"Also, about the original cast Space Marine."

Before the end of the communication, Killiman suddenly remembered something particularly important.

It's no secret that the original cast space marines are still here, but Killiman hasn't sent the original cast star marines to the various warbands because he can't find any good reason for them for the time being.

Kaul had said one thing, and that was that the Lord of Tyrone asked him to help upgrade the original forge for the Weeping Warband, so Kiriman felt that Qin Mo should know which warband needed and was willing to accept the original cast Star Marine.

Qin Mo has the ability to predict the future.

Kiriman was in dire need of his advice.

"My advice is, communicate more." Qin Mo spread his hands and said, "Most of the warbands think that the original cast space marines are colorful extreme warriors, so you have to talk to them more and talk about the defects of the gene seeds and everything, otherwise they are unlikely to accept the original cast star marines." ”

"I think the hardest thing to do is the space wolf." Kiliman said.

"That's right." Qin Mo agreed, "Do you know what will happen if you go and send the original cast space warrior to the space wolf?" You will kneel down for Logan and beg him, but Logan will not give you face, and even when they know that you are going over, they will start discussing whether to kill you or not. ”

Hearing this, Kiliman laughed at first, thinking that it was unlikely, but after thinking about it carefully and reasoning step by step, he felt as if he really knew what Qin Mo said.

The original body kneels down to Logan.

It seemed incredible, but Killiman felt that if he was forced to do that, he would have to kneel.

Otherwise, let the original space wolves created by Kaul stay where they are cool?

"Ruth's heir really doesn't give me face." Killiman let out a long sigh, feeling helpless.

Qin Mo pursed his lips, not surprised.

The difference between the Space Marines is not a difference in culture or tradition, but a difference in the genes of the population.

For Space Marines, being sent by a seemingly ambitious genetic prototype is just a no-brainer, and in their eyes, any Dark Angel or Space Wolf is just, colorful Ultramarine.

"Isn't Ryan in Terra?" Qin Mo suddenly remembered something, "Let Ryan send the original cast space marine, let him go and deal with the most difficult space wolf first." ”

Killiman shook his head without even thinking about it: "Ryan? Forget it. I've got enough to deal with, and I really don't want to deal with Ryan fighting the Space Wolves. ”

"Ryan has changed." Qin Mo pointed to his head, "Brother Primordial is now a man of great wisdom, although he used to be just a barbarian pretending to be a civilized person, but now he is not. ”

Hearing this, Kiliman thought about it carefully and felt that it was the same.

Ryan has indeed changed now.

However, there is another problem, the Dark Angel also needs to supplement the original cast Space Marine, what if Ryan also thinks that the original Cast Dark Angel is a blackened Ultramarine?

What if Ryan went to the Space Wolf and came to an agreement with Logan to oppose the original cast Space Marine?

Killiman shared this concern with Qin Mo.

"Ryan hasn't been in contact with his children?" Qin Mo asked a seemingly unrelated question.

"No, I guess he's hesitating about something, although he doesn't seem to care on the surface, but I can feel that he's hesitating." Kiliman said.

"Then Ryan should be more than happy to accept the original casting." Qin Mo said thoughtfully.

Killiman pondered for a moment, and finally made a decision: "I'll contact Ryan first and ask him to see his own original cast starmarine, if he chooses to accept it, then let him take the original cast space wolf to deal with the most difficult Ruth heirs, if not, then I have to find a way to make him accept, but that must be after this war is over." ”

Qin Mo nodded: "I'm still a little anxious, so I'll hang up first." ”

End of communication.

Killiman leaned back in his chair and thought about Qin Mo's affairs for a moment.

"Huh."

"Ryan is incorrigible."

……

Espendo.

A world that was once synonymous with tranquility and serenity has now become the fiercest battleground.

On the plains covered with rancid mud, five hundred world auxiliaries prepare to defend themselves against the next wave of enemies in the trenches they have dug out.

It turns out that the Five Hundred Worlds run by Kiriman have always been the backbone of the Human Empire, whether it is the combat power of the mortal army or the logistics supply, the Five Hundred Worlds are the best except for Tyrone.

Individual protective equipment produced in the industrial world was distributed to every soldier, and the Four Heroes and the Space Marine Administrators would rather have their troops pulled back than mortal soldiers fighting while breathing foul air.

The infantryman, named Valens, remained in a trench at the very front of the entire position.

He and his good brother sat in a pile of mud mixed with excrement, took out the food sealed in the tin box, and inserted a straw from the gas mask into the tin box.

Then, when the cleverly designed straw is inserted into the tin box, the sealing structure in the straw automatically opens so that the soldier can suck the food inside.

"Valens, what are you licking?"

The soldier named Bulles held the tin box, his eyes under the lenses of his mask casting a puzzled look at his best brother.

Bulus saw that under Valens's mask, a tongue peeked out from behind the lenses of his eyes from time to time, as if he was licking something vigorously.

"I'm looking for a straw." Valence continued to search with his tongue, but luckily he found it, and rolled the straw with his tongue and put it in his mouth, "That cannonball blew up the straw in my mask in the middle of the night." ”

Bulles sighed helplessly, leaned against the metal plate beside Valens, and continued to suck the food in the tin box.

"Hurry up and eat!"

"With two minutes to go and seven hours, we don't have much time to eat."

While all the soldiers in the trenches were smoking their lunches, the masked officers walked into the trenches, followed by the guards.

Valence shrugged off the officer's words, knowing that the officer was a nobleman who could go straight into a sealed cabin and take off his mask to eat, instead of sitting in a trench like a big-headed soldier, smacked by shrapnel from the sludge, sucking on the food in the tin box.

O God Emperor.

Valence sighed to himself, he felt like he was running out of oxygen from the action of sucking hard.

Ding Ding!

The alarm bells in the trenches were suddenly sounded.

All the soldiers, including Valence and Bulles, subconsciously threw away the iron box, picked up the laser rifle and lay on the firing position, waiting with bated breath.

The alarm bell just now is a seven-hour alarm bell.

Because on the battlefield of Espendo, after the enemy's offensive was broken down, the offensive began again every seven hours.

In seven hours, the plague warriors, the plague walking corpses, and the strange monsters will emerge from the dense forest at the front of the position.

(End of chapter)