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

Chapter 40 Yesterday reappears (posted after correcting the typo, annoyed)
The interior of the Storm Frontier is a space that is basically alienated, so nothing that happens is surprising.But usually, nothing particularly strange happens - at least that's what Joan of Arc Alter said.

As a result, Savita, who was dressed in casual clothes, began to think about whether it was a "particularly strange thing" that a door that did not exist when he passed by five minutes ago appeared on the wall.

He was still thinking about whether this situation was normal, whether he needed to report it, and if so, who should report it to, wait a minute, why did I start thinking about this kind of thing so naturally as a crew member, the sudden door in front of him The door to the room that appeared opened.

"What are you doing?" Jeanne d'Arc Alter, who finally regained her physical form on this ship, asked angrily, "I just went to find something to do when I had nothing to do. Why did I block the front of other people's rooms for no reason?"

Savita glanced at the pen and paper held in the other person's hand, and repeated hesitantly: "Your room?"

"What? Is there anything strange?" Joan of Arc Alter asked, "Did you think that I was a ghost that could only possess the armor from the beginning?"

The door that closed behind her slowly disappeared and merged into the wall again.Savita realized that this was not a very good topic, so she chose to point to the metallic wall behind her that had become seamless:

"I just don't understand why the door to 'your room' disappeared." He said as smoothly as possible, trying to make the other person think that he was wondering about this in the first place.

Jeanne Alter turned her head to look at the wall she came out of, and then looked back at Savita, with an inexplicable expression that said, "Is there something wrong with your brain?"Then, under Sevita's honest eyes (it was not easy to do this, but he began to find some tricks), he turned back to look behind him, and finally turned around and fell into deep thought.

Three seconds later, she seemed to suddenly understand something and spoke again: "It must be those mages. At the beginning, many people wanted to keep their rooms as they were when they got off the ship, hoping that they would come back to live there in the future. Such people would keep their original furnishings and then use magic to hide the doors—perhaps in the end, they chose to hide the doors of all the old members, including me, who had not disembarked.”

"'Old member'? You also worked on this ship?"

Savita actually wanted to ask "Why did Jeanne d'Arc Alter become like this?" But obviously, the latter would have misunderstood.

"Of course, although I am not one of the earliest members, I am still quite senior!" Joan of Arc Alter felt inexplicably proud, "After all, you still have to call me 'senior'."

Now it was Savita's turn to look like "Are you okay with your brain?"Joan of Arc Alter felt frustrated, became angry, and said: "Come to the simulation room after dinner to practice more!" and walked away angrily with the paper and pen in his arms.

She always seems to be angry.Savita analyzed calmly and unaffectedly.But considering that she once said that "extreme emotions, including anger, are the essence of who she is," this seems understandable.

Then, he added one more thing to the notes he had compiled in his mind: it is normal to occasionally see doors that do not exist appear or disappear.

This is the third day after Savita boarded the ship, so before this item, he already had things to pay attention to, such as "It is normal to feel that the sense of space is slightly disturbed when passing through the intersection", "Occasionally feel other "It's normal to see a moving human figure working in the corridor or cafeteria", "It's normal for people who don't respect food to be beaten for no apparent reason", "Dolls can move and can It’s normal to fight with each other”…

Savita felt like she was going crazy.

In fact, the most unreal thing is that the space inside the Storm Frontier is much larger than it appears from the outside.It is said that when it was designed and manufactured, this ship also contained some functions as the last surviving ark of a race. It could accommodate another [-] refugees on the basis of maintaining operations and ensure the quality of life of these people... But in Saiwei In Ta's opinion, this part of the "combatant" area was enough to give him a headache.

He was a psyker himself, and it was not like he had never seen how those brother legions borrowed and harnessed the supernatural power in the subspace during the Great Rebellion.He is fully aware and aware that such things must exist, but it is completely different for him to actually live in an environment where supernatural phenomena occur frequently.

During the Great Crusade, the fundamental foundation in education was Imperial Truth.After being recruited into the regiment, Sevatar also grew up listening to these preachings - even if he himself was not very "Imperial Truth".

