Destiny Steel

The 10th Company was stationed

Visitor's accommodation

"What the hell do you think is going on outside?" Pasanius was playing chess with him in Vincis's room, and the two Ultramarines were discussing the unusual schedule of the day that had been told to them by the young men of the Tenth Company.

"You can't go to the training ground or the gladiatorial cage at this time," Passanius said with a rare idleness, "there's no new news, and it's almost dinner time, but the ban on leaving shows no sign of lifting." ”

Vendus glanced at him and half-jokingly said, "Passanius, are you a little addicted to the appetite here—I mean, have you gained weight again?" ”

"That can't be! In addition to the time of penance and prayer, I spend at least twelve hours a day shooting at the training ground and practicing martial arts with the recruits! ”

"Hahaha...... I know, I know, my friend. Vendis closed the manuscript in his hand, "Just a little joke." As an experienced Ultramarines veteran who is much larger than them, I think your melee lessons to our young brothers have been quite fruitful. ”

The first four company commanders of the Ultramarines stretch themselves out on a comfortable recliner specially made for Astarte or larger-sized humans.

To be honest, Ventris had already been partially mentally prepared for the special culture and environment on an ancient warband mothership that had returned from an expedition for thousands of years.

But in fact, after spending some time here, he seems to understand a little bit of how these warriors have managed to maintain a good state of mind during such a long time away from civilization and the torch - when it comes to food and comfort, this place is really at home.

This was not only different from the customs of the Maculag, but also from the many brotherly warbands he had seen and known of who promoted asceticism and discipline.

ALTHOUGH HE AND PASSANIUS WERE SENTENCED AND BANISHED BY CALGA AND THE OTHER MASTERS, DEEP DOWN VINIS STILL KNEW WHAT THE REAL REASON WAS, AND ALTHOUGH THEY WERE INQUISITORS AND ATONEMENTERS, THEY WERE ALL FOR THE SAKE OF THE ASTARTE CANON, THE ULTRAMARINES, AND THE CONTINUATION OF HONOR.

Thankfully, the brothers of the Silver Skull weren't the Fist of the Empire or some of the Startups' sub-clans, Ventis thought, but luckily they were shadowed by the bloodlines of the great Killiman with him.

Otherwise, I really can't say if they will be accused of some bad things by some institutions or personnel immediately after they return to the empire like this......

He had seen several veterans with silver skulls from afar (for some reason, they were reluctant to approach the others), and the temperament of the elite of the battle-hardened bloody survivors of the other was evident in the eyes of his fellow Astarte, and out of his own instinct, Vendis did not think that these veterans would be able to accept accusations and investigations from the Empire very calmly.

That would be a terrible result.

"As guests on their ship, we should act in accordance with our master's wishes unless necessary, my brother."

Vendus pushed the chessboard of king-killing chess to Pasanius.

His blond-haired comrade muttered, "I think you're right, Ventus, let's play another game of chess." ”

——

The Iron Warriors have been shocked for the first time in minutes.

"Hell! Damn the damned! Are we really attacking a pharmacist studio on our own flagship?! ”

Narrowly dodging a few cans of biochemical acid that splattered after landing, Dasadra crouched behind a makeshift trench and complained, "It's a shame!" So many of our veterans were stopped here by a little bunny cub of the Fist of the Empire for a full three minutes! - He even has a Roger Donn face! If my father found out about this, we would all have to stick to the wall, and none of us would be able to escape! ”

"If you don't save your nonsense, the time he successfully stops us will become four minutes." Shanto whispered as he said that there was an impressive pit of dissolution on one of his legnails, and the muscles on the blacksmith's cheek twitched as white smoke continued to billet from the edges of the crater's shadows and the collapse of the inside, which explained why they had to dodge the rudimentary acid weapon.

"The mechmen's ammunition won't run out for a while, but according to my calculations and simulations, we can destroy their firing weapons in the next concentrated attack, and when the rapid cementing poisonous fog at the door clears, we should cover and charge. - I suspect this fog can be ignited with the insidious nature of the boy in the last three minutes. ”

"While that's what I'm trying to say, I'll admit that you brought it up first, and given that we're all crammed together in this aisle at the moment, I wouldn't recommend using certain weapons to test whether this theory is true."

"It's unbelievable how the terrain has become so restrictive in such a short period of time? Neither our heavy weapons nor the number of people we charge can wield. After charging, the person who puts on the battle shield and gravity mallet of the iron ring can only force melee combat. ”

"Aren't you dressed as tyrant-style terminators, what, afraid of sacrifice?"

"If it weren't for this occasion, Shanto, I swear I'd have plucked your head off your neck with my own hands and stuffed it into the Hellbeast's ANUS."

"Thank you for telling such a humorous joke, Dasada." The blacksmith's expression and gaze looked like he had booked Dassadra's two hearts, "But I think maybe they'll like your two hearts a little better." ”

"It's not difficult for our ancient and reliable heavy artillery to blast open the gates of the puppet emperor's palace, and it is not difficult to blow this place to pieces, just me and Dassadra's arsenal can do it. But I wonder who is going to meet with the Primordial afterwards and explain to him why the Iron Lord's flagship was blown out of it by his son? ”

Soltarn's gaze wandered over the officers' faces.

The war blacksmiths kept their mouths shut.

"Organize your champions, gentlemen," the old stonemason's breathing apparatus said in an accent, "he should only have this means in such a short time, and it won't be too long for him to fight each other after rushing in." ”

"Ha, I remember this kid didn't even go to the gladiatorial cage."

"Maybe I should replace my chainsaw axe with a normal axe, lest I stumble on this precious head."

The heterochromatic smoke finally began to dissipate.

The last big door began to show its outline.

A bloodthirsty glow shone in the Iron Warriors' eyepieces.

"Wait! This—this can't be!! ”

A target that should never have been here emerges from the figure in the doorway.

Wail!

Today's first is earlier, and there will be a more

(End of chapter)