In the dim room, the long and thick candle held by the snow-white skull was lit, and a small flame lit up, illuminating everything in the room.
Seeing the boss's head appear on the battlefield, the orcs who had lost their boss all had their own thoughts and suddenly couldn't get up.
Without the blessing of the force field, they were no match for the Space Marines. Su Ming just led the nuns back to the relay station, killing hundreds of greenskins blocking the way, and left the rest to the Space Marines outside.
A warrior.
I don’t know how the pitch-black steel walls achieve such perfect sound insulation. The sounds of firing and explosions on the battlefield seem to be very far away.
Skeletons represent pure divinity, and the room the two of them are currently in is filled with rows of skeletons holding candles on both sides. This may have been the confessional of the state church priest in the past, because there is a smaller church here.
Like, looking down at the two people.
The light danced, and the nun continued to light the second candle. Some of these things were eaten by the orcs, but it seemed that the candles containing nanomachines did not taste very good, and most of them were kept. Apart from the mess in the room, it was
The tables and chairs carved out of stone are still in place.
Maybe it's enough to say that the long chair has slumped legs, but at least this room is definitely not for Space Marines. They will probably have to squat down and advance to get in.
Orcs like scrap iron, and wood is also acceptable, but only the most professional garbage men know how to use stones, and they don't like to move them most of the time.
"Why are you telling them you don't need support?"
The nun lit several rows of candles, and the room even became warmer. Then she walked to the table and sat down. She threw her white helmet on the table and asked the death knell curiously.
"Maybe I do need help in some aspects, but definitely not in combat." Su Ming took out some small red and green objects from his pocket. He pushed some of them in front of the nun: "You
Would you like something to eat? It’s delicious.”
Next, if you want to control these two Space Marine companies, you must not put yourself in the position of a 'rescued person'. Instead, you must act arrogant and powerful. This is the correct way to obtain the right to speak from the Space Marines.
But the next operation may be a bit dark, so don't let the nun know.
"What is this?" The nun's attention was diverted. The text above seemed to be in very ancient Low Gothic, but the writing was super ugly and the grammar was also problematic.
"Cookies, milk candies, chocolate." Su Ming spread the snacks with her hands, lined them up, picked up a piece of chocolate and stuffed it into her hand: "This is a plant extract product that contains fat and calories. It can supplement
Mitochondria energy required by human cells. By the way, peel off the outer plastic skin before eating."
The nun glared at him. She had never seen this kind of food before and didn't know which primitive world it came from. But she wasn't stupid. How could she know how to peel off the packaging and eat it?
The transformation surgery of Space Marines is very powerful. They can eat any animals and plants to obtain energy through the installation of another "preset stomach", and can fight until death.
But those reconstructive surgeries can only be used on human males.
The biochemical modifications that Battle Sisters undergo are another set of very crude monkey versions, often enhancing retinal imaging or limb movement, not to mention Medical Sisters and Clerk Sisters.
Although the rigorous training he has undergone has made Efilar's physical fitness far beyond that of ordinary people, after all, as a human being, he still needs to eat.
"The Space Marines are fighting outside, we are eating here, it seems." She was a little confused, and turned to look at the corridor without a door.
"Don't worry, they are just chasing the evacuated greenskins. This is not an act of glory, it is just a chore." Su Ming waved his hand, took out a bottle of wine and took a sip: "Now take a rest.
, the real battle has just begun, you won’t forget how many types of our enemies there are, right?”
Efilar clenched her fists, she silently tore open the chocolate, took a vicious bite, and showed a bit of joy but a bit of regret:
"I won't forget it, but what does this have to do with you recruiting Space Marines? Since you are so strong."
Deathstroke shook his head, and pushed the bottle towards the nun: "I'm not omnipotent. There are some things that I have to rely on you and the Space Marines to help. At least I need to know what the name of this planet is, why the situation here is so chaotic, and what's going on underground.
What was buried?"
The nun refused the drink. She was forbidden from drinking. Instead, she concentrated on biting the large piece of chocolate: "Are you talking about the Necrons? Then you should check the database of the Mechanicus. If it is true,
They dug the tomb here, and there should be records on the Martian Forge World."
"Things involving technology mining are all confidential. I don't have any acquaintances with the Mechanic Priest. What about you? Are you familiar with those families?" Su Ming took back the wine bottle and took a sip of it for himself, as if he asked casually.
The nun stuffed the food into her mouth, patted the residue on her hands, and made a gesture of spreading her hands:
"I grew up in the monastic world of Ophelia. After I became a warrior, I always received requests for assistance from the Tribunal before leaving with the team to do missions in other worlds. The mission was completed, and the survivors among my sisters and I
He will be sent back to the monastery to continue his cultivation. Unfortunately, I don’t know any acquaintances from the Mechanicus, but I do know a few Death Cult assassins.”
"You also learned how to tell jokes." Su Ming pointed at her and gave her another piece of candy: "So we still have to rely on the Space Marine Chapter to ask them to question the Mechanicus in the name of the Chapter. Compared with us
It’s much easier to ask someone to find out.”
The nun thought it might be difficult. She had seen some guys from the Mechanicus. Those half-human, half-machine thinking was completely logical. Whether it was administrative orders or force deterrence, they didn't care. They would only calculate gains based on gains and losses.
Moreover, the Dark Angels and Space Wolves will not listen to you. If you ask them to ask questions for you, will they go?
But along the way she witnessed how men always have plans. She did not ask this question, but asked something less relevant: "You seem to be very interested in those Necron ribs? Do you like ancient technology?"
"I used to live outside the light of the Emperor's Star Torch, and work as a bounty hunter in a world of mixed fish and dragons. You know, sometimes you have to use whatever weapons you pick up in battle." Su Ming compiled.
He told the lie that he wanted more than just the ribs, but he couldn't say it directly: "But once, I accidentally picked up a Necronomicon Gauss gun. It was so useful. Unfortunately, later on
It was damaged in the battle. Since then, I have been very interested in their weapons and wanted to get some as backup."
The nun nodded clearly, bounty hunter, mercenary, so this is his profession.
"I understand. You want to follow the Space Marines into the Great Tomb and take the opportunity to use your ability to put things into subspace to get some good weapons. I will keep it a secret for you." She straightened out her logic and got
He answered what he thought was the correct answer: "But since you are the Primarch, why do you continue to be a mercenary? Go back to Holy Terra, maybe"
"What about you? Have you ever thought about returning to Planet Ophelia VII?" Su Ming interrupted her and raised his hand in front of his face, indicating that he had never thought about going to Holy Terra.
Efilar was silent for a moment, his lower lip tilted to the left for a while, and then bit between his teeth. Silence accompanied the two of them, while the incense cleansed the air.
After a long while, she sighed:
"I'm afraid I can't go back, at least I can't die now. What is this?"
She innocently picked up the cookie bag next to her, the package of food that Deathstroke had introduced to her just now.