How can a retired savior be considered retired if his price drops to 40,000?

Chapter 278 The Mistress of Chaldea (big boo)

Sahar was a little confused.

He had been released from the shackles and stood in a bright, clean, and white corridor. There are still wounds on his body that are hurting, not only those caused by Sevita, but also the locations of some earlier serious illnesses. However, this kind of pain is nothing to Astartes, and Sahar's empirical intuition also tells him that these wounds are healing.

This confusion mainly comes from the fact that he cannot understand what is happening now and how it is happening - everything seems normal, but Sahar cannot understand the logic behind them.

The world he has seen in his life has never operated with such logic.

The facts that were happening were so contrary to his experience that he felt at a loss. He had a conversation with Fujimaru Ritsuka, which was probably not considered peaceful given his staunchly confrontational attitude. He did answer the other party's questions, but he raised his demands in a provocative manner. From the bottom of his heart, he didn't think these things could come true, so he showed far more aggression than necessary during his statement. Even Savita, who was listening on the side, seemed to want to get past Fujimaru Ritsuka and take action to kill Sasha. Hal tortured him-but he didn't.

Sevatar stood still and the silver-haired woman next to him just smiled mockingly at Sahar who behaved like this. Fujimaru Ritsuka squatted on the ground and listened to the whole process with his head raised, then calmly checked with him whether he had finished speaking, and then Shi Shiran stood up from where he was and patted his skirt habitually. Sahar thought she was going to snap at this point and was prepared for the next torture - but she didn't.

Fujimaru Ritsuka just snapped his fingers, and all the runes on the iron shackles that bound Sahar were extinguished, and the locks popped open naturally. All the physical restrictions imposed on him were lifted in an instant. As the person involved, Sahar did not expect this development at all, so he was caught off guard and had no time to adjust his center of gravity that was too forward, and he fell directly. On to the cold, wet ground. Face on the ground.

The silver-haired woman laughed loudly and unashamedly at this, and Sevatar probably laughed too, but Sahar didn't pay much attention to it. He was so confused that he didn't even remember for the first two seconds that he was supposed to get up from the ground. Such slow reflexes should not appear in a Space Marine. As the Night Lord, the most important thing he should do at that moment is to pounce on the opponent and twist off the opponent's head, and then break out of the cell while the group is leaderless - - But he didn't do that, not because he realized that he couldn't win, but because he was stunned and didn't think about it for a while.

While he was getting up in a daze, he heard Fujimaru Ritsuka issuing instructions to the people around her: Sevatar was going to take Sahar, who had regained his freedom (so simple? It was too suspicious, so he was suspicious) to retrieve him. She is wearing power armor, and she is going to discuss matters related to Mita Ashen with Inquisitor Hastings.

"Of course it would be best to extradite the person involved through negotiation. Even if this is not possible, we should at least confirm the current status of the psyker acolyte during this process."

Fujimaru Ritsuka's nonchalant attitude towards making decisions that seemed appropriate for her apparent age sounded overly naive and taken for granted. Sahar didn't think that what she said in these few seconds would accomplish anything in the end - even from the most superficial point of view, in order to prevent him, the prisoner, from randomly breaking off a few of the little girl's fingers, at least the surrounding People should also stop it, right? But when Sahar finally remembered to get up from the ground, he discovered that Sevatar was preparing to carry him to carry out the order that didn't seem right.

Maybe he really should have rushed over at that moment and at least strangled the girl's neck. Although this is obviously not wise, it is an option that makes Sahar feel more "safe" psychologically. Unfortunately, Savita was standing in front of him at that time and put a hand on his shoulder. The sixth sense honed in all the battles screamed sharply, advising Sahar not to act rashly, so in the end, he just stood there quietly and watched Fujimaru Ritsuka alone leave the simulated cell first. , nothing was done.

Now, Sahar, who was still theoretically just a prisoner, stared blankly at Savita walking in front of him. Driven by instinct, he weighed how successful it would be if he launched a surprise attack against him from this position. What is the rate. And the next second, there was a poke on his side that was only for warning, but it was really painful. The silver-haired woman known as Jeanne Alter had already held it in her hand at some point. A flagpole wrapped in war chess, and he unscrupulously used this thing that appeared out of thin air as a weapon:
"Don't have any evil intentions." She warned, "Even if you can knock down that useless guy in front of you, don't forget, I'm also watching you from behind."

