"Wait......" Greyhunter shouted slurred as he sipped his wine as he poked his head out of the hatch from another room, "how can something as important as a genetic seed be handed over to the Inquisitioners?" ”

Genetic seeds? That blood-soaked mess is actually a genetic seed? This is the first time I've seen the real thing with my own eyes, and I thought it was similar to a plant seed, but I didn't expect it to be so big. And Ashwarya was able to dig them out of the corpses of her enemies with such accuracy, and I was so unheard of by comparison.

When fighting with Space Marines, I have seen them recover the remains of their companions at any cost, even if it is to discard valuable heavy weapons, abandon missions, or even sacrifice themselves, not only because of the friendship between the warbands, but also because of the genetic seeds on the corpses. Genetic seeds are regarded by Space Marines as the carrier of blood inheritance, and they are indispensable for the creation of new Space Marines, and they have supreme value.

Once the Space Marines fall, their genetic seeds are also considered to be contaminated, and they cannot be used at all, but can only be purified. Generally speaking, the correct way to dispose of it is to burn it together with the body, and there is no need to dig it up. Ashwarya's actions, if not superfluous, must have had a profound meaning......

Fangs also squeezed out of the narrow hatch, "Genetic seeds? Enemy's? Where is it? ”

"You're so old that you're just dazzled, don't you even have a nose?"

"No, I just found out that the room belongs to this lieutenant colonel. Oh, it's connected to the female captain's room. As a defense force, it looks really powerful to be able to get a naval officer so quickly. ”

"It's not a big deal to get the navy, the people who got our Fenris are really amazing."

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Why do these two people become messy as soon as they appear? Also, when I left, I remember asking Ah Da to weld the holes in the wall!

Well, that thin layer of iron can't even stop me, and it's no different from paper paste in front of a wild wolf.

The genetic seeds of the nuns, the wolves, the degenerates, these things put together give me an intuitive sense of danger, and it is the kind of danger that I must never set foot in. So I made up my mind to stay away from this danger, and under the pretext of going back to my room to see if I had been disturbed by the enemy, I squeezed between the two wild wolves, and for a moment I stayed away from the right and wrong in the hallway.

My room was simple, with no weapons or wine to store or use for fortifications, and neither the enemy nor the wolves were interested in it. But my luggage is still here - and while I could have crammed them into the space, it's a bit unusual to travel long distances without some luggage. Open the suitcase, take out a set of clean clothes, replace the blood-stained one, and put on the carapace armor again. Since the wild wolves are here, I naturally don't need to wear them very conspicuously. Remove the damaged communicator, take out the spare one and put it on -- this is a complete set of machine soul system specially made for us by Ah Da, which can not only communicate, but also integrate electronic maps, individual radars, friend or foe identification and response devices, auxiliary aiming devices, night vision sensors, combat effectiveness evaluation devices, translation machines, and other messy and useful functions, which are comparable to the machine soul system in the helmet of the star marines. It's not much bigger than a simple communicator.,It can be hung on the waist or shoulder like a grenade.,The ear and monocular display are also integrated into the helmet of the carapace armor.,It doesn't add too much inconvenience to carry.,It's just that I feel it's too delicate and delicate.,Covering one eye makes the vision also very affected.,So I usually choose a communicator that belongs to the public in the defense forces.。

Packing the dirty laundry and the broken communicator into my suitcase, and stuffing my suitcase into the space, I went back to the wolf and the nun. They seemed to have had a big fight just now, and I could even see from behind me that Tooth had picked up the heavy explosive machine gun that he was carrying at his waist, but I don't know if it was the emperor's protection, and the little nun actually escaped after angering the wolf.

"Lieutenant Colonel, can you get in touch with another ship?" Greyhunter asked me back.

I've been activating the communicator and debugging it for a long time, and I think the frequency band should be the heretic redemption number, but all I hear is a murmur. This is a very common occurrence for individual communicators, either at too long distances or in interference, both of which are likely to occur. The former may be due to the unwitting distance between the two ships, and the latter may be the enemy's work - it is a normal tactic to release interference and disrupt the enemy's command.

"Now that we've recaptured the bridge, we might as well try the communications over there." I mentioned yì. If Sylvia and the others were still in control of the bridge, it would be easy to get in touch. The communication strength of the battleship class is the same level as the firepower of the ship's guns, and it is not so easy to be interfered with.

In a short period of time, the corridor where the corpses were floating everywhere had been basically cleaned, leaving only specks of blood. Some industrious mechanical servants are repairing broken pipes, and the lights are restored, but the artificial gravity is still out of order. I floated behind the wolf, not carrying an air cylinder, and had to climb the handrails on both sides of the hallway. Ashwarya followed me, her makeshift mechanical servants did not, and the tin pot containing the tainted genetic seeds had been taken by Fangs for temporary safekeeping. I made up my mind that when I returned to the heretical redemption, I would immediately kick the little nun away and let her go back to her own team, so that she would not be in trouble again, and she would not even dare to use her psionic powers.

The power in the bridge had been restored, the consoles seemed to be functioning properly, and Captain Vane was standing in front of the steering wheel ready to sail. Feeling the tremors beneath his feet, the Melvid Picker seemed to be back in action. The enemy's beacon in the center of the room was also plugged in, but it didn't seem to be powered on yet, and there were already more than twenty heavily armed crew members standing guard against the enemy.

At the command of the Rune Priest, the mechanical priest activated the device.

"Excuse me, can the people of your regiment track the signal of this beacon and transmit it here?" Captain Vane asked expectantly.

Velheim shook his head, "I'm sorry, but we space wolves generally hate subspace, and teleporters aren't in our gear sequence. Only priests like me and specially trained warriors can try to cross the stormy ocean. But our warship is nearby, and it should be there soon. ”

I waited in silence for a moment, and the enemy showed no signs of teleporting this way, and I felt that their reserves were not very sufficient - they were teleporting the heretics just now.

Suddenly, the helmet on Grey Hunter's waist rang out, and his voice was hoarse and full of madness, obviously like someone from Chaos, "Omega team, how is the battle, why are you asking for help again?" ”

Greyhunter put his helmet to his mouth and replied with a roar, "Your Omega team is already finished, Lao Tzu is a space wolf, shouting at you to come over and die!" ”

Fangs threw away the jar he was holding, and knocked on the door of Gray Hunter's head with a fist, "If you want to die, don't pull my brother along!" ”

Then, the voice from the helmet communicator came from the other side, "Okay, I'm here." ”

Suddenly, I felt the sky spin and the ship vibrated violently. Captain Vane shouted: "Everyone is ready to ram, the enemy ships are aiming at us!" ”

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After dropping the festival for a long time, I picked it up a little in front of me.

The previous tip finally got me into the bank, and I was in my early 300s in three months, which should be said to be exciting or disappointing. The salary for December is 3,500.

Thank you for your unwavering support, even when I am changing weekly, I still recommend rewarding constantly. I said that this was only a transitional phase of heresy, and that there would be no eunuchs.

For the first three months, I was in order to catch up with the manuscript, but I even hung the panda people aside.

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