Chapter 256 Fearless Mecha: ***, what did you do to me?
A research transport ship about 500 meters long came slowly, and several officials from the logistics department hurriedly disembarked.
They received orders from the Savior and came to count the loot.
Afterwards, these trophies will be counted and stored in the warehouse, distributed and sent to the corresponding institutions for use.
“Finally we have reached the savior’s favorite part...”
After seeing the staff from the logistics department arriving, Ron rubbed his hands in anticipation.
He couldn't wait to know what good things those heavy-armed chicken thieves and greenskins picked up.
Soon, Ron organized the heavily armored chicken thieves and greenskins and asked them to turn in their loot one by one.
He likes the feeling of opening a treasure chest like this.
Cang-dang-dang!
The heavily armored chicken thieves and greenskins threw the debris they picked up on the ground, and the officials from the logistics department counted them one by one.
Ron hugged his chest and watched, his face gradually becoming expressionless.
Is this explosion rate too low?
Those are the wreckage of some ships or fighter jets, and are basically of little use.
Waaaagh!
An green-skinned boss rushed over excitedly. He hugged a pile of exquisite metal products inlaid with gems and threw them on the ground.
Then he looked expectantly at Brother Luo next to him, trying to get his appreciation.
According to Luo Ge's order, warriors who find good things will be generously rewarded, including a set of heavy power armor made by green-skinned tech masters.
The green-skinned boss found a waaaagh, glittering place to pick up things.
It firmly believes that these must be treasures.
Unexpectedly, Ron's face darkened. He had been holding it in for so long and couldn't bear it anymore.
He grabbed a metal product on the ground and slammed the green boss on the head:
“Look at you, all the junk you picked up is nothing. Value! ”
These things are not even antiques. They are at most considered handicrafts and belong to the category of souvenirs.
Hera Fortress is the core sanctuary of the Five Hundred Worlds. A large number of imperial nobles and pilgrims come here every year for pilgrimage.
Those who attend will visit the Rock of Garland, the Falls of Labonis, the Memorial Hall, the Hall of Swords, the Primarch Museum and other holy places along the church hall.
Finally arrived at the Sovereign Temple and paid homage to the original body.
This is an important means for the Ultramarines to maintain their influence. After all, they have the golden signboard of the original body.
And it can also generate income.
After accepting the high-priced Terra coins or resources donated by high-ranking nobles, they will give back corresponding gifts.
The handicrafts picked up by the green-skinned boss should be the souvenirs prepared by Hera Fortress.
Of course, the high-ranking nobles spent so much money to get more than just a worthless souvenir.
And the friendship of the Ultramarines.
Critical moments can save lives.
For example, when encountering an alien attack or internal rebellion, if the Ultramarines can arrive faster, they may be able to save a small life.
Unfortunately, the main exhibit of Hera Fortress has left on its own.
It is estimated that it will be difficult to continue these pilgrimages.
Although Brother Guilliman is a demigod, he doesn't like to be worshiped as a god.
Of course, no matter what, once the Primarch awakens, the Ultramarines will gain greater influence.
They will become the most powerful warband in the Human Empire.
Ron's thoughts flashed.
He knocked the green-skinned boss on the head again and scolded:
“You didn’t think hard and had a perfunctory attitude. You didn’t complete the task seriously at all. Get back here. Reflect! "
Looking at the green-skinned boss returning with his head hanging down, being laughed at by the other green-skinned men, everyone in Ron felt numb.
It’s really difficult to lead this green class, it’s so unreliable!
Next to him, the logistics department official holding a data board and counting supplies blushed and hesitated to speak.
He wanted to complain: Lord Savior, it is really difficult for these rude greenskins to think, right?
But he didn’t dare.
"Next one!"
Ron sighed and continued to shout.
He had given up all hope, so he finally looked at a few green-skinned trophies. If that didn't work, he would go to the heavily armored chicken thieves.
Chicken thieves should be smarter than green skinned ones, right?
However, when the greenskins saw Luo Ge's angry look, they all shrank back and did not dare to step forward.
Afraid that he would eat me.
Ron had a fierce look on his face, and he raised his hand and pointed into the pile of greenskins:
"You, that's right you, that green boy with sinister eyebrows and rat eyes, come here!"
His finger pointed at a green boy with a sharp mouth, monkey cheeks, rat head and rat brain. That guy was among the green skins. It's so outstanding.
The green boy was carrying a bag filled with things that was made of steel bars and fine fabrics. He was still hunched over and sneaking around.