It is also because of these that even though the owner of the Stormbound is the Emperor's personally selected envoy to the throne, even though there is a golden Imperial Guard growing in the main control room almost 24 hours a day, even though the Stormbound has been parked since seventeen hours ago. After entering a specially cleared room on the Lion's Mane, a few dark angels began to walk on the ship. Sevatar still had not yet had the real feeling that he had been "reintegrated and returned to the empire."

——The current life is “not very imperial” to the naked eye.

But if Sevatar complained about this, it would be too shady: at least he now has the rations that the Astartes should have (although the source is the Dark Angels), and he can eat every meal Full (and objectively delicious, but subjectively Astartes will not feel too much pleasure from this), and the equipment is good (although it will run away when there is no combat or training mission), There are still a few subordinates for him to lead and command (although these people have begun to form cliques to attack each other again), and the father of genes is also by his side (although as a rule, it will only have some counterproductive effects) - this is not exactly a reappearance of yesterday , what does he have to complain about?
...After spending ten years of a poor but simple and fulfilling farming life on Jestal, Sevatar gradually realized how *Nostramo expletive* his past life had been.

At least the most basic point is that on Jestal, even if everyone stands in a row in front of the agricultural machinery, there is no need to worry that anyone will want to push the people around them into the blade.But if you're standing at the front of a team of Night Lords...it's hard to tell whether the bolters behind you will fire off a blast or two.

Any glory gained in war is all vain.He wanted that kind of simple, mutually trusting interpersonal relationship, even if he had to go to the countryside to farm for this purpose, and use his Astartes-level brain to calculate seasonal calendars for ordinary uneducated agricultural workers.

By saying that, he was just complaining.Everyone knew that the deal was done. Ever since he decided to put on the Terminator armor again, everyone including himself had already assumed that he had boarded the pirate ship Stormbound. Even for some unknown reason, even Jesta He was not responsible for any compilation of my affairs.The simple and happy pastoral life is gone forever, and he now has 63 cliquey Night Lords to worry about.

...Wait a minute, why is it a multiple of nine again?Savita has been a little nervous about numbers like this lately.

He was thinking about whether to talk to Fujimaru Ritsuka about this matter later (from the perspective of the Night Lords, this decision was close to betrayal of the Gene Father, but Sevatar had obviously realized that the true say on this ship was Who is it?), turned around and already arrived at the door of the simulation room.

There are no training facilities on the Storm Boundary that they are more familiar with - or, in other words, there are almost no imperial facilities that they are more familiar with on the entire ship. Therefore, the 63 Night Lords currently put together in bits and pieces on the ship can only borrow These are facilities they don’t recognize at all for running-in training.

He entered and found with satisfaction that he was the last to arrive.

These are some old traditions from Nostramo: at an agreed-upon gathering, the more noble the person, the more likely he is to show up last.Like many traditions in the Legion that are difficult to say whether they are customs or bad habits, it is difficult to say whether Sevatar likes it or dislikes it, but he does know how to use them to build authority for himself.

He was the last to enter the simulation room and realized that this bare-looking room, like so many other places throughout the ship, looked much larger from the inside than from the outside.It easily accommodated 63 unarmored Space Marines standing loosely in two clear camps, 63 sets of eyes turned to Sevatar in silence.

He didn't think he got any positive emotional feedback from this scene, but he still said, "Okay, let me guess, you guys had already played a round before I came here?"

It's not hard to see.Although everyone pretended that nothing happened before, the uniforms made of woven fabrics were not as strong as power armor, and the directly exposed skin made it impossible for everyone to hide the wounds on it.

Judging only from the clues visible on the outside, it was obvious that the side with fewer people was beaten worse.These decadent young people who were active after the 40th millennium, of course had nothing to do in front of the elite soldiers and generals who had experienced the Great Crusade (considering that they included some of Sevatar's Black Guards, they indeed deserved this title). As a mouse scurrying around, these eighteen people are now formed into a tight formation like small animals hugging each other for warmth. Everyone has wounds of varying degrees on their faces, and even some people's clothes are stained by previous violent actions. was torn in.

