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

Chapter 284 Sometimes you can’t wash clothes too often
The temperature was freezing on the corridor that was supposed to be used as a freight corridor.

Because "Wilchak" put forward the need to avoid being noticed by others, this group of people still tend to choose remote roads where not many people pass by. Under the guidance of careful resource allocation, no one thought that the passage that almost only the maintenance servitors would pass through and use needed to be included in the heating system of the mid-deck. Even for space navigation, today's ship hull materials are naturally equipped with excellent thermal insulation layers in the interlayer. The temperature in their areas is still below freezing point only due to the heat radiated from the more pleasant areas inside the middle deck.

This place is very close to the void. The airlock leading to the outside of the ship is only one or two walls and less than 20 meters away in a straight line. If the damage is not considered and the path is opened with plasma and thermal melt, then Just five meters. Fujimaru Ritsuka had no doubt that this was the reason why Coran Cadmus chose to attack at this part of the journey.

When the ship does not have the need to communicate bulk cargo internally and externally, this cold cargo channel that only leads to the outside of the ship has never been cared about. This means that even if the emotional Sahar causes trouble here, it will be easy to clean up the end.

The universe is big, even if the ship is docked above the starport. As long as you throw the unwanted things out of the airlock, no one will care whether there are any small pieces of garbage on the track except for the unmanned operating ships that clear the channel regularly. Cadmus was very confident about this.

Sahar may have two brushes. At least so far, except for this time, he has completed all the tasks assigned to him by Wilchak - no matter what the tasks were at the beginning. It looks so lifeless. Like his three other Kill Team teammates, Cadmus saw this in his eyes and came to the conclusion that "this cunning traitor is not easy to kill." But he, like his three other Kill Team teammates, took it for granted that Sahar couldn't beat any of us in a head-on confrontation. What's more, the friendly Lord Inquisitor Wilchak was also present.

Although she is a mortal, don't think that a "mortal" in the empire who can be a lord judge will be a useless vase in close combat. With the modification implants, defensive force fields, and various weapons hidden under his clothes and jewelry, Wilchak's body could erupt with firepower that was no worse than a tank in an instant. This is only the part that everyone knows.

However, will this firepower be delivered to the target as accurately as Cadmus expected? he does not know.

The creaking servitors, as usual, did not think there was anything wrong with the conflict that was quietly breaking out in the middle of this deserted corridor. The preset programs in their remaining poor brains could not support their recognition of potential dangers. . Although Judge Wilchak initially supported Cadmus's move because of her always bad character, he soon remembered something and changed his mind:
"This is too close to the hull. We shouldn't stay here for too long." She first concluded briefly to Cadmus, and then turned to Sahar, "You should have had a premonition of this. . Are you really naive enough to think that an envoy of the Throne would really spare a favor for an acolyte who once betrayed the Empire and betrayed his master? Of course, the same is true for Space Marines."

"You promised me!" Sahar roared to Wilchak, undoubtedly angry, but Cadmus always felt that there was something else indistinguishable underneath this anger, which made him feel uncomfortable. It’s so right, “You promised that she would provide her with the necessary medical measures——”

This is normal. The vast majority of humans in a normal mental state will be attached to their ability to see and speak. They will not want to be ordered to pluck out their eyes, cut off their tongues, and then be assigned to do something that will kill them in a few months. The heavy manual labor of an able-bodied person was even made into some form of atonement servitor. Fortunately, Wilchak is obviously not a lenient master. The impression that the servants of the Lord Inquisitor may suffer catastrophe as long as they make one mistake has long been deeply rooted in people's hearts; and Fujimaru Ritsuka met him along the way. The crew members still fall into this "vast majority" category, so they did not encounter anything that could be called a "disturbance" during their journey to Vault No. 44.

"——I did provide it, but I never guaranteed whether the medical measures I provided her were 'she needed' or 'I needed'." Wilchak's smile at this moment was almost "shameless" The best interpretation of four words, "And I have indeed fulfilled every agreement between us. I mean, she is indeed 'alive' at this moment. So, you who realize what the problem is, now want to How to do it?”

"Don't look at me like that. I admit that the overload discharge part is just for fun." When Wilchak talked about her remote control modification of the power armor, she obviously didn't think there was anything wrong with it. "What really knocked him down was the internal injection." sedative. Okay, now take him and continue our journey. It was you who started this problem, so don't complain."

