Chapter 97 The Night of Advent

"The specific coordinates are here?" Calvin looked at the imaging results on the holographic map, one hand on his chest, and the other hand stroking his chin.

"Yes." Constantine said, looking at a small dot in the middle of the desert on the holographic map.

As the provider of the mission, he has the obligation to explain the location of the mission and the characteristics of the background environment to the Grey Knights one by one.

"The land-sea ratio of this planet is about 5:4, but the proportion of desert on the land accounts for an absolute majority of 80%."

"Huh? Such a good ratio. It can be inhabited with a little adjustment, right? How did this planet become deserted?"

Calvin quickly discovered this unreasonable place. This native environment that is highly similar to the human mother planet Terra is rare in the entire universe.

"It's just a sacrifice of geopolitics. This place is too close to the asteroid belt. The empire's star zone managers found that the economic value of developing here is completely disproportionate to the cost of defending against nearby pirates. After the failure of the two nearby Astartes regiments, they completely abandoned this place." Constantine explained.

"So the desertification here is natural?" Calvin asked.

"No, in order to prevent the pirates in the asteroid belt from developing this place into a home port, the governor of the star region, with the help of the forge world of Grea, has imposed the Desolation Decree, or the Desolation Agreement, on this place."

"What is that?" Calvin smelled a familiar smell just from the name.

"A powerful biochemical virus bomb, the effect is to decompose more than 90% of the organic matter in this world within three weeks."

"Fuck... so fierce? A biochemical extinction order?" Calvin and his two brothers looked at each other.

"Ahem... Constantine, I think..."

Calvin decided to persuade the other party again. It seems that this adventure is not necessary.

They must re-evaluate whether it is too dangerous to risk fighting with these oil guys at their doorstep just to repay a favor.

Constantine also saw the thoughts of Calvin and others, or it should be said that any normal person would have such concerns at this time.

He did not wait for Calvin and others to reach a negative conclusion, because once the will is formed, it is difficult to change.

He chose to interrupt the other party's thinking process before his will was formed, and added another layer of bargaining chips to the already agreed transaction.

"As long as this operation goes smoothly, we are willing to guarantee that the supply of psychic affinity metals to Titan will increase by 5% on the original basis in the next 100 years."

Calvin and others were unmoved. After all, there were too many things at home to use. The Grey Knights of the dog family really don't lack this little material.

Seeing that the other party's reaction was not as expected, Constantine did not hesitate. He added the stakes again neatly:

"I have checked your most recent demand for Mars. I have been authorized to promise you that if you successfully complete this mission, we are willing to station a set of gene seed cultivation equipment on the Demos micro-casting world accompanied by Titan, and we will be responsible for the maintenance of the equipment and the training of personnel."

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Calvin and his comrades were silent. They suddenly understood how the influence of these technical geeks on Mars spread throughout the entire empire.

"This is really generous!"

"Promise him!"

The voices of Golden and Tariq sounded in Calvin's mind.

It's really no wonder they were so careless. There's nothing else, it's just that they gave too much.

So after a short silence, Calvin had to put on a special business smile in the expectation of his comrades and said to the boss from Mars:

"Ah, the honorable Father Constantine! Please tell me the key points of the mission again!"

The scene in the preparation room once again returned to a warm atmosphere, or maybe it was even warmer than before...

The black ship quietly approached the nameless planet from the direction of the asteroid belt.

Under the premise of not intending to alert the enemy, the fixed-point transmission that can only be used on the basis of large-scale auspicious scanning and the airdrop capsule used in frontal kick operations cannot be used.

Releasing a Thunderhawk in orbit, and then the Thunderhawk will lead the Gray Knights to sneak into the atmosphere and land secretly became the final decision after everyone discussed.

In the desert world, the night is always more lively than the day.

A dune lizard quietly lay on the top of the yellow sand, using its two independently working eyes to enjoy its precious midnight time while on guard.

It was using its belly to absorb the dew condensed on the gravel due to the drastic drop in temperature. This was the only way to get water except for going to a distant water source.

"Buzz......" The sound of the Thunderhawk's engine swept through the low altitude. But its black paint made it difficult to distinguish at night.

The frightened dune lizard stretched its tail straight and raised it, spread its four slender legs and tried to escape.

However, it was too late. In the dark night, a big hand fell from the sky and grabbed it and stuffed it into its mouth.

"What are you eating? Are you hungry?"

Calvin, who had just jumped off the Thunderhawk flying at low altitude with the mechanical priest in his jetpack, asked Tariq, who had landed first and had a bulging mouth.

Behind Calvin, one by one, the gray knights were constantly penetrating the black night sky, and descended into this uninhabited desert with the low whistling sound of the jetpack.

"Local desert lizards." Tariq said to Calvin in the psychic communication channel.

His mouth was still chewing, but it seemed that he didn't enjoy the taste of this thing very much.

"Is it delicious?" Constantine asked curiously after getting Calvin's explanation.

For this kind of question, the other party said he was too lazy to answer. His big rolled eyes had already said a lot.

"Then why do you still want to eat?" The mechanical priest was even more curious.

"He is looking for water." Golden came from behind and took up Constantine's question.

"Looking for water?"

"Well, by eating local creatures, you can get the memory of local resources and certain abilities from DNA." Golden explained.

"Then what?"

"Then you will know the location of the nearby water source."

"Do you need this? The Astartes I know don't seem to have this need."

"Then we can bypass these water sources and the pirate troops that may be stationed there." Calvin said.

"So? I've learned a lesson."

Constantine finally understood why, with the powerful war machines such as the Iron-made Cybernetic Legion and the Titan Legion of the Mechanicus, they could only be responsible for auxiliary and logistics in the Great Crusade.

This group of Astartes is really a thorough killing machine created by the man called the Emperor from the genetic level.

One or two of them are not impressive, but imagine that when these inhuman warriors descend on the enemy's ruling area in units of 100,000, all you can do is pray for them and pray that they don't die too ugly.

All their abilities and details exist for war and killing, even details such as eating are no exception.

From a purely war perspective, even the sages of the Restoration Order who focus on destruction and destruction are probably more respectful than them, not to mention that these Astartes in front of them are the most special one.

In this context, Constantine felt that he had more confidence in the success or failure of this mission.

"Puh, phuh, phuh!" Tariq's "appetizer" was finally tasted. While spitting out the residue and bones in his mouth, he planned the preset route in his data terminal.

The Grey Knights who had gathered silently around also received the marching route planned by Tariq on their data terminals at this time.

"From here to here, there is a smell of water vapor. If we follow this route and pass through the middle, we will pass through the death zone and will not pass through any water source." Tariq confirmed with them again in the public communication channel.

After he finished speaking, Calvin, the commander of the team, checked the status of the whole team and waved his hand:

"Go!"

All the Grey Knights began to march towards the target in a fan-shaped formation in silence.

The night has just begun, and they still have plenty of time.

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