Chapter 142 Honorary Title
The overhauled hull of the Emperor's Will has now basically restored its old appearance when she first entered the star sea to serve the Ultramarines. On her bridge stood a A warrior wearing a red cape and blue armor, he has neatly trimmed short light brown hair and sharp blue eyes.
After waiting patiently for twenty-four hours, the ships of the Ultramarines finally received the guidance signal and began to enter the interior of the galaxy along the set route, heading towards the large Belakan orbital platform. 's dock.
"Do you think we can find here the answers we came across the galaxy to seek? Sicarius."
Standing next to him was Techmarine Hephaestus , Techmarine has an unusually tall stature with additional modifications and a tech backpack, which are painted Martian red like the rest of his armor to show where he received training and will fight against Ohm's Messiah Ya prayed, and his bionic eyes made running noises, indicating that the Techmarine was evaluating and calculating everything he saw.
"No matter what is here," the second captain replied, "I will all get them. I have no doubt about it, Hephaestus."
In the view of the porthole, Bei The surface of Lakan's planet made of blue ice and red iron is reflected on the golden eyepiece on the waist of the second company commander.
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“Who are you talking about?”
Captain Walter, according to his habit, was about to answer the throne The one in the center——
Then Horin discovered that the person who interrupted the question very rudely was the fearless new first company commander.
"He is the Second Captain of the Ultramarines Chapter, Lord of the Watch, Knight Champion of Macragge, Grand Duke Thalassarian, High Lord of Ultramar, Captain Cato Sicarius, My lord."
"There are so many people." The Iron Lord sitting in the center did not pursue the first company commander's gaffe in front of the emperor, but instead let out an exclamation of unknown meaning.
The cyborg captain didn't know why but still agreed.
“This company commander does have many honorary titles.”
The King of Steel turned his head to the mechanical shell of his body on the left, "I think we should get a few for the officers and members of our Chapter. It sounds really pretentious to report it at this time... "
"—Are you sure, Captain, that it is Cato Sicarius who comes here? The warrior king of Espandor?" Listen to the fearless voice of the Contemptor decorated with golden wings. There was some unusual suppressed anger, and then people saw that the face of the Fourth Primarch sitting on the central throne suddenly changed. "They came with several ships. Who else came besides Cato Sicarius? Is there any more information?"
The data stream quickly passed through Captain Walter's biochemical brain. , "Yes, Lord Ishtar, although the title you mentioned is not in my database, other characteristics and personal verification codes are consistent with Captain Sicarius. According to the order of the Lord of Steel, We requested a list of attendees for the purported Cleansing Banquet, led by Captain Sicarius himself, along with a team of Techmarines, a Mechanic-Priest serving the Ultramarines, the Emperor's Will The captain of the ship, and maybe the Astropath, no more."
The First Company Commander's Fearless seemed to be lost in some kind of data calculation for a moment.
The Lord of Steel's face was so solemn, which made the atmosphere on the bridge tense.
[…It’s over, it’s over, it’s all over! Pepe! I've completely forgotten that on Fulgrim's side, Cato Sicarius seems to be a particularly bad guy too! ! ! 】
【Did you only think of such an important thing now? ]
[After all, it was an accident within an accident that this Fulgrim would appear here! 】【When there are already precedents like you and me in this universe, you also suggested that Maatla hold some kind of summoning ceremony with you. I have nothing to say about your stupidity, confidence and naivety. 】
【Well, then my best, most omniscient and capable puppy Perturabo in the universe can definitely help me convince Meifeng again, right? 】
[Unfortunately, although I am indeed the best, most omniscient and capable Perturabo here, I know very little about what happened to Cato Sicarius in Fulgrim the Faithful's universe. ——I clearly remember that his funny voice like a palace dwarf would repeatedly shout "I~! Cato! Sicarius!"]
[Well, that's really not the same thing. , in short, he is a... with Meifeng... then let's... take him back to the office to talk? 】
【Correct. Get Fulgrim out of here before he decides to do something desperate. 】
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The servants in the armory rolled out the Terminator armor that Danat Lysander had repainted in bright yellow, and Start helping him put them on in sequence.
These short but strong servants always cover their faces, hands and feet with the hoods of their robes, but they - Lysander suspected it was them - were quite easy to use and never spoke, at least the former captain of the company and today's Not a single voice of conversation or prayer was heard by the Chapter Champion.
Although Lysander once believed that he might not be able to maintain his equipment or obtain supplies as well as he could on a Chaos-corrupted ship, he soon discovered that he was wrong.
The armory here cannot even fault the pickiest Astartes. Everything that can be provided to the Space Marines is here. The selection list data board handed over is always full of varieties, and there is always something. What makes people want to redeem them with performance points - how to obtain these performance points, he is still secretly researching - from a jetpack that is powerful enough to make the Terminator fly to all kinds of rare items from 10,000 years ago Expensive equipment has gradually made brothers who love new weapons and all kinds of armor lose their way. In good conscience, Lysander felt that they really couldn't be entirely blamed.
Oh, if I have to be picky, it is that it is really quiet here. It is so quiet that all communications are displayed on the data panel. In addition, a very significant feature is that there is only one priest of the Mechanicum here occasionally. Hurrying around and seeming indifferent to visitors.
There are rarely tons of binary prayers, incense, or holy oils before any equipment is made or delivered here. Efficient and concise written dialogue is the key here. Synonymous with this (so Lysander has always suspected that the difficulties he encountered before were somewhat unusual), a large number of flexible machines assisted by some armory servants are enough to complete everyone's needs.
At first Lysander was not used to such a silent, fast, and efficient process of taking off and putting on armor, but after he went back and forth twice, he quickly adapted to it. Now he even began to feel that the armory was a peaceful and pure land on the Iron Blood. Great for meditating or meditating during the nail application process.
A piece of pauldron bearing the black fist emblem of the Imperial Fist that was engraved into Lysander's heart was pushed in front of his eyes.
The tall Astartes closed his eyes.
The sound of fixing bolts being driven into the fixing holes sounded one after another, and the warning buzzer and status light indicating the completion of A jumped to green.
Danat Lysander opened his eyes and grasped the handle of the Fist of Dorne.
He lifted his combat-booted feet and walked toward the transport elevator leading to the docking bridge of the orbital platform.
Gua.
(Lie down slowly into the tomb)
(End of this chapter)