Chapter 98 The Best Thing
When Aharin came to the chapter leader's office to deliver hot drinks as usual, he really didn't expect that from the moment he walked in, he would be forced to start performing something for a person. A very thrilling ballet move for a big guy who is over 2.2 meters tall wearing power armor.
He held the tray in one hand and the files in the other. He nimbly passed by the dangerously stacked stacks of messy data pads like a giant dragon flying over the water, while being careful not to step on them. Go to another pile of chess pieces, and the Ruler Assassin sticking out of the side table - behind it are more piles of documents and chess pieces.
The squire's gold-rimmed black cloak was rolled up in his arms. After several difficult tactical moves, the Iron Warrior squire's feet finally landed beside the desk.
Then what he heard was——
"Hmm... So would it be better to place two teams of hoop robots at this position and let them be the forwards?"
"Of course! They can be used as scarab terminators! Arrange it like this It’s the best!” The psychic consultant who spoke then added quietly, “It should be.” Self-discipline mode, that is to say, if any emergencies occur, they need to deal with them themselves as soon as possible, and then uncontrollable situations will be fed back to me, and then LOGOS will run and issue processing methods - so much But the steps also depend on the actual battlefield situation. Generally speaking, it is closer to the situation of independent combat, which actually makes me worried. For example, they may be a bit inflexible."
"That's not right. What are you worried about?! As line-filling soldiers, they already have long-handled thunder hammers, energy-absorbing shields, and shield-link locking protocols. Just listen to me and move forward to clear the way! !”
“Uh-huh, as forwards, is their movement speed okay?”
"Use it as a tactical fearless. Don't worry about speed. Just let the warriors at the back cooperate with their advancing front! Trust me!"
"I see..." Lamizane listened carefully as he spoke. Uselma Atla was getting more and more excited about her gang war class and was taking notes.
Aharin put down a tray of Reka coffee brewed with ancient medicinal herbs and buffalo milk and some kind of snack specially made into the shape of a sawed tree disc on the table next to them, and then continued as usual He also tried to think of himself as a steel vase - but after listening for a while, he became more and more uneasy, or in other words, he hesitated to speak.
Of course, the psychic consultant paid no attention to the thoughts of a little nephew. He saw the attendant who brought the snacks as if he had been granted amnesty, and immediately announced a break.
He put down the chess piece in his hand, turned to eat a piece of snack and began to dislike that it was not sweet enough.
Lamizane looked thoughtfully at the notes he just took down, and he noticed the small movements of the attendant.
“Aharim.”
“Your will, our father.”
“Do you have something to say?”
< br> "Uh... no." Even though he has experienced so many incredible changes recently, his body has undergone tremendous changes to that of the original body, and the content of his daily work cannot be said to be earth-shaking. It was a world of difference, but once he really looked into those eyes that were like light blue glaciers under the sun, Aharin still - flinched.
Part of it is that he can still remember the precedents of Berossus and Dantioch. The person being punished is just the person himself, but now that serving the Iron-Blooded is such a beautiful thing, because it is insignificant Being forced to break away from the current daily life due to small things seemed sinister and unacceptable; and partly, although as an Astartes, he shouldn't have such emotions, it was indeed because he was too scared.
Aharin - As one of the Iron Warriors who was very lucky to have had a one-on-one communication with his genetic father and primarch and finally survived intact, he is very familiar with that frightening feeling of oppression. .
In his opinion, although the father of genes has begun to return to the world from the devil's appearance in all aspects, he has become more human, more like ten thousand years ago - even deep down in his heart, he It feels like things may be better than they were ten thousand years ago - but the essential horror is still there, and that won't change.
That is the deep thing that their original body injected into the bloodline of each of his descendants from the beginning of creating the gene seed. Compared with other descriptions, the closest description is that it is a kind of hidden opposition. Although some people can overcome the instinct of fear of something huge that can swallow "oneself", it is not without reason - there is always something happening with it.
But in most cases, this instinct still works normally. Just like now, Aharin dare not look directly into those ice-blue eyes, even though he knows that they are now full of things that the Iron Warriors once dreamed of. The best thing that I dare not think of.
But that invisible sense of oppression is still clamoring, as if his instinct is telling him very strongly and definitely that as long as the father opposite is willing, he can immediately "assimilate" Aharin, yes , "assimilation," for lack of a better word, as if the underlying execution priority of one program was always higher than another the moment they were written. If he wanted to, he thought, he could instantly turn me into a fearless body, an iron ring, a kind of unconscious and fearless servitor, and completely kill "Aharin" on some level, and The lord didn't even have to lift a finger.
"Aharin?" His genetic father's voice sounded again, like some kind of mellow and bitter dark red spiced black tea, with a hint of concern, "You really don't have anything to say. "Yes?" He even added gently, "It doesn't matter. If you have any suggestions for our discussion, you can tell me."
He is rolling the third layer of honey and beans on the snack. The pink mortal young man seemed to let out an amused chuckle.
But now I am willing to die for it, because it is the best thing that I have never dreamed of. Ahlin thought. He pursed his lips hard.
"Yes, my lord." The squire, the war blacksmith Aharin, heard his trembling voice breaking the peace in the office, "I think I have some little insights about this kind of war game. You can ask Maatra's advisor to evaluate it and give you advice."
"In addition," he added selflessly, "I think you can call all the guards officers together and issue the award. Your order allows us to understand your goal, and all of us will be very happy to charge into battle for you and achieve any victory for you."
He paused and emphasized his tone.
“Anything, victory.”
Gua.
It seems that the fresh water milk with strange ingredients added (it seems to have Chinese medicine in it) really caused gastrointestinal problems (with a hideous look)
I hope my gastrointestinal function can last until the end of the month (
Then it is said that the author received a series of invitations to weddings, birthdays, etc. from relatives, probably around the first weekend of January, and may take a day or two off then
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(End of this chapter)