Chapter 621 The primordial body has a disease, and the disease is in the mind
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"If we eventually become some cousins who lose their steely rationality and are lost in the wild beast nature, then I would rather die first by the harsh and inhumane Iron Lord." - An unknown steel warrior said after hearing that the Primarch might have a terrible mind
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Crazy...No, I'm sick, I'm definitely sick.
The Primrose was definitely seriously injured by the evil talents of the group of aliens.
The sudden and strange retreat, the calm and ominous wait, and the fury of the entire fleet returning home at the fastest speed, which was like a volcano that was boiling but not boiling. Although this unfortunate news was not deliberately spread, it is well known that as long as the rumor is said to be not be beheaded, the rumor will spread more and faster than the formal ones.
Most of these Legion soldiers and auxiliary officers who have been recruited from Olympia in the past one hundred and fifty years have known about the unfortunate events that have occurred in their homeland.
And they all knew very well that looking at the empire, even an ordinary imperial general would never have any tolerance for this.
What's more, it's Peturabo...
But the fact that terrified them the most was that during the entire return, the Lord of Steel did not kill anyone, nor did he lose his temper at anyone.
He simply returned to the studio he used to live in seclusion, spending most of his time alone in the sub-space travel - also summoned a large amount of Reka coffee with animal milk, and after eating the craftsmanship of the ship's chef, he refused to deliver the meal again, asking them to send in a lot of flour, eggs, bacon and other condiments.
The boot that should have fallen long ago has not landed.
Fear of the unknown is the greatest pressure.
So what should they do next?
Primarch...will not end up becoming like the father of some of their cousins?
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In such a treacherous and tense atmosphere caused by the news of Olympia's betrayal, all ships of the 125th Expeditionary Fleet jumped out in sequence from the Mandeville point of the Olympia galaxy.
When the Iron Blood arrived in deep space above Olympia, it was not attacked by any planetary defense systems, and no fleets within the galaxy made any offensive actions to their visits, while other ships in the fleet had begun to berth at anchors arranged at high altitudes in sequence according to instructions.
If an Olympian looked up at the sky at the right latitude, he could see the light of a series of stars reflected from the side of many warships passing through the sky like a necklace of crystal beads.
When Dantioc came to the command deck, the Lord of Steel was standing on the prominent balcony and looking down at the busy people below.
Many Space Marines and technical officers were playing a harmonious symphony composed of commands, receptions, reports, data flows, system notifications, ticking of indicator lights, humming of pistons and vibrations of gears and engines in an orderly manner under Fricks' command on the bridge. The chief trident stood beside the captain's command throne, waving the invisible baton with concentration and ease, allowing hundreds of commands to swim through his hands perfectly and combed.
"Are you here?" The gene protozoa turned his head slightly, and the light outside hit his side face, forming a binary silhouette like a statue. "You see, Frix's talent in these aspects is actually quite good. I think it's even better than his combat talent, right?"
Dantioc nodded cautiously - just before the end of the jump, Frix, Soraka and other most powerful senior Iron Warrior officers held a secret meeting at the risk of discovering that they would be executed, and he was invited for the first time - the main content was the report of the Primarch's disease made by the chief pharmacist with a worried face, and the Chief Trident and the Chief pharmacist's request that they should be more attentive and considerate than ever before, and obey the Primarch's random thoughts, perhaps this would allow him to slowly recover within a period of time, or at least agree to more treatments, which is probably the case.
——Although, in terms of Danteoke's own selfishness, he really felt that it might be better if he didn't treat it, although this sentence had been circling the entire meeting on the eyes and tongues of all participants, no one could disobey his heart or be bold enough to make it speak for himself.
For the Iron Warriors, their Primarch's will is not defensible, even if his request should be pointed out to be wrong, even if what he would ask them to destroy with their own hands is not the planet they were asked to attack, but the home world of all of them.
Fricks stood in the middle of the bridge, and had never realized this so clearly while distributing nuclear weapons and other heavy siege vehicles, weapons of destruction, and each battalion of fully armed soldiers to the ship designated to land in Olympia.
