The interior of the Storm Boundary is a largely otherworldly space, so it's not surprising that anything happens. It's just that under normal circumstances, nothing particularly strange will happen - at least Joan of Arc Here's what Alter said.

Sevita, dressed in civilian clothes, began to wonder if the presence of a door on the wall that wasn't there when he had passed five minutes earlier was "something particularly strange."

He was still thinking about whether this situation was abnormal, whether he needed to report it, and who should he report it to, and how could I start thinking about this kind of thing as a crew member so naturally, and the door that suddenly appeared in front of him opened.

"What?" On this ship, Joan of Arc finally regained possession of the entity. Alter asked angrily, "Why do you go find something to do if you have nothing to do, and somehow stand in front of someone else's room?" ”

Sevita glanced at the pen and paper in the other party's hand, and repeated with some hesitation: "Your room? ”

"What? Is there anything strange about it? "Joan of Arc Alter cross-examined, "Do you think I've been a ghost from the beginning who can only be attached to armor?" ”

The door that closed behind her slowly vanished, merging into the wall again. Sevita sensed that this wasn't a very good topic to talk about, and chose to point to the metallic, seamless wall behind her:

"I just don't understand why the door to 'your room' is gone." He said as smoothly as he could, trying to make the other person think he was wondering about this.

Joan of Arc S. Alter turned his head to look at the wall he had come out of, then at Sevita, and inexplicably showed a "You're all right, right?" The look. Then, under Sevita's honest gaze (it wasn't easy to do, but he's starting to figure out a little trick), he turned back to look behind his back, and finally turned back and fell into deep thought.

Three seconds later, as if she suddenly understood something, she spoke again, "It's those mages." In the beginning, many people wanted to leave their rooms as they were when they got off the ship, hoping that they would come back in the future. Such people would keep their original furnishings and use magic to hide the doors of their rooms - and probably in the end, they would choose to hide the doors of all the old members even with me, who didn't get off the boat. ”

"'Old members'? You also used to work on this ship? ”

Sevita actually wanted to ask "Joan of Arc Why did Alter become the way it is?", but apparently, the latter would be wrong.

"Of course, although I am not the first group of members, I am also quite old!" Joan of Arc S. Alter smirked inexplicably, "In that case, you'll have to call me 'senior'." ”

Now it's Sevita's turn to have a look on her face, "You're okay with your brain, right?" The look of the look. Joan of Arc S. Alter was bored, annoyed, and threw down the phrase: "Come to the simulation room after dinner and practice!" He hugged the paper and pen in his arms and walked away angrily.

She always seemed to look angry. Sevita calmly analyzes unfazed. But considering that she once said that "extreme emotions, including anger, are what make her up", this seems to be understandable.

Then, he added a note to his mental collection: it's normal to occasionally see doors that don't exist appear or disappear.

This is the third day since Sevita boarded the ship, so before this one, he already had precautions such as "It's normal to feel a slight disturbance of space when passing through an intersection", "It's normal to occasionally feel other sights", "It's normal to see a moving humanoid figure working in a hallway or cafeteria", "It's normal for someone who doesn't respect food to be beaten up for no apparent reason", "It's normal for dolls to move and play with each other......

Sevita felt that she was about to become abnormal.

In fact, the most unreal thing is that the space inside the Storm Boundary is much larger than it seems from the outside. It is said that at the time of its design, the ship also contained a bit of function as the last surviving ark of the race, which could accommodate an additional 500 refugees and ensure their quality of life on the basis of sustaining operations...... But in Sevita's opinion, this part of the area belonging to the "combatants" was enough for him to have a headache.

He was a psyker himself, and it wasn't like he hadn't seen how the Legions of Brothers had borrowed and harnessed supernatural powers in the subspace during the Great Rebellion. He was fully aware and aware that such things must exist, but it was a different matter for him to actually live in an environment where paranormal phenomena were common.

At the time of the Great Expedition, the fundamental foundation of education was imperial truth. Sevita grew up listening to these sermons after being drafted into the regiment - even if he wasn't quite "Imperial Truth" himself.

Because of this, even if the owner of the Storm Frontier was the Emperor's chosen envoy to the throne, even if there was a golden Forbidden Army growing almost twenty-four hours a day in the main control room, and even if the Storm Frontier had been parked in a Gnaku specially cleared by the Lionmane since seventeen hours ago, and a few dark angels began to walk on the ship, Sevita still did not have the real feeling that he had been "re-incorporated and returned to the Empire".

- The current life, visible to the naked eye, "not very imperial".

But if Sevita complains about this, it would be a bit of a mischief: at least he now has the rations that Astarte should have (although the source is the Dark Angel), he can eat every meal (and objectively speaking, it is delicious, but it is a pity that Astarte does not feel too much pleasure because of this), the equipment is good (although he will run away on his own when there is no combat or training mission), and there are a few subordinates for him to lead and command (although these people have started to gang up and attack each other again), The Father of Genes is also by his side (though conventionally only counterproductively) - this is not exactly yesterday's repetition, so what does he have to complain about?

…… After a decade of poor but simple farming with Jestal, Sevita began to realize how foul-mouthed her old days really were.

At least the most basic thing, on Jaystar, even if everyone stands in a row in front of the farm machinery, there is no need to worry about anyone trying to push the people around them into the blade. But if you're at the front of a party of Midnight Lords...... It's hard to say whether the blaster behind him will go off once or twice.

What glory is gained in war, those are empty. He wanted the kind of simple, trusting human relationship, even if he had to go to the countryside to farm and use his Astate-level brain to calculate the seasonal calendar for the average uneducated agricultural worker.

