Chapter 261 Interlude: Sklar’s Wonderful Rabbit Hole Journey (5)
Platinum gun flames were violently spit out from the muzzle of the Dreadnought Assault Cannon forward, accompanied by a huge opening fire The sound and the crisp jingle of projectiles.
The direction Sklar fired to clear the way forward was very clear: exit - the wall next to it.
No matter what traps there are or what sinister existences are lurking there, it will be obvious as long as they are blown open and collapsed. As for whether to consider blowing up the fearless adamantine alloy shell that can destroy him instead Explosion trap that is so powerful that it cannot move - based on Sklar's many years of void combat experience, if the opponent still wants to let the ship continue its free flight in this dangerous universe and subspace, then most of the devices in the trap will They would not bury such explosives that were powerful enough to blow him away but also had a huge risk of blowing a big hole in the ship.
Of course, this is in line with the combat common sense of most Space Marines in the 41st millennium, but unfortunately it does not conform to the common sense of decoration of the Destiny Steel.
However, you can’t blame the Second Company Commander. After all, no one in this universe would be okay to consider that a Primarch would secretly carry out such a mission on his flagship without any help from the forging world. The situation has been drastically changed.
So.
Before the smoke completely dissipated, Sklar watched closely at the impact point and the multiple sensors with red light all told him a result: this room had just been hit by a round of assault artillery fire. Walls fired by thousands of diamond slugs - virtually intact.
Is this impossible? ! Sklar looked at the analysis results of the wall composition displayed in front of him by the spectrometer in shock: 90% ceramic steel, 9% steel alloy, 0.99% rare earth alloy, and the rest was some unknown composition, and he wanted to further analyze it. At that moment, the apocalypse machine spirit made a frightening roar.
Okay.
Is this road blocked?
Old Wuwei narrowed his eyes.
Does this... mean that I have to go out through the front door?
He thought for a while longer, digging out scenes from the bottom of dusty memories that could serve as a reference, from the battle experience during the Great Crusade to the recent battle to exterminate the Tyranids. No...the more this happens, the more problematic it becomes. If the wall can be blasted open as he expected, he will continue to be highly vigilant about what happens next, but now this completely tells you that this road will not work. There was no follow-up attack on him, but it made the experienced veteran hesitate in a rare move.
He was thinking, in this room where the air smelled of the fragrant metasequoia leaves after artificial rainfall.
The breeze gently blew over his temples. This kind of post-rain weather in the residential area on Terra is not very good. It will make the roads muddy, but it is suitable for people to walk through the dripping low branches of the fir trees after dinner. Went for a walk, then sat down in front of the fireplace with a hot drink of gold cognac.
Sklar took a deep breath. The moist, cold air containing a very small amount of ozone and the distant smell of stewed food made him seem to have returned to his forgotten childhood.
"Little Skraal, that has gold cognac in it, and it's your father's drink. Come, this cup of hot chocolate milk is yours."
But he didn't arrive in the end. The age when you can taste the cup your father drinks.
The recruitment age for Space Marine candidates is usually before the onset of puberty, after the transformation surgery at that time is completed... and everything is pretty much over. Forgotten. They won't feel any regrets either.
But he suddenly remembered his mother whose face he could not remember.
What is her name...?
Before he came to his senses, he found himself sitting on the beautiful cream-white sofa - which he discovered was made of sturdy leather and filled with elastic material. ——And in his hand was a glass of caramel chocolate milk mixed with golden cognac.
The cloudy eyes that have experienced thousands of years of wind and frost looked at the cup in his "hand".
The cup has glass engravings that have been worn by time, a wide round mouth, and a thick bottom, which is exactly what his father liked very much.
Steam is floating above the mouth of the cup.
Want to drink?
He slowly raised the cup to his mouth. Calmly imagine the way the sweet and fragrant chocolate-colored drink in the cup flows down from the surface of Fearless Central's own cold, hard, scarred metal coffin...
Wait a minute.
What does it taste like.
The taste of sweet and malty alcoholic liquid mixed with cream hit his taste buds.
So it tastes like this...
It turns out that it is not as delicious as a young man imagined at his coming-of-age ceremony.
Skraar put the cup down and the boy said goodbye to his parents for the last time.
"So."
He said to himself.
"That's the case, right? Then I think, maybe..."
He tried hard to clear his mind, bent his "arm", touched his back, and then When I felt that I had caught the target, I pulled hard——
“As I thought, the characteristics of this place are somewhat useful.”
He dropped the small external wireless device he had ripped off and dropped it to the ground, then raised his walking foot - or his foot, whatever it was - and crushed it.
Then Sklar made contact, calling for his brave and trustworthy brothers.
Unexpectedly, the communication was neither blocked nor interfered with, and the audio signal quality was unprecedentedly good - of course it was still a little worse than that weird wireless network communication.
Following his understanding of each brother and their loyalty and reliability, Sklar was the first to contact the commander of the seventh company, Naklo Balor.
This company commander, who has inherited the calm traits inherited from Vastigar in the Seventh Company, is not only one of the highest-ranking officers who has followed them to the Iron-Blooded, he is also better than spending time in the infirmary. He felt more at ease as the Ninth Company Captain and the pharmacist brother Olimposius did not send back any information indicating that something was wrong.
"Barol, ***, where are you? Don't use the guest room or dormitory here! Something is wrong with this place! I will send you the coordinates, come to my place to meet, but don't come in immediately!"
Balor's voice came from the opposite side, "What a coincidence, Elder Sklar, we are coming to pick you up." He still sounded as calm and calm as ever, but Sklar, who was familiar with him, felt a surge of emotion in his heart. I had a bad feeling.
“Pick me up?”
“That’s right,” Captain Balor said with a little smile in his voice, “We are going to the officers’ mess. It is said that it will be very unforgettable. experience, and all the cousins suggested that we must take you with us.”
“…”
(End of this chapter)