Armed with a pistol, I was about to open the door to the cabin, but my hand stopped. I habitually let out my senses to probe before opening the door, and I noticed that something was wrong.

There were several crew members standing in the hallway, weapons in their hands, and even a Sentinel mech equipped with weapons and thrusters floating around.

Martial law? Is there a combat situation?

But shouldn't the captain stay on the bridge at this time?

Mutiny? Rebellion? Two extremely strange and terrifying words come to mind.

It seems that only in this situation can the young captain be so angry that he throws things in the cabin alone.

I probably won't be able to get out, and since the soldiers outside the door even dare to lock up their captains, they won't give me a good look. Of course, if I actually start fighting, I naturally don't care about the crew of the transport ship who probably haven't seen blood in their lives, but even if I have the ability to kill them all, I can't drive the ship home myself, can I?

The army is relatively easy to deal with in the event of a rebellion, and although violence does not solve the problem, it can at least solve the problem of the people who caused it. Right now, this is on a ship, even if the lives of the crew are not valuable, the ship is almost irreplaceable to the Empire, and it is an incomparable valuable. There is a high Gothic proverb that says that if you fight a mouse, you are afraid of breaking the jars.

Even this tattered transport ship is much more valuable than me, the so-called Great Psyker. Of course, the above is not my own opinion, but from the perspective of the Empire, my opinion is insignificant.

I'm a layman in the navy, so I'd better ask the insider next door.

Naturally, it was not easy to pass through the corridor, but fortunately, there was only a thin layer of iron between the two cabins, how could I stop an Imperial first-level battle warlock like me. I can easily tear down even a reinforced concrete fortress, and a mere layer of iron can't show my strength at all!

I drew my power sword, activated the energy field, pierced the wall with a sword, and then dragged it to cut a hole in the wall that was large enough for people to pass through guò.

The woman was startled by the sudden change, and she immediately raised her sword and pointed it this way, and then she recognized my identity, and lowered her sword as if she had some regret, and shook the half bottle of wine in her hand at me with her other hand, "Long time no see, Mr. Lieutenant Colonel." Let's have a bottle together? Take it yourself in the closet. ”

Wow! It's beautiful......

The first time I looked at the past, I was stunned.

I have been through the war for more than ten years, and I have fought in dozens of worlds, which can be regarded as well-informed, and there are many personal belongings that I have secretly hidden from the quartermaster, but when I see the sword in her hand clearly, I still have a strong desire to possess it in my heart.

That's a master-level power sword, I've seen a lot of swords of this level, but in whose hands? The Grand Master of the Space Marines and the Curator of the Think Tank! The Great General of the Defense Army and the Commander of the Army Group! The Great Mama of the Battle Nun! Grand Adjudicator of the Judgment Hall! All of them are the kind of people I have to look up to! As for myself, I submitted a full twelve applications to the above for a Seiko-grade power sword last year, but I have not been heard from at all, and they have only sent me a laser pistol. I want a man from a wild world to use that kind of girl toy? The one I am holding in my hand now is still an ordinary power sword that I picked up from a fallen non-commissioned officer on the battlefield, and I am a dignified lieutenant colonel with a non-commissioned officer weapon and a shame on it!

Why is the Imperial Navy so rich? Even a small major can be equipped with such an anti-heaven weapon? And what are their generals? The Emperor's Golden Sword?

Looking at her master weapon that can blind my dog eyes with a shining energy force field, and then looking down at my dim ordinary goods who can barely see the glow, I can't help but sigh, the defense force really can't compare with the navy, and it completely loses in terms .........of caliber.

At that moment, I had already made up my mind, no matter how this matter ended, I must get my hands on the sword in her hand, and it must be obtained reasonably and legally. With that thing, I don't need to risk casting a spell to cast a powerful psionic energy when I encounter a target at the main battle tank level, and I can just go up and split it with a sword. As for the one in my hand, it was too dull to use it to cut the carapace armor, so I had to change weapons when I encountered the power armor.

Fear is the master of killing, the bitter is so strong that he controls the tricks, Nurgle has the plague, and the realm of Sharis is pleasure. Thanks to the Emperor, greed, although obviously also a negative one, does not belong to any of the four evil gods, and it seems unlikely that there is a danger of leading to degeneration - not to mention, I am not completely selfish now, that sword is obviously a waste in her hands, and it is the responsibility of every officer to let the property of the empire be used in a reasonable place!

The next moment, I gathered my thoughts, made the most dignified military appearance, and raised my hand to salute, "Imperial Defense Force, Chief of Staff of the 251st Regiment of Kadian, Lieutenant Colonel Ilshan." ”

Even if she was half-drunk, the major's military nature, which was engraved in her bones, still made her react appropriately. She quickly put the wine bottle on the table, and seeing that it was a little too late to put the sword into the sheath, she put it in front of her and made a sword salute, "Imperial Navy, Melved Sector Defense Fleet Transport Fleet, Captain Melvid Picker, Major Sylvia." ”

"The way you are now, you are not worthy of a sword, let alone a military salute!" Relying on the double advantage of rank and age, I reprimanded her in the harshest tone as soon as she came up.

The scathing accusation made her stunned and cringe for a moment, and then she put away her military posture and returned to her drunken demeanor, "Mr. Colonel, there is a rebellion in my ship, and I ask you, as the captain, to assist me in quelling the rebellion. ”

Is it really the strictest case? I was taken aback by her words. In addition, even if the navy is a head higher than the defense force everywhere, but the major must have a courtesy respect when he sees the lieutenant colonel, what are you calling me a small soldier? "Watch your attitude, Major. You don't have the right to make any demands on me. ”

"In the name of the glorious Empire, until the Admiralty dismisses me from my duties, I will always be the captain of this ship, the supreme lord here, and you are the cargo of my ship, and I have the right to use any cargo on board when necessary, and I also have the right to call you up to serve me!" Her attitude and wording were surprisingly tough.

She deliberately used the wrong word, captain and captain, and the difference between the words brought a world of difference. It's like the head of the Space Marine and the head of the Defense Army, the former can recruit soldiers independently, each soldier is a carefully selected super soldier, most of them have their own foundries, have their own warships, and the Empire can go wherever it wants, fight whoever it wants, and the latter ...... Hehe, in fact, I am only half a step away from becoming a regimental leader, if it weren't for the restrictions of this psionic identity.

I didn't speak, staring at her silently. More than a dozen years of killing and countless killing records have given me a condensed and substantial formidable power, and even without using any psionic powers, I can force an aged veteran to bow his head in front of me with my gaze.

It is obvious that the young major captain's tough attitude is basically pretending to be hard-headed. She hadn't been the captain of the ship for long, she was far from establishing the absolute authority between life and death, and she had little to do in the face of me, who didn't know the details, except to pretend to be tough. I could see the fear in her heart, she had sensed my strength, and I couldn't imagine how I would react when I was provoked.

But she gritted her teeth and persevered, holding on to that little hope - if I could convince the powerful lieutenant colonel in front of me, my plan would succeed......

Think about it every day: Hope is the illusion of the weak.

I have seen many such young people, impulsive, driven, more or less capable, or think they have some ability, think that they can control a qiē, that others must do what they want...... You almost think you're the emperor, don't you?!

There's a low Gothic proverb that says it? Pattern, Tucson broken!