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"Slow down the attack? But, my lord, why?"

Helbrecht was puzzled, and the Supreme Marshal's eyes were about to burst into flames: "My lord! Your plan is obviously very effective!"

Even Pedro asked with doubts on his face: "I agree with the Supreme Marshal, my lord, isn't the effect of the curse of flesh and blood very successful? If we continue to use it according to the predetermined plan, then the entire galaxy can be destroyed." Take it back from us!"

Only Sicarius did not speak, and the second company commander of the Ultramarines stood silently at the other end of the command room, frowning and looking at the star map thoughtfully.

"Because we can no longer use this dangerous weapon." Steve smiled wryly.

Just yesterday, he was confidently planning to use the Curse of Flesh and Blood as his main weapon. But now, he changed his tone and called the curse of flesh and blood a dangerous weapon. The contrast between before and after is simply astonishing.

"My lord—" Helbrecht obviously wanted to argue, but Pedro raised his hand to stop him.

The Chapter Master of the Crimson Fist obviously realized something.

Sure enough, Steve continued to explain: "The curse of flesh and blood has attracted Nurgle's attention."

The command room suddenly fell into silence.

"It happened solely through my failure to do my job."

Steve said seriously: "I misjudged the situation on the battlefield so that Nurgle observed this terrible weapon. After this mission is over, I will report the truth. But for now, we still have to focus on Above the quest. Sicarius, any news from the Eldar lady?"

"Tear face is approaching."

The second company commander shook his head: "The same sentence has not changed. However, according to the detection of the pattern, there is no accompanying ship behind us. The detectors left on the Faith Messenger did not report to us about the News of the orc ships."

"That Spirit Race is indeed lying."

The Supreme Marshal raised his right hand sullenly and clenched it into a fist. The metal made the sound of rubbing against each other, and the holy oil made the surface of his power armor glisten: "My lord, this can't go on anymore. Since the death of the beast named the old captain, she has been giving us wrong information, tearing face Or maybe they won’t come at all!”

"She's probably just fooling us!" said Helbrecht in a low voice.

"I apply to deal with her, my lord. There are many monks in the Black Templar who are very proficient in interrogation."

"The possibility you gave is not unreasonable, but this matter does not have only one direction of development, so, Pedro, Sicarius, what do you think?"

Across the thick projection iron table, Sicarius and Pedro looked at each other, the latter nodded slightly, and spoke first.

"I think we should be more cautious in our attitude towards Ms. Laris. First, she belongs to the Death Army. The leader of the Death Army, Inphraine, has reached an agreement with Lord Robert Guilliman. For now, The Eldar and the Empire are allies."

Pedro Canto frowned cautiously: "I can't think of a reason why she deliberately wasted our time. Besides, if her purpose is really just this, why don't we go directly to confront her? There are patterns existence, she cannot lie."

Steve nodded slightly: "Sicarius?"

"I don't have any particular opinion, my lord. The suggestions of High Marshal Helbrecht and Pedro Chapter Commander are both reasonable."

Cato Sicarius deadpanned: "As for me... I just hope that the gossip on the ship will stop, she was not in my room with my permission, in fact , I have been resting in the common lounge for two weeks in a row."

His expression gradually became aggrieved, and then he closed his mouth.

In the command room, the conversation between several people was smooth and rapid. Although there was a small episode, that did not prevent them from finally reaching a consensus. Unfortunately, they didn't know that there was a person standing outside the door of the command room who listened to the entire conversation verbatim.

It was Frank Castle.

He turned and left without saying a word, his expression was as numb as ever, and his eyes were stagnant. But he wore a combat dagger and a special bolter on his waist. He walked quietly all the way to the door of Sicarius' room, then raised his leg and kicked the door open.

Amidst the violent, almost-explosive sound, the door that was specially strengthened and even covered with a protective magic circle was kicked to pieces by him. Without the slightest hesitation, Frank rushed in following the flying debris. The combat dagger was unsheathed in an instant, and then it was raised abruptly.

The tooth-piercing sound of metal rubbing was fleeting, and a dexterous figure lowered her body, and her slender and powerful thighs erupted with unimaginable strength, leading her to jump up, instantly rushing out of the damaged area. the gate. But at the moment when he was about to leave, an iron hand grabbed his right ankle.

