"Hephaestus."

An extremely rare trace of uncertainty mingled with Cato Sicarius's tone, and the technical sergeant brother noticed this, but he didn't point it out, just returned, "What's the matter, Company Commander Sicarius." ”

"If this is some kind of trap or conspiracy against us, then I must say that no one who is behind the scenes can stop me from taking them today, and if possible, I will capture the master of this place alive, torture him, and ask him if there is more."

Although the Techno Sergeant usually secretly thinks that Company Commander Sicarius has the qualities of a great hero, but also has too many emotional weaknesses that are rare among Space Marines but too obvious among the mortals of the Imperial Guard, this time he wholeheartedly agrees with the other party's gaffe.

As he said this, the proud warrior clutched a master-grade blaster pistol in his hand, and while it looked really great in its own right, the main thing was that the throne and the makurag were there! There was a strange sticky sticker on it, and someone had written a line of words and a scribbled signature on it in the font of a manuscript of a sacred canon that Sicarius had only seen in a heavily guarded static position in the basement of the Maculag Reliquary: Temporary Use,.。

Could this be the signature of the original himself? Sicarius didn't know, but he knew that his trusty lord's helmet eyepiece clearly popped up with the Macurag database's entry into it, and it was identified as "the noble genetic protogen, the mark that Lord Otrama, Lord Robert Killiman usually adds to his temporary weapons".

From the shelves around him, he found the stimulation of this precious relic weapon to the second company commander, and even let him tell him that this casting world was too weird and weird to let them leave immediately, return to their battle barge, and then see if they drove in the opposite direction with all their might, and then pulled a full team back, or if they would go back and pull a full team back after a few rounds to indicate that they would go back and pull a full team back, while holding his Storm Blade, In these neatly arranged counters, he shook his head around like a large crescent bear who had stepped into a cornfield for the first time.

But he couldn't refuse! The extremely suspicious Space Marine, named Maxim, took them to this so-called departure hall and then told them, "Surrounded by our sample and small item display counters, huh...... Toilet...... No, coffee bars, drinking fountains? And the food supply office over there, company commander, you can take a look at it, and if you have a fancy it, you can put it in your shopping list before leaving the departure hall. ”

Sicarius was about to rebuke the strange Astarte for his gibberish, contempt, and rudeness to a noble warrior during the reception ceremony, but the next second the dazzling and unobservable labels of the contents of the various objects captured by his loyal and reliable eyepiece drew his anger away along with attention.

"It would be very detrimental to your future development if this kind of speech is recorded, company commander." The technical sergeant's prosthetic eye kept flickering, "But I can totally understand it. ”

When Hephaestus replied to the second company commander, his own description could only be described as embarrassing.

One of the Techno Sergeant's hands and all of his robotic arms were carefully holding boxes of precious antique ammunition, and in order to maintain their balance, he had to slow down his progress, but, really, man, couldn't move!

Oh the power axe of the Ohm Messiah! These rare, shocking bombs, hellfire bombs, plasma rain bombs, or inertial fusion bombs with the ancient gold insignia that mark them are like the different types of screws in the Martian screw casting workshop – if someone from Gutera knows a lot about fairy tales, he would say, like candy in a candy house – all over the place! Rows of shelves made of shiny transparent material, in the transparent top of the ammo box! All of them! The Techno Sergeant, with his discerning eye, even found a small box of unlabeled bombs on a corner shelf, but Hephaestus was pretty sure it was an extremely rare Raven bomb that could barely make its way anywhere else!

And that! Are the large and small shelves in the row in the distance all kinds of stasis grenades?! Isn't there only one known production-ready model of the Static Grenade?! Wait, is that a stagnant bomb next to it that has been improved beyond recognition?! How could anyone produce them outside of some secret production line?! Oh the Messiah! What the hell did all these Bella Karn mechanical priests do when no one knew about it?! Amazing genius has a new technological explosion, or is this group of lucky people secretly discovering some new static technology, STC?! Could this be the truth that they have become more and more reluctant to communicate with others in recent decades?!

Considering the often ill-intentioned verdicts and the presence of the Minotaur Warbands of the Imperial Interior and Ministry of Justice, the martial academic atmosphere on Mars, and the attitude of the inquisitors who were always trying to pick out some mistakes and burn something, Hephaestus seemed to feel deep down in his heart when he was shocked by his thoughts, that if this was the case, he might have discovered some of the truth about Bellakarn's recent retreat.

The other Ultramarines may be in a better situation than their two leaders, but they are also very good, because everything in this hall is nothing more than a trap for the Space Marines to lure them down, and really, even the smell wafting from the so-called "food supply" over there is telling everyone's taste detection nerves through the breath grid: come and take a look, there is a lot of energy, It is a food made up of complex impurities that are extremely beneficial to your superhuman physique, which is prone to hunger all year round, and will bring a delicious experience.

Sicarius swears he also smelled something very similar to some of the traditional Tarasalian bay honey cheese pastries his human mother would have made when he was a child, which even miraculously caused the confident champion, who usually only puts his own accolades first, to a feeling of nostalgia for 0.0001 seconds.

"We should not indulge in this, Hephaestus, the enemy's trap is a trap no matter how sweet it is," said the commander of the second company at the end, with a lot of hanging objects under his big red cloak, "but all the holy relics related to the original body must be collected and ceremoniously sent by the warriors of my second company to the underground treasury of Maculag." ”

"You're right, Company Commander Sicarius," replied the technical sergeant in Red Armor, "I feel much better now than I did when I first stepped here," his backpack was filled with almost extreme magazine boxes, "and now I'm more confident in taking on whatever comes next." ”

"Good," Cato Sicarius turned, his Lyman ear catching some kind of engine sound that Space Marines once knew but rarely heard these days.

"The throne is above."

He muttered.

Hephaestus looked over his shoulder curiously.

"Oh. I'm thinking, Company Commander Sicarius, if it turns out that this isn't a trap, then we should start thinking about a new exclusive trade agreement or supply order. ”

A completely brand-new-looking Stormbird gunboat entered the mooring before their eyes.

Wail.

Although there will be a big event, it's not the big thing everyone guessed.

(End of chapter)