"Our Master Zhan is in a good mood recently. He doesn't look as frowning as he was at the beginning."
Veronica, who was wearing a brown and black dress on the lower body, put the tea on her face and put the data board in her hand on the table while teasing Soshiyang.
"Hey, everyone said don't call me that, it's not good to hear it."
"What are you afraid of? Will anyone install eavesdropping devices here?"
As she said that, she pushed the data board in front of Soshyang.
"The summary of fleet rationing forms for next month is already here."
"Yeah, thank you for your hard work."
Soshiyan nodded, thanking Veronica sincerely. In fact, she was handling many of the fleet's chores during this period. Even many soldiers and logistics officers were surprised by her extraordinary computing ability and memory, and doubted whether she had installed a meditator sequence. Her thinking agility was not as good as a mortal. She could get results immediately without using meditator.
Although there are many space Marines in the fleet, everyone is generally not willing to deal with those trivial chores. Even if they have this ability, the Space Marines rarely need to use this brain after the Second Army. Veronica has played the role of the "deputy brain" of the Expeditionary Force in a sense.
Of course, Veronica's extraordinary concentration, memory and computing ability are not without a price. If she wants to keep her energy strong, Soshiyan has to pay some of her own "energy".
"I think you have worked hard. Every day, you have to deal with those Astartes who are more awkward in their personalities."
"Oh, this is what I do. What can I do? If I can, of course I want to be a private on the front line, and I just need to pull the bomb gun at the enemy."
"Yes, yes, commanding thousands of troops will make our dear Mr. Zhan very tired."
Feeling the gentle little hands kneading his neck and shoulders, Soshiyang closed his eyes slightly. He had no real rest for about a week. Although he was not tired, he was quite exhausted.
"By the way, the team sent by Doralqing has arrived in the Great Vortex area, and it should be near the Endingignon Star Cluster."
"So fast?"
"Although there is no internet channel in the Great Vortex Area, there are ones nearby, so it is faster than we are walking slowly like this."
"Yes, the Internet channel is indeed a good thing. If there is a useful Internet channel in the Great Whirlpool area, maybe there is a chance to give Huron a pot of water."
"According to Doralqing's instructions, the team will be on standby as the instructions after they arrive. When we arrive, we will give them new instructions so that we can be more safe."
Suddenly, Suoshiyang thought of something and opened his eyes suddenly.
"Well... wait? Veronica, how did you receive such a distant message?"
"Heya's magic talisman has the ability to transmit across the void. Although it is already a fragment, this function has been preserved, similar to your Star Speecher?"
"Hiss... there are so many think tanks in the fleet, don't leak the news."
"No, don't worry."
"Be careful, try to use this thing as little as possible in the future."
"I know~"
Veronica let go of her hands, walked to the table, and supported her hands on the edge of the table and said:
"I'll get you some desserts, made from Cergris' dairy."
"Um."
Soshiyang nodded, picked up the data board on the table and started browsing. Then Veronica walked out of the room from the side, which was her exclusive passage, and there were only a few people in the ship.
At this time, there was no one in the corridor. When she walked through a corner, she suddenly found that the lights in the other corridor on her right were turned off for some reason. When she accidentally swept through the darkness, she suddenly felt as if something was staring at her.
That feeling was like walking in a dark forest, looking up and seeing a black birch staring at her on the branch - she didn't know why she had such a strange association.
"who?"
She frowned and stopped, then looked carefully, but saw nothing.
Suddenly, the lights in the corridor began to illuminate.
There was no one there.
"Strange...illusion?"
Thinking that he had an illusion in the claustrophobic space, Veronica shook her head and walked away.
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"30 seconds before landing."
Among the various noises, the voice of the servant is even more noisy.
"Let's take action and praise the Emperor."
Grimadus felt the restraint device gradually tightening, the flight attitude of the entire airdrop cabin changed drastically, and the noise from the rear engine became louder and louder.
Suddenly, the entire airdrop cabin turned vertically, and the metal parts trembled and creaked.
With a loud bang, he realized that he and the power armor were under a huge impact, and the warning symbol flashed with amber light projecting on his retina-they arrived.
As the youngest joiner in the history of the Brotherhood of Swords, Grimadus is already extremely familiar with this feeling.
Accompanied by the sound of stones and steel breaking, the airborne cabin completed its mission, and the binding strips broke one by one. The soldiers took out explosive rifles from the mezzanine, and the baffles around them fell outward one by one, lifting up the dust and gravel around them.
"Please witness the battle we offer you, the Almighty Lord of Humanity."
With a low chant, Gremadus took the lead in walking out of the cabin.
Through the heavy haze, he saw that the stack of rocks and deserts covered most of the area, until the building structure surrounded by solid high walls, and the mountains in the distance were shrouded in flying sand, extending towards one end of the horizon and relatively flat stone wasteland at the other end.
"Download, be alert, concentrate!"
The warriors quickly formed a battle formation with the orders he issued, and their black armor and white crosses were particularly eye-catching in the dusty darkness.
The Black Holy Temple, a sub-group separated from the Empire's Fist during the Second Establishment of the Army, launched an expedition to all human enemies, whether they are aliens or heresies, in the name of emperors everywhere in the Galaxy.
This battle will be Gremadus' first time as the commander of the combat company, with twelve warriors under his command.
The Black Temple operates with coordination, precision and speed that mortals cannot understand. Through years of battles and fights, this extremely efficient mode of action has been deeply rooted in their bones.
The battle company quickly passed through the landing ground and came to the edge of the guard wall. Through the misty smoke and dust, Gremadus saw the stone patterns and arched doors and windows inside the dome building.
A group of people squeezed by the window with guns in hand, pointing their muzzles towards the sky, while others ran towards the turret-like fortifications scattered around them, which were equipped with heavy weapons.
Apparently they had realized that the angel of death of the empire had arrived.
Looking closely, the ground around the dome has been broken and cracked, and the building itself is also damaged, but through the cracks, lime building materials and stained gilt decoration are still clearly visible.
Chapter completed!