"The specific coordinates are here?" Calvin looked at the imaging results on the holographic map, crossed his chest with one hand, and rubbed his chin with the other hand.
"Yes." Constantine said, looking at a small dot on the holographic map in the middle of the desert.
As the provider of the mission, he has the obligation to clearly explain the location and background environment characteristics of the mission to the Gray Knights.
"The ratio of land to sea on this planet is about 5:4, but the proportion of deserts on land accounts for an absolute majority of 80%."
"Huh? With such a good proportion, it can be inhabited with just a few adjustments, right? How did this planet become so abandoned?"
Calvin quickly discovered this unreasonable place. This kind of native environment that is highly similar to the human home planet Terra is rare in the entire universe.
"It's just a victim of geopolitics. It's too close to the asteroid belt. The Imperial sector administrators found that the economic value of developing this place was completely disproportionate to the cost of defending against nearby pirates. Two Astartes battles nearby
After the regiment's garrison failed one after another, they completely abandoned this place." Constantine explained.
"So the desertification here is natural?" Calvin asked.
"No, in order to prevent the pirates in the asteroid belt from developing this place into a home port, the Sector Governor, with the help of the Grea Forge World, issued a desolation decree, or a desolation agreement, here."
"What is that?" Calvin smelled a familiar smell just from the name.
"A powerful biochemical virus bomb, the effect is to decompose more than 90% of the world's organic matter within three weeks."
"Gan... is it so fierce? A biological version of the Extermination Order?" Calvin and his two brothers looked at each other.
"Ahem...Constantine, I think..."
Calvin decided to persuade the other party again. It seemed that this adventure was not necessary.
They must re-evaluate whether it is too dangerous to take the risk of having a movie with these motor oil guys in front of their house just to return a favor.
Constantine also saw what Calvin and others were thinking, or that a normal person would have such concerns at this time.
He did not wait until Calvin and others came to a negative conclusion, because once the will is formed, it is difficult to change.
He chose to interrupt the other party's thinking process before his will was formed, adding another layer of bargaining chips to the already agreed deal.
"As long as this operation goes smoothly, we are willing to ensure that the supply of psychic affinity metals to Titan will increase by 5% on the original basis in the next 100 years."
Calvin and the others were unmoved. After all, there were so many things at home that they couldn't even use them. The wealthy Gray Knights really didn't lack these supplies.
Seeing that the other party's reaction was not as expected, Constantine did not hesitate, and he neatly increased the pressure again:
"I have checked your latest needs for Mars. I have been authorized to make a promise to you - if you successfully complete this mission, we are willing to permanently station a set of gene seeds on the Demos micro-casting world accompanying Titan.
We are responsible for the training equipment, equipment maintenance and personnel training costs."
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Calvin and his comrades were silent. They suddenly understood how the influence of these technical geeks on Mars spread throughout the entire empire.
"This is so generous!"
"Promise him!"
The voices of Golden and Tariq rang in Calvin's mind.
It’s really no wonder they are so rash. Without him, it’s just too much.
So after a brief silence, Calvin had to face the boss from Mars with a professional smile amidst the expectations of his comrades:
"Ah, distinguished Father Constantine! Please be sure to tell the key points of the mission again!"
The scene in the preparation room once again returned to a lively atmosphere, or maybe even more lively than before...
The black ship quietly and covertly approached the unnamed planet from the direction of the asteroid belt.
Without intending to alert the enemy, neither fixed-point teleportation, which can be used based on large-scale auspicious scanning, nor drop pods, which are used in frontal kick-in combat, can be used.
It was the final decision after everyone discussed to release a Thunderhawk from orbit, and then let the Thunderhawk take the Gray Knights to sneak into the atmosphere and land in a covert manner.
In the desert world, it is always more lively at night than during the day.
A dune lizard lies quietly on the top of the yellow sand, using its two independently working eyes to enjoy its precious midnight time while on guard.
It is using its belly to absorb the dew that has condensed on the gravel due to the severe cooling. This is the only way to obtain moisture other than traveling to distant water sources.
"Buzz..." The sound of the Thunderhawk's engine swept across the low altitude. But its black paint made it difficult to distinguish it at night.
The frightened sand dune lizard straightened its tail and spread its four slender legs to escape.
But it was too late. In the dark night, a big hand fell from the sky and grabbed it and stuffed it into his mouth.
"What are you eating? Are you hungry?"
Calvin, who had just operated the jetpack and carried the Mechanic Priest, jumped off the Thunderhawk passing through the field at low altitude. He looked at Tarik, who had landed first and had a bulging mouth, and asked.
Behind Calvin, one by one, the Gray Knights were constantly penetrating the black night sky, descending into this uninhabited desert with the low roar of the jetpack.
"The local desert lizard." Tarik said to Calvin in the psychic channel.
His mouth is still chewing, but it seems that he doesn't really enjoy the taste of this stuff.
"Is it delicious?" Constantine asked curiously after receiving Calvin's explanation.
For this kind of question, the other party said he was too lazy to answer. The big eye roll he raised said a lot.
"Then why do you still want to eat?" Mechanic Priest became even more curious.
"He's looking for water." Golden came from behind and took Constantine's question.
"Looking for water?"
"Well, by eating local creatures, we can obtain the memory of local resources and certain abilities from DNA." Golden explained.
"And then"
"Then you will know the location of nearby water sources."
"You need this? The Astartes I know don't seem to have this need."
"Then we can avoid these water sources and the pirate troops that may be stationed there," Calvin said.
"Is this it? I've learned a lesson"
Only then did Constantine somewhat understand why, despite the powerful power of war machines such as the Mechanicus' steel-based Intelligent Control Legion and Titan Legion, they were still only responsible for auxiliary and logistical positions during the Great Crusade.<
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These Astartes are really the man named the Emperor, a complete killing machine created from the genetic level.
One or two is not impressive, but imagine that when 100,000 of these inhuman warriors descend on the enemy's territory, all you can do is pray for the other party and pray that he will not die.
Too ugly.
All their abilities and details exist for war and killing, even details like eating are no exception.
From a purely war perspective, even the sages of the Restoration Order who focus on destruction and destruction would probably have to give in to them, not to mention that these Astartes in front of them are the most special kind among them. Against this background, Constantine felt that he had more confidence in the success or failure of this mission.
"Bah, bah, bah!" Tariq finally finished tasting the "appetizer". While spitting out the residue and flesh and bones in his mouth, he planned the preset route on his data terminal.
At this time, the Gray Knights who had silently gathered around them all received the marching route planned by Tariq on their data terminals.
"From here, there is the smell of water vapor. If we follow this route and pass through the middle, we will pass through the death zone. We will not pass through any water sources." Tariq confirmed with them again on the public communication channel. After he finished speaking, Calvin, as the team commander, checked the status of the team and waved his hand:
"Let's go!"
All the Gray Knights formed a fan-shaped formation in silence and began to march towards the target.
The night has just begun and they still have plenty of time.