At first glance, he is a talented person who knows how to pick up things.
The green boy walked over shakily, looking a little scared.
Ron smiled as gently as he could and patted it on the shoulder: "What are you afraid of? I won't eat you, just pour the food out..."
However, these words were almost The green-skinned boy didn't faint, but he didn't dare not carry out Brother Luo's order.
Its hands trembled as it poured out the contents of the bag.
Boom, boom, boom——
Several heavy objects fell to the ground.
After seeing what was on the ground, Ron's eyes suddenly widened, and a golden light seemed to flash in his mind.
Wow, golden legend!
The green-skinned boy actually picked up three or four weapons and came back, and they looked like high-end items.
Not bad...
Ron picked up one of the large bolt guns with a blue coating and embedded with gold and gems on the ground, and looked at it carefully.
With its weight, workmanship, and complex modifications, you can tell at a glance that it is not something that ordinary warriors can use.
Hiss~
"Arbiter?"
However, when he saw the inscriptions and emblems on the gun handle, he couldn't help but take a breath.
Hey guys, did you explode Guilliman's equipment?
This weapon called the "Arbiter" is famous in the galaxy. It is a highly modified composite bolter.
It is a master-level weapon, dedicated to the original body!
The manufacture of each master-level weapon requires a large amount of rare materials and time.
There are even some special blessings that are hard to come by.
Guilliman himself favored this weapon and named it himself, not to mention its lethality.
The Arbiter is capable of firing micro-atomic compression warheads, and the gun itself has undergone extensive modifications, making it one of the top bolters.
After that, he looked at several other weapons, including a blue power sword named "Glory", a single-molecule saber, a bolt pistol, etc.
Although not very famous, they are all weapons used by Guilliman.
Primarch gift package, right?
That green-skinned boy might have looted the sword hall!
Looking at these master-level legendary weapons that were at least made by the Great Sage, Ron was pleasantly surprised, but he was still a little panicked.
This pinch is a bit harsh.
Brother Guilliman just woke up and found that his weapons had been stripped away. How presumptuous was that?
If you meet him in the future, you won’t be chased and chopped, right?
How about returning these things?
That's absolutely impossible!
Ron didn't have that idea at all. He picked them up. How could he be willing to return such good things?
That’s what I lost!
Besides, in order to save Macragge and resuscitate Guilliman smoothly, he spent a lot of money.
That "Big Ivan" saved Macragge's many lives.
Consider it a reward!
Besides, Guilliman now also has two divine items, the Armor of Destiny and the Sword of the Emperor.
Even if he loses these weapons, his combat effectiveness will not be greatly affected.
Ron happily took these legendary weapons into his pocket and asked the people in the logistics department to carry them away and put them away.
These weapons have too obvious personal style and cannot be directly equipped.
He was going to ask the sages to change them and replace them with accessories that fit the savior so that they could be used.
When the time comes, he will be equipped with a master-level legendary weapon.
The cards!
That green-skinned boy is pretty good, he did a great job!
“Where are the greenskins?”
Ron reacted and turned his head but couldn't see it. When he looked down, he found that the kid had fainted on the ground.
To be more prepared, it fainted after obeying the brother's order to pour out the things.
"Hey, let this kid sleep well and stop scaring him..." Ron knelt down and patted the green kid on the head.
This is good material.
He has already marked this green boy and ordered the green tech masters to give him a luxurious equipment package.
Or the kind of self-customization.
Enough to make other greenskins jealous until their eyes turn red.
But what can we do? This green boy is smart and knows how to pick up good things.
Ron had reason to be suspicious.
The green boy went to the Sword Hall with an organized plan to steal... no, he picked up these equipment.
Next, the green-skinned orcs handed over more valuable weapons and vehicle wreckage one after another.
But at this moment, Ron didn't have much intention to look at it. He was going to take a look at the heavily armored chicken thief.
They are larger and should be able to pull back a lot of good stuff.
Bang bang bang bang!
Large-scale wreckage crashed to the ground.
The heavily armored chicken thieves lined up, one after another offering their loot to the great four-armed chicken thieves.
Ron's guess was indeed correct. The heavy-armed chicken thief picked up more things, and they were all big items.
The heavily armored chicken thieves are larger in size, almost three to four meters, or even more than five meters in size, and their strength is even more amazing.
They picked up the remains or complete parts of many large vehicles and armors.
It includes many Terminator armors. Although most of them are wreckage or parts, there are also a few that are relatively complete.
These are valuable research materials.
Whether the territory can reproduce these high-end war weapons and armor in the future depends on these things.
