Chapter 98 The Best Thing

When Ahlin came to the office of the Chapter Master to deliver hot drinks as usual, he did not expect that from the moment he entered the door, he would be forced to perform some very thrilling ballet moves for a big guy wearing power armor and over 2.2 meters tall.

He held the tray in one hand and the documents in the other, deftly passing by a pile of very thrilling messy data boards like a giant dragonfly skimming the water, while being careful not to step on another pile of chess pieces and the ruler assassin sticking out of the side table - behind it were more piles of documents and chess pieces.

The aide's gold-rimmed black cloak was rolled up in his arms. After several difficult tactical moves, the Iron Warrior aide's feet finally landed successfully next to the desk.

Then he heard -

"Hmm... So it would be better to place two teams of iron ring robots in this position and let them be the vanguard?"

"Of course! They can be used as scarab terminators! This arrangement is the best!" The psychic advisor who spoke then quietly added "Should."

"As for the Iron Ring Guard Team... Of course, the energy is full, but they are all in super self-discipline mode now, which means that if any emergency occurs, they need to deal with it themselves in the first place, and then the uncontrollable situation will be fed back to me, and then the LOGOS will run and issue the processing method - it is said that there are so many steps, but it also depends on the actual battlefield situation. In general, it is true They are actually closer to independent combat, which actually worries me, for example, they may lack flexibility. "

"Isn't that just right? ! What are you worried about? ! As line-filling soldiers, they already have long-handled thunder hammers, energy-absorbing shields, and shield-linking locking protocols. Believe in them! They can do it themselves! Listen to me, push them all to the front to open the way!"

"Uh uh uh, as a vanguard, is their moving speed okay..."

"Use them as tactical fearless, don't worry about speed, just let the soldiers behind cooperate with their forward front line! Believe me!"

"I see..." Ramizann listened carefully to Utherma Atla's boarding course, who was getting more and more excited, and took notes.

Ahalin put down the tray of Reka coffee made with ancient medicinal herbs and buffalo milk and some snacks made in the shape of sawn wood discs on the table next to them, and then tried to treat himself as a steel vase as usual-but after listening for a while, he became more and more uneasy, or rather, he was hesitant to speak.

Of course, the psychic consultant didn't care about his nephew's thoughts at all. He saw the attendant who brought the snacks as if he had been pardoned, and immediately announced a break.

He put down the chess piece in his hand, ate a piece of snack and began to complain that it was not sweet enough.

Ramizarn looked at the notes he had just written down thoughtfully, and he noticed the attendant's small movements.

"Ahalin."

"Your will, our father."

"Do you have anything to say?"

"Uh... no."

Even though he had experienced so many incredible changes recently, from his own body to the original body's body, there had been great changes, and the content of his daily work, it can't be said to be completely different, but once he really met those eyes that were like light blue glaciers under the sun, Ahalin still - retreated.

Part of it was that he could still remember the precedents of Berossus and Dantioch. The punished people themselves were fine, but under the premise that serving in the Iron Blood was such a good thing, being forced to leave the current daily life because of trivial things seemed sinister and unacceptable; another part, although as an Astartes, he should not have such emotions, it was indeed because he was too scared.

Ahalin - as one of the Iron Warriors who was very lucky to have had a private communication with his Gene Father and Primarch and finally survived intact, he was very familiar with the terrifying feeling of oppression.

In his opinion, although the Gene Father had begun to return to the world from the appearance of a demon in all aspects, he became more like a human, more like ten thousand years ago - even deep in his heart, he felt that the situation might be better than ten thousand years ago - but the essential horror was still there, and it would not change.

That was something deep inside that their Primarch had injected into the blood of each of his descendants since he began to create gene seeds. Compared to other descriptions, the closest description is that it is a hidden fear instinct of a huge thing that can devour "oneself". Although some people can overcome it, it is not without reason - there is always something accompanying it.

But in most cases, this instinct still works normally, just like now, Ahlin dare not look directly into those ice-blue eyes, although he knows that they are now filled with the best things that the Iron Warriors never dared to dream of before.

But that invisible sense of oppression is still clamoring, just like his instinct is very strong and certain to tell him that as long as the father opposite is willing, he can immediately "assimilate" Ahlin, yes, "assimilate", the aide-de-camp does not know if there is a more appropriate word, just like the underlying execution priority of a program is always higher than another at the moment they are written. If he wanted to, he thought, he could instantly turn me into a Dreadnought, a Ring of Iron, a senseless and fearless servitor, and kill Ahrin once and for all on some level, without the Lord ever having to lift a finger.

"Ahlin?" The voice of his gene father sounded again, like some kind of mellow and bitter crimson spiced black tea, with a hint of concern, "Do you really have nothing to say?" He even added gently, "It doesn't matter, if you have any suggestions for our discussion, you can say it."

The mortal youth who was rolling the third layer of honey and soy powder on the dessert seemed to chuckle with a lot of fun.

But I am willing to die for it now, because it is the best thing that I dare not even dream of. Ahlin thought. He pursed his lips hard.

"Yes, my lord." The attendant, the war blacksmith Ahlin, heard his trembling voice breaking the silence in the office, "I think I have some small experience in this kind of war chess deduction, and I would like you to evaluate and teach me with the Maatra advisor."

"In addition," he added selflessly, "I think you can summon all the guards officers to issue your orders and let us know your goals. All of us will be very happy to charge for you and win any victory for you."

He paused and emphasized his tone.

"Any victory."

Quack.

It seems that the fresh water milk with strange ingredients (it seems to have Chinese medicine in it) yesterday really caused problems with my stomach (his face was hideous)

I hope my stomach can hold up until the end of the month (

Then it means that the author has received a series of invitations from relatives for wedding banquets, birthday banquets, etc., which will be around the weekend of the first week of January. I may take a day or two off at that time