That's impossible.

This is absolutely impossible.

It's not right.

This is not right.

But if it's so sinister here......

He had to get to the original body right away! And a warning to other companions! The boat ...... Maybe it's even more sinister than a wrecked spaceship! That's right, warn!

Dauntless subconsciously wanted to use the communication port he had installed for him by the mysterious red-robed sage of the Iron Blood to ask his other comrades--this line was so convenient that he had already begun to get used to it in a short period of time - and immediately reacted - what if this thing was one of the sources of his strange hallucinations?! Very suspicious!

Before ruling out the device, which did not belong to him, Sklar could not guarantee that the messages or airwaves he sent would not contain anything worse, and in the event of a high probability that there would be a problem, because of his special identity, the allies would lose their vigilance and all of them would be infected...... Or the example of total annihilation, he has seen and heard too much, too much.

This is how the profane evil spreads and the pollution of chaos is pervasive, everywhere, and inconceivable.

Then things are getting worse now. This external port device is currently securely mounted in a secluded location under the reactor exhaust ducts of the Dreadnought, well, if you describe it as a human body, it looks a little below the shoulder blades.

O throne! At the time, Skrall even boasted that the sage's choice of position was very clever, and it would not affect the original pipeline arrangement, shooting, and action at all......

But he's a dreadnought, and even if he's a contempt, and an antique contempt, he can't go against the laws of physics to reach out and scratch his back - not even a well-limbed armored Space Marine......! Huh?

Sklar felt himself cold, but the fear was suppressed by other more important things, and he still carefully "touched" the strange touch on his "fingertips".

Then the second company commander's eyes widened, and suddenly, he "waved" the "hand" that only had touch in front of his sensor helmet.

"Let me see you for who you really are! Bastard!! ”

The Dreadnought-only Kreess Storm assault gun, which had been replaced and maintained with a new barrel, emitted a distinctive, reddish gunsteel-colored shimmer before his eyes.

Ultra-high rate of fire, six rotatable barrels, separate gun chambers, driven by an electric mechanism for circulation, due to the extremely high rate of fire of hundreds of rounds per second, the temperature of the barrel when firing at high speed can exceed 300 degrees Celsius, so it is made of an alloy of heat dissipating ceramic steel and pure gold, which is extremely heavy, plus a sophisticated servo system, the amount of ammunition that only Dreadnought can carry, and its own recoil compensator and stabilization device make it one of the favorite weapons of the company commander Sktor after being buried in the iron coffin.

It has accompanied him on his many years of expedition under the command of the Emperor and the Primordial, bringing a reaping storm of death and destruction to countless worlds and countless lives.

That's right.

That's how it should be.

But he (Terra dialect foul-mouthed) was definitely "touching" the same "touch" with this Krees heavy assault gun as he had when he still had fingers!

What is this?!

He swung his beloved weapon vigorously, it was so familiar in every way, it didn't change, it was still a cold, silent, relentless metal masterpiece of killing and violence.

Sktor snorted coldly, and the sound of the assault gun's diamond-tipped metal bomb loading resounded crisply in the room.

"In the Void Ship Battle, nothing can withstand its rapid fire." The second company commander said to himself, "Come on, whatever you are, I will crush your schemes!" ”

Long tongues of gun flame erupted violently from the muzzle of the assault gun, accompanied by a loud firing and a crisp clanging of bombs.

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[Well, Captain Watt just reported to me the damage in the newly completed Dreadnought VIP suite...... I really don't understand, are the dreadnought old people really so short-tempered? As a veteran who rarely sleeps and is emotionally stable, and holds important officer positions, I originally thought that he should be in relatively good physical condition and emotionally stable, and I thought that I must treat him well......]

[As a fearless Astarte, his maintenance has been so good that Iron Heart must have some special secret skills in life prolongation. Temper ...... It's really not a bad one. Maybe he's just not used to your hospitality, I think. 】

[Huh? And someone who doesn't like hospitality after a terrible long journey? I went out of my way to install a bathroom for him! Super comfortable big bathroom! With massage and scrub function! I also carefully designed the sofa and fruit basket! The bed is also carefully built by me according to the dreadnought size and weight! 】

【…… I think I know a little bit about why the house of worship has suddenly become more crowded lately...... Looks like it's going to install some new monitors. 】

[Huh? Was the chapel originally a model product? I thought that even though Robert Jr. wasn't there, Kevin Lee was very diligent in maintaining the facilities and the daily worship service. 】

【…… Don't worry, I've nailed one of the biggest statues inside to make sure he doesn't run around. 】

[Isn't going to the chapel just to pay attention to a sincere spirit? You put the statue ...... Belch...... Wouldn't this pinning really cause any horror story development? Sounds a lot like some kind of ...... Wait, who did you nail? 】

【…… We're a silver skull warband, so what's wrong with a little calvary-style decoration in the hall of the display. 】

[I don't really understand what you're saying, but it doesn't seem good, are you really not secretly doing anything bad behind my back, Baby Peturabo?] 】

[Of course, I swear to God, I never did anything bad. Ramizane. 】

[Hmm...... All right. Don't let me catch you doing bad things—Pepe. Then again, we really don't need to send someone to ask Company Commander Skrall if he needs help, and perhaps, let Magna take some time to go on a part? 】

[No, he's just strong-willed—I mean, he's just a bit old and stubborn and not very receptive to the new things you offer him, but as long as he realizes that these facilities are so convenient and especially suitable for old age, he'll be happy to try them out soon.] 】

[You're right! I feel that life on the Iron Blood has become more and more convenient lately, and I hope our new guests will settle in here as soon as possible! Then I can ...... Boom! Boom! That's Saul Tavitz! Grieve! Garvel Loken! Hee-hee-hee-hee ......】

The black and white dog didn't make a sound, but quietly glanced at the data fluctuations on a monitoring screen that was always on on the side.

Truly.

Sklar is indeed a strong-willed and tenacious fighter.

Under the influence of someone, who has become more and more powerful and obvious recently, he can also be aware of the "sense of disobedience".

But it's useless, it's just a matter of time. Here, Perturabo thought to himself, the iron pieces scattered on fate will be attracted to assimilate by larger and larger magnets, and the more coincidences there are, the more coincidences will occur, and he is like a pearl......

(End of chapter)