At last cautiously sent away the already pious (?) And serene (?) Skral was back alone after realizing the deranged and deranged from the skull helmet when he looked at it (the tradition of many warband priests was not to take off the helmet in front of the other warbands), but after realizing that the deranged Brother Likevin, who was a little calm no matter how he looked at it, Company Commander Skrall was back to his own.

He paced back and forth in the comfortable room a few times, thinking about what he had seen and heard since he had boarded the Iron Blood and what he had done next.

First of all, Ms. Saleen, herself, and her think tank brothers have made a very simple and easy-to-understand list of interactions with a certain Primordial, and have been using Iron Blood's magical shared wireless network transmission technology to report back to him every five minutes, including charts, text, and video with sound effects, which allows Daring Do not have to rush to the scene, and allows him to switch to some official business from the Ark of the Desert.

But.

He thought about it again, and in order to take advantage of this convenience, he finally allowed the Techno-Sage sent by the Iron Blood to install additional ports and receivers for him - it was a mystery how the Iron Blood would still have a techno-priest still wearing Martian red robes - to be on the safe side, the technical members of the Warband who had served Iron Heart for a long time on the Desert Ark had sternly demanded that the other party open the source code to them in order to detect if he had malicious intentions harboring evil intentions in his data, such as carrying Iron Plague or Chaos Waste—well.

And the mysterious red-robed sage of the Iron Blood, who was very generous and crisp, agreed immediately, which made the technical sergeant of Iron Heart and the mechanical priest even more vigilant and vigilant.

After making all the preparations and cautiously trying to connect to the wireless network space that the red-robed sage had opened to them for the first time...... Skral covered his face as he recalled, but his superhuman memory and faithful footage still reminded him of the ...... of the Martian crew at the time Manifestation.

After connecting to each other, they were all stunned at first, until Skral even began to worry that they were collectively being destroyed by the Waste Code Shock, so he called them out - and then he had the pleasure of admiring how the steel bodies of the Tech Priests and the Mechanical Clergy could behave in a humiliating way to beg them to allow them to join the Iron Blood's Armory Research and Development Facility as a minor trainee researcher immediately, immediately, and immediately.

Seriously, the sage offers nothing special other than being very easy to use, stable, smooth, plug-and-play that doesn't seem to require debugging, and is small......

Company Commander Sklar pondered, maybe there is some mystery here that only the people of the Cult of the Mechanicus can understand and marvel at? Or maybe he was once an incognito of a respected sage 10,000 years ago?

Well, neither of these situations is uncommon, after all, the members of the Mechanics even speak their own language. He sat down on the couch and naturally picked up a unique fruit from the basket - the nameplate next to the thing explained that it was originally called a banana, well...... This nutritious, easy-to-eat and delicious taste is wonderful, just to make his dry mouth feel some too sweet and uncomfortable.

His gaze turned to the teatray on the side: a good-looking pot of tea and a well-sized teacup were placed on it, and there was a very obvious switch button next to it, which depicted the teapot as it normally and after boiling, and two arrows, one pointing between the two icons, and the other pointing downwards to the button.

Well, that's pretty obvious, isn't it? He flipped the switch, and with a friendly "click" of the circuit closing, Skral's superhuman hearing heard the inside of the device begin to work in an orderly manner for his hot tea, and soon had a cup of tea that was just the right temperature to moisten his mouth.

He took two sips and narrowed his eyes pleasantly: this tea did not seem to be like a pale and tasteless Tanner tea, but a sweetness with an aftertaste in the rich bitterness of the floral aroma - he had drunk it at the Valhalla regiment station when he had not yet entered the dreadnought iron coffin to continue fighting for the cause of the Primordial Body, the Emperor and the Human Empire, and it was really called a-

Wait.

Sklar stared horrified at the silver round-mouthed teacup in his hand, which still had half a cup of tea still exuding aroma and heat, and looked completely harmless.

It now looked as sinister as the fragrant and transparent tea, like the corners of the mouth and the blade of the Secret Keeper, or the terrifying and dangerous cracked smile of the Great Impurity.

Wait a minute.

I.

I am.

I'm Sclar, the second company commander of Ironheart.

I already am.

I'm already a fearless contempt!!

How could I possibly do it......

There's something wrong with this place!! Those demonic energy reactions!!

When Skral regained his awareness of this with a cold body, he immediately threw the teacup in his hand as fast as he could, and jumped to his feet.

Several of his main sensors monitored the curve of the tea spill all the way, watching it splash onto the cosy thick carpet, the cups clanging on the floor and bouncing a few times before rolling forward until they hit the bathroom door before it shook and stopped.

Nothing happened.

The tea did not turn into a strange poisonous liquor made of strange materials, nor did it become a pus soup full of germs and pestilence, and the teacup was still a teacup, and the mouth of the teapot on the table was bubbling with wisps of white steam.

The room was still the same as when Kevin Lee left.

Only Skrtor, a fearless man of all ages, hunched over his back like a frightened cat in the comfort of his room and blew up all over his hair - the weapon system of his whole body.

The seasoned veteran had loaded all his weapons, and the sensors all over his body were frantically scanning the room for flaws in the room where there might be no survivors or any illusions of camouflage.

No, not here, not there! That's impossible! When pigs fly!

No, if you can't find a flaw, then maybe you should leave the house for a while...... But the dreadnought's slow walking speed is a fatal problem at this time.

The servo on Dreadnought's waist hummed and he cautiously took half a step towards the door, his upper body spinning vigilantly, and the fire targeting system on high alert.

One-step.

Nothing.

Two steps.

The door is coming soon.

Three steps.

Still nothing...... Wait.

Sklar blinked, letting the sweat from his forehead move away from his eyelashes, the speed of displacement on his retina was clear.

He seems to be moving, moving at the "normal" tactical movement speed of an Astarte.

(End of chapter)