Chapter 257 Interlude: Sklar’s Wonderful Rabbit Hole Journey (3)
After finally carefully sending off the already pious (?) and serene (?) even to the point of taking a closer look at the skull helmet They were all smiling (the tradition of many chapter chaplains is that after wearing the skull helmet, they are not allowed to take off the helmet in front of the battle brothers of other chapters), but in fact, after realizing that, they looked a bit calm after seeing the crazy Li Kewen brothers. Afterwards, Captain Sklar was alone again.
He paced back and forth several times in this comfortable room, thinking about what he had seen and heard after boarding the Iron Blood and his next actions.
First of all, the monitoring situation of Ms. Salin, herself and her think tank brothers was made into a very concise and easy-to-understand interactive interface list by a certain original body, and they have been using the magical shared wireless network of the Iron Blood The transmission technology reports to him every five minutes, including charts, text, and videos with sound effects. This allows Old Fearless not to rush to the scene in a hurry, and allows him to handle some official business from the Desert Ark at the same time.
However.
He thought again. In order to use this convenience, he finally allowed the technical sages sent by the Iron Blood to install additional ports and receivers for him. Speaking of which, how could there still be people still wearing Martian red on the Iron Blood? The Tech-Priest in his robe is a mystery - for safety reasons, the Chapter's technical members who had served Ironheart for a long time on the Desert Ark had sternly requested that the other party open the source code to them in order to detect whether he had malicious intentions in their own. The data contains evil intentions, such as carrying Iron Plague or Chaos Waste Code - hmm.
The mysterious red-robed sage of the Iron Blood actually agreed very generously and simply immediately, which made the technical sergeants and mechanical priests of Iron Heart even more vigilant and wary. floors.
After being fully prepared and carefully trying to connect to the wireless network space opened to them by the red-robed sage for the first time... Sklar covered his face as he recalled this. His own face was damaged, but his superhuman memory and faithful recording footage still reminded him of the performance of the members of Mars at that time.
After connecting, they were all stunned at first, until Sklar even began to worry that they were collectively destroyed by the waste code impact, so he called them - and then he was lucky enough to appreciate the technology The steel-modified bodies of the priests and mechanical priests can behave in such a way that they cry and lower themselves in a low voice, so as to plead with the other party to allow them to be allowed to join the armory research and development institution of the Iron-Blooded immediately, immediately, and immediately as a small person. The shameful appearance of a trainee researcher.
To be honest, what the sage provided is nothing special except that it is very easy to use, stable, smooth, seems to require no debugging, plug and play, and is small in size...
Captain Sklar pondered, maybe there is some mystery here that only people in the Mechanicus can understand and marvel at? Or maybe he was a highly respected sage thousands of years ago who kept his name?
Well, both of these situations are not uncommon. After all, the members of the Mechanicus even use their own language. He sat down on the sofa and naturally picked up a unique fruit in the fruit basket - the nameplate next to this thing explained that it was originally called a banana, well... this nutritious, easy to eat and delicious taste, wonderful It just made his dry mouth feel some overly sweet discomfort.
His eyes turned to the tea tray aside: there was a nice-looking pot of tea and a reasonably sized teacup on it. There was also a very obvious switch button next to it. The pattern on it was exactly that of a teapot. Normally and after boiling, there are two arrows, one pointing between the two icons, and the other pointing down, pointing to the button.
Well, that’s obvious, isn’t it? He pressed the switch, and with a friendly "click" sound of the circuit closing, Sklar's superhuman hearing heard the inside of the device begin to work in an orderly manner for his hot tea, and he soon got a cup of just the right temperature. The tea is very suitable for moisturizing the mouth.
He took two sips and squinted his eyes in pleasure: This tea did not seem to be like the bland Tanner tea, but had a sweet aftertaste in the bitterness of the floral fragrance - when he was still When I was not in the Iron Coffin of the Dreadnought and continued to fight for the cause of the Primarch, the Emperor and the Imperium of Mankind, I once drank that stuff at the Valhalla regiment's station. It was really a——
Wait.
Sklar stared with horror at the silver round-mouthed tea cup in his palm that still had half a cup of tea still exuding aroma and heat, and looked completely harmless.
It now looks as sinister as the fragrant and transparent tea, like the upturned corners of the mouth and blade of the Keeper of Secrets, or the terrifying and dangerous cracked smile of the Great Unclean One.
Wait a moment.
Me.
I am.
I am Sklar, the 2nd Captain of Ironheart.
I already am. I am already a Contemptor Fearless! ! !
How could I possibly do it...
There is indeed something wrong with this place! ! ! Those demonic energy reactions! !
When Sklar realized this again with a cold body, he immediately threw the teacup in his hand as fast as possible and jumped up.
Several of his main sensors monitored the curve of the tea spilling all the way, watching it splash onto the comfortable thick carpet, the cup made a crisp clink on the floor and then bounced a few times and rolled forward. Go, until it hit the bathroom door, it swayed and stopped.
Nothing happened.
The tea has not turned into a strange poisonous wine brewed with strange materials, nor has it turned into a pus soup full of germs and plagues. The teacup is still a teacup, and a wisp of residual heat is rising from the mouth of the teapot on the table. of white steam.
This room is still the same as when Kevin Li left it.
Only Skator, a ten thousand-year-old fearless man, hunched over in a comfortable room like a frightened cat, exploding all his fur - his entire body of weapons.
The experienced veteran has loaded all his weapons, and the sensors all over his body are frantically scanning the room for holes where there may be no living beings hiding, or where there may be any phantom disguise.
No, not here, not there! This is impossible! Absolutely impossible!
No, if you can't find any flaw, then maybe you should leave the house temporarily... But Fearless's slow walking speed is a fatal problem at this time.
The servo on Fearless's waist made a buzzing sound of friction. He cautiously took a half-step towards the door. At the same time, his upper body was constantly rotating vigilantly, and the fire aiming system maintained a high alert state.
One step.
Nothing happened.
Two steps.
The door will be arriving soon.
Three steps.
Still nothing happens... wait.
Skraar blinked away the sweat dripping from his brow and away from his eyelashes, the speed of the displacement clear on his retinas.
He seemed to be moving at the "normal" tactical movement speed of an Astartes.
(End of this chapter)