There is basically no gene seed.
When Ron gave the order, he told them not to pick up gene seeds as much as possible. After all, it is an extremely rare resource and the foundation of the war group. If you pick it up, you will easily become enemies with others.
As for the Primarch's weapons, they were purely accidental.
When the heavily armored chicken thieves were paying their loot, a little accident happened. One of the heavily armored chicken thieves dragged back a Chaos Terminator.
Unexpectedly, the guy was not dead yet. He woke up and caused a little accident.
But his end was very tragic. He was beaten to death by heavily armed chicken thieves.
Huhuhu——
Suddenly, Ron noticed something strange on a heavily armored chicken thief.
It seemed like something was stuck in its throat, and it kept breathing heavily, and it exuded a thick aura of chaos.
It's like being sick.
Such a strange phenomenon immediately aroused his vigilance.
Isn't it supposed to be corroded?
Ron was a little worried. If there was some large-scale plague, it would be troublesome.
For humans, Nurgle is the most difficult existence.
The attacks of this Chaos Evil God are very hidden and difficult to defend against.
If it is a highly contagious plague, it is likely to spread quickly to the entire planet. I don’t know how many people will die before it can be suppressed.
It is not impossible for the entire planet to turn into a plague-killing place.
Thinking of this, Ron thought of the goddess of life, Aisha. It would be great if she was in his hands.
When any plague appears, let her have a taste and quickly get a cure.
I am afraid that Nurgle took away the goddess of life from Slaanesh not only because of feelings, but also because she was a being who could control herself.
If you were Nurgle, and such a goddess of life who could restrain the plague stayed with your opponent, how could you sleep in this situation?
If the goddess of life joins the territory, not only will the territory not be afraid of the plague.
In the name of the savior, he can also export medical assistance to save countless worlds in the galaxy that are attacked by plague.
In this way, the number of believers in the Savior must not explode?
Elsa is still saved, you have to remember this!
When Guilliman goes into Nurgle's Gardens and burns in the future, he will have to join in the fun.
Let’s see if we can find a chance to defeat Nurgle and rescue the goddess of life.
Ron's thoughts flashed.
At this time, the surrounding heavily armed chicken thieves dispersed under his order, leaving only the weird heavily armed chicken thieves in the middle.
The sages from the Plague Research Institute and the Demon Research Institute are also on their way, ready to deal with this emergency at any time.
In short, it is right to be cautious.
Cough cough cough!
The heavily armored chicken thief had difficulty breathing, his face turned red, and he coughed desperately. More chaotic breath came out from its throat.
I can’t see it anymore.
Cough——
Cang!
The heavily armored chicken thief vomited something and collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily. It seemed to have returned to normal, and there was no longer any aura of chaos in its body.
Ron finally breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that it was not a plague, but something that had swallowed up the remains of chaotic energy.
That heavily armored chicken thief really eats anything, even metal lumps. Is he afraid he has pica?
The oval-shaped object that the heavy-armed chicken thief just spit out bounced on the ground a few times, making a sound of metal collision.
Finally stopped.
Ron stepped forward to take a look and found that it was an oval metal ball covered with thick chaotic energy that seemed to be condensed from metal debris.
Like an egg?
Hiss~
After looking carefully, he took a breath.
That thing is really an egg.
Still alive!
Inside the metal shell covered with dark red chaotic energy, there was a sticky, egg white-like thick liquid.
In the middle, there is a small embryo made of wreckage metal, which looks like an unformed Western dragon.
? ? ?
Ron was a little confused. The metal embryo looked a bit like a hell dragon.
Could it be that this was an egg laid by a hell flying dragon and then accidentally eaten by a heavy-armed chicken thief and brought back?
By the way, can the Hell Dragon lay eggs? It seems that it was never said that it could lay eggs, right?
This touches on his knowledge blind spot.
But there is no doubt that the Hell Dragon is a subspace creature and a physical life.
Since it is a physical life, there is nothing wrong with it being able to give birth to offspring.
What if it mutates?
Ever since Ron saw a void whale in the subspace that was as big as a battleship, dozens of kilometers long, and inhabited by various subspace creatures.
I am no longer surprised by what can appear in the subspace.
Big whales can grow in the void, so what if the hell dragon lays an egg?
"Savior!"
Mao from the Demon Research Institute hurried over. He is always the first one to come when he hears information about demons.
Leaving the sages of the Plague Research Institute far behind.
No way, he lacks research materials.
