Chapter 302: Group Headquarters

Lin Fan hung up the call, and Klipman sat on the chair, covering his face with his hands and stopped talking.

The people in the conference room of the expedition fleet were also silent. Kaiser White Fang had finished drinking the honey wine long ago. He sighed while pinching the jar.

"Okay, let's go and take a look. Klipman, don't be too suspicious. I swear by Fenris that man will never betray the empire. Even if you don't believe me, you have to believe Judge Microsilk."

Klipman looked at Microsilk who nodded and reluctantly accepted Kaiser White Fang's suggestion. After all, he had no choice.

They were going to leave for the Landes world to select personnel and transport planes.

As for the purpose, Kaiser White Fang thought it could be hidden, but he asked Westad, the general of the Casare Legion, not to tell anyone about the meeting.

General Westad wanted to sneak away from the conference room. After all, he heard too many secrets that he shouldn't hear today. That soap was definitely not an ordinary person.

At first he thought that Soap was just a magical boy favored by the Emperor, but now it seems that this guy knows so much about the dark history.

Westad began to doubt whether Soap was an old monster who had lived from the Great Crusade to the present.

Looking at Cather White Fang who was walking step by step with a subtle expression, Westad's expression was uglier than crying, and he could only tremble and make a Sky Eagle salute to greet him.

"Don't be so nervous, I won't kill you. Only the Inquisition can do this kind of cleansing."

"Yes, sir"

A big hand gently pinched General Westad's shoulder, and Cather White Fang's lips moved slightly, telling him to call Soap's acquaintances to go down together.

Upon hearing this, Westad's hanging heart was put down, as long as he didn't want to silence him, it would be fine.

Although he seemed to be a general of the Legion and looked glorious, facing the two giants of the Space Marines and the Inquisition, it was not much easier to crush them than to crush an ant.

An order was quickly drafted by Westad and passed down.

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A team of soldiers came to the 37th Regiment's station on the ship, which can be said to be the strongest unit in the Expeditionary Fleet Star Army.

Those shining merits and beautifully sewn military flags make no one jealous.

These soldiers fought tenaciously on the most difficult and desperate battlefields, and used their weapons to interpret what loyalty is.

The young soldier looked at the 37th Regiment's emblem painted on the gate and swallowed his saliva. He was excited that he had the honor to come to the heroic regiment. Such an experience was enough for him to return to his hometown and brag about it in that tavern.

The metal hatch opened, and inside were the soldiers of the 37th Regiment who were training, sweating profusely and physically strong.

A bald man noticed these soldiers standing at the door, saluted them and asked about their purpose.

"We are here to convey General Westad's order, and we can only pass it on to the colonel."

"Colonel?"

Hearing this, the bald man seemed a little embarrassed. There has never been a colonel in their regiment, and this position is always vacant.

"There is no colonel in our regiment, but I can take you to see the regiment political commissar."

"No!"

A soldier shouted excitedly, "I think we can hand this document over to the legendary 'butcher saw'!"

"Really? Has it been spread so far out there?"

The bald man wiped his face helplessly, sighed, and motioned the soldiers to follow his pace, although he was very surprised why he didn't use communication equipment to convey orders.

The soldiers followed the bald man, and the excitement in their hearts was hard to suppress. They had smiles on their faces that could not be concealed, and their eyes were shining.

Everyone knows that the 37th Regiment has a legendary warrior, a Mechanicus monk, wearing a red robe, with four limbs with electromagnetic circular saws behind him.

The power axe in his hand is used to perfection, and countless aliens fall in front of this person.

Not to mention this person's special method of repairing machine souls, no matter how irritable and stubborn the machine souls are, they will tremble in her hands, as docile as puppies.

The monks from other groups tried their best to learn from her, but she was so mysterious that she left behind a pile of broken limbs and arms, and her method of repairing the machine soul has always been unknown.

As the hatches opened one by one, the bald man pressed his hand on the scanner, and the mechanical skull eyes on the door sprinkled blue light waves. The bald man and the soldiers knew that this was the scan of the God of All Machines.

They knelt on the ground, waiting for the recognition of the God of All Machines.

"Identification."

The cold mechanical voice came with the sound of the hatch sliding, and the sound of knocking on the machine came from the room.

The lights suddenly turned on, and a legendary figure lingering in the soldiers' hearts appeared.

The red robe, the four telescopic limbs with electromagnetic saws behind him, and the huge and rough power axe. The soldiers couldn't imagine how many dead souls were under this axe.

"Priest Dilia, here is the warrant General Westad gave you!"

"Oh."

After a faint response, Priest Dilia turned her head and showed everyone her metal face like a skeleton.

The mechanical limbs stretched over and grabbed the warrant with pliers. After scanning it with the electronic eyes, it understood the content written on it.

"All officers and soldiers of the 37th Regiment boarded the transport ship parked at the A1 hatch. We are going to the Landes world."

The bald man was about to leave with the soldiers, but one of them did not go. Instead, he asked carefully from behind Priest Dilia: "Can I get an autograph from you?"

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"" Priest Dilia ignored him and was still busy with her work, welding and forging parts beside her from time to time.

"I don't want your autograph to show off. Do you still remember the Andelli No. 14 mining base? If you hadn't crushed those aliens like a cannonball, our regiment might have been killed. We admire and thank you very much."

These words touched Priest Dilia. She nodded slightly and mobilized the records in the data core. Her life was abundant and busy, and it was impossible for her to remember everything.

"Ah. I remember, Mining Base No. 14. I didn't intend to save you, those invisible aliens just happened to block my way."

"Do you understand? It wasn't me who saved you, it was luck that saved you."

Delia turned around and looked at the soldier with her electronic eyes emitting red light. This indifference made him a little discouraged, and his mood also dropped when he saw his savior.

The soldiers left, and the bald strong man came to the side of Priest Delia.

"You're just being stubborn, right? I remember... ahem, someone said that this is a sign of arrogance."

"Shut up, old Jock. There's nothing arrogance here."

"So did you save them? Or didn't you?"

"I didn't plan to save them. I was looking for something."

"So you're like an unstoppable armored vehicle, smashing everything on the road?"

"You know they're invisible, I can't see anything, old Jock."

Old Jock shrugged. He could already think of these poor aliens that were smashed into pieces by Priest Diliya. Just as he turned around to call the soldiers to assemble, he had an iron plate in his hand.

Walking out of the door and taking a closer look, this piece of scrap iron that looked like a scrap had Diliya's name written on it.

"Heh, isn't this arrogance?"

One gun pointed at the enemy, and one gun pointed at himself. Who can guarantee that he won't be corrupted?