Chapter 86 Super Rich Man's Hardcover Edition

Although it was not loud, the exclamation just now still caused a vigilant inspection and questioning in this team of almost all rookies.

"So who can tell me what just happened? Why did you start shouting when you just walked in less than a thousand feet?"

Maxim, I don't know if it was because he wanted to cover up that he was also aroused by the exclamation, or because the chapter leader was present and they immediately made such a low-level mistake.

In short, he sounded very angry and asked in the team channel.

"Nothing, actually, uh, I just thought I touched my grenade pull ring and brought it down."

"... This is the stupidest thing I have ever heard. I swear, Vitalie, really, you make me ashamed. If our mission is not yet completed, I want to put you in the fighting cage and beat you up so that you can wake up!"

They stood in place, the entrance seemed not far away, and they could retreat at any time in a few seconds, making this place still seem very safe.

The darkness looked down at them quietly, and the floating dust floated around them.

At this time, the mechanical priest used his cold and emotionless electronic signal to speak from the speaker installed on his body.

"Omnissia, the research time of a whole Terra hour that I have wasted is precious. If you only intend to stand here and talk without moving forward, then I suggest that we leave now and go back up, and I am personally happy to fabricate and provide you with a detailed inspection and combat report that is guaranteed to pass the perfect review of the chapter leader. What do you think?"

The meaningless argument immediately dissipated.

"Stop talking, be vigilant, and move on."

Maxim once again collected the eyepiece data of everyone and began to draw a real-time map to compare with the ship structure diagram they obtained before coming down.

"First, we will pass through the first twelve decks to make sure that this original maintenance passage and the cabin next to it are safe and can be used; then we will arrive at the B13 deck, where the sensors are said to have been offline recently, and none of the two maintenance servitors sent in have returned or taken pictures of the situation there. - So, it is certain that something is waiting for us there. Everyone's bolt guns are loaded at all times, pay attention to the alert, the servoskulls continue to explore forward, and the "Sage", please inform us of the exploration situation ahead in a timely manner."

"Omnissia will guide us." The "Sage" muttered again, and then asked his mechas to move forward and guard the front wing of the team.

The Chapter Master stood at the back of the team. Just a glance at his figure could make people feel at ease: even among the genetically engineered super warriors, he was a real giant, armed to the teeth. His power armor was the heaviest power armor that the loyal warriors of the Empire could wear. Each component made of heavy ceramite and adamantium was an expensive workmanship treasure that could withstand the most severe damage in most environments. His one strike could destroy an entire team of the Empire's enemies in the blink of an eye.

In front of him, in addition to the mechanical priests holding power gear axes and equipped with some long-range weapons that could not be directly named, and the "Domitar-class" mechas equipped with shoulder-mounted double O-type bolt guns, long-handled gravity hammers, and automatic reactive energy combat shields.

Surrounding them were all fully loaded with bolt guns, melee power weapons, various rare grenades, plasma pistols, precision flamethrowers, and other gadgets that shouldn't be on recruits - a team of recruits that Ramizann secretly called "the super-rich, finely equipped, blindly stacked tactical team". Oh, by the way, they even luxuriously brought along one of the only two pharmacists on the ship, the Parogov brothers.

I really don't know whether the decision maker who decided to use this configuration for this mission was too confident or too worried.

Ramizann felt that the power of this team might be enough to change the fate of a planet if placed elsewhere, but now, after all, they were just planning to clean up the idle passages and rooms for this ancient warship, so it should be... It will be over soon, right?

The traces of corrosion left on the metal bulkheads at some unknown time were as strange and heavy as if something was crawling by. At first glance, they merged with the shadows.

From a very far distance, the groaning of the metal structure being twisted continuously was heard. Some gas was hissing out of the broken pipes somewhere, and there were more sounds of dripping liquids intertwined or confronted with it.

The treading sound of heavy ceramic steel boots echoed in the dark space along with the flashing light poles of searchlights.

Something always felt wrong.

"Maxim. 'Sage'."

"Yes, Chapter Master."

"Report readings."

"Except for the low temperature, high humidity, and turbid air, there is no change. So far, it looks like an ordinary idle cabin."

Ramizane still felt something was wrong.

It was too quiet here.

Some things he had seen in 2K floated up in his mind at an inappropriate time.

Generally speaking, the number of ordinary and technical crew members required on the lower deck of a void ship of this size is quite considerable. The number of mortal crew members required for a normally prepared moon-class cruiser during combat readiness should reach 30,000 to 50,000, and larger ships undoubtedly need more.

In the 41st millennium, large military floating fortresses, warships, and many large civilian ships, such as some charter fleets on fixed routes, have crews who do not disembark from generation to generation, and the cycle from birth to death is completed in the small world on their ships.

Some ships never even dock at ports, and the crews give birth to generations of descendants in the cold cabins. These people born in the iron wall are called sons of the void, which is a name given to people born on ships by the residents of the empire.

If a ship is large enough and sails in the void for a long enough time, it may even produce professional crews who are inherited by family and blood. The positions are usually fixed. For example, a gun aiming position may be controlled by the same family for generations, and parents will pass on the required professional knowledge to their children as a family secret from generation to generation.

——So even if this is the lower deck of the Iron Blood, which is famous for its degree of automation, isn’t it a bit too unpopular?

——Also, by the way, why didn’t you notice it just now? Why is there no light here? I remember that there was nothing wrong with the power room of the Iron Blood——

These two thoughts flashed through the body and mind of the fourth Primarch at the same time.

Changes occurred suddenly.

Quack!

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