Chapter 310 Still no Reca Coffee
“Although I have tired of saying the word ‘incredible’ in the past month, I still want to say: ‘incredible.’ Regent Gallus, in this In a short period of time, I have seen that the yields, varieties, and development of new underground aquaponics farms and new residential facilities on all the farms in Tessaguarsa have begun to bear fruit.”
Put by. After quickly browsing through the thick report sent by the logistics department of the Eighth Army, which Markarian was responsible for and whose efficiency and organization had improved by more than 10,000 times, Lamizane looked at the reserved but proud man sitting opposite him. Regent Gallus said with satisfaction.
“This completely depends on the generosity and kindness of you and your noble warriors.” The old man responded sincerely, “Being able to re-establish effective communication channels for various settlements and using your precious The use of aircraft to transport supplies and personnel has greatly inspired everyone on the planet, not to mention that you have also sent those handsome and noble warriors like gods to take off their armor and join our work... The enthusiasm and enthusiasm of the people for work are now The sky is higher than ever before, and everyone is looking forward to a new life in the future."
The old regent devoutly performed an eagle salute in the direction of the sun that the local residents thought, "Emperor bless, May the glory of the throne always keep you and your warriors unscathed and reduce your enemies to dust. ”
"Ahem. Yeah. Yeah." Thinking of those people who were coaxed, coaxed, and threatened by him and Markarian to be sent to various farms and construction sites to be used as smart animals... as human flesh measuring machines, pesticide dispensing scales, soil Analyzers, concrete mixers and other self-propelled small power and professional machinery are used by the Genesis Chapter Astartes. No matter how thick-skinned Lamizane is, he is still a little embarrassed. He selectively I neglected to repeat certain prayers and immediately found myself a new topic.
(*I didn’t expect you to be embarrassed by this kind of thing? I thought you didn’t have such a thing.)
“Ahem, regarding the construction and advance placement of new shelters What's going on? This is very important, Gallus. Most of the people will have to take refuge in these places by then."
"Ah, everyone has been notified." The old man frowned. , "But sir, will there really be aliens coming to attack? I mean, our place... is really too..." He looked for a suitable adjective, "too remote." At the same time, there was a look in his eyes. A hint of exploration was not lost on the Primarch's vision.
(*Ha, this mortal is already suspicious. He will think that you are actually the one who attracted the aliens. You have been helping them for a whole month, but he still starts to doubt you so easily - I have long since It is said that all mortals need to be controlled by fear is enough. It is simple, clear and efficient. It will not leave any room for anyone who disobeys. Only the weak will find ways to use emotion and reason.)
"——You want to say that there is no target or value worth attacking here. Even the empire has not responded to you. Why did the alien come to this place specially? And why did I get this information in advance?" The Eighth Army The Lord picked up the coffee cup that his descendants had made for him - there was still no Reca coffee in it, but some of the drinks from the Coronation tasted a little like the sweetness of some kind of plant saponin mixed with tubers, It can be refreshing, which is better than nothing.
"Yes, sir, I am very ashamed, but if you have any opinions on this, can you let me listen attentively?" Although he shrank because of a certain sentence of the great lord, he also felt The Astartes monks who were guarding him looked dissatisfied at him and exerted terrifying pressure on him, but the old man continued to ask. After all, this not only involves all the mortals on the planet, but also more importantly However, the entire defense plan sounds completely different from those well-prepared agricultural and industrial plans. It is not only messy, but also more like a record of some kind of... nonsense.
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Pharmacist Valier sat at his laboratory table.
Even with his coldness or calmness while watching his limbs being torn apart by demons, he still looked a little solemn at the moment. After all, this is the mission of the original body first - well ——No matter which Primarch it is—Secondly, he has never done such...delicate work before, and finally, this batch of samples is precious, and he only has one chance.
The first sample... No, there is no differentiation, the second... is contaminated, the third is still contaminated... The sixty-sixth one... How did this thing grow like this (beep beep)? Only worthy of being thrown into the incinerator. Seventy-seven... Actually, this is okay, but I feel like the Lord of the Night won't like it. Eighty-eight... Damn it, wasn't this damn thing really licked by Ursus? Get me in the incinerator. Ninety-nine...Okay, success. Eye of Canaan! He carefully held his breath and put the precious living sample back into the force field cover. Then he straightened up and turned around, casually fastened the helmet to the magnetic lock on his waist, and let out a long breath. .
"Huh..."
At this time, he discovered that the experimental slave... assistant assigned to him was standing at the door, that was their new prisoner. , a young man from the third company of the Origin Chapter, his name is Penates. Now this man does not wear armor, but wears ordinary Chapter training clothes, with his slave collar fastened around his neck - he is allowed to a certain extent Prisoners who were able to move around freely had a collar placed around their necks. They were told that this collar was also connected to the gene-seed, life and soul of another Chapter brother - when all three were considered in the scale at the same time as a reason for betrayal. When the time comes, the captives who have already left the collective will become more... cooperative.
But Penates has always been a very smart person, but now he looks stupid. Ogryn was drooling. His eyes, which looked almost silver due to the extremely thin distribution of blue pigment, were staring at Valiel, almost to the point of falling out of their sockets due to extreme surprise and fear. .
"What are you doing here if you don't come in with a new batch of culture medium... stupid...?"
Valier's words stopped for a few breaths, and he suddenly realized one thing: because he followed Midnight The Lords move and live together, but his eyes cannot see as well as theirs in the dark. He has become accustomed to not taking off his helmet to adapt to the darkness, but this new underground laboratory is bright enough...
Former Claw of the Star, former Red Pirate, and current Night Lord Apothecary, "Skinned" Valiel's silver eyes looked back coldly at the first establishment established by the Ultramarines in the second founding of the Army. Sub-chapter, the Penates of the Glorious Origins Chapter.
Although their appearance is not exactly the same.
But the genetic signature of the same ancient gift is clearly expressed in every face of the two Astartes facing each other.
The air temperature around them dropped rapidly.
Valier frowned, cursed in a low voice, and rushed towards Penates, who started to kneel on the ground in pain, holding his head.
(End of this chapter)