Rika Fujimaru's evaluation of the military transportation of the empire is: very extreme.

This isn't a palindrome of "Ultramarines are extreme". The journey from Pamenio to Fort Galatan in far-Earth orbit in half an hour was the equivalent of some very uncomfortable extreme sport for her. Rika Fujimaru wasn't sure if it was because of the shuttle ride from the ground to the Glory of Maculag, or the subspace teleportation from the Glory of Maculag to Fort Galatan - but anyway, she felt like she was throwing up.

Considering that she would have to pass by a large group of unknown bats next, and then face a mentally unstable primordial, Fujimaru Rika thought that it was still a bit early for Kelya, so she didn't bring her with her. The person who is currently helping her push her wheelchair has thus become Arjuna, and the members of this team, in addition to herself, Arjuna, the director of the think tank, Varro Digris, and Robert Kiliman, who I don't know whether to evaluate it as menacing or worried, there are also Badan Dovalro, the leader of the Nova Warrior Band, and a small team of forbidden troops.

This unusually heavy lineup has not been able to enhance their experience on this road. There's nothing wrong with the facilities at Garatan Star Fort itself, it's what's in it - when you have to concentrate more than five thousand Midnight Lords in one area, no matter who wants to pass through the area, the experience is definitely not good.

Fort Galatan is a brilliant engine of warfare left over from the Great Crusade, a city that can walk through the void, but not a prison for prisoners. The leader of the Nova Warriors, Badan Dovalro, managed to keep all the prisoners in check, but it was only a stopgap measure. Other details, such as how to cut off communication between prisoners and prisoners, or prevent them from yelling at anyone who passes by in the hallway, is somewhat unsatisfactory.

In fact, none of the Midnight Lords have attempted to escape from prison on their own initiative, which is a miracle given the current conditions of detention at Fort Galatan.

"I'm sorry, sir." Captain Dovaro was a little embarrassed by this, but it was already the limit of what he could handle at the moment. Under the split of the Holy Codex, the scale of the Nova Warrior alone could not easily take care of five times the number of prisoners of the Holy Codex, and the Gray Knights, Death Watch, and even some mortal soldiers and officers who were also temporarily stationed on the Star Fort mobilized and coordinated for this matter, but the intricate communication, scheduling, and placement of the links doomed that this matter would not be handled perfectly in just a few days.

"I understand, Bataan." The Imperial Regent replied to the noise of complaining, insulting, and even personal attacks in the low Gothic, high Gothic, and even distorted Nostramo dialects, "I beg you to do this for another half a month, and when the Mechonia men have done their job, we will have extra ships to divert these prisoners." ”

This could be saying that the Empire is urgently repairing ships that have been damaged in the conflict with the plague fleet, or that the Mechanics are cleaning up and assessing the junk that the Midnight Lords have driven over - Rika Fujimaru has no intention of continuing to explore the details of the mess if someone is willing to take care of it, and she only finds it annoying to be surrounded by the Midnight Lords who are not only howling indiscriminately, but even slamming the door panel hard.

Just as she decided to say something about it, her wheelchair shook slightly unobtrusively. Arjuna, who had completely guessed what she was thinking from her expression, reminded in a calm whisper, "Watch your style, Master. It's not your job to teach these people a lesson, and you don't have to lower yourself to achieve your goals that way. ”

"I feel like I'm going to win." There was even a little regret in Rika Fujimaru's tone when she replied in a whisper, "And I really want to laugh at some of them for their Nostramo pronunciation." ”

10,000 years ago, the planet Nostramo was destroyed by the fire ordered by Konrad Coetze, and the language has become a dead language. Except for the Warbands of the Midnight Lords who chose to pass on this language as part of the Legion's culture, and even linked it to things like power, identity, etc., so that the Children of the Night knew a little bit about it, today, 10,000 years later, there are only a handful of people in the entire empire who can speak this language, let alone read and write.

- As a master of Nostramo scolding the street who was forced to practice in a fantasy world, Fujimaru Rika only felt that these almost no language environment, completely half-bottled, did not understand the complex and poetic metaphors that this language itself should have, and could not even distinguish between /t/, /ts/ and /tz/ in pronunciation, it was really not good.