And just now, when Dantioc looked at his home world displayed on the large-scale surrounding display projection on the bridge, the various scenery of Olympia that he missed: snow-capped gray rock peaks, dark green mountain forests, green meadows and beautiful vineyards and farmlands in the blue valley, he also realized this painfully and clearly - if he had been able to muster the courage to advise such atrocities before, from reason and worry to advise, since the Lord of Iron saved the noble steel in front of him and showed him all the serious symptoms that made him feel as if he had dreamt, Dantioc's courage had melted rapidly like the ice and snow that shone on the sun.
Of course, the worries, pains and worries of Frix, Dantioc and others were habitually hidden well, so that they were not passed on to Ramizane - the latter watched himself hiding in the studio while sailing in the subspace before arriving at the bridge, and the time points of their occurrence. Their inner complaints were about to explode due to many obvious problems, so at this moment he just wanted to land the mess of Olympia as soon as possible.
After all, to fight against foreign countries, we must first settle the country, which is an ancient method.
"Our fleet was not attacked after entering the galaxy and anchorage," Dantioc muttered at the primordial body, "so although this place was rebellious, at least part of the air defense system and galaxy defense had not fallen into the hands of others. Strange, if neither air supremacy nor the galaxy fleet were taken, what was they rebelling? Did they realize that the volley of light spears could solve most of the problems? Strange. - Lord of Communication!" Ramizane raised his tone, "Can me connect the communications of the garrison here!"
The communication was unusually smoothly and almost immediately, just as the leader of the Iron Warriors garrison in Olympia was waiting beside the communication equipment, waiting for the communication request.
A pale face as if wearing a plaster mask appeared in the center of the holographic projection. His face showed the joint characteristics of the Olympian native and the Peturabo gene, but at this moment any muscles and nerves that controlled the expression seemed forcibly suppressed, making him look as cold and numb as someone who had died a few hours before the communication began.
It was then that Ramizane remembered that he didn't know his name. Before he began to manually retrieve the files as he had done in the previous few days, Dantioc immediately remembered the pharmacist's suggestion, reluctantly took a step forward, and whispered to the Primarch. "...This is Company Commander Atoracus, Lord. He led five hundred of our soldiers to station in Olympia under your order. He is responsible for recruiting soldiers, collecting resources, and sending supplies and recruits to the supply fleet as required."
"Oh," Ramizane nodded, and the opposite company commander Atoracus looked even paler. Now he looked dead for at least twenty-four hours.
"Then, report on the situation, Company Commander Atoracus, by the way, don't say any welcome words, please tell me the important thing. The news that Captain Seshugo brought to us was very short, but the matter was already big enough."
This made the company commander swallow the prepared welcome words immediately.
Very well, now poor Atoracus looks like a dead body for a week. Danti Oak's mind suddenly popped up.
"As you wish, my lord." The company commander numbly maintained his fluent speech. "The reason was that Governor Damekos died three months ago. The question of his successor was still not well resolved within weeks, and many small-scale battles broke out between cities and cities and states for the distribution of power. Due to the delay in solving the problem of the succession of the Governor, most of the government affairs here were in a state of backlog and inoperable, so that when Captain Seshugo came to receive the recruits with the fleet, no city was willing to hand over the supplies alone, and we did not have a major authority and person in charge for communication. I immediately left most of the ships of the supply fleet and blocked the galaxy, and then sent Seshugo to pick you up. Sir, during this period I received many delegations from different factions who came to visit..."
"Wait, wait, I understand, [Gutera swear], what you mean is that just the big thing they made about on the surface of the earth, you [Gutera swear] brought five hundred Iron Warriors Space Marines and a space fleet here for so long but didn't do it?! Just wait for them to come to visit you one by one?!"
The tone of the Primarch is more like seeing someone miscalculated one plus one than anger, but the high frequency of swearing at Atoracus was shaking.
"Oh wait," Dantioc saw the expression on the original body's face change as the thunder clouds in summer and quickly gathered and dispersed. "It's really a dilemma. Just make your decision. If you are unhappy, you should fool nothing. You can't be happy. No wonder this is the case. ... But it's still a bit stupid to do nothing in this situation. The state violent organs are not used like this for you!"
