increasingly strong ominous premonition surged into Frix's heart.
"Tell me."
The fear of death flashed in the officer's eyes, and for a moment he seemed almost screaming and ran away from the Primarch, but the huge, black muzzle in the hands of the Primarch Guard stopped his muscle impulses well, and he stood there, his pants in the shadow of the uniform seemed to have become darker in color, his voice almost lighter than the insect's wings, trembling so hard that Astart's superhuman ears were almost indistinguishable.
"Yes... it's Olympia, sir... Olympia rebels against the Emperor's Light."
No one dared to look up at the expression of the Lord of Steel at this moment.
What kind of expression would that be? What a crazy or confused look that would be? Will it take blood to end his primitive anger?
"I...I'm sorry for this...Sir..."
The Lord of Steel reached out his hand and grabbed the officer's shoulder with expressionless face.
His iron armored palm was so huge that the mortal male arm was as thin and easy to fold in his hand like a matchstick.
It's over.
A piece of Fricks's mind was still thinking. The tragic death of this mortal was completely foreseeable, and the best situation was that he could have a recognizable remaining part...
Dantioc subconsciously held his gun handle in the invisible and approaching thunder cloud.
Many mortals in front of the equipment showed despair, and no one on the deck dared to think that they could leave here alive.
"Puchi."
"Bang!"
The officer on duty fainted from exhaustion due to excessive fear, and a pool of indecent stains flowed out from under him.
"...This is simply too bad. Come and clean it up."
Ramizane frowned and stepped back, and turned around.
"After Captain Seshugo boarded the ship, he asked him to come to the command deck to report to me. The Captain, began to plan an emergency subspace jump plan for the fleet."
"As far as your orders are concerned, my lord, please ask where the route destination is set."
"Does this still need to be asked?" The Lord of Steel smiled in the increasingly frightened and disbelief of all the Legion warriors and mortal officers, and revealed four teeth. "Olympia of course."
"We can finally go back."
(This chapter ends)