Today, the atmosphere in the office of the war group leader is tense.

Judging from the frequency and content of the data flow constantly being handed out in the office, the Iron Warrior veterans are relieved to come to the conclusion that "our genetic father should be the dominant one in today's original body", and everyone is happy and self-assured.

Oh, of course, only one of the largest beings was still unaware of the same lazy and relaxed atmosphere around him in the midst of the low pressure.

Until—

[Uh, this? This one...... It doesn't seem like it's part of my day-to-day job, Pepe. 】

Lamizan looked at the message he had just received with some suspicion, no, very suspicion, and turned to Perturabo for confirmation.

[That's right.] That's the work you're assigned to do today. 】

The Border Collie replied indifferently to his body.

Needless to say, anyone could see that Peturabo was in an unusually bad mood today.

Ahlin added 37 degrees Celsius of hot milk to his furry father's bowl, and then added a new hot mandarin duck latte to everyone's cups, and his movements became more and more light (tiptoe) dexterous (hand) dexterous (tiptoe) (foot), even the emperor's son's court swordsmanship master would praise him when he saw it, "This iron warrior is really different, are you interested in learning our swordsmanship?"

Vannus has sunk himself into the shadows early in the morning, only occasionally opening his eyes in the dark shadows and glancing back and forth, or helping to go out to deliver documents to show that he does have a job at his post, and is not a pet bird who just eats rice and watches good shows.

[uh...... Are you sure? I really ...... this]

[There is no real fake, the Destiny Steel does not raise idlers, Lami Zane. 】

[Oh well. The demigod giant, who had inexplicably been the target of Peturabo's anger today, turned his neck, and unexpectedly turned his neck out of his cervical vertebrae with a loud "click" of repositioning of the joints that only mortals would have seen in their tired necks.

[Sitting at a desk all the time and doing paperwork is really bad for your health, it's time to get out and walk around.] 】

The mechanical servos and pistons of the original power armor LOGOS roared with joy and excitement in the test act of increasing the output, and Lami Zane walked to the side of the room, and the door behind the curtain slid silently into the wall from the side.

Precious or common metallic smells, steel, promethium, motor oil, maintenance oil and nano incense come to your face.

With the sound of a light on, the lights were turned on.

A private armory of the original that could no longer be described as priceless was presented to him.

"Then let's see if there's anything good to bring here......"

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Time:

M41-999-？？？

Place:

Hazy Star Field-Karasis Sector-Macrion Marchis, the silver skull warband mothership "Destiny Steel".

Objectives:

Lead an elite team of recruits to inspect and inventory the facilities and remnants of the B1-B13 decks on the lower deck of the Destiny Steel, remove possible hazards, and if possible, inspect the main sewers

Mission Members:

Your Excellency the Silver Skull Captain Ra (obscured) Ka (sizzling distraction).

Recruit Maxim Murvica

Recruit Igor Ryliko

Recruit Syrals Dio

Recruit Vitaliye Burga

Pharmacist apprentice Parogov

Unnamed and reluctantly forced to join the squad as a technical priest from the armory, codenamed "The Sage"

This ship features a Domita-class automaton

Mission Report: Waiting for the Squad Mission to be Confirmed - Drop - A report will be written and submitted to the Wargroup Leader's Office after the mission is completed

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It took much longer than expected to get to the entrance to the lower deck B1 maintenance access.

Although the Ronin code is used by default when communicating with the outside world and entering the port, claiming to be a modified battle barge, and the living forces carried by the ship are all "mech-looking mechanics" and "silver skull combat monks who claim to be ultramarines", and some people have carefully and enthusiastically disguised and modified it accordingly, the fact that the Destiny Steel-Iron Blood is essentially a Glorious Queen-class ship cannot be completely concealed by claiming to be a Moon-class.

So the group had made forty-five and a third of their way through the empty self-propelled passages and elevators that were visible to the naked eye in increasingly strange temperatures and maintenance since they had set out from the rendezvous point at the rendezvous point, but had not yet touched the door to the maintenance entrance to Deck B1, the target facility of their trip.

"Okay, I can't help it, I'll start with that. Isn't this place a little too big to imagine? Who knows how long it will take us to get to the entrance to that deck? ”

In the strange silent atmosphere of this strange squad, someone finally couldn't help but speak.

Maxim, as the captain of their squad, stood up to the expectant gazes of the others and replied, "I think we should be there the last time we take this elevator, Your Excellency, Commander." ”

"Well, thank goodness we're finally here. Well, Maxim, in this operation, if I had not given the order to correct it, then the work of assigning duties and formations to the operation would have been done by you. ”

"Ah...... I mean, Your Excellency, in the presence of you, it is not in accordance with the Holy Scriptures for me to do this, should I ......?"

"The Holy Book decrees that you must obey my orders on such occasions, and now this is my command, Maxim, to arrange everything before we go in."

Cloaked in illusion camouflage body camouflage, wearing heavy modified Terminator armor, and carrying his war hammer upside down, Lami Zane cleared his throat with some courage, "This is also a sacred test for the warband!" ”

A look of fortitude and abruptness immediately appeared on the face of the captain of the recruit monks.

"Yes, I see, I'll arrange it, my lord."

There was a tooth-aching braking thud from the elevator's mechanical structure, and with a large amount of dust falling down their heads and faces, they reached the maintenance entrance to the B1 deck.

One by one, the team members stepped out of the elevator car, and with the Terminator in the center, the commander of the battle group, lined up in a standard tactical formation, and slowly entered the uninhabited and silent B1 deck maintenance space below.

It's cold, and as far as the eye can see, there is only empty darkness, suspicious dust and oil from nowhere, and a lot of debris that can't be distinguished from the original appearance.

"'Sage,' please add some light to us."

The priest muttered a few words of prayer in mechanical language, then turned on the searchlight on the intelligent robot.

A powerful pillar of searchlight poured into the space, but there were still more dark parts, and the pillar of light extended far away, disappearing into the infinite darkness.

Some uneven surfaces of unidentified objects reflected a glimmer of light, and everyone's eyepieces began to outline and mark the new terrain.

"Okay, then now release the servo skull, fly in standard reconnaissance mode, blaster guns for everyone, loaded!"

"Ahh

Wail!

Of course, there's a second chapter.,It's already in the yard.,It's going to be released later.

In addition, the skin man changed the medicine and bandaged a little better today, and it seems that the wound has hope of scabbing again...... Hopefully he'll get better, but being injured and not being able to shower makes him look a little rough

(End of chapter)