Perhaps his last sentence was a little loud, and Company Commander Atoracus responded subconsciously.
"Sir, we are not doing nothing about it. We have always controlled the orbits and galaxies. The situation is that we have threatened them before it has not yet worsened, otherwise they would have taken more intense actions. There are many factions among them and disagreements, some demanding to leave the empire, and some who think it is not necessary, but they all think that the change of dominance is needed. If it weren't for our blockade and the attitude of maintaining neutral waiting, I think there would be a full-scale civil war in Olympia before you come back..."
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"Listen, what a naive and immature thought." Ramizane said sincerely, but even Fricks subconsciously shivered in his own terminator. "Either is there something wrong with your intensive surgery related to discipline and management, or is there something wrong with our legion's cultural education, or both?" He raised his tone, "Who is it [Gutera swearing] to tell you that these formal soldiers are sitting and watching and covering up when the ancestors... are scattered around the ground in the home world?!"
"Big, sir... This is our home world after all. I think maybe you need us to do it with caution and wait for you to come back to make the final decision..."
"Okay, okay, I probably guessed what's going on. This is not called caution. Company Commander Atoracus, this is called indecision! You are not suitable to stay there anymore. Now hand over the command to your adjutant immediately and report to me on the Iron Blood."
The face of the company commander Atoracus now looks like it is made of limestone. "Affect your orders, my lord."
Dantioc took the opportunity to look at Frix, who was still commanding in the middle of the bridge. The eyes of the two tridents touched the air and quickly turned away.
They both saw two things in each other's eyes. First, the condition of the primordial body did not seem to have recovered. Considering that what we were going to do next was to deal with their parent star, it was even more optimistic; second, they didn't think that Atoracus could reproduce Urdek's luck and escape and die. After all, judging from Atoracus' current situation, he had to bear much more responsibility for this than Urdek - objectively speaking, the latter was not at fault.
"Wu..." Dantioc saw the Lord of Steel pace back and forth on the balcony, as if thinking about something. Then he raised his head and watched the Olympia surface image displayed on the screen after Atoracus's face disappeared.
White clouds like cotton veils pass through snow-capped mountains and thousands of small blue-green lakes or oceans that shine like diamonds. Ancient geological activities and glacier activities divide Olympia's rich rock layers into a large number of mountains and valleys, but there is a serious lack of large plains and similar terrain. Such geographical features will naturally make cities developed in relatively fertile and flat open lands of river valleys or settlements formed on plateaus more likely to become independent.
This mountainous terrain is somewhat similar to eight mountains, one water and one branch of fields. Judging from the snow line of the entire planet, the average temperature here is obviously very low, and many areas cannot plant anything except for the forage grass for feeding cattle and sheep.
Without the temperature and rainfall like tropical and subtropical regions to help the development of industry and agriculture... If the superior government lacks effective transportation, communication methods and grassroots administrative management, cities that have not yet been fully industrialized may indeed be more beautiful in the openly based on the on-site situation. Moreover, the population growth rate will definitely not be too fast. No wonder their cities are very sensitive to the changes in population age and gender, and should rely heavily on adult men at home as the main agricultural labor force...
No, it’s not the time to think about this, well, let me think about it... First of all, I still have to go on and learn about the situation and see it with my own eyes.
He searched for some statements that locals valued in the LOGOS record catalogue of Olympian customs for a while, and finally made a decision.
"Frix." The chief of the Trident saluted his master below.
"Let them pass the message to the representatives of the...city and their faction, I decided to meet them in person and hear them. In... well, under the banner of Eirene (the goddess of peace Eirene*), and make sure that they understand."
The first company commander knocked his arm armor on his breastplate and immediately went to handle the matter. Although he and Dantioc were both somewhat suspicious of the gentleness of this description and the actual gentleness, they did not say this issue in a vague way.
After all, the primordial body is still "ill".
It is better to be sick or follow the patient's wishes.
(This chapter ends)