"Alright, done."

Shortly after sending their harvest back to the Destiny Steel via Stormhawk's relay, the bridge sent back the highest order.

"Company Commander Soltarn, the image data you sent back 500 seconds ago has been confirmed, and the target has been identified as a member of the Raven Guard of the 19th Legion, Nikonor Sharokin."

Being able to compare such specific individual data is really worthy of being the flagship of the original body.

The Nineteenth Legion, snort, good, is an old antique and a puppet lackey, as if the concentration of rotting corpses and half-dead people here is not high enough.

Soltarn twitched his thoughts, but didn't say it, as his private voice was now hanging in the common tactical channel of both squads.

"The bridge has sent back confirmation that our mission objectives are updated, to keep the area secure, and to cooperate with the recovery of this capsule. Before the mothership's technical team can come here to safely remove it, we must first clear the site for the personnel who come after, establish a temporary base, and establish a safe transportation route. Soltarn assigns the task, "Report on your armor, ammunition reserves, and power weapons." ”

His teammates immediately reported their own situation.

Then he had a strange feeling that had swept over his mind from time to time since his departure from Medlengard: everyone was in such good condition that a feeling almost akin to fear rose in his heart, which had been rock-like and unshaken.

The environment was too calm, the power armor and weapons were too well maintained, the weapons were too good, and all the energy gauges and magazines were full, so that veterans accustomed to fighting in the toughest and intense conditions began to routinely feel uneasy.

He adjusted his helmet sensing system to extend the measurement range to a four-hundred-foot radius, and he watched the changes in the scan with one eye, temporarily without any movement or target points marked orange and red.

"There are no active targets in the area, safe for now, stay vigilant, and in 15 seconds I'll request an updated topographic map to be sent to everyone."

The beams of more searchlights flickered, then fixed - Soltarn took one of his two searchlights and fixed it to some nearby pillar, and his team did the same, crisscrossing the promethium lights that quickly illuminated the shape-shifting space in the empty hull.

The soldiers of the tactical team were on guard with the Terminator brothers on their fire, and Maxim led his squad along the route they had entered and began to return the same way, leaving their lights along the way.

"Team 1 is already on standby." "The second squad is returning the same way, the latest sensor data has been sent, the bridge, we need the latest scanned tactical map." ”

Julius stood beside Soltarn, and he heard the bridge communications officer on the Destiny Steel replying in his channel, who said, "The target point and exit location have been marked in the map. "After a flash, the map displayed in their helmets refreshed.

In the three-dimensional deformed metal structure, where they are represented by a steel skull icon that flashes repeatedly, Julius can also see the moving point of light representing Maxim and the location of the exit.

In the silent space of the space wreckage, there was only the sound of the armor server, the footsteps of the metal boots of the comrades, and the extremely faint movement of the training chamber.

"It's just so easy. I thought it would be a little more ...... this time," Julius said suddenly, and Soltarn glanced at it, the acting priest was using a private channel. "A scene that can stimulate our will to fight."

Soltarn sneered silently under his helmet, his tattered mandibles and old scars on his throat piling together and crumbling, tugging at the stonesmith's skin at the action.

"Boy." His hoarse voice sounded like some kind of laborious gasp in the respirator, "Trust me, you won't be short of this kind of scene in the future." ”

"Emperor bless." The priest's skeletal helmet turned towards the Iron Warrior, and the ruby eyepiece looked evil and vivid in the shadows of the light. "That's exactly what I want."

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"This is indeed a magnificent and excellent specimen, and I must report to my lord that you have done a very good job. This salvage was definitely great value for money, but unfortunately I wasn't on the first scene. ”

In the hall of the expanded Pharmacist's Laboratory, the smug Chief Pharmacist of the Protogens inspected the old cultivation chamber that had taken about dozens of hours of work for others to bring here.

"What happened to the cabin it was connected to?"

"We checked and found out that this is a separate unit," Julius shrugged - Soltarn claimed that he had more important things to do, so he came to face the Apothecary Master and complete the handover to become Julius' task. "Master Kadomo claimed that we needed construction machinery and gravity sleds, and he sent an entire team of Armory Intelligent Robots over.

"So according to the scan results, after carefully cutting the whole thing, with the help of the robot, we used a gravity skid to transport this cultivation chamber out, which is not very difficult, in fact, what is more difficult to control is how not to break up the rest of the wreckage due to excessive force when expanding the passage."

"Ha, a team of Terminators, a team of armory robots, if this movement doesn't disturb anything, then it seems that you shouldn't have the opportunity to get some samples of the Tyranid bugs for me on it, unfortunately." Using his silver metal arm, Honso carefully began to study how to plug this antique machine into his laboratory system.

Parogov listened quietly while preparing his teacher for other things.

"Tut-tut, looking at the system's novel design and shaped energy supply module, I dare say this guy is much more daring and creative than the mechanical scavengers."

"Mechanical scavengers? What is that, Master Hunsso. ”

"Well, the Martian cult would probably call the Black Mechanical."

"So it's not just a lost thing from the Empire, but a product of technological heresy?" Julius immediately looked at the sleeping Astarte inside with concern, "Until this machine and the people inside are fully investigated and the purification ritual is completed, Master Hunshor, you can't just plug it into the system. ”

"You can't control me, little Omar...... Well? The Apothecary Master looked up, "Julius, what did you do?" ”

The think tank apprentice and acting priest took off his skull helmet and locked it onto the magnetic lock around his waist.

"Lock your permissions. Like I said, Master Hunshor," the young blonde priest smiled at the Apothecary Master, "Warband Priests have equal duties and strength. ”

"You can't-"

"I can. Master Honso, don't worry, we'll let you continue studying it when we're sure it's not tainted and won't cause pollution. ”

"How long will it take?!"

"We'll do it as soon as possible."

With a strange sense of victory, Julius began to place many marks of purity on the resting place of the ancient warriors, and decided to perform an excellent purification ceremony.

Wail!

After six o'clock!

So sleepy-

In addition, there must be characters from other legions and even a certain otaku group and circus group who will appear later, don't worry, everyone will have something to eat-

And again, I want to emphasize that this article is very disloyal.,Don't expect too much loyalty.]

(End of chapter)