Those are the guarantee of research funds and the ladder of progress. He and the research institutes he finally recruited are eager to see through them.
I really want to make progress!
Maou ran over. After seeing the hell flying dragon egg, he couldn't move his eyes away.
It's like looking at some rare treasure.
Mao looked at the egg with a look of disbelief: "Savior above, this, this, this..."
"You read that right, this is an egg, and it's still alive "
"Lord Savior, do you think this devil egg is..."
Mao tried his best to smile flatteringly. This belongs to the realm of demons, and of course it belongs to him. Research institute.
But this is not safe. After all, the damn Biological Research Institute has also conducted relevant research.
Ron nodded: "I'll give this egg to you Demon Research Institute. Study and cultivate it carefully, and don't let it die."
Leave this thing to the devil. The research institute is more reliable and they have more relevant research experience.
Maou smiled, as if giving a military order: "Our Devil Research Institute will take good care of it, and it will definitely be closer than a biological son."
Then he turned to look at his assistant: " What are you doing standing there, why don’t you contain it quickly!”
The assistant stretched out a mechanical claw and grabbed the hell flying dragon egg.
However, the next second, he was hit hard on the head.
"Why are you so rude? What if the egg breaks?"
Mao scolded the assistant, then lowered his head and carefully wrapped the egg in his robe, and hugged it In arms.
Then the force field was activated to isolate the aura of chaos.
After doing this, Ma Ou hurriedly left with the hell flying dragon egg in his arms, as if he was afraid that someone would come to snatch it from him.
He was extremely excited, there was a new research topic!
Ron looked at Mao's leaving figure and felt a little happy in his heart.
I hope that after the hell flying dragon egg hatches, the Demon Research Institute can cultivate it or control it.
It would be better if those chaotic energies could be purified.
He, the savior of the world, also wants to be a dragon knight, ride... ride a big flying dragon!
After dealing with the Hell Dragon Egg matter, Ron reconvened the heavily armed chicken thieves and ordered them to continue handing in their loot.
Wrecks are being handed over one after another.
Dong dong dong!
Heavy footsteps came, and the heavily armored thieves made way for them.
In the distance, two heavily armed chicken thieves who had been blessed twice dragged a huge, blue-painted large machine over.
Hey!
Is that a Dreadnought mecha?
And it’s an almost complete battle-damaged version of the Dreadnought!
Ron's eyelids twitched and he couldn't help but swear.
You guys can really carry it!
He really didn’t expect that the heavily armored chicken thief could bring back such a behemoth.
The Dreadnought is a symbol of the Space Marines' eternal war. All Dreadnought pilots are Space Marine veterans who have suffered fatal injuries.
They rely on the coffin-like life support system to continue their lives, and continue to use their rich experience and wisdom to serve the Chapter and the Empire.
Those veterans who have survived for who knows how long are simply living fossils.
It’s unknown how long these veterans have survived, and they even participated in the Great Expedition thousands of years ago.
Veterans may have experienced the galaxy burning with fire, garrisoned the walls of Terra, seen worlds trampled under iron hooves, and kings slaughtered like cattle.
They are war itself!
These fearless mechas themselves are at the level of sacred objects of the battle group.
The Dreadnaught Mechas may have trained countless Chapter recruits and watched them grow from generation to generation.
Those beings who are called sacred and fearless are the treasures among the treasures of the battle group, and are infinitely admired by other members of the battle group.
Call them elders.
The one in front of you, decorated with holy bones, is the sacred fearlessness of the Ultramarines!
If the driver is still alive, he will be the most valuable trophy of this battle!
Because this sacred fearless machine can use its unimaginable wealth of experience to bring huge improvements to the territorial battle group.
He will be the best instructor of the Space Marines!
Ron looked at the sacred fearless mecha in front of him with great respect and regret.
This Holy Dreadnought is dead...
Zizzi~
Suddenly, the pilot in the Holy Dreadnought woke up.
The veteran saw the strange sight in front of him and fell into confusion: "Where have I been?"
In his memory, he fought with the chief demon and then lost consciousness.
Then, the veteran saw the chicken thief dragging him in front, and he was instantly furious: "Damn aliens, where did you take me?"
The Holy Dreadnought Mecha suddenly started up .
With the crackling arc of electricity, the huge steel arm was raised, aiming the double heavy explosive bomb at the heavily armed chicken thief and Ron in front.
Sorry!
Seeing this, Ron's heart beat wildly: "Brothers, don't shoot!"
Boom——
Heavy explosive bombs poured out!
(End of this chapter)