Fujimaru Ritsuka imitates what the real Wilchak would do in a similar scene: ignore anything unimportant going on around him and move forward with purpose and almost without stopping. Her seance technique has been proven successful in a series of previous tests. At least the layers of identity authentication levels on the Shadow Hammer have never turned her away so far. Cadmus didn't have any special reaction. He just silently took a few steps forward in the secret vault, found a position a little far away from the door and not in the way, and put the weight of the black shield (Midnight Lord) on him. down.

This is normal. If a prudent Inquisitor decides to take a traitorous Astartes into her service, it would be reasonable and efficient for her to do something with his power armor. The problem is that Cadmus does not believe that an electric shock of this power can kill an Astartes, even a firstborn who is more fragile than him. But Sahar did fall down amid this burst of painful wailing, and in the next few seconds, he only made a little struggle that had no tactical significance and was just a reflex instinct, and then stopped moving.

There were not many people along the way. Those people other than the "few" people also started to react when they saw the mistress of the ship walking silently in the dark, followed by a Death Watch Astartes who was carrying his colleagues like rice bags. Know that you should turn your back with a wink, stop in other corridors, or hide in a nearby room, pretending that you don't see anything.

He raised his head and watched Wilchak familiarly accept the various certifications set here by the ship owner, and passed them all without any problems. Vault No. 44 is not big, obviously too small in terms of the lord commander's powers, but according to the classification of the person involved, she really doesn't have much worth protecting in this vault. According to past habits, Cadmus stood a little further away, watching quietly as the inquisitor used his identity authentication to disarm numerous mechanisms, and took out a "power" from the relic box with a built-in stasis field. "Staff", and then reset all the lifted mechanisms step by step, even though there is nothing in the box.

Perhaps someone who is not cautious enough cannot be a judge for hundreds of years. This is no longer a problem that can be explained by pure luck. She cursed so deep in her heart, and then imitated Wilchak's proper tone and said angrily: "Brother Cadmus, you are a little strange today. Normally you don't talk so much -"

After sorting out everything in front of him, Fujimaru Ritsuka naturally turned around and directly faced the black muzzle of the plasma pistol.

"I often feel that you are a little too cautious sometimes." Cadmus' voice sounded behind Fujimaru Ritsuka. To be honest, she felt a little bit, but from the subtle information transmitted from the empathy projected by the spiritual base, she could confidently read that Wilchak himself would do this.

Cadmus was silent for a short while, then finally moved the muzzle of the gun that was still pointed at Sahar, who could not move. He leaned down and sighed inaudibly: "Okay."
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She put the question back to Sahar in a very nasty way, but clearly had no intention of hearing his answer. Before the other party spoke, even before Cadmus realized that the Inquisitor would make a move, shining arcs of electricity crackled out of Sahar's power armor. This little voltage had no perceptible impact on Cadmus, who was holding the gun, and Sahar's screams, which were distorted into angry wails under the pain, clearly proved that it was just because these systems were overloaded. The main target of the arc generated is the person inside the power armor.

When the heavy metal door of the secret library slowly closed again behind them, neither Fujimaru Ritsuka nor Cadmus could even move or speak for the time being, and could only be forced to keep their overwhelming anger in their hearts. Sahar was more or less relieved. Of course, none of them actually physically expelled the breath from their lungs and still acted as usual.

——Won’t point a gun at me. She completed the second half of the sentence in her mind, struggled for a moment, then raised her hands while still holding the scepter, sighed clearly, and asked calmly:

"Can I know where the flaw is? I think I acted quite similarly."

Cadmus did not show any clear emotional tendencies, but at least he was willing to answer this question: "Intuition. In fact, I didn't see any problem with you, and I couldn't do it before going to the bridge to confirm the situation. Evidence to prove this suspicion. The only mistake you made was to surrender when faced with my gun." The Primaris Astartes tilted his head in the direction of Sahar, "From the beginning. This guy made me feel something was wrong from the beginning, he was a little too clean.”

The face of the "Wilchak" in front of Cadmus finally showed a complex expression that the judge himself would never show to others. It included confusion, confusion, and at the same time, it showed what the person involved thought. It's unreasonable: "The automatic assembly system has its own cleaning function. I should have remembered that."

"So, who are you?" Cadmus ignored the other party's self-examination and just continued to ask, "Assassin's Court? Callidus?"

"...I don't think the trouble I caused is enough to require the Assassin's Court to appear." Wilchak in the secret vault shrugged, "Or maybe I did make a misjudgment in this regard, but I didn't Just know. All I can guarantee is that I have no relationship with the Assassin Court."

