Chapter 708 1 Daily Trivia

Chapter 708 1. Daily chores

The young Emperor's Son Corporal Gius Xolani is meticulously maintaining his power armor.

The maintenance workshop was extremely hot. Due to the too narrow space, the temperature even made Astartes feel hot. Therefore, the corporal decided to complete this boring job with his upper body naked.

The fire light danced, illuminating his back and revealing many criss-crossing scars, large and small. They have taken over this young body who has only been in the army for 19 years, completely destroying the original well-proportioned muscle shape and leaving no trace of beauty.

And he enjoyed it like a cake.

He believed that a warrior's scars meant honor.

In the past, Kius was a brewing apprentice. He was already famous before being taken away by Sol Tavitz, the "Avenger", but this was not because of his superb craftsmanship, but because of that picture. Overly delicate face

After passing the selection examination, due to the implantation of gene seeds, he has now become more noble and handsome, with a pair of tearful eyes that captivate the soul. Although it greatly annoyed him and caused him much ridicule, it also put him high on the list of candidates for certain diplomatic activities.

Of course, he hated this, or these things, with a passion. He didn't want to be greeted with unnecessary enthusiasm at those banquets. Everyone in the Third Legion knew that young Gius Solani was focused on nothing but safeguarding the honor of the Third Legion.

Maintenance tools banged and sparks flew from time to time. Soon, the corporal completely repaired a dent left on his left arm armor not long ago. He looked at it for a few seconds, put the armor piece back, and began to oil and maintain the entire power armor.

This is also a hard job, but he does it with ease, and even has a sense of satisfaction in it.

Sixteen minutes later, he finally completed today's armor repair and maintenance. After confirming that it had been restored to its best condition, the young corporal immediately put on his training shirt and strode out of the maintenance workshop.

He walked quickly, shortening the journey that originally took at least eight minutes to five minutes, which allowed him to arrive at the training ground of the Tears of Defiance ahead of his team members. For a Lunar-class cruiser that was not an Astartes battle barge, the size of this training ground was very satisfactory.

Of course, there is no need to expect it to provide training servitors or other services. This is beyond the scope of the Imperial Navy. Although they can be asked to prepare in advance, it is definitely not the behavior of a true son of the Emperor to force others to do something difficult.

Gius slowly closed his eyes, took several deep breaths, adjusted his body and mind, and cleared his mind. It wasn't until he confirmed that he was in combat mode that he started practicing daily in an open space.

He has very high demands on himself, so he has already learned and mastered the use of four different melee weapons - and, judging from the self-requirements of the emperor's sons, this proficiency standard should not be underestimated.

But he didn't want to stop there, he didn't want to live up to the glorious name of the Emperor's Children. Driven by this strong sense of honor, he was determined to learn more skills.

At this moment, he was working hard towards this goal. Driven by this strong will, a heavy two-handed giant sword burst into a dazzling and fatal dance in his hands.

The agility and strength of Astartes were vividly displayed in it. Under the control of Gius's slender arms, the giant sword smoothly cut through the head of his imaginary enemy, and then rose again, fell again, rose again, and fell again.

The uncomplicated continuous slashes were surprisingly fast and accurate under his sword - a total of twelve slashes fell like a waterfall in less than two seconds, each sword slashing towards the head. , neck or abdominal cavity.

He concentrated on wielding the giant sword, working hard to improve his skills under poor conditions, and ignored the two people who appeared on the sidelines of the training field at an unknown time.

However, they have actually just arrived.

Like Kius, the duo also wore III Corps training jerseys. One has gloomy eyes, a serious face, and is tall and strong. The other one was slightly shorter than him, but looked much kinder. However, his left eye had been replaced with a scarlet prosthetic eye, which was a souvenir from the last legion competition.

Without a word they stepped onto the field, picked up their weapons, and began training.

