Chapter 213 Your place is too outrageous even in this universe. Why hasn’t the old man shown up yet?
“Actually, I haven’t noticed it before, but I always feel that some of the many details and data make me The dissonance feels like a few wrongly played notes mixed into a grand symphony, or like the discordant bumps in a normally functioning machine. It’s subtle, but it’s there.”
“Now that we are close enough, our sensor arrays can scan and map all the surface and shallow ground geological mapping data of these three planets with greater power and higher accuracy, Kari Gram, Pearl Moon, Phobos."
"Guess what we found?" Lamizane's voice suddenly became lighter, as if he had discovered someone he had forgotten in an unexpected place. Child with treasure chest.
There was silence in the company channel. A certain librarian then remembered that this was not No. 22 on a certain street. Most of his listeners were Space Marine veterans who had experienced hundreds or even thousands of battles. He's not some pipe-smoking great detective either.
"Well...that is to say, the good news is that something is wrong with Carrick. There is a shielding layer deep underground on this ordinary planet. Its internal core should be hollowed out or at least partially hollowed out. There is something of great mass or density inside. No matter what it is, at least part of the energy source is still working and provides the working energy of the shielding layer. It also makes the planet's gravity, air composition and temperature very different. Unusual. The bad news is that even with the sensor array power of the Iron Blood, further scanning cannot be done clearly, which reveals that this thing may not be an easy target - let me remind you that the sensor array power of the Iron Blood should currently be It is the largest among all the Glory Queens still sailing in the star sea.”
Someone was muttering battle slogans and declarations of hatred against aliens in the channel, but Angron and Khadomo were still together. No sound was made, but the communication light spots between the two of them fluctuated more and more frequently.
“Don’t worry...it’s not over yet, because I originally wanted to use the Pearl Moon satellite as a reference to see if it could explain Carrick’s problem, so I also scanned the Pearl Moon carefully... ...Okay, another big surprise." He changed his position in the armchair. "The Pearl Moon government has a very close relationship with the Carrick government, and their relationship has always been good, so in theory, the history of Pearl Moon. Lord Bang shouldn't know anything about Carrick, but it seems like he really doesn't know much... I'm really starting to wonder if all the humans on these two planets are colonists who landed here just over a thousand years ago. - To put it simply, there is a huge crater under the water of Pearl Moon's Arctic Ocean - inside there is a huge spaceship inserted deeply into the seabed silt layer."
"Terra's. Heart!" Angron finally couldn't help but interrupted Lami Zane, "Is this your latest scan result? What is it? Or a lost human colony ship?" >
"Yes, according to the scan results, it was originally a huge spacecraft, which may have been dozens of kilometers long before being damaged. However, it was severely corroded by sea water and was only partially buried under the silt. A little better can be used for analysis. ”
"I thought at first that we had found a treasure, that we could find a good thing from the dark technological age... ahem, I mean, legacy, but after Magna further scanned the part that exposed the silt, we found that it should be An Imperial ship, with many very typical characteristics of the Imperial Navy and the Martian Shipyard, actually."
"So what kind of ship is it?" Everyone listened with bated breath. Some people have begun to feel quite uneasy about the conversation between the two primarchs (?). After all, they were only planning to come today to blast down some walls and basements, cut off some heads, and then sit down to receive a new planet, not to come here. Listen to the secret of how primarchs can communicate with each other.
But at this time, cutting off the communication channel in his helmet was obviously unhelpful and too conspicuous. The veterans of the Iron Warriors responded to this shocking information with a look of "Is this the first time? Just get used to it." ! At worst, it will be turned into an iron ring." They stood calmly in their fighting positions.
"The normal data in all databases show that 'this ship does not exist in the past, present, and future sequences of the Imperial Navy', but it is an Imperial ship no matter how you look at it. So we compared it again All data in the database that may match a certain range, including some unconfirmed and secret data from the Inquisition..."
"Wait a moment, my alert and perceptive brother, since the data does not exist, you Why are you convinced that it is an Imperial ship and continue the comparison based on this? ”
"Because of its size, armor composition and certain characteristics...only when she is a Glory Queen-class battleship, all the lists are closest to the results of data comparison analysis."
The Twelfth Original The body was obviously shocked by this shocking news for a while. After a very long time passed according to the thinking speed of the original body, the Supreme Tyrant of Nuceria spoke with difficulty and asked what everyone was thinking about at this moment. A question I want to ask: "So, this Queen of Glory, which crashed in this remote and desolate place without even being able to send out a distress signal... is the flagship of which of our brothers?"
Lamizan His Excellency En Carosini's reply came quickly and with a sense of matter-of-factness, "Of course it's because she can't send out a distress signal. Guess whose it is?"
Angron Pei Terra opened her mouth. There were two extremely familiar names on his lips, swirling on the tip of his tongue, and traveling in his mind like ghosts. He could even recall some sounds, smells, fragments... but he couldn't catch them.
Angron suddenly realized something completely, and an icy chill that was closest to a "creepy" feeling gradually climbed up his spine along his vertebrae.
He decisively ordered all Astartes to immediately exit this channel and re-encrypt the dialogue channels of the three Primarchs (?).
“You quite care about them.” Perturabo’s electronic voice sneered, “Even if you let them quit now, they will have to enter our laboratory one by one to have their brains washed later. "
"I didn't know you were so proficient in the methods of the Inquisition," Angron replied, "It wouldn't be so if it were the traitor's flagship... But there is absolutely no news about 'them'. It's appropriate to say this on this channel! You should be more, more, more cautious!"
"Then you have to ask our 'brother' why he suddenly started reasoning here. .”
"It's very unsatisfying to talk about reasoning when there are few people," someone interjected dissatisfiedly, "Have you ever heard of walking at night like a rich man?"
"Look." The dog is in his cockpit He spread his paws and said, "It has nothing to do with me."
"You can obviously divert the channel when he is talking! Perturabo, don't tell me you don't have this ability."
< "Of course I do, Angron, but I can't be bothered to stop it when my flagship is also complicit with him - or do you have little confidence in the survival rate of your offspring after brainwashing?" The scoffing sound of a long-mouthed, black-and-white quadruped was inserted into the electronic sound.
“Hey! I’m not done yet! There’s one more thing to say!”
"...I hope you won't say anything that will make me want to start my ritual early. After all, Karn and my chief hermit have not returned from the Eye of Terror yet."
"Ah, this is not a big deal. After scanning the Glory Queen on the Pearl Moon, we finally scanned the riddled satellite Phobos..."
"You The adjective used gave me a very bad feeling."
"It's nothing, really, really, it's not a big deal in comparison, but Phobos is actually a relic battle moon."
“…”
(End of this chapter)