Chapter 783 You Are Really Biased, Old Man Huang

Celestine stood quietly aside, waiting for Fugen and Curze to finish their conversation. She didn't understand the deep meaning of their words, but she knew not to be too curious about the distant and ancient past.

Curze finally calmed down. After being freed from the prophetic illusion, his IQ and reason regained the upper hand.

"Then you guys watch it first~" Fugen left the room, and the sainted Celestine was a little at a loss.

Curze squinted at Celestine for a while, and didn't drive her out rudely, but just said that the emperor was really partial.

Partial?

Celestine still didn't understand, but Curze didn't explain anything to her. He put the video tape into the machine by himself, sat down against the wall, and watched the second season of My Little Pony.

After a while, Curze said dissatisfiedly.

"How long are you going to flutter in the air? You're disturbing me."

"I'm sorry!"

"Go sit down somewhere, away from me."

"Yes!"

Celestine went to another corner of the room and sat down with her hands on her knees. The wings behind her were retracted and separated the wall like a cushion.

In this process, a lot of feathers fell off. These bright feathers fell to the ground and then turned into dots of light and merged into the room.

"Really biased." Curze cursed quietly, and then continued to watch cartoons quietly.

A few months later, the interior of the Bjetan Ark had accommodated a large number of joint troops, and the corresponding supporting facilities were also rapidly built up during the construction of the engineering team.

The Grand Mess Diplomatic Support Group, which Guilliman had just established, was also here. This new organization was composed of members of the Fourth Company of the Ultramarines. Uriel Ventris was the leader of the volunteer group, and two veterans with hundreds of battles assisted him in his work.

As the captain of the Fourth Company, Ventris was not only a flexible commander, but also a politician who cared about the welfare of ordinary imperial citizens. He stood far away and observed the spectacular scene of the construction of the engineering team.

In Ventris's eyes, the speed of construction often reflects the strength of an organization better than the speed of destruction.

A team of weepers approached Ventris. Some of them had a white cross engraved on their shoulder armor, indicating that they were the pharmacists in the team, and some of them had black and yellow warning tape on their shoulder armor, indicating that they were the engineers in the team.

As for the one with a golden double-headed eagle printed on his shoulder armor, he was the captain of the ten-man team.

The power armor used by the weepers warriors is no different in appearance from the power armor often worn by the Ultramarines, but the large number of equipment hidden in the armor makes Ventris envious.

Vehicle-level Aegis that can be connected in parallel, power backpacks with more efficient heat dissipation and charging cycles, emergency life medicine injections built into the armor, and an iron network tactical communication system designed and installed by Perturabo.

In the eyes of some old-fashioned and conservative chapters, the Weepers may be a little too dependent on technological support. A powerful Space Marine should rely on absolute loyalty to the Emperor and constant training of combat skills.

But Ventris didn't think so. He greeted the captain of the Weepers squad.

"Hello, brother from Ultramar. For the Emperor, I am the captain of the 185th Engineering Company of the Weepers - Decius."

185th Company.

Ventris felt that the Weepers were really outrageous. Just counting the Engineering Company, the Weepers already had 1,850 warriors. If their combat troops, medical companies and reserves were added, only the Emperor knew how many people they could pull out.

Maybe the number of Weepers has already exceeded 10,000.

But this is also normal. After all, this is a chapter run by several Primarchs. The pure gene seeds and safe and complete operations are the biggest advantages that the current Space Marines do not have.

Ventris knew that the pharmacists of their chapter were also learning from the pharmacists of the Weepers, and Guilliman also said that he wanted to rebuild a powerful legion that could protect the entire Ultramar sector.

The system of the chapter will soon be over.

Ventris ended his sigh and continued to communicate with Decius, "Excuse me, do you have anything to do? Or is the engineering facility we are watching here some kind of confidential project?"

"No, no, brother." Decius waved his hand, "We are here to invite you to join our work."

"Join your work?" Ventris was a little confused, he didn't come out here to do any paperwork.

Decius threw a hammer drill over, and Ventris immediately understood that these Weepers were inviting them to join the construction.

"I noticed that you have been watching here for a long time. If you are really interested, why don't you just get involved?"

Ventris looked at the friendly smile on Decius's face and didn't seem to be fake, so he put aside some thoughts about humiliation and followed Decius's steps to approach the construction area.

Close observation gave Ventris and his brothers a different experience. The surging sound of the engineering equipment in operation was more powerful and shocking than any church chorus.

Some of the completed walls were hung with inspiring slogans, and under the towering buildings were the engineering supervisors gathered in groups of three or four. Some of them were human and some were Tau.

Ventris even saw a Tau say something to a team of Weeper engineers, and then the captain nodded and led his men to work in the building complex.

This was simply unimaginable, but it really happened before Ventris's eyes.

"Feel the sense of accomplishment of building a miracle in your hands! This is more proud than killing countless heretics and aliens." Decius shouted to Ventris, and then drove the gravity crane to deliver thousands of tons of steel to higher floors.

Ventris looked at the impact drill in his hand, then looked at his comrades and said, "I have forgotten when I last worked."

"It must be the days before you became a Space Marine." Another warrior said.

Ventris nodded, he was right. After becoming a Space Marine, his life was filled with fighting and prayer. He lived in the reverent eyes of the people of the Empire and followed the instructions of the Emperor to bring destruction to the enemies of mankind.

Although Ventris had built a lot of things, they were all trenches and bunkers to meet the needs of war. This kind of large-scale production mixed with mortals and aliens had never happened before.

Holding the impact drill tightly in his hand, Ventris felt in good condition, so he followed the other Weeper engineers and after studying silently for half an hour, he was able to mix out a can of high-quality plastic steel cement.