Before Sahar could react, "the useless guy in front" retorted faster than him: "Hey, with his virtue, he can't even beat me with one hand if I give him a hand now."

Sahar raised his eyebrows. Driven by instinct, some words that only reached the medulla bulbar reflex came out of his mouth: "So, you don't refute that you are a 'useless guy'?"

He thought this would start a new round of personal harm, but Sevita just smiled meaningfully at him: "It doesn't matter, after all, you are more 'useless' than me."

The former company commander, who was easily provoked, was inevitably angry, but inevitably mixed with a little bit of inexplicable surprise. He turned around and continued to move forward: "Explaining everything from beginning to end is too much." Sorry, let me give you a piece of advice that can be used if you don’t understand the cause and effect: don’t try to use your logical thinking, just let nature take its course. As long as you don’t do anything beyond the scope of the eldest lady’s expectations, She can keep everything organized.”

"Forgive me, I disagree." Sahar sneered, mentally calculating whether he should attack backward first - when it seemed that he had "a choice", he did not give up the initiative to a man who seemed completely Plans for preteen little girls.

"It doesn't matter whether you agree or not. The matter was settled the moment Fujimaru Ritsuka gave the order." Sevatar stopped again, patiently - or, obviously, forcing himself Pretending to be patient, he said, "This is Chaldea, so what the Chaldean mistress says is absolute."

Joan of Arc Alter poked Sahar on the shoulder with a flagpole from behind, urging him to move forward: "Although it's not entirely like this, but only on this matter, I agree. Hurry and get it from the equipment warehouse. The power armor, then I can go back to rest after get off work. "

"Why?" Sahar suddenly asked: "I was caught during the execution of the mission, but I did not die. Now you want me to take back my armor - why?"

"There are not so many 'whys'." Sevita, whose patience was running out at a speed visible to the naked eye, replied angrily, "I'm too lazy to explain to you, but things are happening now, so accept it. If you insist on thinking about it, If I can find a reason for the small probability of "I am still alive", it is that I saw a sign that you should not die at this time: sooner or later, you will change your power armor back to the Midnight Lord's paint job. , and then scream loudly in a small space that is either a torpedo or an airdrop pod, and the scream is more piercing than a young child! "

His words were accompanied by a loud bang. If I had to say it, when it came to the location of the "Jumping Torpedo", Savita had already realized what was happening, but he still chose to finish his so-called "prophecy" regardless. There was a bit of schadenfreude in this decision, because after the loud noise, Sahar, who made some "useless struggles" about his situation, was almost completely embedded into the decorative pillars on the wall.

"I don't have eyes." Jeanne d'Arc A. Alter sneered and weighed the flagpole in his hand.

"I warned you, don't think with your logic. Guess why I didn't refute what she called me?" Saiweita added with half sadness and half gloating, "Perhaps based on normal logic, it looks like The mortal side will have an easier time breaking through than an unarmored Space Marine, but normal logic won't work on the Stormbound, but look on the bright side, you won't be freeloading on the ship - now you will have an extra portion immediately. The work of repairing the corridor." At this moment, Sahar believed that he had deeply understood this.
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Although it is difficult to break through "the side that looks like a mortal", this does not mean that "an unarmored Space Marine" is easy to deal with. Ten minutes later, Sahar paid a bloody price for realizing this reality, but what was more unbearable than the physical pain was that Sevita actually gave him a hand.

He was also the captain of the first company, and he lost even though the other party gave up a hand. This was simply a shame and a great humiliation!
Sevita, who felt refreshed again after venting his violence, gave another piece of “practical” advice: “If you want to make a fuss, save your energy. Things happen almost every day on this ship. People feel incredible, and they may be exhausted after being surprised one after another.”

Sahar felt that the other party was obviously exaggerating, but the situation was stronger than the person, so he finally chose to swallow his doubts. He originally thought that "taking him back his power armor" was some kind of euphemistic code for "scrapping it", and he was prepared to be taken to some corner room and face one or even several bolt guns with his body. Mental preparation - he did not intend to sit still and wait for death, but he did feel that he might die today. However, the place they finally arrived was beyond Sahar's expectation:
Sevatar actually took him into a warehouse where power armor was stored. His Deathwatch black shield-painted armor was particularly obvious among the Midnight Lord power armor.

This is not only due to the painting, but also to the equipment model and completeness. The marks of damage and wear on Sahar's armor were very obvious, but it did seem to have... gotten a little cleaner during the time he was unconscious? Sahar isn't so sure.

