Chapter 140 Dye this thing green
Barabu had no idea where he was going to make a fuss next. He glanced outside the window. This place was always so dark and gloomy, he thought. Dye this thing green! After all, is this messy, dark and terrible place called the universe? The place is really dull and ugly.
Barabu pulled the arm of a dead shrimp, squeezed out the red and sticky juice from the thin and weak arm and applied it to the window. Although it was not as energetic as the green one, it finally worked. Not so boring.
Anyway, they just put all the waaagh in this big iron boat with little shrimp! ! Everything exploded into rotten fireworks, and the boys were spitting and tearing each other's teeth everywhere. The excited shouts almost pulled a big hole out of the broken boat. After a few o'clock, there will be a big hole. The bigger, greener, and smellier boy screamed and paste the rotten teeth of the other boys with rotten yellow breath onto the blood-stained wall. It can be said that everything is full of vitality. Alas, these stupid and clumsy boys always need a little fun to keep their solid skulls humming with joy.
"Gan, this is so fucking waaagh!" Daraz suddenly shouted, "What are those little shrimps doing! What a big boat! Maybe we can build one too!"
Barabu glanced out the window again. Isn't there nothing?
Based on the confidence that he could twist off Daraz's head when he was not injured and almost dead, he decided to continue to regard Daraz as his number one confidant.
He scratched his head with dirty fingers: "What are you yelling about? What the hell are you talking about!"
"Look at this shiny thing," Daraz He said, holding a green tablet thing towards him. The bright color made Barabu immediately energetic, "Here is a boat that was made big by thieves, and there is a golden shrimp that was made big by thieves on the boat. It's chattering. Let’s talk about something I don’t know about.”
In the middle of this shiny shrimp thing, there is a very big round boat that is almost half the size of Xiami’s hometown, floating on the deck. He was wearing a big golden shrimp, bigger than Baraboo himself, and he was chattering nonsense about "conquering the galaxy" and "the glory of the Sky Eagle". After finishing speaking once, the illuminated tablet flashed and he immediately returned to the beginning.
Barabu grabbed the tablet Tuanba Tuanba, shaped it into a small cake and stuck it on his iron armor. He was already attracted to the big ship. It's such a powerful ship, waaagh, it's so exciting to get on it, it's like a fart flying out of the barrel of a gun!
"Boss!" A kid jumped all the way over. After his leg was cut off by Xiami's big knife last time, his two big feet were simply replaced by two big bouncing springs, "Gaski ·Big Toe called us back to the Stinky Boat, we have work to do!”
“Who the hell knows how to drive a shrimp boat?” Baraboo cursed and thought. Skiy might also be thinking about getting rid of Jin Xiami’s big boat, “Get us into the stinking number of Gorge!”
Gaski Big Toe is very awesome. On the deck of the big hulk, he watched the big guys under his command return to their Gorge Stinky Boat in various shabby little shrimp boats that emitted black smoke and lost parts. Some of the boats even blew each other up. Big bang fireworks.
When he thought about it, the dead ships were all thinking about peeling off their thick iron shells every day. His cunning and clever mind immediately thought that these things that were not green enough would die well, and he couldn't help but think Grinning widely. These Scrooge-raised things, he, Gaskey Big Toe, has gathered together these motley crew of people who are not wanted by the tribe, and why is there such a thing as Gaskey, who has the guts to stand up to our God-given blessing!
When this smelly, messy and colorful group of miscellaneous people gathered together, Gaskey slapped Walazi next to him, and Walazi immediately stepped forward dizzy.
"Our boss has something to say, I'm here, I saw it, I snatched it away! Did you all see what that big shrimp boat looks like? Listen to me, the warboss has spoken, we have to round it out. The big ship is dyed green!”
“Go over there first, let’s fly over with a splash, and then give the big ship a slap in the face, look at this cowardly shrimp. Is the thing hard enough? Let’s do it!”
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“No response,” Dorn said, placing his hands on the surface of the console. "Part of the world belonging to Inwit has lost contact."
This was the first battle meeting held on the Phalanx, and the location was the strategy room of the Phalanx. Rogal Dorn stood on the command podium, and Perturabo, the Primarch of the Iron Warriors, was located on the long table closest to the Primarch of the Imperial Fists. The remaining seats are filled by the Imperial Fists' command hierarchy. Aeolus was one of the two warriors sitting next to Perturabo, and Cicero sat opposite him, his face set with red gold and the scars of the Battle of the Moon.
Aeolus was the commander of the 7th Legion before Rogal Dorn returned to the Emperor's banner. Now, he was adjusting to everything about Rogal Dorn, such as the fact that discussions in the stratagem room would be driven first by warriors rather than by leaders.
If the reason for Perturabo's reticence is that he avoids too much interference in the command of the brother legions, then the genetic father on the command podium is likely to be born to be a silent leader.
Roger Dorn undoubtedly holds the overall responsibility and has no intention of delegating power. As long as he is present, every instruction must eventually pass under his watchful eye. However, his control over the Imperial Fists is by no means out of a superficial desire for power, and he also does not want to be the center of the crowd, because all of his actions are rooted in his accurate understanding of his own abilities and responsibilities.
Rogal Dorn stood still and waited, listening to every voice in the strategist room, looking for every error or dissonance, and picking out the doctrines he particularly recognized and finalized.
Aeolus decided to speak, so that the air in the huge, overly silent room would no longer be so stagnant. "Are the fragments of ammunition we collected that attacked the Phalanx sufficient to judge the enemy's technological level?"
A holographic projection answered him: "We are still salvaging the fragments, they flew too far."
"We saw artillery shells, but no battleships entered the auspicious range." Company Commander Appius said, "The enemy has a subspace engine."
"We need to hurry up." Chisero spoke, "Be prepared for a new round of enemy attacks. The rashness of the first attack is probably just an attempt to make us relax our vigilance."
"The Iron Warriors are waiting," the armored Primarch said, his voice flat and no louder than the other Astartes warriors. Already seated at the long table, he deliberately avoided being superior to others.
“We have replenished supplies and personnel during the construction of Invite, and no one can cross the temporary defense line without paying the price.” Perturabo said.
Donne suddenly spoke, his tone powerful enough, like a boulder smashing into the middle of the long table.
"Accelerate the salvage of debris." The Primarch said, "Open access to the analysis room to my brother Perturabo. At the same time, suspend the repair and construction of conventional equipment and relief decorations, and immediately put resources into launch Harbor, gunship, prison, torpedoes, macro cannon, void shield generator and medical bay."
(End of this chapter)