Warhammer: Start with a dog

Chapter 261 Interlude: Sklar’s ​​Wonderful Rabbit Hole Journey (5)

Platinum-colored gun flames were violently spit out from the muzzle of the Dreadnought Assault Cannon toward the front, accompanied by a huge sound of firing and the crisp sound of projectiles being thrown.

Sklar's shot cleared the way forward in a clear direction: the exit - the wall next to it.

No matter what traps there are, or what sinister existences are lurking there, it will be obvious as long as they are blown open and collapsed. As for whether to consider setting off an explosion that can blast his fearless adamantine alloy shell to the point where he can no longer move. Trap - Based on Sklar's many years of void combat experience, if the opponent still wants to let the ship continue its free flight in this dangerous universe and subspace, then most of the devices in the trap will not be buried here. It was an explosive that had a yield that could blow him away, but also had a huge risk of blowing a big hole in the ship.

Of course, this is in line with the combat common sense of most Space Marines in the 41st millennium, but unfortunately it does not conform to the common sense of decoration of the Destiny Steel.

However, you can’t blame the Second Company Commander. After all, no one in this universe would be okay to consider that a Primarch would secretly carry out such a mission on his flagship without any help from the forging world. The situation has been drastically changed.

so.

Before the smoke completely dissipated, Sklar watched closely at the impact point and multiple sensors that were flashing red and told him a result: this room had just been hit by thousands of diamond warheads from an assault gun. The walls - almost intact.

This is impossible? ! Sklar looked at the analysis results of the wall composition displayed in front of him by the spectrometer in shock: 90% ceramic steel, 9% steel alloy, 0.99% rare earth alloy, and the rest was some unknown composition, and he wanted to further analyze it. At this time, the auspicious machine spirit made a frightening roar.

All right.

Is this road blocked?

Old Fearless narrowed his eyes.

Does this...do you mean that I have to go out through the front door?

He thought about it for a while, digging out scenes from the bottom of his dusty memories that could serve as a reference. From the battle experience during the Great Crusade to the recent battle to exterminate the Tyranids, no... the more this happened. The more problems there are, if the wall can be blown open as he expected, he will continue to be highly vigilant about what happens next, but now this completely tells you that this road is dead, and he has not done anything to him. What kind of follow-up attack would make the experienced veteran hesitate in a rare way.

He thought, in this room where the air smelled of the fragrant metasequoia leaves after artificial rainfall.

The breeze gently blew over his temples. This kind of post-rain weather in the residential area on Terra is not very good. It will make the roads muddy, but it is suitable for people to walk through the dripping low branches of the fir trees after dinner. Went for a walk, then sat down in front of the fireplace with a hot drink of gold cognac.

Sklar took a deep breath. The moist, cold air containing a very small amount of ozone and the distant smell of stewed food made him seem to be back to his forgotten childhood.

"Little Skraal, that has gold cognac in it and it's your father's drink. Come on, this cup of hot chocolate milk is yours."

But in the end he was not old enough to taste the cup his father drank.

The recruitment age for Space Marine candidates is usually before the onset of puberty, after the transformation surgery at that time is completed... and that's pretty much it. Forgotten. They won't feel any regrets either.

But he suddenly remembered his mother whose face he could not remember.

What's her name...?

Before he came to his senses, he found himself sitting on the beautiful cream-white sofa - which he discovered was made of sturdy leather and filled with elastic material - and he was holding the Holding a glass of caramel chocolate milk mixed with golden cognac.

The cloudy eyes that have experienced thousands of years of wind and frost looked at the cup in his "hand".

The cup has glass engravings that have been worn by time, a wide round mouth, and a thick bottom, which is exactly what his father liked very much.

Steam is floating above the mouth of the cup.

Want to drink?

He slowly raised the cup to his lips.

Calmly imagine the way the sweet and fragrant chocolate-colored drink in the cup flows down from the surface of the cold, hard, scarred metal coffin in the center of Fearless...

Wait.

What does it taste like.

A sweet, malty scent of alcoholic liquid mixed with cream hit his taste buds.

Is this what it tastes like...

It turns out that it is not as delicious as a young man imagined at his coming-of-age ceremony.

Sklar put the cup down and the boy said goodbye to his parents for the last time.

"So."

he said to himself.

"That being the case, huh? Then I thought, maybe..."

He tried hard to clear his mind, bent his "arm", and touched his back. Then when he felt that he had caught the target, he pulled hard——

"As I thought, the characteristics of this place are somewhat useful."

He dropped the small external wireless network device he had ripped off and dropped it to the ground, then raised his walking foot - or his foot, whatever it was - and crushed it.

Sklar then made contact and called to his brave and trustworthy brothers.

Surprisingly, the communication was neither blocked nor interfered with, and the audio signal quality was unprecedentedly good—of course, it was still a little worse than that weird wireless network communication.

Sklar followed his understanding of each brother and the other's loyalty and reliability, and was the first to get through to the captain of the seventh company, Naklo Balor.

This company commander, who has inherited the calm traits inherited from Vastigal in the Seventh Company, is not only one of the highest-ranking officers who has followed them to the Iron-Blooded, but he has also been in the infirmary without any feedback that something is wrong. The information from the Ninth Company Captain and the pharmacist brother Olimposius made him feel more at ease.

"Balor, ***, where are you? Don't use the guest room or dormitory here! Something is very wrong with this place! I will send you the coordinates, come to my place to meet, but don't come in right away!"

Balor's voice came from the opposite side, "What a coincidence, Elder Sklar, we are coming to pick you up." He still sounded as calm and calm as ever, but Sklar, who was familiar with him, felt a surge in his heart. A bad feeling.

"pick me up?"

"That's right," Captain Balor said with a little smile in his voice, "We are going to the officers' mess. It is said that it will be a very unforgettable experience, and all the cousins ​​suggested that we must take you with us. go."

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