In comparison, the other side looks more orderly: they have more people and better technology, so they have fewer wounds on their bodies, their clothes are neater, and they maintain a more appropriate distance from each other.But the weird thing about the whole thing is that these people who have obviously won the battle show a loser's unique anger and a well-hidden depression in their momentum, while the other side is obviously the loser. It inspired the victor to show off his power.

Savita didn't want to know what happened before.

"I don't care why you fought this just now," in fact, he already guessed it almost exactly, "but you should remember why we are allowed to be here today." Sevita bets that they have actually forgotten. It's almost there, "No one knows when the next combat operation will start. Before that, you must seize the time to get familiar with each other." That said, but the first thing these people will get familiar with will definitely be how to face each other. It's easiest to stab others in the back. "I don't want to waste time with you on a long speech. I'll just say one thing:"

It's time to lay the bait.

"When the next battle really starts, the original body will certainly not stay out of it. Then he will naturally need a guard to accompany him."

He didn't know whether this was the right thing to do, but at least at this moment, the suddenly sinister atmosphere in the simulation room proved that everyone's enthusiasm was aroused.

If no one does anything, I'm afraid there will be a new round of martial arts in this room.But at this moment, there was a little noise from the edge of the room where the electronic equipment was connected to the audio. This change attracted everyone's attention:
"Good morning." Fujimaru Ritsuka's stress-free speech came from the electrical signal, and when it was restored to sound, there was a little inevitable distortion. "I see that you are all here, and the pre-war mobilization has begun." It’s done, if there’s no problem, let’s start——”

She was obviously not asking for advice, because while she was speaking, the scene in the simulation room had changed: the originally vast space was once again extended, as if it had turned into an endless plain, with sufficient but not too intense sunlight. , and a warm breeze blew gently, and their feet changed from hard steel plates and stones to soft soil and green grass.Everything is very realistic, and you can't find any flaws even if you look hard, as if they have been in such a grassland from the beginning.

This was the first time many of them had seen such a beautiful natural environment.But before anyone had time to be surprised, the next change happened to them: all those who were originally only allowed to walk around in regular clothes in the Storm Frontier had a set of power armor appear out of thin air.

"Customization takes a lot of computing power, so everyone has the same MK4 power armor, and the equipment is also a regular chain sword and bolt gun. The number of magazines is limited to four, which should be enough for a battle - you have There are more than 60 people." Fujimaru Ritsuka's voice explained, "Considering that some people are not familiar with these standard equipment, you have 3 minutes to familiarize yourself with all the configurations on your body, and then I will drop the enemy."

Savita glanced at the parameters reported by the self-test of the power armor and immediately understood everything.He didn't need this time to familiarize himself with his equipment, so he raised his head and asked: "Can we know the number or configuration of the enemy?"

"Just one. Test the water first. Just understand it as a very large alien individual." Fujimaru Ritsuka said in a nonchalant tone, "You have... plus you, there are 64 of them, and everyone is fully equipped. I don’t think it will be a big problem. I used to fight this thing all the time, and if I spent more than 20 seconds on it, I would lose.”

Sevata felt relieved and tried to use these three minutes to come up with a tactic that was feasible even in such a fragmented team. 3 seconds passed quickly, and as Fujimaru Ritsuka happily said "I'm going to throw it away-", some distortions appeared on the plain not far away, as if the holographic image was disturbed-

——Then, a huge basilisk that may be more than ten meters high, covered with wings and golden horns, coiled and twisted, floated on the ground in some unreasonable and anti-gravity form, and stood in front of everything. in front of people.

Only at this moment, Savita still felt quite confident.

　The monster that Gudazi threw was the giant Naga, the one in the second chapter of the Swimsuit Xiahuo 90 Fuck Book that BGO is currently releasing, the God of Warcraft. Seriously speaking, it can be a little bit of a rivalry with the big devil in the role.

　　As for Guda herself, it took her ten seconds to change people and apply buffs and ten seconds to look at the Noble Phantasm. It really didn’t take 20 seconds, but as we all know, the Astartes’ combat power is very metaphysical... (乐)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)