Chapter 47 Let’s play another game of chess
Destiny Steel
Tenth Company Station
Visitor’s Residence
“Ventris, what did you say? What happened outside? "Pasanius was playing chess with him in Ventris's room. The two Ultramarines were discussing what they had been told by the young men of the 10th Company. Today was unusual. schedule.
"You can't go to the training ground or the gladiatorial cage at the moment," Pasanius seemed a little idle. "There's no new news, and it's almost dinner time, but the order prohibiting leaving has still not been lifted. "
Ventris glanced at him and said half-jokingly, "Pasanius, are you a little addicted to the appetite here - I mean, have you gained weight again? "
"That's impossible! In addition to the time for confession and prayer, I spend at least twelve hours every day at the training ground and practicing fighting with this group of recruits!"
"Hahaha... I know, I know, my friend." Ventris closed the codex in his hand, "Just a little joke. As an experienced Ultramarines veteran who is much larger than them, I I feel that your close combat teaching to our young brothers is quite effective.”
The first four captains of the Ultramarines were sitting on a comfortable recliner specially made for Astartes or larger humans. Stretch yourself up.
To be honest, Ventris had already been partially mentally prepared for the special culture and environment on board an ancient battle group's mothership that had returned from an expedition for thousands of years.
But in fact, after staying here for a while, he seemed to understand a little bit how these warriors maintained a good mentality during such a long period of time away from civilization and the Star Torch - while maintaining a comfortable food and environment In terms of size, this place really feels like home.
This was not only different from the customs on Macragge, but also very different from the many brother warbands he had seen and known that advocated asceticism and discipline.
Although he and Pasanius were sentenced and exiled by Calgar and other Masters, deep down Ventris still knew what the real reason was for, although it was a trial Victors and Atoners, but they are all for the continuation of the Codex Astartes, the Ultramarines, and honor.
Fortunately the brothers of the Silver Skulls were not sub-chapters of the Imperial Fists or some founding order, Ventris thought, but fortunately they were hidden along with him in the branches of the blood of the great Guilliman.
Otherwise, it’s really hard to say whether they will be accused of some unfavorable accusations by some institutions or personnel immediately after they return to the empire...
He has seen several veterans with silver skulls from a distance (no For some reason, they were reluctant to get close to other people.) The temperament of an elite who had survived a hundred battles was clearly visible to him, who was also an Astartes. Out of his own intuition, Ventris I don't think these veterans can accept the accusations and investigations from the empire very calmly.
The result would be too bad.
“As guests on their ship, unless necessary, our actions should follow the master’s wishes, my brother.”
Ventris put the regicide chess board aside Pushed in front of Pasanius.
His blond comrade muttered, "I guess you're right, Ventress, let's play another game of chess."
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The Iron Warriors have already encountered several The minutes came and I was shocked for the first time.
"What the hell! Damn the damned! Are we really attacking an apothecary's workshop defended by a new recruit on our own flagship?!"
Escape again and again. After opening a few cans of biochemical acid that splashed after landing, Dassadra squatted behind the makeshift trench and complained, "This is so embarrassing! So many of us veterans were actually blocked here by a little brat from the Imperial Fists. A full, full three minutes! ——He even has the face of Roger Dorn! If my father finds out about this, we will all be stuck on the wall and no one can escape!"
"If you don't stop talking nonsense, the time it takes for him to successfully stop us will be four minutes." Shanto said quietly from the side. There was an impressive corrosion pit on one side of his leg armor. , the shadow edge of the pit and the cracks that continued to emit white smoke inside made the muscles on one cheek of the war blacksmith continue to twitch, which also explained why they had to avoid that simple acid weapon. "The ammunition of the mechas will not be exhausted for a while, but according to my calculations and simulations, our next concentrated attack will be able to destroy their shooting weapons. When the rapidly cementing poisonous mist at the door dissipates, we We should carry out fire cover and charge - I doubt that this kind of fog can be ignited with the level of insidiousness that the boy showed in the past three minutes."
"Although this. That's what I want to say, but I admit that you proposed it first. Considering that we are all huddled in this channel at the moment, I do not recommend using certain weapons to test whether this theory is true."
"It's incredible. How did the terrain here become so restrictive for us in such a short period of time? We can't use our heavy weapons and the number of people charging. After charging, we will face the battle shield and gravity of the iron ring. The people with the hammer can only force close combat. "
"Aren't you wearing tyrant terminators? Why, are you afraid of sacrifice? "
"If it hadn't been for this situation, Shanto, I swear I would have pulled your head out of your neck with my own hands and stuffed it into the hell beast's ANUS."
"Thank you for saying this. Such a humorous joke, Dassadra." The war blacksmith's expression and eyes seemed to have already made Dassadra's two hearts, "But I think maybe your two hearts will like them a little more."
“Our ancient and reliable heavy artillery can blast open the gate of the false emperor’s palace. It is naturally not difficult to blow this place to pieces. Dasadra and I can do it with just our arsenal. However, I want to know who will meet the Primarch afterwards to explain to him why the Iron Lord's flagship was blasted with a big hole from the inside by his son?"
Soltarn's eyes were on him? The officers' faces were all in disbelief.
The war blacksmiths shut their mouths.
"Organize your champions, everyone," the old stonemason's respirator made a heavy sound, "He should only have this much means in such a short time. After rushing in, the time of hand-to-hand combat will not be too long."
"Ha, I remember this kid has never even been to the gladiatorial cage."
"Maybe I should replace the chain ax with an ordinary axe, so as not to accidentally chop this precious head into pieces."
The strange-colored smoke finally began to dissipate.
The last major door begins to reveal its outline.
The eyepieces of the Iron Warriors glowed with bloodthirsty light.
"Wait! This, this is impossible!!!"
A target data that should never appear here emerged from the figure at the door.
Quack!
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(End of this chapter)