Cadmus snorted coldly, probably deciding to give up the possibility of seeking the truth in this "easier" way. He decided not to seek the truth with simple words, but instead used the threat of gunpoint to issue an order to the other party: "Put down that scepter and come to me."

The distance between the two is about six meters, which cannot be called "far" even based on the average stride length of a mortal. At such a distance, facing a Primaris Astartes who had already completed his aim and was only one finger away from killing the Primaris Astartes, the one at the disadvantage was Fujimaru Ritsuka no matter how you looked at it - even if she was really Like Wilchak himself, it was loaded with firepower worthy of a tank.

In such a close battle, the most important factor that can determine victory or defeat is often reaction ability, and Cadmus is fully confident that he can pull the trigger first before the opponent intends to make any move.

He believed that the other party did not have the capital to make any decent resistance in the current situation. But the "Wilchak" in front of him was indeed not as easy to deal with as he had thought.

"If you want to control me physically, just come up here." "Vilchak" almost half-heartedly admitted that he was not Wilchak, ignoring Cadmus' request and still stood firmly. He didn't put down the scepter in his hand, "You only need to take five steps, or even a few seconds. If I were in your sprinting state, I would be pinned to the ground by you before I could react - -But why did you ask me to go over?"

Cadmus' index finger on the trigger moved uneasily.

"You talk too much," he said, and then reiterated his request, "Put down your scepter and come to me."

"I'm really curious about this question." Fujimaru Ritsuka still didn't move. "If I refuse, will you come to me?"

Cadmus's plasma pistol clearly began to charge: "Don't make me shoot."

"You know that most defensive force fields are triggered automatically and do not require the wearer to react to whether they are turned on or not, right?"

The disadvantaged "Wilchak" was even smiling, as if he had no doubt that even if he was hit in the face by a plasma ball, he would be able to survive with his beard and tail intact. This attitude obviously offended the dark angel, and his always quite calm tone was finally tinged with a hint of impatience:
"You know, 'Who are you' and a series of related questions are not that important, right?" He threatened, also hinting at an ultimatum, "There are many psychics on the ship who are real With the services of Inquisitor Wilchak, even if we need to know the answers, we don’t necessarily need a living person to answer these questions.”

"Uh..." The face of Wilchak in front of him showed an awkward expression that the other inquisitor himself would never show. "You still remember that we are not the only ones in this secret library, right?"

"Varied--"

The word only half succeeded in coming out of Cadmus' mouth. The other half was forced to eat back due to a sharp blow to his lower back. The magnetic boots that were successfully turned on almost at the same moment made a loud and harsh noise on the floor, but it also allowed the Dark Angel to barely steady his steps and did not fall forward due to the impact, but his center of gravity had definitely occurred. offset, and in a hurry, there was not enough time to make adjustments:
In the next moment, Sahar's whole body rushed forward. Even Primaris Astartes would inevitably be caught off guard when faced with a sudden impact of hundreds of kilograms. In desperation, he had to give up his plasma pistol so that his hands could be free to deal with the opponent's almost unorganized pushing - Sahar can move now, but his movements are obviously not very clever, and he can deal with it like this. Cadmus formed a temporary suppression, but still managed to catch the opponent off guard.

The reason why he was quiet before was probably true because of the sedatives. The Dark Angel didn't quite understand how this man got up from where he was in this state, and still managed to touch behind him while maintaining absolute silence, but It doesn't matter. This trapped beast fight was meaningless and could only delay him for a few seconds at most. Almost as soon as it was lifted, Cadmus realized that Sahar's hands now had no gripping ability even with the help of power armor. (Maybe that's why he didn't pull out his gun and point it at the back of Cadmus' head and squeeze the trigger.) The traitor couldn't even successfully overthrow his opponent in the current close wrestling.

At the same time, the pistol that Cadmus had thrown away in desperation was thrown in front of Fujimaru Ritsuka along a disturbed parabola. The person involved hesitated for a moment, and after spending a moment comparing the size of the Primaris Space Marine's so-called "pistol" with the size of Wilchak's hand, he regretfully chose to kick it deeper into the vault, away from its owner.

So the fact that I feel like everything in the empire is at least one size bigger than me is not my problem. At that moment, such thoughts passed through the mind of Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was slightly relaxed——

——Therefore, it also appeared in Wilchak's consciousness.

(End of this chapter)