Chapter 214 Let you have a little experience of what real warm-hearted shock is, Iron Boy
"Wait a minute." Angron Petra's voice suddenly became full of memories and extremely tired. , as if he had just experienced a beast war as a witness before this conversation took place.
"Wait a minute, so I am truly worthy of being the Lord of Olympus..." The voice of the 12th Primarch contained a sense of validation that "this is really going to happen." With a sense of "I really shouldn't doubt it", "Before we continue to talk about other outrageous facts, I would like to ask, when you two were still on the Iron Blood, did you often encounter something unexpectedly... ...Hmm...a famous existence?”
“Huh?” Lamizane was stunned by this sudden question, but then he recalled that there were several quite recognizable names. Flashing through his memory, "Yes, and many of them are... stray express packages delivered to your door?"
"Ah, what the teacher said is true, it is indeed a gathering... I have no questions. Please continue to explain. Phobos is a relic battle moon. Okay, I also found the investigation report of the Calixis Sector Development Team from the database of the Desert Ark. It was about Written more than 1,500 years ago, it did mention that there were orc tribe ruins on Phobos, and at that time they believed that the ruins themselves were at least thousands of years old, and that the orc infection in Carrick came from the crash. Orc spaceship - so just leave it alone? The judges in this sector will even set up a special intelligence group to deal with various problems in the shadow of this sector, but they just leave it a little careful. You can find something wrong just by clicking on it, and no one has ever done anything about it in more than a thousand years?”
"Oh, is this weird? Angron, the Corpse Emperor's decaying empire is so huge and lacks order and efficiency. When their administrative tentacles were decentralized to planet-based places, their control was almost lost. Regardless of whether it is normal for the locals to solve the problem themselves or be solved by the problem, only the final missing reports of those inquisitors may lead to some follow-up investigations-if their factions in the Inquisition still have some master-disciple relationship or face. ”
No matter how you listen to the sinister tone of Perturabo’s electronic sound, it is very good to imitate it, which makes people doubt that this genius has used his intelligence in some strange ways. On the small details.
“Look, look, this huge territory, it is obvious that the empire wants to——”
When talking about certain topics, he will become talkative and particularly venomous. When a certain black-and-white stuffed tyrant was about to publish his next harsh criticism, there was finally a new movement at the door of the reception hall.
Governor Alexey and his cronies filed in one after another with serious faces. The two guests inevitably noticed that some of the cronies were different from the way they left - they seemed to have become more Bigger, more... a little grayer-green? Is their skin looking dull the result of sunburn in the snow or an illusion? Are the details of their previous clothes like this? It should be said that the overall appearance of this group of Carrick people now becomes more... like the luxurious dress of Rogue Traders?
"Don't act rashly." After seeing the change in the visitor, Lamizane specifically added, "Okay, it seems we will know the result soon."
After the Rogue Trader said the last sentence, he paused. communication. He adjusted his facial expression to a smile, then stood up and turned to the Planetary Governor, who was approaching him.
"I'm glad you're back, Mr. Governor, can I get my order?"
The Governor's amber eyes looked at the blue-eyed guest with a strange look. , "You seem to be very confident about the order, Mr. Carosini, haven't you thought of other possibilities?"
"I am very confident in the quantity, quality and variety of my product catalog. "The Rogue Trader said proudly, standing next to the tall and silent Space Marine holding a bolter.
The other party sighed, "Then it seems you are right. We really cannot refuse your long-term low-price supply contract. I have already asked my subordinates to get the map, so you can see which area to choose. However, I still want to remind you that although I can provide this place to you within the scope of my personal authorization, its ownership rights still permanently belong to the Imperial Ministry of the Interior and the Holy Throne of Terra if they need to expropriate it..."< br>
“I have a strange sense of déjà vu...but I can understand what you mean, don’t worry, look, we can draw up supplementary terms in the contract, such as the 999-year lease period and how to recover it at expiration and in advance Issues such as compensation for terminating the contract..."
While the Governor and the Rogue Trader began to bargain item by item on the parchment contract, a dialogue channel was quietly opened between the other two Primarchs. ——Of course, the poor Astartes were still left in the trenches outside. The order they received was to continue to stand by, and it seemed that they had almost been forgotten.——The thunderstorm became stronger, and the ice wrapped in the wind and snow The grains patted their ceramic armor coldly - Dassadra sighed, skillfully shook off the ice, snow and cold water in the shoulder armor and gaps, and began to take out some special supplies for the Iron-Blooded canteen from the ammunition box next to it. of military supplies.
This move was questioned by Endred, who had been staring at him, "Hey, man, why do you look so used to it?"
The eighth company commander pointed to the waterproof tarpaulin that had been quickly unfolded and set up above their heads.
Now they are all sitting in small teams in the trench that has been widened again, surrounding the ammunition boxes piled high. Although what Dassadra took out was only some dry snacks and a self-heating teapot, it was undeniable that Endred had never seen this kind of combat habit in any Space Marine.
“You’ll get used to it if you often have to wait in bad weather for a long time because you are forgotten——” The Iron Warrior’s adjutant had already begun to pour Reka coffee and more energy sugar into the teapot. "Lord Lamizane told us that if this happens, just make some hot drinks to deal with it. Although our equipment and physique are not afraid of such trivial meteorological problems at all, he thinks that this waiting plan is actually effective." Helps improve our morale and make our hearts stronger..." He paused, "Sturdy."
"No wonder." The unusually tall ancient terminator smacked his lips. Then he tilted his head back and closed his eyes, as if trying to feel something.
In one breath, the surrounding Iron Warriors suddenly felt warmer in their hearts more or less.
A hot, positive supernatural force surged through their souls, just like the powerful strength, unyielding will and uninhibited enthusiasm of the heroic warriors turned into the tropical sea showers, sea breeze and sunshine, transforming the soul cabin The cobwebs, black mud, haze and any chaotic negative emotions accumulated in every corner are completely swept away, leaving only a relaxed mind, a refreshing feeling of high altitude and the warmth of the slight sun.
Everyone was speechless for a moment and looked at the eighth company commander who looked wild and fierce.
The Iron Heart Hound squinted his eyes, picked up the sweet Reka coffee brewed in front of him, and drank it in one gulp.
“Ha!”
A puff of white breath came out of his mouth.
"It's better to go as fast as this! The smell of your souls is really good."
(End of this chapter)