Warhammer: Start with a dog

Chapter 257 Interlude: Sklar’s ​​Wonderful Rabbit Hole Journey (3)

After finally carefully sending away the already pious (?) and peaceful (?) man who even smiled when he looked closely at the skull helmet (the tradition of many chapter chaplains is that after wearing the skull helmet, they are not allowed to join other chapters. After taking off his helmet in front of the battle brothers), but actually realizing that the crazy Lekevin brothers looked a little calm after that, Captain Sklar was alone again.

He paced back and forth in this comfortable room several times, thinking about what he had seen and heard after boarding the Iron Blood and his next actions.

First of all, the monitoring status of Ms. Salin, herself and her think tank brothers was compiled into a very concise and easy-to-understand interactive interface list by a certain original body, and she has been using the magical shared wireless network transmission technology of the Iron Blood to send him every five Reporting once every minute, including charts, text, and videos with sound effects, this saves Old Fearless from rushing to the scene in a hurry, and allows him to handle some official business from the Desert Ark at the same time.

but.

He thought again. In order to use this convenience, he finally allowed the technical sages sent by the Iron Blood to install additional ports and receivers for him. Speaking of which, how could there still be people still wearing Martian red on the Iron Blood? The Tech-Priest in his robe is a mystery - for safety reasons, the Chapter's technical members who had served Ironheart for a long time on the Desert Ark had sternly requested that the other party open the source code to them in order to detect whether he had malicious intentions in their own. The data contains evil intentions, such as carrying Iron Plague or Chaos Waste Code - hmm.

And the mysterious red-robed sage of the Iron Blood actually agreed very generously and simply immediately, which made the technical sergeants and mechanical priests of Iron Heart even more vigilant and vigilant.

After being fully prepared and carefully testing out the first time to connect to the wireless network space opened to them by the red-robed sage... Sklar covered his face when he recalled this, but His superhuman memory and faithful recordings still remind him of the performance of the members of Mars at that time.

After connecting, they were all dumbfounded at first, until Sklar even began to worry that they were collectively destroyed by the waste code impact, so he called them - and then he was fortunate enough to appreciate the performance of the Tech-Priests and Mechanic-Priests. The steel-modified body can behave in such a humiliating manner as to beg the other party to allow them to join the Iron-Blooded Armory R\u0026D facility as a small trainee researcher immediately, right away, and immediately.

To be honest, what the sage provided was nothing special except that it was very easy to use, stable, smooth, plug-and-play without debugging, and small in size...

Captain Sklar pondered, maybe there is some mystery here that only people in the Mechanicus can understand and marvel at? Or maybe he was a highly respected sage thousands of years ago who kept his name?

Well, both of these situations are not uncommon. After all, the members of the Mechanicus even use their own language. He sat down on the sofa and naturally picked up a unique fruit in the fruit basket - the nameplate next to this thing explained that it was originally called a banana, well... this nutritious, easy to eat and delicious taste, wonderful It just made his dry mouth feel some overly sweet discomfort.

His eyes turned to the tea tray aside: there was a pot of good-looking tea and a teacup of a reasonable size placed on it. There was also a very obvious switch button next to it. The pattern on it was exactly what the teapot looked like normally and after boiling. , and two arrows, one pointing between the two icons, and the other pointing down, pointing to the button.

Okay, that's pretty obvious isn't it? He pressed the switch, and with a friendly "click" of the circuit closing, Sklar's superhuman hearing heard the inside of the device begin to work in an orderly manner for his hot tea, and he soon got a cup of just the right temperature. The tea is very suitable for moisturizing the mouth.

He took two sips and squinted his eyes in pleasure: This tea did not seem to be like the bland Tanner tea, but had a sweet aftertaste in the bitterness of the floral fragrance - before he entered the fearless iron coffin. While continuing to fight for the cause of the Primarch, the Emperor, and the Imperium of Mankind, I once drank that stuff at the Valhalla regiment's station. It was really a -

Wait.

Sklar stared with horror at the silver, round-mouthed teacup in his palm that still had half a cup of tea still exuding aroma and heat, and looked completely harmless.

It now looks as sinister as the fragrant and transparent tea, like the upturned corners and blade of the Secret Keeper's mouth, or the terrifying and dangerous cracked smile of the Great Unclean One.

Wait a moment.

I.

I am.

I am Sklar, 2nd Captain of the Ironhearts.

I already am.

I am already a Contemptor Fearless! ! !

How could I possibly do it...

There is indeed something wrong with this place! ! ! Those demonic energy reactions! !

When Sklar realized this again with his whole body cold, he immediately threw the tea cup in his hand as fast as possible and jumped up.

Several of his main sensors monitored the curve of the tea as it spilled, watching as it splashed onto the comfortable thick carpet. The cup made a crisp clink on the floor before bouncing a few times and rolling forward until it hit the bathroom. The door swayed and stopped.

Nothing happened.

The tea has not turned into a strange poisonous wine brewed with strange materials, nor has it turned into a pus soup full of germs and plagues. The teacup is still a teacup, and a wisp of residual heat of white steam is rising from the mouth of the teapot on the table.

This room is still the same as when Kevin Li left it.

Only Skator, an age-old fearless man, hunched over in a comfortable room like a frightened cat exploded his fur—all his weapons systems.

The experienced veteran has loaded all his weapons, and the sensors all over his body are frantically scanning the room for any holes in the room where inanimate people may be hiding, or where there may be any illusions camouflaged.

No, not here, not there! This is impossible! Absolutely impossible!

No, if you can't find any flaws, then maybe you should leave the house temporarily... but Fearless's slow walking speed is a fatal problem at this time.

The servo on Fearless's waist made a buzzing sound of friction. He cautiously took a half-step towards the door. At the same time, his upper body was constantly rotating vigilantly, and the fire aiming system maintained a high alert state.

step.

Nothing happened.

Two steps.

The door is coming soon.

Three steps.

Still nothing... wait.

Sklar blinked away the sweat dripping from his brow and away from his eyelashes, the speed of the displacement unmistakable on his retinas.

He seemed to be moving at the "normal" tactical movement speed of an Astartes.