Chapter 208 A seemingly ordinary world of death
The operational meeting on how to deal with the Pearl Moon Prime was still held on the bridge of the Iron Blood.
This was not due to Perturabo's vigilant request or as a sign of weakness of the Nucerian tyrants. It was entirely presided over by the young Dorn and the experienced Captain Vought on the Iron-Blooded. Conference hospitality does allow people to attend meetings in a comfortable yet serious atmosphere.
Even after Ms. Lotara obtained more database information of the Iron-Blooded (according to Lamizane’s secret observation, it seems that the amount of information transmitted to her by Captain Voight was too huge), this This time, it was rare that she did not claim that the Desert Ark was the best ship in the galaxy. Instead, she changed into a white and red fox hunting suit and came to the meeting. Anyone who saw it must admit that her figure was suddenly combined. The tailoring complements her very well, and the riding boots and riding crop also match her temperament.
"The equatorial circumference of ancient Terra was approximately 24,901 miles, while the equatorial circumference here is 11,500 miles. A standard Terran year is 365 Terra days, while at Carrick, a year is even Very close to 345.5 Terra days, the length of a day here is 22 standard Terra hours. It also has an ocean world satellite Pearl Moon that is larger than the moon, and a small satellite Phobos - I have to What I want to emphasize again is that it is also located in the same secondary star sector as Bela Kahn... just two ordinary jumps away... If the average temperature were not for the average temperature of minus two to four degrees, this place would be completely in line with my ideals. ! What a blessing! ”
No one asked out loud at this time, "So what is that ideal?" Only Angron seemed to be hesitant to speak, but he finally seemed to have thought of some of his teacher's warnings. , still held back.
“Hmm, compared to the atmospheric composition of ancient Terra, which is 78% nitrogen, less than 21% oxygen, close to 1% argon, 0.032% carbon dioxide and 0.000001% ozone—— Well, the composition of the atmosphere here is really good, 75% nitrogen, 21% oxygen, 1% argon, 1% ozone, 1.5% carbon dioxide..."
Someone who unconsciously became the host of the meeting The librarian now has Angron sitting on his left and Perturabo sitting on his right. Dozens of senior Astartes officers and naval officials are also sitting on the outside. At the same time, he is browsing the general impressions in his memory on his retina. Specific data compared with reality, floating light points were transmitted from his LOGOS into the eyes of each participant.
“Ah, what’s a little troublesome is that the gravity reaches about 1.4 G, which is a bit strange, but at least it’s not a problem at all for the Iron Warriors... Oh no, this is very strange, given the gravity of this planet How does the size achieve such a high gravity? The equatorial radius of Pearl Moon is even larger than Carrick, which is only about 1.2 G... Also, isn't it right? The proportion of ozone in the atmosphere is just that, but carbon dioxide Is the ratio of carbon dioxide a bit too high? With such a high carbon dioxide ratio, it shouldn't be so cold here."
Someone said calmly, "Maybe it's because Carrick found it in the empire. There were some orc ruins before, and there are still sporadic orc groups wandering on its equator - every summer, one of Carrick's important traditional activities is to bring a heavy flamethrower to burn down the clumps. If the mushrooms that grow are left alone, they will gradually mature and develop into green-skinned orcs.”
Several battle monks from the Twelve Legions turned their incredulous eyes to Perturabo's car, "Orc alien?! They actually allowed this ugly and potentially threatening green-skinned alien to stay here for many years without launching an attack. Completely destroy them?! Didn't you call for support from the Astartes? This behavior of appeasing the traitor did not receive any additional evaluation and judgment?"
"...So... It's true." Lamizane also frowned, "It has become a local seasonal tradition to go out to burn orc mushrooms. It sounds like the hunting season in the Calixis sector. Aren't the Inquisition and the Ecclesiarchy agents very active? Well, the strangest thing is that in this galaxy, the two inhabited planets of Carrick Prime and Pearl Moon together cannot raise an astral corps to pay the Ministry of Military Affairs. Tithes, but with just a few people and the need to maintain daily work and production, how can they last so long with the orcs?"
"It's low temperature," Perturabo said. Mizan's words, "Whether it is a reasonable explanation or not, in short, the conclusion of the empire's research on this place is that the low temperature on the surface of Carrick greatly reduced the activity of the orc spores here, and made the growth rate extremely slow. That’s enough time for the residents to search for and burn the new mushroom bushes by the ponds and lakes according to the season. Oh, and,” the dog made a habitual movement of pushing the mini-screen on the bridge of its nose, while attending the meeting. In the eyes of others, the Contemptor fearlessly pushed the bridge of his nose as deftly as a living person.
"——Of course, not all fungal growths will be completely burned out. Orcs are extremely tenacious. Some of them eventually grow out, but very few, and it is said that the equipment level is also very rough. Inferior. So as long as the residents of Carrick gather together and make good use of the existing technology, it is not difficult to deal with them. After all, there is also a settlement of Oglin people and an orbital defense platform." "Let's not talk about it here. What's wrong with the fact that ordinary low temperatures around 0 degrees Celsius can so obviously prevent the development of orc spores... Doesn't this really sound peaceful? But this world is actually considered a medium in the Ministry of Internal Affairs' assessment star chart. It’s a deserted place between the hive and the death world, so no one has come to develop it!”
Everyone heard the obviously sarcastic sneer from the Contemptor Fearless, "Yes, it's interesting, yes, this is the corpse, the dying and decaying empire."
Angron used his eyes to signal his heirs to maintain some restraint. Of course, Second Company Commander Sklar and Eighth Company Commander Endred - especially the latter, stroked the lightning eagle emblem on his chest back and forth, looking like I really want to find some large object to test the hardness of his axe.
In response, Perturabo sneered more obviously in the car, "For the sake of your heir, my brother, I suggest you lock his power armor servo first - oh, sorry, I Forget, not every Primarch can operate the insurance of his warriors so conveniently."
"I am not so arrogant as to think that I can be the last line of defense for my brave and glorious descendants. Lock," Angron answered his brother calmly, "because they themselves are their last line of defense. If I fall, they will build an unbreakable wall with everyone's heart."
Someone must have made some kind of disdainful sneer, but someone must also have made a sound of approval.
During this period, Lamizane's brain was operating with extraordinary efficiency at the speed of his blinking, comparing relevant data with more detailed information that he had never come into contact with before.
"I have put together a form, which has been sent to your receivers, about all the strange things about Carrick. I think I also have some information about how to enter and contact the Carrick government. I have some ideas.”
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Digression:
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