+Master, the lower cabin has been cleared. +

Unconcerned, Enkido stood barefoot on a ground paved with messy stumps and blood, and sent a message to Fujimaru Rika in the faint sound of viscous dripping and flowing liquids in the connection of a master-slave contract:

+ I don't recommend that you watch this part of the log in detail, but all in all, all hostile reactions within the perceptible range have been confirmed to have been cleared, and the suspicious altar with a chaotic aura has been completely demolished. Some of the members of the Iron Hand have survived, and are currently cleaning up the battlefield themselves. +

Sent to the lower deck of the ship is a "reconnaissance team" consisting of a steel think tank, a cast scout, and a heavy firepower team. In terms of reconnaissance missions alone, this was supposed to be a fairly good chance of victory, but after the ship's internal communications were unexpectedly blocked, they encountered a somewhat serious encounter. The think tank and the heavy firepower team made up of veterans are fine, and even with the support of their colleagues, the loss of the original bloods in the process is quite painful - but this is the consistent credo of the Iron Hand: survival of the fittest, and the stronger people who survive on the battlefield are qualified to continue on the path of honor.

Enkidu didn't have any special feelings about this. Although he can't say that he is not interested in the customs of this world, it is more of a bystander attitude who does not care about himself and looks at the flowers. He cut smoothly into the battle between the two sides, and flaunted his position by explicitly helping one side and destroying the other, which proved to be a good kind of "persuasion" for the members of the Iron Hand Warband, who were also very pragmatic in a sense. At least during the battle, there were no big problems between the two sides, and there would even be some limited cooperation.

And that doesn't mean that the Warband Monks treat him as a friend entirely. While Enkidu said that he "needed a little time and space to report on the progress of psionic communications", no one would bother him, but a closer look at the Iron Hand in the distance as they were clearing the battlefield revealed that at least one blaster, a plasma pistol, and a promethium flamethrower were always facing him, and there was always a think tank hovering around, apparently intent on keeping an eye on him.

+ Okay, I'll relay the issue of the temporary change of commander to them. It's also worth mentioning that from the altar-like facility, I saw two different occult symbols. Is this normal to the gods of this universe? +

He knew it wasn't normal, and the question was just a reminder. Given this fact, he didn't need to, so he didn't specifically mention that the enemies he had encountered in the lower chambers were clearly divided into two factions: the wizard of the Emperor's son stood with most of the purple, swift and obscene demons, but there were also some blue ones on the edge of the battlefield that threw demon fire and laughed and messed around. These erratic, unpredictable little devils have caused a lot of trouble for the Iron Think Tank, and in a sense, while the vast majority of the original Scouts have fallen under the claws of the Slaanesh Demon, it is the Tzeentch Shapeshifters who are responsible for the loss.

But for Enkidu, these are not too much of a threat. Although he does not have the support of the leylines in the universe, his own performance and experience are enough to deal with enemies of this level.

+ Thank you for your concern, but I'm okay. It is true that I can hear the echo of the will of the gods from the depths of the subspace, but after all, I am a weapon made of other divinities, and the existence of the contract makes me have a clear belonging. For now, their power has not been able to break through the aetheric body and affect me. As long as you ignore it, you'll be fine. +

God. He sneered inwardly.

As a god-made weapon that is more in tune with the way of being "human" due to the influence of Gilgamesh, and a clay puppet that exists because the gods give life at will, and dies because the gods take it back at will, Enkidu really doesn't have any affection for "gods". With this negative impression first, coupled with his calm personality, he is not easy to have violent emotions without encountering the corresponding topics or events, and he is a weapon of rectification, and the logic of being established as a copy projection is different from the universe itself, so although it is currently considered a "subspace entity" in a sense, there is still no need to worry too much about related problems in a short period of time.

As for the situation of fighting for a long time, it is necessary to let Fujimaru Rika maintain coordinated action with it and purify the pollution of chaos at any time.

+ Okay, I understand. Next, guide the members of the Iron Hand back to the middle level of the ship. +

After accepting a new mission, he walked through the blood and broken limbs with a sense of poise. The bodies left behind by the death of subspace creatures will only be naturalized into the invisible power of chaos, and after merging into the subspace, they will wait to be condensed and formed again in the future, so the rivers of blood and desecrated flesh accumulated on the ground obviously do not belong to the demons.

After this battle, the ship's mortal servants would have to undergo a massive replenishment in order for the entire system to function at normal efficiency again. And these crew members, who were lost by unexpected and unwarranted disasters, were obviously not peaceful at the end of their lives. These sacrifices should naturally be counted on the heads of the enemy, but they are still uncomfortable.

Enkidu sighed and turned to leave the place, which was littered with blasphemous symbols and incantations. He walked near the side of the most filthy altar and went in the direction of the nearest think tank. Step by step, he walked towards a cleaner ground, and at the same time reset his spiritual base, and the golden particles composed of ether slowly drifted away, and the blood and filth that had been stained on his body immediately disappeared. By the time he reached the think tank, his white-gold robes had regained their purity and holiness.

"I was instructed to guide the remnants back to the command room in the middle to re-report, treat the wounded, and reorganize the data link and command system." He said to the other party with a normal expression, "But it does have to be cleaned up before the battlefield is finished." At the very least, this place must be 'cleaned up', otherwise no one knows if this place will attract some subspace stuff for the enemy to pop up." ”

“…… It's natural. The Iron Hand has already taken a countermeasure. The think tank said in a flat, dry tone.

Such a reaction was not very convincing to Enkidu. He could clearly see that the other party had a lot of doubts, and he understood that these doubts would inevitably exist, but he didn't understand why the other party didn't choose to ask them.

So he suggested: "There is still a little time before the whole team really starts to move, and if you have any questions about the current situation, I will be happy to answer them." Proper communication is also good for building trust between the two parties. ”

After a pause of about a second, the think tank got straight to the point and asked a question that Enki didn't think would come up immediately: "What the hell are you?" ”

He was a little surprised by the fact that this question didn't fit the basic principles of socialization, but it wasn't offensive enough to be placed on the edge of the battlefield where efficiency is life. Enkidu thought for a moment about the wording that would be more understandable to the people here, and opened his mouth in a warm and friendly manner:

"Defined by the 'me' I am here now, I am a special subspace entity made by the summoned and made of the aether as a shell." He pondered the words, "This woven shell itself is nothing more than a medium that can conveniently carry the projection of my functions and consciousness, and I am not such a thing myself, but only a copy of it in this form is projected here. ”

These words apparently generated some brainstorming for the think tank. He paused for a moment, and then continued to ask, "So, what is it itself?" ”

Nicky couldn't even guess what the point of the other party's obsession with the problem (as opposed to the apparently more grim state of affairs) were. But he answered the question anyway:

"I am a weapon made by God." It is not a "realm record belt", but Enkidu is describing his own existence here, "although it is similar to the physical appearance of a human being, this part is an acquired modification." My main task is still to exercise my functions as a weapon. If you put it more generally in this way......"

Enkidu thought for a few seconds, and then made a shocking statement without paying attention:

"'Iron Man'. I think. He had no idea what a terrible metaphor he had used, "Although I'm not a human-made machine like Iron Man, I'm similar in many ways." Shouldn't there be any problem with that? ”

(End of chapter)