Chapter 292 Poor memory but good prediction
The cruiser of the third company of the Origin Chapter is wandering tens of thousands of kilometers away from the Cursed Echo, like a patient little carnivore. Although it is small, it treats Prey is cunning and methodical.
Her captain is Sergeant Aeneas. He is the highest officer in their company who is assigned to lead the remaining squad as a stay. He also commands everyone on this cruiser. According to Aeneas The Statute's regulations and tactical arrangements for such situations are meticulous.
So far, all battle situations have developed according to a certain situation described in the Holy Scriptures - most of them.
“Have you not been able to contact them yet?”
"The distance between us is really too far, Lord Aeneas." The Lord of Communication replied.
"Where is the periodic life sign signal? The Lord of the apocalypse."
"Lord Ptolemion's signal transmitter is still working normally at the usual power. Sir, other people's The signal is not very clear, but based on judgment, it may still be there. "
This is a bit strange. Although those traitorous scum are easily defeated one by one, they are usually not so lax. After all, they are attacking. Not some hedonistic warband of the Emperor's Children, but the descendants of the Midnight Haunters, evil and shadowy beasts whose claws are foul-smelling but razor-sharp.
“How is the subsequent organization of the gang jumping team?”
"The two jumping torpedoes have been fully loaded and ready to be launched at any time, my lord."
"What is the status of the void shield?"
"All generator sets are working normally."
< br>"Where are the light spears and other weapons?"
"You can enter the final charging stage at any time, my lord."
It can't be launched yet, Aeneas thought, Ptolemion and the others may still be alive, and even optimistically, since the Origin Chapter can be said to have completely mastered the initiative of the ambush this time, their champion brothers may have already After finishing the mopping up of their squad, they were soon able to seize the bridge deck of the ancient traitor warship and send them a victory transmission.
He thought for another moment, during which the beacon signal on the Ptolemion armor was received again, indicating that it and its owner's data were still operating normally.
“After the twenty countdown, launch the jumping torpedo towards the target.”
Aeneas said.
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"Dear Lord of the Night."
After the assigned work at hand came to an end, the first person to speak was Bishop Dietrian, who was currently theoretically working for the "Prophet" Talos.
As a former member of the researchers on Mars, most of Bishop Dietrian's body has been gradually replaced by almost perfect structures composed of metal and machinery over the past many years. , he has always been proud of this, and out of simple, objective, and absolutely rational ideas, he believes that letting them be affected by subspace is absolutely harmful to maintaining their appearance and working condition.
So that's why he still proudly wears the robe of the Om Messiah, as rust-red as the Martian soil, wherever he is, and can rely on his abilities in any bad environment (Not because he also brought a small boat of his own, a group of assistants and a large fleet of heavily armed servitors and drones) to win a precious clean and peaceful working environment.
The pale giant who heard him spoke made a meaningless monosyllable from his throat that resembled a casual inquiry.
"Ummm?"
He took the opportunity to pull hard on the cable that was used as a makeshift belt around the waist of his red robe. Dietrian was extremely heartbroken to see several new wrinkles appear on his " On the red robe "requisitioned", the robe that had been carefully ironed and flat began to become a little wrinkled - now he is wearing his spare robe, which is not as suitable as the original one. His assistant, named Because the priest of "Absolute Clearance" cleverly ran back to get it for him, Dietrian decided that he could add an additional 120 minutes of extra-patient survival time to this assistant who had been repeatedly testing the bottom line of his patience.
"My lord," the Exarch chose his words carefully. Although he had cooperated with the Legion for centuries, after witnessing many events, whether the sacred alliance between Mars and the Legion Astartes was Dietrian is not so sure whether the His Highness who has been recorded as dead will be affirmed and executed, and the extent to which he will be executed. "I want to know why we are doing this?"
His slender mechanical fingers lifted up and pointed at the things that had been temporarily stuffed into his workshop. The quantity and completeness were so beautiful that he was amazed. Dizzy power armor - how many usable parts and spare parts can be modified from these! Maybe he can also secretly get some and exchange them for precious resources that have been out of stock for a long time when he has the opportunity. Their original owners have been dragged out and locked into the lower-level slave cells or vacant interrogation rooms, and the beautiful and ancient set of armor in front of them is the precious treasure that originally belonged to the champion Ptolemion of the Origin Chapter. , now it is filled with probes and cables, used to deceive the machine spirit inside and make the beacon send out an error message that everything is fine.
"Otherwise, what do you want to do?" His Highness Conrad Coates asked in his poetic voice.
O Fire of Mars, he even sounds almost interesting and rational. The Mechanical Bishop thought, "I have detected the problem with the void shield before and temporarily restored it, but it is still on the verge of overload and may fall at any time. I think we should give priority to going to the site to check and repair the external transmission tower. If With your permission, I would like a team of Astartes escorts to board the exterior of the ship with me for repairs."
"Oh, I have an impression, please wait a moment."
(*Your memory is really bad, I have shown you at least twice how he repaired it and the scene during the repair. How come you have such a brain?)
"Your memory Has it always been good? Come on, show me.”
(*...My memory is very good! This is the last time I will show it to you!)
"In the end, you couldn't even figure out the life and death of Sevatar - wasn't it because you couldn't remember it before? "A good memory is not as good as a bad pen." Lamizane, who was talking to himself in the void, suddenly turned his head, and all the cameras on the mechanical bishop's metal face shook together, "Do you have a pen and paper?"
Dietrian looked at the other party blankly. His brain chip quickly searched the database for the meaning and metaphor of "paper and pen" in the cultural vocabulary of the one hundred and seventy-six civilized worlds he knew. Until the person in front of him noticed the mapping data pad on the side of his belt.
“This will work too!”
The mechanical bishop’s waist was empty, and the data pad was already in the opponent’s hands.
"Your Highness, please wait a moment, the one who needs my personal secret..."
The Mechanical Bishop's loudspeaker suddenly disconnected, and he was shocked to feel all the machines in the data board and the code box. Both the soul and the code cheered to welcome each other's review.
“Ah, okay, that’s it, I’ve remembered it, here it is.”
(*If you gave it to him, I won’t show it to you next time. You are the best this time. So I can remember them better. )
"Don't you remember that? You just said, 'My memory is very good'. Why, you don't?"
(*...(some kind of angry hissing threats and curses))
When Dietrian began to carefully read the contents of the data pad, he found that it contained information about the repairs he had planned to do next. All the extent of damage to the three external transmission towers, the specific circumstances, the countermeasures and materials required, the details and the familiarity with the use of materials and heavy engineering servitors are as if...
It is as if... Di Trian made the same decision based on the situation after arriving at the scene.
This even specifies which servitors are needed to handle which transmission tower.
But before this, it was impossible for the King of Night to know all the servitor numbers in the maintenance engineering team of a mechanical bishop.
This is crazy and illogical.
It was not that the mechanical bishop who had never seen those powerful wizards and the most famous prophets began to fall into a clicking calculation.
It is impossible for anyone to completely and accurately detail a predicted event to such an extent.
This is the same as someone telling you that 1+1 can always, only and absolutely equal 2.
"How about it." Seeing Dietrian who had fallen silent, Lamizane asked again, "Is this enough for you to send them to deal with? I also need you to do another one for me here. thing.”
"That's enough." After recovering from the impact of the data stream, Dietrian recalled the ancient etiquette and bowed deeply to the person in front of him, "But at your command, Your Highness."
"Great, then I need you now..."
(End of this chapter)