With Lady Lothar Salin entering the ritual center and maintaining a state of prayer and continuous calling for the genogen, while the Eighth Company Commander Endred Hal fell into a coma, and the First Company Commander Karn did not return from the long expedition with a retreat, as the current de facto supreme commander of the Desert Ark, the second company commander of the Iron Heart Warband, after escorting his Band's treasured think tanks here, carefully walked in the wide corridor of the Iron-Destiny Steel.

It's not that the corridors here aren't suitable for an ancient Dreadnought - in fact, most of the corridors and spaces here are built to be very "sarcophagus-friendly", making one wonder who actually uses some of the facilities here - but as a real 10,000-year-old Astarte, his certain war instincts can actually be said to have some "metaphysics" or, in the words of the hermit elder Volias, "it's because you have a good understanding of the beginning, the passage, and the The instinct of the end understands the essence of the subspace that has bordered on the way of battle. ”

Later, Volias and the others specially engraved a large number of runes and incantations on his dreadnought armor with special paint, both to amplify his combat instincts and to stabilize his internal psionic and biochemical abilities.

Therefore, there is no reason for Sklar's caution now, it is well-lit, sparsely populated, orderly, clean, and clean, but it is-

He always felt that as he walked here, there was a very serious feeling that some powerful being was watching over him, and there was more than one.

But if it was a demon, a lifeless, or an Ida alien or something, his multi-band ornibet and crystal grid imager would have been able to see something—oh, speaking of which, his ornithography had screamed to warn him of the demonic energy in or near the lower levels when he first set foot on some of the decks here.

But when he told this discovery to a young officer named Maxim, one of the overstaffed officers of the Destiny Steel, he gave him a strange look and told him that he might as well worry about his other "daily business matters" here, without worrying about the demons.

At the time, the other party said this, and then called a priest brother with a power armor livery who was not the Fourth Legion that Sklar was familiar with.

"This is the esteemed Reverend Brother Lee, and he will be the reliable liaison between us during your stay here, and if you have any needs that don't require special approval, Brother Willy Kevin's authority is basically available for you."

Company Commander Skral glanced at the priest brother, who had been silent since greeting him: a new black plating and human bone paint with black and silver trim on shoulder armor, a typical priest skull helmet, a winged skull scepter hanging from his waist, a stylized skull mask on one side of the shoulder armor, and a strange mark on the other: two odd keys in the talons of the Imperial Aquila cast in gold and silver.

Just as he pondered the meaning of the motif that had given him a slight sense of dissonance, Reverend Lee Kevin's serious, deep, reverberating voice rang out under the grille of his skull mask.

Well...... The brother had the voice of a very typical and stereotypical Space Marine priest, a very good blend of fanaticism and serenity, sanity and blindness, and Sklar grimaced in his amniotic fluid chamber that no one could see, and it was a shame that his voice and texture did not go to the Blood Angels, the Black Templars, or the Imperial Fist to preach for them-

Oh no, Sklar, who knew the three historic warbands relatively well, blinked, the words of the Holy Blood Angel might still think that his vocal range was too serious and not elegant and gorgeous enough, and the words of the Black Sanctuary might feel that his speed and tone of voice were too serene.

"Here we are, Brother Captain Skral."

Fearless was interrupted by Reverend Kevin's voice as he found them standing in front of a cabin room that looked like a mechanical sanctuary.

"Wait a minute, is it there? I don't remember walking so many times......"

Sklar was horrified to find that his displacement records did show that they had moved a long distance.

"In the great shrine, this is how space shows us the possibilities of ingenuity, or rather, because we use some ...... Advanced technology in space to improve security and confidentiality. ”

“…… Well, I see, shouldn't have asked, right? So where is this? ”

"VIP room for intrepid drivers."

“……？” Without giving Sklar more time to think or ask questions, the stern-minded priest brother stepped forward and brushed his face at the guard at the door - no, can your skull mask helmet also be used as a basis for face recognition?

"...... you?"

"Please come here, Company Commander Skral, Your Excellency Commander of the Battle Regiment considering that it is not convenient for the dreadnought mecha pilot to brush his face, so we are using the dreadnought component spectral acquisition technology here combined with voiceprint scanning and some confidential identification technology."

"W-What ......?"

The priest guided, or rather forcefully pushed one of Daring Dread's arms, a beam of light from the red electronic eye of the Ringman, and Skantor subconsciously tried to turn sideways or cover it, but the beam made a slight ablative sound on the surface of Daring Doo's body, and then went out.

"Beep - Teaser target data has been entered, Loading - Included: Former Twelfth Legion 'War Dog', now Universe Z*****-*****, Iron Heart Warband, Second Company Commander, Skral, Rating: Five-star; Special Performance: Thousand Slashes of the Speaker; Present Body: Dreadnought of the Contempt, Casting World: Mars; Date: 533-733, M35; Vehicle number: 8681-756-127-DR 081-12-12A; Material: Pure gold 85.4%, ceramic steel ......"

“…… Your hospitality is really ...... Unique. "I've seen countless worlds being sent to the cremation pyre of punishment, I've stepped on the decks of countless ships that have been conquered or come to their aid, and I'm no stranger to the mechanics' temple maintenance chambers and warbands' armories, but you're ...... This is indeed the first time I've seen it. ”

"Brother company commander, your information has been entered." His liaison officer replied, opening the hatch, "Please come in, and let me tell you a little bit about life here." ”

"Interesting." Sklar muttered, following the priest inside, as he felt a subtle revival of a human being who hadn't burned for thousands—10,000 years, "Let me see what you guys have here......"

(End of chapter)