Chapter 47 Let's Play Another Game of Chess

Destiny Steel

Tenth Company Station

Visitor's residence

"Ventris, what on earth happened outside?" Pasanius was playing chess with him in Ventress's room. The two Ultramarines were discussing together when young people from the 10th Company came to him. Inform them of their unusual schedule today.

"You can't go to the training ground or the gladiatorial cage at the moment," Pasanius seemed a little idle. "There's no new news, and it's almost dinner time, but the order prohibiting leaving has still not been lifted. signs.”

Ventris glanced at him and said half-jokingly, "Pasanius, are you a little addicted to the food and drink here - I mean, have you gained weight again?"

"That's impossible! In addition to the time for confession and prayer, I spend at least twelve hours every day going to the training ground to shoot and practice fighting with this group of recruits!"

"Hahaha... I know, I know, my friend." Ventris closed the manuscript in his hand, "Just kidding. As an experienced Ultramarines veteran who is much larger than them, I think , Your close combat teaching to our young brothers is quite effective."

The first four Captains of the Ultramarines stretched themselves out on a comfortable lounge chair specially made for humans of Astartes or larger size.

To be honest, Ventris had already been partially mentally prepared for the special culture and environment on board an ancient battle group's mothership that had returned from an expedition for thousands of years.

But in fact, after staying here for a while, he seemed to understand a little bit how these soldiers maintained a good mentality during such a long period of time away from civilization and the Star Torch - in terms of maintaining food and environmental comfort, this place is really It makes people feel at home.

This was not only different from the customs on Macragge, but also very different from the many brother warbands he had seen and known that advocated asceticism and discipline.

Although he and Pasanius were sentenced and exiled by Calgar and other Masters, deep down Ventress still knew what the real reason was. Although he was the judge and the redeemer, They are all for the Codex Astartes, the Ultramarines, and the continuation of honor.

It was a good thing that the brothers of the Silver Skull were not a sub-chapter of the Imperial Fists or some founding order, Ventris thought, and that they, like him, were shadowed in the bloodline branches of the great Guilliman.

Otherwise, it’s really hard to say whether they will be accused of some not-so-good accusations by certain institutions or personnel immediately after returning to the empire...

He had seen several veterans with silver skulls from a distance (for some reason, they were reluctant to get close to others), and the aura of an elite who had survived a hundred battles was in his eyes, as he was also an Astartes. Out of his own intuition, Ventris did not think that these veterans could accept the accusations and investigations from the empire very calmly.

The result would be too bad.

"As guests on their ship, our actions should follow the master's wishes unless necessary, my brother."

Ventress pushed the regicide chess board in front of Pasanius.

His blond comrade muttered, "I guess you're right, Ventress, let's play another game of chess."

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The Iron Warriors have been shocked for the first time in several minutes.

"Damn! Damn the damned! Are we really attacking an apothecary's workshop defended by a new recruit on our own flagship?!"

Once again narrowly dodging several cans of biochemical acid that splashed upon the ground, Dassadra squatted behind the makeshift trench and complained, "This is so embarrassing! So many of our veterans were actually killed by an Imperial Fist." The little brat was here for a full, three minutes! He even had the face of Roger Dorn! If my father knew about this, we would all be stuck on the wall and no one could escape! "

"If you don't stop talking nonsense, the time it takes for him to successfully stop us will be four minutes." Shanto said quietly from the side. There was an impressive corrosion pit on one side of his leg armor. , the shadow edge of the pit and the cracks that continued to emit white smoke inside made the muscles on one cheek of the war blacksmith continue to twitch, which also explained why they had to avoid that simple acid weapon.

"The ammunition of the mechas will not be exhausted for a while, but according to my calculations and simulations, our next concentrated attack will be able to destroy their shooting weapons. When the rapidly cementing poisonous mist at the door dissipates, we We should carry out fire cover and charge - I doubt that this kind of fog can be ignited with the level of insidiousness that boy showed in the past three minutes."

"Although this is what I want to say, I admit that you proposed it first. Considering that all of us are huddled together in this passage, I do not recommend using certain weapons to test whether this theory is true. "

"It's unbelievable. How did the terrain here become so restrictive for us in such a short period of time? Our heavy weapons and the number of people who charge can't be used. After the charge, those who use the iron ring's battle shield and gravity hammer can only Able to force close combat."

"Aren't you wearing tyrant-style Terminators? Why, are you afraid of sacrifice?"

"If it hadn't been for this situation, Shanto, I swear I would have personally pulled your head out of your neck and stuffed it into the hell beast's ANUS."

"Thank you for telling such a humorous joke, Dassadra." The expression and eyes of the war smith seemed to have reserved Dassadra's two hearts, "but I think maybe they will like your two hearts a little more."

"Our ancient and reliable heavy artillery can blow open the gate of the false emperor's palace. It is naturally not difficult to blow this place to pieces. The arsenal of Dassadra and I can do it. But I want to know, if we do this, who will meet the Primarch afterwards to explain to him why the flagship of the Lord of Steel was blown into a big hole by his son from the inside?"

Soltarn's eyes wandered over the faces of the officers one by one.

The war smiths all shut up.

"Organize your champions, everyone," the old stonemason's respirator made a heavy sound, "This is probably the only trick he has in such a short time. The close combat will not last long after rushing in."

"Ha, I remember this kid has never even been to a fighting cage."

"Maybe I should replace the chainsaw axe with an ordinary axe, so as not to accidentally chop off this precious head."

The strange-colored smoke finally began to dissipate gradually.

The last major door began to reveal its outline.

The bloodthirsty light shone in the eyepieces of the Iron Warriors.

"Wait! This, this is impossible!!!"

The data of a target that should never appear here emerged from the figure at the door.

Quack!

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