White-gold flames erupted from the muzzle of the dreadnought assault gun and spewed forward, accompanied by a loud firing and a crisp clanging of bullets.

The direction in which Sklar shot to clear the way forward was clear: the exit – the wall next to it.

No matter what trap there is, or what sinister existence is ambushed, as long as it explodes and collapses, it will naturally be clear at a glance, and as for whether to consider whether it will instead blow up his dreadnought Adamantite alloy shell to an explosion trap that cannot be moved - with Skral's years of experience in void warfare, if the other party still wants to let this ship continue its free flight in this treacherous universe and subspace afterwards, Most of the devices in the trap would not have been buried with explosives that were large enough to blast him apart and at the same time had a great risk of blowing the ship into a leaky hole.

Of course, this is very much in line with the common sense of most Space Marines in the forty-first millennium, but unfortunately it does not conform to the common sense of the decoration of the Destiny Steel.

However, you can't blame the second company commander, after all, there is indeed no one in this universe who will be okay to consider the situation that a genetic prototype will secretly carry out such a drastic magic change on his flagship alone without any help from the casting world.

So.

Before the smoke cleared completely, Sklar stared closely at the red-glowing sensors that hit the spot, and they all told him the result: the room had just been hit by thousands of diamond bullets fired from an assault gun—almost intact.

That's impossible?! Scral looked again at the spectrometer's analysis of the composition of the wall in front of him: 90% ceramic steel, 9% steel alloy, 0.99% rare earth alloy, and the rest was an unknown component.

All right.

This road doesn't work?

Old Daring Daring narrowed his eyes.

This is...... Do you have to ask me to go out through the main entrance?

He thought about it for a while, digging out scenes from the bottom of his dusty memories that could be used as a reference, from the experience of the battles during the Great Expedition to the recent extermination of the Tyranids, no...... The more this happens, the more problematic it becomes, if he can blast through the wall as he expected, he will continue to be highly vigilant about what will happen next, but now this completely tells you that this way is not going to work, and there is no follow-up attack on him, which makes the experienced veteran rarely hesitate.

He thought, in this room where the air was scented with the fragrant smell of metasequoia leaves after artificial rainfall.

The breeze gently brushed his sideburns, and the post-rain weather in the Terra Upper Quarters wasn't good, making the roads muddy, but it was perfect for a walk after dinner under the dripping foliage of the cedar trees, and then return to the fireplace to sit down with a hot drink of golden cognac.

Skrall took a deep breath, the moist, cold air containing a tiny amount of ozone and the distant smell of stewed food made him seem to return to his forgotten childhood.

"Little Skral, there's gold cognac in it, it's your father's drink. Come on, this cup of hot chocolate milk is yours. ”

But he was not old enough to taste his father's cup.

The age at which Space Marines candidates are recruited is usually before the onset of puberty, after the completion of the modifying surgery at that time...... It's almost over. Forgotten. They won't have any regrets.

But suddenly he remembered his mother, who could no longer remember her face.

What's her name......?

Before he came to his senses, he found himself sitting on the beautiful cream-white sofa – which he found was made of sturdy leather and filled with elastic materials – and in his hand he was holding a glass of caramel chocolate milk mixed with golden cognac.

After 10,000 years of wind and frost, his cloudy eyes looked at the cup in his "hand".

The cup has a glass engraving that has been worn by time, a wide round rim, and a heavy bottom, which is exactly the one that his father liked very much.

The curling heat was floating above the rim.

Do you want to drink it?

He slowly raised the cup to his lips.

Calmly imagine the sweet, fragrant chocolate-colored drink in the cup dripping from the cold, hard, scarred surface of the dreadnought's central self......

Wait.

What it tastes like.

A sweet, malty-like aroma of alcoholic liquid mixed with cream rushed straight to his taste buds.

Is that what it tastes like......

I see, it's not as delicious as a teenager imagined at the coming-of-age ceremony.

Skrall put the cup down, and the boy said goodbye to his parents one last time.

"So."

He muttered to himself.

"In that case, huh? Then I thought, perhaps, ......"

He tried to empty his brain, bent his "arm" up, touched his back, and then tugged hard when he felt his target—

"As I thought, the character of this kind of place is still somewhat useful."

He threw the small, rip-off external Wi-Fi device to the ground, then lifted his walking foot — or his foot, whatever it was — and crushed it with all his might.

Skral then began to make contact and called out to his brave and reliable brothers.

Surprisingly, the communication was neither blocked nor interfered with, and the audio signal quality was better than ever—a little worse than that strange wireless network communication, of course.

Following his knowledge of each brother and the loyalty and reliability of the other, Sklar was the first to connect with the commander of the 7th Company, Naklo Baror.

Not only was the company commander one of the highest-ranking officers who had followed them to the Iron Blood so far, but he was also more reassured than the ninth company commander and his apothecary brother Oliposius, who had been in the infirmary without sending back any information that something was wrong.

"Balor, ***, where are you? Don't use the rooms or dormitories! Something is very wrong with this place! I'll send you the coordinates to come to me to meet, but don't come in right away! ”

Baror's voice came from the other side, "What a coincidence, Elder Sklar, we were about to pick you up." He sounded as calm as ever, but Skral, who knew him well, had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Pick me up?"

"Exactly," said Company Commander Balor, with a slight smile in his voice, "we're going to the officers' canteen, it's said to be a very memorable experience, and all the cousins have suggested that we must take you with us." ”

“……”

(End of chapter)