Lindrick, the chief think tank, is one of those who mutters and wonders about the fact that "the trip went too well".

The subspace was still calm, one might even say too calm, even the Eye of Fear. Medusa's position was already quite close to the Eye of Fear, and Jerick was even more so. From a psionic perspective, Linderrick didn't need to pay much attention to it to feel the presence of this source of chaos at all times—its own presence could not be ignored.

But he didn't have much time to deal with the "paranoia" for himself, as he had already been chosen to be one of the first attachés of the Father of Genes to go to the surface, and was summoned to a gnaku in the Fist of Steel. He had to follow the instructions given by the power armor and immediately set off and prepare to parachute.

Of course, at this time, his power armor was not only showing him the path to the designated location, but also showing him the results of the recent survey of Jerick from the orbit of the bird on the battleship. Linderrick had heard stories from his genetic father from 10,000 years ago, when there were still alien races living on this planet. He couldn't deduce from those few words what the physiology of the aliens who lived here in the past was, and he didn't care about that, but the only thing he knew for sure was that even if they were to come back from death and see Jerick again, they would never recognize the planet as their home just by their appearance, and they would no longer be able to live on it.

Ten thousand years ago, Ferus Manus must have unreservedly poured out the wrath of the Empire here. Even years later, Lindrick could clearly recognize from the readings passed to him by the orniths that the planet's crust had been physically "flattened". Maybe it had an atmosphere, or maybe it didn't, but Lindrick came to the conclusion from the data he had seen that even if it had, it had been completely burned dry by a torpedo torpedo. The violent impacts and explosions must have affected Jerick's geomagnetism and rotation over the past 10,000 years, and the rocky solid planet should have been able to capture some of the free gases in the universe by its own mass, reforming a thin atmosphere, but it failed to do so.

Perhaps thanks to the defense system set up by the original body around the planet, it seems that no asteroid or meteorite has successfully hit Jerick's surface in the past 10,000 years, and most of its crust still retains traces of war during the Great Expedition.

The main facilities of the Mimir Treasury are underground. As part of the mission briefing, Lindrick read the planetary data that marked him with the location of the entrance to the vault. This information could only have come from his genetic father, as no matter what the Chief Think Tank himself looked at, could only find unmistakable mounds of dirt and rocks near the marked area.

He quickly gave up on this futile search, and instead reconfirmed the meeting place on the planet's surface, and then turned his attention back to his surroundings. He was already in Gnacuri, facing the Thunderhawk gunboat ready to take off, the power armor automatically linked the wireless transmission protocol with the surrounding combat brothers who were ready to carry out the same mission as him, and the rune of the teammate's logo lit up on the display on the inside of the helmet, so that he could check the status of his allies at any time.

To Lindrick's surprise, but thoughtful but reasonable, there was a Debit abruptly mixed in the gray-black armor of the Iron Hand.

This crew, who was also special on the Claw of Destruction, was promoted to the Fist of Steel by the original body at the beginning of this voyage. For Lindrick, considering his familiarity with ancient legends, his unique insights into psionic abilities while not being a psyker, and, most importantly, his contractual relationship with Enkidu, a seemingly friendly subspace entity who is more widely known as the "Iron Man" in the warband, it was only natural for the original to make this decision. But for the Chief Think Tank, even with the introduction of an Iron Father, the Primordial seemed to be extremely tolerant of him, and he was still unsure if he should trust the other person.

There is no specific reason for this subtle feeling, it is more of an intuition—the intuition of a psyker. Even though all of his senses, including psionic ones, were incredibly sure that there was nothing too strange about the man's physiology, that he was just an ordinary mortal who had not undergone any enhancements, he still intuitively sensed an obscure threat when he was too close to the other person.

It's not clear why Debit feels "threatened." The average person feels threatened when approaching the muzzle of a blaster because they realize that the muzzle of a blaster can easily take their lives; Psykers feel threatened when they are in close proximity to entities with powerful subspace powers—and Linderrick sometimes senses this threat when he gets too close to Enki, but that's normal—because they are well aware that this surging subspace power can cause them irreversible damage at any time. And the kind of threat he vaguely felt from Debit was different from the above: he never definitively identified the source of the threat from Debit.

So far, at least, this "threat" has not clearly affected anything, and after a detailed conversation with Markan Ferros, Linderrick is willing to put the investigation into its root causes on hold for the time being. He came back to his senses, and as he boarded the plane, he looked at the mortal in the life-sustaining void suit, and then he was sure once again: no matter how you look at it, he was just an ordinary mortal.

"Are you okay?" While fixing himself in his position, Linderrick finally couldn't help himself and asked Debit, who was also wearing a seatbelt.

"No problem." The latter didn't raise his head, and the voice of his answer seeped out strangely from the helmet of the void suit.

"I mean you follow our gunboats to the planet's surface." Because the other party's answer was too brief and categorical, Lindrick, who suspected that the other party did not understand what he meant, added, "You are just a mortal, and you don't have any mechanical enhancements attached to you, can you withstand the next acceleration?" ”

"No problem." Debit repeated, "I've been involved in similar track-to-ground deliveries with the Deverk clan on the Talon of Doom. The acceleration from the flight did not exceed the limits of my enhanced magic, and I was able to land safely. ”

Lindrick shut the letter suspiciously. According to the usual style of the Iron Hand, since the person himself thinks it is okay, then he will also think that this matter is okay. But the chief think tank is still skeptical: Debit and his so-called "enhanced magic" are really fine, after all, no one wants to find some minced meat in the void suit that is fixed in place after the thunder eagle lands.

If the good deeds were willing to rank the physical comfort of the Imperial vehicles, the military equipment used by the Astarte monks that was too much focused on efficiency and effectiveness would obviously be at the bottom. Among them, the Iron Hand's vehicles are very likely to be the bottom of the bottom. Most of these Space Marines, who possess an overdose of mechanical augmentation, take the thrust and overload that come with the Thunderhawk descent for granted, even if they are undoubtedly fatal to mortals.

But what surprised Linderrick was that Debbit, who claimed to be "okay", really didn't seem to have any problem under such "devastation". The words boast and exaggeration were clearly not in his dictionary, and when the Thunderhawk gunboat they were on landed on the surface of Planet Jerick, and everyone assigned to the mission came out of the cabin, Debit was clearly fine, only slightly in vain.

This negligible question was obviously harmless, and it didn't hinder their marching speed in the slightest after Enki, who had been spiritualized all the way, appeared around Debit in a lively manner. The Chief Think Tank led his team to the target location, where they joined up with the Prototype and the Combat Brothers who had been dropped to the ground from other aircraft, and waited for a moment at the location of the Treasury Entrance marked in the briefing, and their Genetic Father successfully opened the door to the underground facility after another round of complex authentication.

The earth and rock, holographic projections, and materials responsible for falsifying the ornith's reflection numbers were torn apart by the rumbling vibrations, revealing the Adamantite Gate hidden beneath. The shields and defenses placed in the vicinity docilely ceased to function as the machinery worked, leaving only the pavement to lead into the depths of the dark treasury. At the moment when the dust and gravel had subsided, a little light began to light in the deep alleyway—not much light, still making the corridor look dim, but it was enough for the steel hand that lived in Medusa's thick atmosphere, and therefore always looked dark and cold.

Things were still going well, causing Linderrick in the group to twist his wrist uneasily, and then grasp the Staff of Heartforg.

In his perception, the Eye of Fear remained unwavering.

Miwoo (six o'clock)

(End of chapter)