Chapter 18 What is supposed to come will come
Destiny Steel
The space above the tenth company station
The original bridge room of the Iron Blood
In Pei After Turabo left, through the newly opened and cleaned corridors and elevators, Lamizane immediately took his (seemingly relieved but uneasy) heirs to the place where the strange pulling feeling of soul and flesh was unbearable. Previously, the original built-in bridge of the flagship was reached from another route.
This sense of distance is really not easy to grasp. Fortunately, we took this into consideration and adjusted the position of the Tenth Company to the lower level of the internal bridge room. Otherwise, I really don’t know how to explain "We must put the recruit station at the bow of the ship." array position".
Of course, Perturabo's original words were "Why should I explain to them that this is my flagship, I can put it wherever I want."
I really envy the black and white dog talking. Not responsible.
The busy technical officers and servants around are reawakening the online cogitator, debugging and lighting various pipes and cables, while he is sitting in a seat specially made for huge power armor, in front of his desk To deal with today's work, to be honest, no matter where you are, if you want to do anything normally, you can't escape a lot of paperwork.
On this point alone, Lamizane felt that he really did not envy the Loyal Primarch.
The Destiny Steel (Iron-Blooded) is currently sailing through subspace.
Leaving aside Perturabo's questionable space technology, what is more curious is the Imperial navigator who was captured by Honso and brought with him to the Iron Blood.
This navigator is obviously still loyal to the empire, but he has actually been diligently using the Star Torch navigation for the Iron Blood. Ten or even nine times it is contrary to common sense.
Considering that Honso wrote very clearly in his previous battle reports, he did so many things that were very consistent with the behavior of the empire’s enemy before he got this precious prisoner to Medlenga. Morally - well, Lamizane has never terminated the preparatory instructions requiring Captain Walter to correct the route or jump out at any time according to the specific situation.
In addition, considering that the little secrets of this ship are comparable to those of the First Legion, and there are people on the ship who are easily targeted by demons, oh, it is literally everywhere. Therefore, before jumping into the subspace, Perturabo had already taken out his (self-proclaimed) ultra-improved version of the multiple Geller force field generators at the bottom of his pressure box and placed them on the ship, and transferred those "little secrets" that needed to be protected. into a separate pocket space.
So far, everything seems calm, orderly, and great.
Lami Zane took a sip of milky Reca coffee and thought that he should practice multi-threading, so he approved the new demon sewer crusher test application while cutting the screen elsewhere.
"I hope everyone is okay." With the strong appearance of Perturabo, the elder of Khadomo, I saw the border collie fearlessly stepped onto the podium, and changed the length of the hair of these little brats. After initially criticizing the fact that the angle of the bolter's muzzle pointing at the ground was so stupid and unsightly, Lamizane dug the Fourth Primarch's toes into the ground while silently cutting away the sensor monitoring screen.
Well, he didn’t mean to peek, but he had to take a look when LOGOS’ self-discipline monitoring patrol mode was pushed to his eyes, right? Otherwise, he was also afraid that the civil war regiment would lose 19% of its recruits within thirty seconds after Perturabo met them.
At present, it seems that such a training accident will not happen for the time being.
Of course, this group of new recruits may need a little more time to adapt - perhaps when Perturabo is not training them, let other veterans of the second company take them to play more simulated battlefields or online -
His fingers moved rapidly across the data pad.
At this time, Captain Walter, who was staying on the forward bridge, asked to speak to him.
After Lamizane connected, the other party immediately sent a message.
"My lord, we have heard a strange message beam in the nearby turbulence. It indicates that there is a corpse in the opposite direction - the Imperial ship is sending chaotic distress signals to all passing targets."
What's wrong? What should I do, what should I do...it's wrong. What does it feel like.
Suddenly feeling that many eyes were secretly observing him, Lamizane felt that the data cables on his scalp were exploding.
He hurriedly called in his heart.
"Pepe? Pepe?! Perturabo?! Baby?! Hi hi?! Perturabo, are you listening?!" "..." to Perturabo There was no reply to the telepathic call.
Lamizane strongly suspected that the demon primarch's attention was completely attracted by other things at this moment.
The data shows that he is conducting a one-to-many battle simulation with the 10th Company - (Gutella swears!) I remember it! One of the Border Collie’s instincts to focus! Border collies do sometimes turn a deaf ear when they are too focused and excited about certain goals!
Why does it feel like his loss of rationality has been a bit serious recently... The Lord of Iron can't really just slowly turn into an ordinary border collie... It's too scary! But it’s okay, I will raise him, but will there be any other changes...
Thinking so wildly, while he desperately continued to call Perturabo, he tried hard to start rummaging through the boxes in his mind. Search for your meager knowledge of subspace, LOGOS? LOGOS? Is there a concept of nearby navigation in subspace?
The "Iron Lord" frowned.
There was still silence in the bridge room, the faces of the Iron Scions hidden behind the breathing grid.
Their eyepieces shimmered in the darkness, reflecting the light of the instruments.
"... allocate more analysis and internal monitoring resources, and activate a higher level of protective force field and iron curtain. Except for personnel in essential positions, the entire ship is not allowed to leave the room, broadcast to the entire ship, thirty In eight seconds, all the Iron Guards will be in position and will fire indiscriminately on any target that does not hold the permission code. The signals from the suspicious targets will be filtered and connected to my link, Walter."
"Like you. As you wish, my lord.”
The next moment——
The pale skulls tumbling among the boundless corpses are always screaming as they are being crushed——
The stinky bloody ground is steaming with heat, and every inch is soaked in mud made of blood and flesh and blood——
Thousands of men and women were swallowed alive, chewed up, and turned into a pile of dark red filthy fuel along with the crackling evil——
Stretching between the past and the future, every time, disgusting, twisted and twisted Howling human sleepers rolled into deformed limb tracks——
“We must jump out immediately...”
"What is that...ahhhhh!"
"Is there anyone! Is there anyone! This is Star Language...Zizhi...Zi...Kaoszhi...we..."< br>
"He's coming! He's coming! The skull...clack..."
"Save me! Save me! For the sake of the Emperor who loves us! Ah— —!”
“My Lord! For Macu... Rag...”
Desperate screams and wails gradually turned into chaos as the subspace tide receded, trying to seduce people into a vortex of lips, teeth, and tentacles that stirred up their thinking and gray matter——
A piece of rusty metal was pointed with claws on the inside of the skull. The sound of the ground scratching the surface rumbled and whispered in the most painfully frantic tones.
“We will——sail along the trail of blood to our destination!”
With this brutal and evil statement, some kind of supernatural engine——or some kind of Let Lamizane recognize the existence of a transportation vehicle that is about to be eliminated in 2K Terra, and the body of the Fourth Primarch sees——
What kind of terrifying human-faced Thomas the Tank Engine is in the subspace? The floating flesh track made a sound of "eating like crazy", swallowing the broken human corpses and coals and rushing towards here?
Outrageous.
The cold wave really gave the unprepared author a punch in the head - my new quilt is still on the way! Fortunately, I have a warm fur heater from the Furman to save my life. Everyone is really enthusiastic. I originally wanted to revise it in detail, but I feel that I can't live up to the enthusiasm of book friends. This afternoon, the slow author decided to work hard and add another chapter to thank everyone for their support╭(`)╯
(End of this chapter)