In this warehouse, the people who complete the work of putting on armor for the Space Marines are not servitors or slaves, but a set of fully automatic assembly lines. Sahar thinks this is relatively novel, but he also has doubts about these fully automatic mechanical structures: Who knows whether a bolter will suddenly appear and fire at his head at a certain step, or jump secretly. A chainsword came out and cut him in half, body and armor alike.

Once again, the situation is stronger than the man, so Sahar once again realized that he was faced with a situation where he seemed to have a choice, but in fact there was only one way to go. Reluctantly, he stepped onto the workbench and allowed the mechanical structures to piece his patchwork suit of armor onto himself (making sure they had been cleaned in some way while away from him). , then took back the bolter and frag grenade that he had barely equipped, and finally began to look at each other in disbelief with Savita, who was still standing without armor.

"I advise you not to have any evil thoughts." The former company commander warned, "You'd better not think that you can gain any advantage by wearing power armor. And I don't think you have the ability to repair the automated machinery and equipment in this room. ”

"But I really want to beat you-"

Sahar stepped forward menacingly, but - in a literal "blink of an eye", the Sevita in front of him transformed from his unarmored state into a cavalry-style Terminator giant. In theory, this type of Terminator armor would appear very bulky in close combat, but in reality, Sahar barely reacted before the Terminator's iron claws were already stuck in his face——

There was another loud noise, and Sahar, who was lying on the ground in a daze, began to reflect: They are also the first company commander, why is there such a big gap between him and Sevita.

Although "how on earth Sevatar hid in the Terminator armor in a literal blink of an eye" is obviously very bizarre, for Sahar, its importance ranks second to "Why did I Can’t beat Sevatar”.

"I think it's best to call it a day." He heard Sevatar's armored voice coming from behind the ringing in his ears. "I think if the lady finds out that we are fighting in the arsenal, she won't be very concerned about it." Happy. It has been exactly half an hour since she left the simulation room. I guess the next order for us will be coming soon."

Sahar didn't know how many times he got up from the ground today. He was annoyed to find that the edge of his breastplate was dented in an inconspicuous area, and the servo system in the helmet was reporting errors frantically regarding the damage to that part. He spent a thought turning off those damn beeps that only he could hear, and asked angrily: "What 'order'? I don't think I have an obligation to follow it."

"But you don't have the freedom not to follow it." Sevatar, who was wearing Terminator armor, held his chain saw with one hand and said unceremoniously, "Anyway, no matter what kind of situation you are forced to do, you In the end, you have to listen to the lady's arrangements. Since we don't know what the so-called 'next step' is, I advise you to save your energy."

"How can you be sure there will be a 'next step'?" Sahar asked sarcastically, pretending that he did not notice Joan of Arc Alter disappearing from her place, and continued to look for loopholes in order to formulate plans for the next armed resistance escape. "That little girl only asked you to return your power armor to me before she left."

"You little thing who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth, have you forgotten that you are a prisoner just for a moment?" Although Savita's voice was strange, there seemed to be no dissatisfaction in his feelings. "When will the guilty person get his own back?" Of course it’s time to use the weapons.”

Sahar still wanted to refute, but at that moment, he heard an unharmonious noise coming from the ceiling above his head.

For a moment, he suspected that Jeanne d'Arc Alter, who had just disappeared, had gotten into some kind of maintenance pipe that could hide people when he didn't notice it, and he hesitated whether to pretend not to hear it. . But Sevatar raised his head generously at this moment and muttered in confusion: "Ventilation duct?"

Then, as if he was questioning his own judgment, Sevatar completely ignored Sahar, who was standing aside, and just looked up into the vent. A few seconds later, he suddenly smiled and turned to Sahar and reiterated: "What am I talking about? Weird things happen every day on this ship - I seem to see the Chaldean mistress crawling through the air. Tube."

With a clang, the iron grating on the vent fell halfway from the ceiling, and an orange head stuck out from it: "Who is the 'Mistress of Chaldea'? Do you understand the situation? I do it every day You have to listen to Asclepius about what to eat and drink, you have to listen to Vasilian about who you see and do every day, and you have to listen to Sigismund about where to go and what route to take every day - now these three are still preparing for a little bit. After I have free time, I fight over what I should wear in my daily life. How can I be such a 'hostess' who has no freedom at all?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was hanging upside down from the vent, followed Savita's words and complained.

(End of this chapter)