But this phrase also caught the attention of the imperial regents. As soon as the words fell, Robert Killiman's very disapproving gaze immediately fell from the top of Fujimaru Rika's head, and the latter had to shrink into a wheelchair and change the subject:

"Speaking of which, how many of these Midnight Lords must have been when they came?" She raised her voice a little to show that she was speaking to everyone present, "If they did bring a fleet as prophesied, there must be more than these people in it." ”

Bataan Dovarro turned his head and glared at her, as if he wanted to rebuke something like "don't ask what you shouldn't", but before he could really speak, Killiman had already answered the question:

"When it comes to renegade Space Marines, it's about forty-nine thousand to fifty-five thousand." As they approached the end of the corridor, closer to the special cell where Conrad Coetze was being held, "the scene was very chaotic, and we didn't have much time or resources to make the numbers more accurate at the moment. ”

“…… I understand. After learning this number, Fujimaru Rika also began to show a worried look, "This is worse than I predicted......"

"Your prediction?" Kiliman asked rhetorically.

"I thought it was twenty-five thousand to thirty-thirty thousand." After weighing it in his heart, and finally choosing to ignore the unhappy gaze of the Nova Warrior Leader, Fujimaru Rika replied, "I first knew the result and had some guesses about the process, so it shouldn't be difficult to push back the problem itself. But the number is still beyond my imagination. ”

No wonder Conrad is starting to shut himself up again. She sighed and thought to herself.

The cacophony of the Midnight Lords was gradually forgotten as the group progressed, and they began to walk down a spiraling down staircase. Rika Fujimaru's wheelchair is activated in anti-gravity mode here, and Kiliman's focus is clearly another point: "Do you have a guess about the process?" ”

"There is no doubt that Conrad has unbridled use of his own essence in this matter, as well as the psionic connection between the Primordial and the Child of Genes." Rika Fujimaru replied, "Aside from the 'unrestrained' part, this is a countermeasure that we planned from the very beginning. But I really didn't expect him to be so ...... 'unrestrained'. ”

Killiman recalls the many phenomena mentioned in the report that did appear on the Midnight Lord's ship, but could not be reasonably explained scientifically, and suppressed his uneasiness: "Your explanation makes this matter look more like some subspace evil is at work. ”

"However, the essence of the primordial body can basically be roughly equal to the subspace secondary gods, this is a very certain thing, especially that it is still Conrad." Fujimaru Rika ignored the various stares cast by everyone around him, and said some confidential questions without care, "With his mental state, the scene that came out after activating the essence looks chaotic and terrifying, and it is also a matter of course. ”

The imperial regent reminded a little helplessly: "You have to be careful, this is not a fact that should be brought up lightly. ”

"I see the occasion. Now it's just us. Fujimaru Rika was straightforward: "You and I, the director of the Digris Think Tank, and the forbidden army obviously know this for a long time, Arjuna is not counted, and it is very necessary for the head of the Dovaro War to know what he is currently responsible for guarding." Specifically, Conrad was locked up here because he hadn't gotten up the mind to run away for the time being—did you think that the further we went, the colder it became? ”

It's a change that no one else notices. This change in temperature has no effect on the Originals, the Forbidden Army, Astarte, or the Servants, so it is not noticeable. But when they decided to check the temperatures, they did find that the temperature felt two degrees Celsius cooler than it was.

"The thermostat system in the Star Castle has not failed." Within a second, he asked for the power armor, and the leader of the Dovaro War, who had made inquiries with his own authority, was very convinced, "The temperature control system in this area has increased the power output, but the temperature is still dropping. ”

"It's a psionic phenomenon." The think tank director's eyes lit up with a faint blue light, "I can feel the fluctuations of subspace. ”

Fujimaru Ritsuka's expression suddenly became very tangled. Temperatures are still dropping, and the rate is getting faster and faster. She therefore looked down sorrowfully, and sighed:

“…… He knew I was coming. ”

Miwoo (leopard killed, but six o'clock)

Hard-written, it's very uncomfortable. The next chapter may be uncomfortable to watch, but the leopard has already died (the seal can't do it-)

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