The weapon chosen by the tall man is extremely simple, a combination of a one-handed sword and a battle shield. But each move is very sharp, and the pace is extremely steady. The person with prosthetic eyes uses a pair of swords, which is extremely fast, and his steps are constantly spinning, like a flexible dancer.

They were also focused on training, with only their imaginary enemies in their eyes. Their breathing was steady and long, their eyes were bright, but their sweat kept falling. It was obvious that the intensity was extremely high.

Gius, who had finished training at some point, stood aside and observed their skills. He nodded from time to time, frowned occasionally, but always remained silent. He didn't speak until their training was over.

"Bastaral." He spoke to the tall emperor first. "You can adjust the interval between attack and defense appropriately."

"Please clear my mind, Captain."

"In combat, the purpose of a shield is to restrain the enemy, not to allow you to give up offensive opportunities that may cause damage. Defensive counterattack is a strategy that will never go out of style, but offense is the best defense."

Bastaral thought for a moment, nodded slowly, and hammered his chest with his left hand holding the sword.

"Next is you, Ramitz——" Kius shook his head. "——Your problem is exactly the opposite of his. You attach too much importance to attack. Some enemies can see this, and once they see through you, the advantages of the dual swords will immediately become a fatal flaw."

"I will try to correct it." The one-eyed Ramitz replied, with only respect and seriousness on his face.

"Very good, then the training ends here. In ten minutes, change the power armor, wear weapons, and meet me on the bridge."

The two answered in unison: "Understood."

They saluted each other and left. Ten minutes later, they arrived at the main bridge of the Tears of Resistance accurately and met with Captain Gian Otar. He is an experienced Imperial captain and the fourteenth captain of the Tears of Resistance. He has served for thirty-three years, has made outstanding achievements, and almost never made mistakes. He is a role model among role models.

The young corporal likes and is eager to deal with such people. Although he has only served for nineteen years, he has conducted four patrols like this.

The first time, he was lucky. He met a strict female captain. That patrol ended with the elimination of a group of orc interstellar pirates. However, the second, third and fourth times were not so good. People can't always be lucky.

In those three times, the navy captains who were responsible for cooperating with them were either alcoholic bastards or violent madmen who beat, scolded and even shot their soldiers all day long. The last one was particularly unbearable, even to the point of being unbearable.

This captain was a nobleman who entered the navy by power and wanted to retire immediately after a few years of gilding. He was empty-headed and only knew how to indulge in pleasure all day long. Not only did he not know how to identify the star map, he even did things like playing and fighting with others on the deck without clothes.

However, this was also his bad luck. His family had paved the way for him. If it weren't for this accident, he could have enjoyed himself in the navy until he retired.

However, since the Ministry of Military Affairs assigned him to be stationed near Chemos, he and the ship that was unfortunately assigned to serve under him were listed on a list.

This list originated from a tradition: every year, the Third Legion Emperor's Children, based on Chemos, would send a three-man team to cooperate with the Imperial Navy in the sector to conduct a one-year patrol.

During this period, the team members would board the ship and act together with the fleet to resist any danger, detect and eliminate all potential crises, and forge honor together.

This is a good thing that kills two birds with one stone, especially for the Emperor's Children - their current tactics are extremely suitable for this patrol mode.

However, in order to ensure fairness and prevent factionalism, this patrol is a lottery system, which will try to ensure that every Emperor's Children and every fleet stationed in the Chemos sector will conduct at least one patrol to increase experience, win victory and honor.

This is a good thing for ordinary soldiers. Who in the Empire doesn't know that the Emperor's Children are all elite? And they are always charging in the front. Just imagine, how could a soldier refuse such a comrade? How could he miss such an opportunity?

But did the nobleman ever think of making achievements? He was almost scared to death at that time - but if he really died suddenly, it would probably be a good ending for him.

The reason is simple. After the patrol ended, the emperor's son immediately filed a lawsuit against the incompetent captain. Just two weeks later, he was shot for dereliction of duty by the commissioner of the Ministry of Military Affairs who heard the news, and many people were involved behind it.