That being said, he just complained. Everyone knew that it was over, and since he had decided to put on the Terminator armor again, everyone including himself had tacitly tacitly taken him aboard the Storm Frontier, a pirate ship, and for some reason, he didn't even have his share in compiling Jestar's affairs. Gone was the simple, happy idyllic life, and he still had sixty-three midnight lords in a group to worry about.

…… Wait a minute, how is it a multiple of nine again?

Sevita has been a bit nervous about numbers in this category lately.

He pondered whether to talk to Rika Fujimaru about this later (a decision that bordered on betrayal of the Father of Genes from the Midnight Lord's standpoint, but Sevita had apparently realized who was really in charge of the ship), and turned around to reach the door of the simulation room.

The Storm Frontier didn't have the training facilities they were more familiar with—or rather, there were hardly any of the Imperial facilities they were more familiar with on the entire ship, so the sixty-three piecemeal Midnight Lords on board could only borrow these facilities they didn't know anything about for their training sessions.

He entered the door, and was satisfied to find that he was the last to arrive.

Here are some of the old traditions that come from Nostramo: in an agreed assembly, the more noble the person should be the last to appear. Like many traditions in the Legion that are hard to say whether they are customs or bad habits, it's hard to say whether Sevita likes them or doesn't like them, but he does know how to use them to build authority for himself.

He was the last to enter the simulation room, and realized that the bare-looking room, like many other places in the entire ship, looked much larger from the inside than from the outside. It easily accommodated sixty-three unarmored Space Marines who stood loosely in two distinct camps, and sixty-three sets of eyes were cast on Sevita in silence.

He didn't think he was getting any sense of positive emotional feedback in this scene, but he opened his mouth anyway: "Okay, I guess, you guys already played a round before I came?" ”

It's not hard to see. Although everyone pretended that nothing had happened before, the cloth was not as strong as the power armor, and the exposed skin made it impossible for anyone to hide the wounds on it.

If you only evaluate it from the clues that can be seen on the outside, it is obvious that the side with fewer people was beaten even worse. These decadent postnates, who have been active in the fortieth millennium onwards, have only had a head to hug in front of the elite generals who have experienced the Great Expedition (considering that they include some of the Black Armor Guards of Sevita), and now these eighteen people are like some kind of small animals huddled together to warm up in a tight formation, each with different degrees of wounds on their faces, and even some of their clothes have been torn in the previous violent actions.

On the other side, by contrast, they are more neat: they are more numerous, more skilled, and therefore have fewer wounds, are more neatly dressed, and maintain a better distance from each other. But the strange thing about the whole thing is that these apparently victorious men have a kind of anger peculiar to the loser and a little bit of well-concealed frustration in their momentum, while on the other side, the apparently defeated side has summoned up the victor's brawl.

Sevita, not at all, doesn't want to know what happened before.

"I don't care why you fought this one," he had already guessed, "but you should remember what we were allowed to be here today. "No one knows when the next combat operation will begin, and until then, you have to hurry up and get acquainted with each other." "That's right, but the first thing these people are familiar with is how to stab someone in the back to get the most easily," I don't want to waste time with you at length, I'll just say one thing:"

It's time for a bait.

"The next time the battle really starts, the original body will certainly not stay out of the way. Naturally, he needs to have guards by his side when the time comes. ”

He didn't know if it was the right thing to do, but at least for the moment, the sinister atmosphere in the simulation room proved that everyone was motivated.

If no one does anything about it, I'm afraid that a new round of all-out martial arts will be staged in this room. But at this moment, a little noise of electronic devices turning on audio came from the edge of the room, which attracted everyone's attention:

"Good morning." Rika Fujimaru's unstrained speech came from the electrical signal, and when it was reverted to the voice, there was a little inevitable distortion, "I see that all of you are here, and the pre-war mobilization is done, so if it's okay, it's going to be—"

She was clearly not asking for advice, for as she spoke, the scene in the simulation room had changed: the already vast space had been extended once more, as if it had become an endless plain, with plenty of sunlight but not too strong, and a gentle breeze blowing softly, and their feet had changed from hard steel plates and stones to soft earth and verdant blades of grass. Everything is so realistic that you can't find any flaws in it, as if they had been in such a grassland from the beginning.

This is the first time many of them have seen such a beautiful natural environment. But before anyone could be surprised, the next change happened to them: all of the people who were only allowed to move around in their regular clothes inside the Storm Frontier had a set of power armor out of thin air.

"Customization is very computing power, so everyone is a unified MK4 power armor, and the equipment is also a regular chainsaw sword and blaster, and the number of magazines is limited to four, which should be enough in one battle - there are more than sixty of you." Rika Fujimaru's voice explained, "Considering that some people are not familiar with these standard equipment, you have three minutes to familiarize yourself with all the equipment on your body, and then I will throw the enemy. ”

Sevita glanced at the parameters reported by the power armor self-test, and immediately understood everything. He didn't need this time to familiarize himself with his equipment, so he looked up and asked, "Can we know the number or configuration of the enemy?" ”

"Just one. Try the water first. You just have to think of it as a very large alien entity. Fujimaru Rika's tone was very distracting, "You guys have ...... Plus you're sixty-four, and all of them are fully equipped, so I don't think it's going to be a big problem. I used to fight this thing, and I lost if it took more than twenty seconds on it. ”

Sevita reassured himself and tried to use those three minutes to come up with a tactic that would seem feasible in such a sparse team. One hundred and eighty seconds passed in a flash, and with Fujimaru Rika's happy prompt "I'm going to throw it-", some distortions appeared on the plain not far away, as if the hologram had been disturbed-

Then, a gigantic basilisk, perhaps more than ten meters tall, with wings and golden horns, coiled and writhed, floating on the ground in some unnatural, gravity-defying form, standing in front of everyone.

Only at this time, Sevita felt quite confident.