Chapter 97: We are already eighty-eight, don’t try to escape
“So how do you plan to encounter the expedition led by the Son of Dorne?”
Utherma Atra picked up He took a sip of the fragrant and refreshing orange blossom water from his favorite teacup, briefly asked a question, and then opened the big book hanging on his waist and started reading leisurely.
In contrast, Lamizane was sitting behind his big desk, holding his head in his hands in pain.
“Why are you so happy to have a drink after hearing this kind of news?”
"Why didn't I?" Ma'atra ran her fingers through the pages of the book made of Thoth Temple sedge. "You see, I still completed it perfectly despite the lack of a sufficient number of psykers. My duty in the war group: The prophet group should use prophecies to guide the future direction and combat goals of the war group. Didn’t I do everything well? It's not me."
"Then why don't you talk to Perturabo? - He is next door." The leader of the war group lay on the table and raised his head towards the psychic consultant. , "Perturabo has commanded his legions and planets for nearly ten thousand years. They have even invaded the solar system and Holy Terra. Although he is said to be a bit good at naval battles, he can't be bothered with such trivial matters. Is that okay?”
“Tsk, that’s not possible,” the Chapter Psychic Advisor raised a finger and shook his head at the Chapter Leader, “The venerable Perturabo is busy now. , Don’t disturb him. So that’s why he entrusted me, his brother-close friend, to tell you how to do some daily work that can help him.”
“This kind of thing can no longer be called daily work. Well! Can this kind of thing be called daily work?”
Lami Zane’s face showed that you can spend a weekend in Gutera without even sleeping. The painful expression on the face of the dead man who had already thought about which chess pieces to use for each group was awakened by the overtime notice sent to him through a group on WeChat.
"Can this kind of encounter with the Imperial Fist Expedition be called a daily routine? Although I have changed my appearance and my name, I have not forgotten that this is the Iron-blooded ship! This is the Iron-Blooded ship! Steel, iron, warriors The flagship! And they are (Gu Terra’s expletive) the Fist of the Empire!”
“It’s just a small expedition fleet, it’s not like they brought the mountain formation over,” the face of the mortal young man said. There was a look of disapproval on his face, "They even have only one battleship."
"Since it's so simple, how about you take command."
"Refuse. This is your job. , I am only responsible for guiding, conveying and executing. "
"Shouldn’t the teaching work of guiding novices include teaching me how to fight a space naval battle in this time? "
"Not included. I said it before, because I don't see the need for teaching. It's not difficult at all, as long as you have the skills."
"No?! For example, you said there is only one battleship but they are somehow It’s also a fleet! I don’t think there’s a company of Space Marines on it if there’s a capital ship! I don’t even know who’s leading the team or what the route is going to be… Oh wait, even though you’re doing divination now. We will encounter the Imperial Fists Expedition, so we can also use it the other way around. I mean, use your power wisely and let us avoid them, right?"
"Avoid them? ?" Usel Malatra closed the book with a snap and sat up, "Did you make something wrong?"
His blue-green eyes narrowed sternly, "Are you right? Do you have no confidence in the power you have now? Or do you have no idea at all?”
“Of course I know the power we have, so I have no confidence at all.”< br>
"Oh? Then tell me, how much power do we have on hand now?"
The body of the Fourth Primarch paused slightly for 0.0001 milliseconds at an extremely slow speed compared to the original body. Uselma Atla's psychic auxiliary vision can see some ultra-high-speed tiny light spots passing through the opponent's retina.
"We now only have one iron-blooded ship disguised as a lunar class, an Iron Warriors veteran who is less than ten thousand, mortal technical officers, chapter servants and crew members who are less than ten thousand, and in name only one The company actually only has three teams of recruits in training, plus a think tank chief who is lying in the medical room so he can't be counted, a priest who serves as a think tank, and two pharmacists. In the end, even if you are included, we still have two full companies. Even if I can try to fight against one, I can’t let Perturabo come in! What if he floats away in the universe? "
Lami Zane became anxious as he spoke. He stood up suddenly and started walking back and forth in the office. "This is really too bad! We are so weak and helpless! Alas! I was too anxious when I escaped before. After escaping, I relaxed and indulged in dawdling! Too lazy!"
"..."
Uselma Atla put down his teacup and was silent at this moment.
The psionic consultant began to really understand the relief, looking down on everything, feeling life, and a little bit watching the show on that handsome black and white dog face when Perturabo asked him to come over to do this. Where did the expression come from.
"Allow me to interrupt, are you counting only the living, our Chapter Leader?"
"Isn't the 'vital force' counted as the living?" The other party looked at him innocently, "We don't have that very easy-to-use Abomination Intelligence for instant analysis, suggestions, feedback, and command. The Iron-Blooded One doesn't carry any ancient Iron Man super-intelligent AI. I mean, neither does the Iron-Blooded One." It’s built with Dark Age technology, so even organic souls still have to be driven by living people. Fortunately, Captain Walter is always here. By the way, we should be able to escape just by running, right?”
"..."
The fifteenth Primarch, who had regained his second life, began to feel that maybe he was squatting in the Great Pyramid of Tizka playing ostriches with a nest of wolves above his head. Autistic behavior doesn't look so stupid and evasive anymore.
“Did you not take into account the combat effectiveness of the Iron Blood at all?!” the green-eyed advisor asked in disbelief, “We have a fully equipped ship except that it does not have enough pilots. , the powerful Glory Queen-class super battleship!”
“But, but!”
“But what!” Uselma Atla began to consider whether to tell him simply. Just try to command, and if that doesn't work, you can help overload all the engine rooms of the opponent's fleet with psychic energy.
"But isn't it all naval battles?!"
"What?! That's ridiculous! Who taught you this?!"
"I think everyone thinks this sentence is wrong It makes some sense," their chapter leader gestured excitedly, "and the opponent is the Imperial Fist. How can we deal with it if they use a combination of teleportation and jumping gangs? Terminators, not even Taiwan Fearless. "
"... Where are your huge Iron Ring Guards and robots, you didn't count yourself and them at all, did you? "
Now the psionic consultant has become a ferocious-looking person. The dark-skinned young man’s slender fingers grasped the corners of the thick silver armor of a giant three times taller than himself, and his rounded nails made harsh friction against the plated surface of the power armor. Voice.
"Do, what are you doing?!"
"Come on, come on... It seems that I really need to teach you a lesson...!"
Gua.
There is one more chapter, in the code
(End of this chapter)