As far as Kius knew, at least thousands of people died for this, four families were expelled, and the Ministry of Military Affairs ushered in a big purge.

"Good day, angels."

Gian Otar solemnly touched his chest and bowed, opening the prelude to today's affairs with thoughtful etiquette.

"It's been four months since the patrol began, and you're still punctual. Don't you feel bored when you come to the bridge to keep me company and stare at these radars, auspicious instruments and star maps?"

"It's my job, how can I say I'm bored?" Kius asked back. "Don't you do the same thing every day, Captain?"

Jian forced a smile, and this seemed to be the greatest outward kindness that his stiff face could give: "It's my honor to work with you - so let's get started."

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He raised his hand and pressed a button on the edge of the command table in front of him, and the light blue projection immediately rose.

The operator of the Thinker Array on the side of the bridge began to work twice as hard, his fingers kept tapping the keyboard, and the sound of dripping was endless. One after another, the data was collected and summarized, and finally presented on the command table, becoming part of the projection.

Kius watched attentively, even though the data analysis process was extremely boring, he was not distracted for a moment. His concentration certainly did not let him down. Soon, an abnormal data caught his attention.

And the next second, a voice began to echo on the bridge: "Report! We received an identification key!"

The captain frowned, turned his head to look at the three princes, thought for a few seconds, and waved his hand: "Unlock, identify, and search for the location of this ship to preheat the artillery and prepare the frigate."

The issuance of a series of orders brought more busy sounds. For a moment, the main bridge was as noisy as a street market, with the sound of instruments and shouts to the communication equipment everywhere.

But Kius was not affected by them. He was still staring at the center of the command table, where a data representing the unlocking process of the identification key was changing.

However, even he did not expect that this process, which should have been fast and concise, actually took the Thinker array of the Tears of Resistance a full ten minutes.

When they finally solved the answer in the high temperature caused by excessive calculations and presented the name and origin of the ship on the commander's table of Gian Otar, a sword-shaped black shadow had appeared from the asteroid belt on the right in front of them-the distance was so close that the torpedo did not need to be aimed very carefully.

"Report! We received a communication request! From, from-"

The operator's voice suddenly got stuck, as if he didn't know how to continue. This is an extremely rare situation for Gian's subordinates. These days, Kius has already recognized their professionalism in his heart.

But he understood the operator's shock at the moment, and he understood it from the bottom of his heart, not for anything else, but for the ship whose identification key had been resolved.

It was called the "Judge", and there was only one line of explanation in the information of the Tears of Resistance: from the Inquisition.

The young corporal heard the captain beside him taking a deep breath.

".Don't accept it yet." Gian Otar spoke slowly. "Pass my order, let all artillery cancel the preheating immediately, cancel the alert status of the frigate fleet at the same time, and-"

He turned his head to look at Kius.

"Captain?"

"I want to lower the void shield." Gian Otar whispered, his face pale. "Otherwise, I'm afraid it will cause some unnecessary trouble."

The young corporal frowned: "Why, Captain?"

He asked sincerely, firstly because it was unwise to do so, and the void shield was like armor for the ship. Secondly, he had never dealt with the Inquisition in the past, and he only knew that these people were arbitrary, powerful, and had a bad reputation.

Thinking of this, a trace of anger appeared on his face. Gian Otar saw it clearly, but could only sigh.

"Believe me." He said heavily. "The Inquisitors are not easy to talk to. There are good people among them, but the most I have seen are lunatics and bastards."

The Emperor's Son snorted coldly, took off the helmet from his waist and put it on. The eagle emblem shone, and the noble purple was dotted with golden majesty.

When he spoke again, his voice had become low and weird.

".Then let us wait and see, Captain. Please remember that the Emperor's Son stands behind you."

Gian Otar was speechless and could only smile bitterly.