"You've been asleep for 10,000 years, like Ryan?"

"Why else are you full of gray hair?"

Killiman's clone calls over a communication channel to someone who can actually see the past by touching objects, then walks over to his desk and asks softly about his own body.

"Because I'm so tired." Kiliman looked up, "Can you imagine, I've been back in time for two or three generations, but I haven't cleaned up the mess yet. ”

The clone had already guessed where Killiman's gray hair might have come from, but he wanted to ask anyway.

I want to know how miserable the main body is.

Maybe it's because the clone has a higher empathy for the body, or maybe it's because he can't stand it anymore, but the clone walks up to the body and lifts all the parchment piled up on his legs and puts it on the table.

"Thank you, but I don't have time for these things just yet."

Killiman thanked his clone, assuming that the Thunder Warrior was just trying to help him move the pending business from his lap to the table.

As for helping yourself with your own affairs...... Kiliman didn't mind, after all, these matters were backlogged for a long time, they were not very important and secret, but someone needed to handle them and be able to take responsibility for handling them in the name of the regent.

But the problem is that the new Thunder Warriors were formerly civilians in the Tyrone sector, and these messes of the Empire will immediately allow them to deal with hundreds of battle situations at high speeds with brain overheating and phantom pain, and then they will complain and leave.

But to Kiliman's surprise, the "New Thunder Warrior" in front of him was standing at his desk and assisting him in handling the mountain of affairs.

Just like himself.

At the same time, deal with many old things written on parchment that need to be judged.

"Don't you feel a headache?" Killiman also continued to deal with his own affairs, while still having the energy to chat, "I thought you would feel that there was no need or point to deal with these old things at all, and they should have been left to rot in the corners. ”

Hearing the ontology's question, the clone replied, "If there really is no point in dealing with these things, then you won't waste time on them." You've gone back two or three generations, but that time is nothing, you need to judge the past, you need to get the rewards and glory of those who deserve them their due, you need to adapt the current empire to the presence of a regent. ”

"You're so wise!" Kiriman was surprised.

"Of course." The clone nodded.

The two of them chatted and dealt with things at the same time.

For some reason, Killiman felt an inexplicable closeness and trust in the warrior.

It's as if he's another self.

When the two talked about the Five Hundred Worlds of Otrama, Kiriman noticed that the new Thunder Warrior beside him was exceptionally knowledgeable, and he actually knew the Five Hundred Worlds well.

He even knew what was on the Maculag.

Even the state of Maculag 10,000 years ago is known.

However, what made Killiman feel a little fly in the ointment was that there were some mistakes in the details of the story told by the new Thunder warrior next to him, who was very compatible with him.

For example, the "New Thunder Warrior" believes that some of the Ultramarines wear red helmets, and the source of the red helmets is an elite warrior who once died honorably in the Great Expedition, and that elite warrior likes to wear red helmets, and later Ultramarines let the warriors who have made meritorious achievements wear red helmets in order to commemorate him.

And Killiman will patiently correct the mistakes in the words of the "New Thunder Warrior", telling him that this is not the origin of the Red Helmet.

At the time of the Horus Rebellion, a warrior warned his brothers and superiors that the other primordials might rebel, and the man was seen as a suspicious scumbag of friendly forces, so he painted his helmet red in shame as a sign of shame.

But then it turned out that indeed the warrior's warning was true, and so the Red Helmet went from humiliation to glory.

Hearing the errata of the main body, a smile appeared on the face of the clone hidden under the helmet, and then said in a very serious tone that he had been taught, thank you.

"Why are you so familiar with Maculag, friend?" Kiriman asked with a smile.

"Because I was a learned Tyrone before I became a super soldier." The clone's face was hidden under the helmet, but there was a smile in his tone, "I've also spoken to the scholars of Maculag many times. ”

"A learned man, not just a fighter who becomes a super soldier." Kiriman smiled and nodded, "Not being prejudiced, not believing that a scholar cannot be a qualified warrior is one of the many virtues of your leader. ”

With that, the two Kiliman continued to take care of their business.

Until both of them raised their heads at the same time.

"Don't tell people you're helping me with things."

"Don't tell people that I'll take care of things for you."

The two spoke in unison.

"If only you understood."

"If only you understood."

The two spoke in unison again.

The atmosphere was suddenly a little awkward.

In the end, Kiliman broke the embarrassment with a hearty laugh: "Hahahaha! Looks like we're in good hands! ”

"Of course." The clone nodded.

Kiriman nodded as well, and then continued to work hard.

After another moment, Clone Killiman suddenly heard an exclamation from the Entity, "I suddenly felt that if there was a clone to help me deal with these things...... Not bad either. ”

Hearing the emotion, the clone did not react at all: "Fortunately, my leader took me to Broome to kill all the desecrated creations of that mad doctor." ”

"That's right." Killiman nodded, "I just sighed, if a clone of me really comes to me, I'm afraid I'll go berserk on the spot." ”

"Will you break with my leader because of this?" The clone also put down the quill and asked very seriously.

"Not really." Killiman shrugged his shoulders, "We're not children, how can we break up because of a little conflict?" ”

The clone fell silent thoughtfully.

At this point, the door to the archive was pushed open, and a new Thunder Warrior walked in, glanced at Killiman and walked over to the wet piece on the table.

The true new Thunder Warrior immediately probed into the Wet Piece's past, and then reported, "There is only one thing recorded in this Wet Piece, and that is an order, an order that the Death Shroud must recapture the Death Relic on Bloom. ”

"Death Relic." Killiman pondered for a moment with a solemn expression, and then said in a deep voice: "Now Ryan doesn't have to hesitate, we have to go to Bloom, no matter what, the previous strategy has to be put on hold for a while." ”

(End of chapter)