Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 310 Still no Reka Coffee
"Although I have tired of saying the word 'incredible' in the past month, I still want to say: 'incredible.' Regent Gallus, in such a short period of time, I saw Thessa Guarsa The yields and varieties of all farms, as well as the development of new underground aquaponics farms and new residential facilities, are already showing results.”

After quickly browsing through the thick report sent by the Eighth Army's logistics department, which was in charge of Markarian and whose efficiency and organization had improved by more than ten thousand times, Lamizane looked at the reserved but cautious person sitting opposite him. The proud Regent Gallus said with satisfaction.

"This completely depends on the generosity and kindness of you and your noble warriors." The old man responded sincerely, "Being able to re-establish effective communication channels for various settlements and using such precious aircraft to transport supplies and personnel You have greatly inspired everyone on the planet, not to mention that you have also sent those handsome and noble warriors like gods to take off their armor and join our work... Now the people's enthusiasm and enthusiasm for work are unprecedentedly high, and every day Everyone is looking forward to a new life in the future.”

The old regent devoutly performed an eagle salute in the direction of the sun that the local residents considered, "Bless the Emperor, may the glory of the throne forever keep you and your warriors unscathed, and turn your enemies into dust." "

"Ahem. Yeah. Yeah." Thinking of those people who were coaxed, coaxed, and threatened by him and Markarian to be sent to various farms and construction sites to be used as smart animals... as human flesh measuring machines, pesticide dispensing scales, soil Analyzers, concrete mixers and other self-propelled small power and professional machinery are used by the Genesis Chapter Astartes. No matter how thick-skinned Lamizane is, he is still a little embarrassed. He selectively I neglected to repeat certain prayers and immediately found myself a new topic.

(*I didn’t expect you to be embarrassed by something like this? I thought you didn’t have such a thing.)
"Ahem, what's the status of the construction and early resettlement of new shelters? This is very important, Gallus. Most of the people will have to enter these places to take refuge by then."

"Ah, everyone has been notified." The old man frowned tightly, "But sir, will there really be aliens coming to attack? I mean, our place... is really too..." He searched A suitable adjective is, "too rural." At the same time, the searching look in his eyes was not ignored by the original sight.

(*Ha, this mortal is already suspicious. He will think that it was actually you who attracted the aliens. You have helped them for a whole month, but he still starts to doubt you so easily - I have already said that mortals only need It is enough to be dominated by fear, simple, clear and efficient, and leave no room for anyone who disobeys. Only the weak will find ways to use emotion and reason!

"——You want to say that there is no target or value worth attacking here. Even the empire has not responded to you. Why did the alien come to this place specially? And why did I get this information in advance?" The Eighth Army The Lord picked up the coffee cup that his descendants had made for him - there was still no Reca coffee in it, but some of the drinks from the Coronation tasted a little like the sweetness of some kind of plant saponin mixed with tubers, It can be refreshing, which is better than nothing.

"Yes, sir, I am very ashamed, but if you have any opinions on this, can you let me listen attentively?" Although he flinched because of a certain sentence of the great lord, he also felt that Ah, who was the guard opposite, The Star monks looked dissatisfied at him and exerted terrifying pressure invisibly, but the old man continued to ask. After all, this not only involves all mortals on this planet, but more importantly, the entire defense plan does not matter. It sounds completely different from those well-prepared agricultural and industrial plans. It is not only messy, but also more like a record of some kind of... nonsense.

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Pharmacist Valier sits at his laboratory table.

Even with his coldness or calmness while watching his limbs being torn apart by demons, he still looked a little solemn at the moment. After all, this is the mission of the original body first - well - no matter who it is. The original body - secondly, he has never done such... delicate work before, and finally, this batch of samples is precious, and he only has one chance.

The first sample... No, there is no differentiation, the second... is contaminated, the third is still contaminated... The sixty-sixth one... How did this thing grow like this (beep beep)? Only worthy of being thrown into the incinerator. Seventy-seven... Actually, this is okay, but I feel like the Lord of the Night won't like it. Eighty-eight... Damn it, wasn't this damn thing really licked by Ursus? Get me in the incinerator. Ninety-nine...Okay, success. Eye of Canaan! He carefully held his breath and put the precious living sample back into the force field cover. Then he straightened up and turned around, casually fastened the helmet to the magnetic lock on his waist, and let out a long breath. .

"call……"

Only then did he realize that the experimental slave assigned to him was standing at the door... his assistant, that was their new prisoner, a young man from the third company of the Origin Chapter, his name was Penates, and now this man was not wearing any clothes. A, instead wearing ordinary Chapter training clothes, with his slave collar fastened around his neck - prisoners who were allowed to move around freely to some extent had one on their necks, and they were told that this collar was also connected to another The gene-seed, life and soul of a chapter brother - when all three are simultaneously considered on the scale as a reason for betrayal, the captives who have already left the collective will become more... cooperative.

But Penates has always been a very clever person, and now he looks as stupid as a drooling Ogryn. His eyes, which look very close to silver due to the extremely thin distribution of blue pigment, are working hard. Staring at Valier, he almost looked like his eyes were about to fall out of his sockets due to extreme surprise and fear.

"What are you doing here if you don't come in with a new batch of culture medium... stupid...?"

Valier's words stopped for several breaths, and he suddenly realized one thing: because he moved and lived with the Night Lords, but his eyes could not see things in the dark like they did, he had become very accustomed to it. I don’t take off my helmet to adapt to the darkness, but this new underground laboratory is bright enough...

Former Star Claw, former Red Corsair, and current Night Lord Apothecary, "Skinned" Valiel's silver eyes looked back coldly at the first sub-regiment established by the Ultramarines in the Second Founding of the Army. , the Penates of the Glorious Origins Chapter.

Although their appearance is not exactly the same.

But the genetic signature of the same ancient gift was clearly expressed in every face of the two Astartes facing each other.

The air temperature around them dropped rapidly.

Valier frowned, cursed in a low voice, and rushed towards Penates, who started to kneel on the ground in pain, holding his head.

(End of this chapter)