A hoarse voice said, "Where do you want to go?"

Frank waved his arm expressionlessly, pulled her back abruptly, and then fell heavily to the ground.

Lyris Hesperax, who was not wearing any armor, let out a cry of pain after the blow, and the instinctive reaction of the creature made her unable to avoid the pain. But a horrific killer like her always has a way of recovering from the pain and coping.

She clapped her hands back on the ground, and with this reaction force, she straightened her waist in a way that made the laws of physics almost cry, and jumped up. The two curved and slender daggers stabbed fiercely like poisonous snakes, and the target was Frank's eyes, but he stood there without moving at all, as if he hadn't reacted at all.

The dagger moved forward, piercing the air, but finally stopped when it was two centimeters away from his eyeball. It wasn't that Liz stopped her hand, but that her wrist was firmly controlled by someone, and she couldn't make an inch of it.

"The way you handle your knife reminds me of another woman, but she's much smarter than you."

Frank grinned, and twisted his right hand, causing Liz's hands to shatter immediately below the elbow key, blood and flesh flew across, and bone fragments flowed down with the blood. This time, she gritted her teeth firmly and remained silent.

"Do you know where she is smart?"

Frank smiled to himself, and let go of her, letting her out of bondage. But Liz flicked her hair at that moment.

The flaming red hair was combed into a ponytail, and the sharp barb tied at the end whizzed towards his eyes again. At this time, the second half of Frank's sentence just came out: "...see me , she will always run away."

"clang!"

Frank let go of his right hand again, looked at Liz who was kneeling on the ground, covered in blood, and threw the barb that he had pinched into a ball of twists. He knelt down, looked at the quiet Eldar, and carefully observed her reaction. After making sure she was shaking slightly with pain, the Punisher nodded.

"Sicarius is a good soldier, a good soldier, but you have been deliberately discrediting him. This is the first point of my dissatisfaction with you."

"Steve Rogers is a kind-hearted man. A lot of times, he would not choose some drastic measures, but you are obviously pushing an inch, and you don't even report to him in person. This is the second point."

"The third and most important point... who do you think you are? The Queen of the Night of Comoros? I want you to understand, Eldar, that there are two Primarchs and Two Chapters, you have no respect from us, if not for Robert Guilliman's sake..."

He stretched out his hand and shook the combat dagger in front of Liz's eyes: "You will be cut off by this knife the first time you see me."

After saying this, he stood up and walked out the door. Liz never said a word.

"Frank! What did you do?!"

Steve, who came in a hurry, looked at the blood on his body and the metal door that had almost completely disappeared. He turned sideways, let Sicarius in to clean up the mess, and then asked angrily: "You better not kill her! Otherwise, I will really send you to the military court, Liz Hesperak Silk is currently an ally of the Empire!"

"I haven't, Captain." Frank replied honestly, completely different from him before. "She was only slightly injured."

"Small injury?"

Steve glanced in, and the first thing he saw was Liz's horrible hands and the blood flowing everywhere. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "You call this a small injury?"

"She can't die, Captain. And there is a medical cabin, so she will only be in pain for a while at most. This is just a warning."

Frank put the dagger back into its sheath and said calmly: "Our mission has been delayed for so many days because of her. If it is for other reasons, then I won't trouble her. But she is obviously hiding something, so I come Yes, Captain. Please forgive me, that's just how I am."

Steve sighed.

Yeah, that's the kind of guy Frank Castle is.

If you ask him to investigate for information, he will probably kill everyone there, and then take out a piece of blood-stained intelligence software and give it to you. Everyone has their own personality, and Frank Castor happens to be the kind of person who "only walks in a straight line between two points". He does not turn or detour, and he only chooses the simplest and most direct way.

"Go back and write me a review, 30,000 words, detailing what regulations you have violated. Don't let Bonavia ghostwrite, don't let Wenzhen think up the template for you. I was with you last time in Turikalo Hand in the review of the star violating military discipline and sneaking out in the middle of the night to kill the rebels."

Steve took a step closer, raised his finger fiercely and pointed at Frank's face: "Also, you'd better think about how to explain to Robert. He is the one who needs to deal with various forces to maintain diplomatic stability. .....damn it!"

Speaking of this, he still couldn't help but cursed angrily: "You are attacking an ally, Frank!"

The punisher replied calmly, "I know."