Chapter 146 Candy House
“Hephaestus.”
A trace of extremely rare uncertainty was mixed in the tone of Cato Sicarius, Brother Technical Sergeant, pay attention At this point, but he did not point it out, just returned, "What's wrong, Captain Sicarius."
"If this is some kind of trap or conspiracy against us, then I must say, behind the scenes No matter who the messenger of the Lord is, he can't stop me from taking them away today, and if possible, I will capture the person in charge of this place alive, torture him, and ask him if there are more."
While Techmarines often secretly believe that Captain Sicarius possesses the qualities of a great hero but also possesses an overly obvious emotional weakness that is rare among Space Marines but common among mortals of the Imperial Guard. , but this time he wholeheartedly agreed with the other party's rude statement.
When saying this, the proud warrior clutched a master-level bolt pistol in his hand. Although it looked really great in itself, it was mainly about the throne and Macragge. ! There was a strange sticky note on it. Someone used the font on a sacred manuscript that Sicarius had only seen in a heavily guarded stasis beneath the Macragge Reliquary. Written on it was a line and a scrawled signature: Temporary Use, R.G.
Could this be the signature of the Primarch himself? Sicarius didn't know, but he knew that the eyepiece of his trusty Lord's helmet clearly showed the record in Macragge's database. It was identified as "The Noble Primarch, Lord of Ultramar" , a mark that Lord Robert Guilliman usually adds to his improvised weapons."
Discovering this precious relic weapon from the shelf beside him stimulated the second company commander, and even made him rationally tell him that this forging world was too weird and weird that they should leave immediately and return to themselves. on the battle barge, and then see if he should drive in the opposite direction with all his strength and then pull back a full team, or whether he should blast for a few rounds to show off and then go back and pull a full team back - while holding his Storm Blade , swaying his head and looking around among these neatly arranged counters like a large moon bear stepping into the cornfield for the first time.
But he couldn’t refuse! The extremely suspicious Space Marine named Maxim took them to this so-called waiting hall, and then told them, "Surrounded by our samples and small items display counters, um... toilets... no, coffee bar Where are the drinking water and food supplies? Captain, you can take a look and put them in your shopping list before leaving the terminal. "
Sicarius was about to reprimand this strange Astartes loudly for such nonsense, contempt and rudeness to a noble warrior during the reception ceremony, but the next second his loyal and reliable The dazzling content description labels that suddenly popped up on the various items captured by the eyepieces and which could not be ignored attracted his anger and attention.
"It will be very detrimental to your future development if such a speech is recorded, company commander." The technical sergeant's prosthetic eyes kept flashing, "But I can completely understand it."
Hefes When Toss replied to the second company commander, he could only describe himself as embarrassed.
One hand of the technical sergeant and all his mechanical arms were carefully holding many boxes of precious antique ammunition. In order to maintain their balance, he had to slow down his progress, but, here, really Yes, it makes people unable to move!
The power ax of Ohm Messiah! These rare concussion bombs, hellfire bombs, plasma storm bombs or inertial fusion bombs, marked with their ancient golden emblem of manufacture, are just like the different types of screws placed in the Martian screw foundry. ——For someone from Gutera who knows a lot about fairy tales, he would say that it is like candies in a candy house - everywhere! On the rows of shelves made of shiny transparent material, in the ammunition boxes with transparent tops, it looks like they are on display! All of them! With his keen eyesight, the technical sergeant even found a small box of unlabeled explosives on a shelf in a corner, but Hephaestus was very sure that it was extremely rare and almost impossible to flow into other places. Dark Crow Bomb!
And that one! Are there various types of stasis grenades of various sizes on the row of shelves in the distance? ! Isn't there only one known production model of the stasis grenade? ! Wait, is that a stasis bomb that has been improved beyond recognition? ! How could anyone actually produce them outside of a secretive production line? ! Om Messiah is up! What on earth were these mechanical priests of Belakahn doing when no one knew? ! Did some amazing genius have a new technological explosion or did these lucky people secretly discover some new stasis technology STC? ! Could this be the truth that they have become increasingly reluctant to communicate with others in recent decades? !
Considering the often ill-intentioned judgments of the Imperial Ministry of the Interior and the Ministry of Justice and the existence of the Tauren Chapter, the martial arts-filled academic atmosphere on Mars and those who are troublesome and always want to find some mistakes and burn something. Hephaestus seemed to feel deep down in his heart when he was shocked by the attitude of the inquisitor. If this was the case, he might have discovered part of the truth about Belakane's seclusion in the star in recent years. The situation of several other Ultramarines may be better than that of their two leaders, but the situation is limited, because everything in this hall is completely a trap for the Space Marines to induce corruption. Really, even the so-called The smell wafting from the "food supply area" is telling everyone's taste detection nerves through the breathing grid: Come and have a look, there are a lot of superhuman beings here who are full of energy and are prone to hunger all year round. Foods composed of complex impurity compounds that are extremely beneficial to the body and provide a delicious experience.
Sicarius swore he also smelled something very similar to some of the traditional Thalassarian bay leaf honey cheese snacks his human mother would make when he was a child, This even made this confident champion who usually only puts his own honor first miraculously have a feeling of nostalgia for 0.0001 seconds.
"We should not indulge in this, Hephaestus, no matter how sweet the enemy's trap is, it is still a trap," the second company commander finally said, with a lot of hanging traps under his red cloak. "But all relics related to the Primarch must be collected and ceremoniously delivered to Macragge's underground vaults by the warriors of my Second Company."
"You are right, Captain Sicarius," the red-armored technical sergeant responded, "I feel much better now than when I first stepped here." His backpack was filled with magazine boxes that were almost reaching their limit. "Now I feel better. Have the confidence to face all challenges that come next.”
"Very well," Cato Sicarius turned, his Lyman ears catching the sound of an engine that was once familiar to Space Marines but rarely heard today.
"The throne is up there."
He murmured.
Hephaestus looked over his shoulder curiously.
"Oh. I'm thinking, Captain Sicarius, if this turns out not to be a trap, then we should start thinking about a new exclusive trade agreement or supply order."
A completely new-looking Stormbird gunboat entered the docking port before their eyes.
Gua.
Although there will be big things, it will not be the big thing everyone guessed【】
(End of this chapter)