The darkness and silence in the cabin had been going on for a long time. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info I sat on the bed, completely out of the mood to continue sleeping. From time to time, there is a chill seeping into my body, if it is in the heat of battle, this coolness is undoubtedly a rare enjoyment, but now it seems to be a little too cold, and even my knees, which have been suffering from the harsh environment, are faintly painful. However, the temperature was not low enough to be called cold enough to get into my sleeping bag, so I pulled the sleeping bag over my lap and continued my daze.

The heat from the hug Adrie had given me before he left seemed to be still there, but I couldn't help but feel a chill chill at the heart of him when I thought of his words.

It is estimated that no mortal can maintain a good mood after offending an Inquisitor, even if he is unmatched in combat power, has another Inquisitor by his side, and even has the most powerful Star Marine legion as an ally. The pressure of being remembered by an inquisitor is not something ordinary people can bear. And all this was my own choice - I had always been used to being a military man who followed the rules, and I always made it my duty to obey orders, even if it had happened, I couldn't believe that I could make such a crazy and reckless decision.

It seems that not so long ago, someone reminded me that it is a lifetime thing to be on the wrong line...... Could it be that yesterday was a decision made after getting drunk?

I tapped my head, a little curious about why I was suffering so much now, this was not like my usual personality. I've been in a desperate situation on the battlefield where there seems to be no way out, disoriented, besieged, and cut off, but I've always been able to hold out until reinforcements arrive, or tear the encirclement and walk away. I am the best soldier and the strongest warrior, and I will never be afraid of any threat that lies before me. Maybe there might be some retaliation at some point in the future, but since it hasn't happened yet, there's nothing to worry about, and if it does, it's even less to worry about.

Very well, that's the mentality of a warrior. After adjusting my mind, my breathing and heartbeat became smoother, and I felt like I could continue to sleep again.

However, officers are destined to be very busy, and there are few opportunities to hide and sleep comfortably, especially when everyone else is busy. What's more, there's a lot of finishing work to be done after just finishing a campaign.

Not long after I closed my eyes, I heard a sound of information coming from the helmet on the table. Beckoning the helmet to fly over, put it on, and find that it was an order to summon everyone to the infirmary for a medical examination.

This military order is very substandard, and even the signatory is not indicated, and the person who sent it is only one person. If it is in wartime, this can be directly classified as negligible spam. But now there is no other task, and there is no need to go and see it.

Medical examinations are a common thing in the military, especially after the battle is over and after withdrawing from the battlefield, the medical examination is a necessary procedure. Although the ecosphere of each human colony is based on the prototype of Divine Terra, and all the protists on its planet that are harmful to human health have long been extinct when our ancestors modified the planetary environment, after tens of thousands of years of self-evolution, no one knows what new tricks have evolved, which makes the army often face serious problems of adaptation when fighting in different places - sometimes the environment itself poses a threat even higher than the enemy's swords and guns - one of the greatest military commanders of mankind, Marshal Macarius, the Sun Lord who conquered a thousand worlds, eventually fell to disease. Even if you can temporarily overcome the threat of the environment, there are still some bacteria and viruses lurking on your body that are likely to bring disaster, so a comprehensive medical examination after the battle is very necessary.

But here is another situation, this is space warfare, can the spacecraft evolve a unique ecosystem on its own? It would have been a few thousand years since the ship we were on was said to have been built less than a hundred years ago...... Maybe it's just the principle of being careful.

When I walked out of the room, the hallway was still empty and there was no one there, and I couldn't ask for directions. Although I passed by the medical room during the battle yesterday, the path on this ship is too complicated after all, and it is still a multi-layered three-dimensional structure, which is really difficult for the Imperial Defense soldiers who are used to fighting in a flat environment to build a map in their heads. I did the math and found that if I wanted to find it without making a mistake, I would need to walk four kilometers back to the hangar at the bow of the ship before I could find the path I had taken during yesterday's battle.

And I remember that the infirmary was almost destroyed during the battle, so it can't be repaired overnight, okay?

I was trying to contact someone to ask for directions, and I received another order, this time it was much more normal, signed by Captain Gremion, and the content was that the order just now was invalid, everyone stayed in place, and there was work to be done to continue the previous work.

The captain's position is supreme, and this order naturally has a higher priority. I wonder who sent the first order, after all, there are very few people who can master the internal communication system of the battleship, and besides, the main leadership of this ship has not yet been established, except for the captain who has already been decided, and the only person who can send such an order is the technician - not the iron priest Erdien of the wolf, right?

I turned back to the captain's quarters, lay back into bed, and went back to sleep, and then a third order, again from Sylvia, ordered the maintenance workers to continue their work, and the rest of the personnel to go to the infirmary for a medical examination.

Well, I've had a lot of strange situations in the army, and the chaos isn't so outrageous right now. I calmly got up and carried out the order.

On the way, I quickly sorted out the ins and outs, nothing more than an order from a reckless technician who did not understand the norms of military orders, and then Sylvia interrupted the order, and then issued a more standardized order.

I opened the electronic map and observed the route structure inside the battleship. This is not all the routes inside the battleship, but a summary of the routes that have been discovered during yesterday's battle, and there are many temporary passages formed by blasting through walls and floors, many marked in red, indicating that it is dangerous terrain, and there may be pitfalls such as high temperatures, low temperatures, vacuums, or gravity disorders, or that could have been passable but were blocked in later repairs. There are also large unexplored black areas, which are not strategically located, and we do not have enough manpower to explore them all, and there may be some hidden enemies there.

And the medical pod that I fought in yesterday, along with the large area around it, is painted red. It had been pierced by spears of light, and the air had long since leaked out. Repairing the hull of the battleship is a very huge undertaking for our existing manpower, so we can only cut off the passage to there for now, lest the vacuum spread.

Where do you go now? ――――――――――――――――――――――――Ah, it's been a month, I've been writing a chapter for more than two years, and I've written two hundred chapters. As the old saying goes, the story has just begun......