Chapter 1867: 2 people's secret

In the dimly lit room, the thick and long 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 lost the boss all had their own ideas, and suddenly waaaagh! Can't get up.

Without the blessings of the force field, they are not the opponents of the interstellar warriors at all. Su Ming just took the nun back to the relay station again, and killed hundreds of green skins in the way by the way, and the rest was given to the outer interstellar Warriors out.

The dark steel walls did not know how to achieve such perfect sound insulation, and the sound of fire and explosion on the battlefield seemed to be far away.

Skeletons represent pure divinity, and the room where the two of them are now is filled with rows of candles on the left and right. This may have been the confession room of the state priest before, because there is a small saint. Like, looking down at the two.

The light was beating, and the nun continued to light the second candle. Some of these things were eaten by the orcs, but it seemed that the candles with nanomachines did not taste very good. Most of them were preserved, except for the mess in the room. The tables and chairs carved out of stone are still in place.

Maybe that bench is about the same with its feet collapsed, at least this room is definitely not for the space warriors, they might have to squat down before they can get in.

Orcs like scrap iron, and wood is fine, but only the most professional junk knows how to use stone as a material. Most of the time, they don't like to move them.

"Why are you telling them that you don't need support?"

The nun lit up several rows of candles, and even the room became warmer, so she went to the table and sat down, dropped her white helmet on the table, and curiously asked death knell questions.

"Maybe I really need help in some areas, but it's definitely not in combat." Su Ming took out some red and green small objects from his pocket, and he pushed some of them to the nun: "You Do you have something to eat? It's delicious."

Next, if you want to manipulate these two star warrior companies, you can't let yourself be in the position of the ‘rescued’, but you have to be arrogant and powerful. This is the right way to get the right to speak from the star warriors.

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 on it looked like a very old low Gothic, but the writing was super ugly, and there were problems with grammar.

"Biscuits, milk candies, chocolate." Su Ming wiped the snacks, lined them up, and picked up a piece of chocolate and stuffed it into her hand: "This is a plant extract product that contains fat and calories, and can supplement The mitochondrial energy required by human cells. By the way, peel off the outer plastic skin before eating."

The nun glared at him. She just hadn't seen this kind of food. She didn't know which primitive world it came from, but she wasn't stupid. How could she unpack and eat it?

The transformation operation of the Star Warriors is very powerful. They can eat any animal or plant to gain energy by adding another ‘preset stomach’, and they can fight until death.

But those remodeling operations can only be used on human males.

The biochemical transformation experienced by the fighting nuns is another very crude monkey version, often to enhance retinal imaging, or the ability of limb movement, let alone medical nuns and secretary nuns.

Although the rigorous training he experienced made Eiffelard's physical fitness far beyond ordinary people, after all, as a human, he still needs to eat.

"The star warriors are fighting outside, we are eating here, it seems..." She was a little tangled, and turned to look at the corridor without the door.

"Don't mind, they are just chasing and killing the evacuated green skins. This is not a glorious act, it is just a chore." Su Ming waved his hand, took out a bottle of wine and took a sip: "Now take a break. , The real battle has just begun, you won’t forget how many types of our enemies are there?"

Eiffelal squeezed her fist, she tore the chocolate in silence, took a bite viciously, showing a somewhat happy but regretful expression:

"I won't forget, but what does this have to do with your recruiting star warriors? Since you are so strong."

The death knell shook his head, and he pushed the bottle towards the nun: "I'm not omnipotent. You and the space fighters must help me for some things. At least you need to know what the name of the planet is, why the situation here is so chaotic, what is the underground What is buried."

The nun refused the drink. She is disciplined and can't drink. Instead, she bit the big piece of chocolate intently: "Are you talking about the dead souls in space? Then you should check the database of Mechanical God. If it is true They dug a tomb here, and the Mars Forge World should have a record."

"The things involved in technological excavation are all confidential. I don't have an acquaintance with the mechanical priest. How about you? Are you familiar with those homes?" Su Ming retrieved the wine bottle and poured himself a sip, as if asking casually.

The nun stuffed the food into her mouth, clapped the residue on her hands, and made a gesture of spreading her hands:

"I grew up in the world of Ophelia monasticism since I was a child. After I became a warrior, I always received requests for assistance from the Tribunal before I left with the team to do missions in other worlds. The mission is completed, the survivors of my sisters and I I’ll be sent back to the monastery to continue my meditation. It’s a pity that I don’t know any acquaintances of Mechanicism, but I know a few Assassins who worship the Dead.

"You also learned to tell jokes." Su Ming pointed at her with a finger, and then sent her a piece of candy: "So we still have to rely on the Star Warrior Group to ask them to question the Mechanical God Cult in the name of the group, better than us It’s much easier to ask someone to come."

The nun thought it might be difficult. She had seen some guys taught by mechanics. Those half-human and half-machine thinking were completely logical. They didn't care about administrative orders or force deterrence. They only calculated gains based on gains and losses.

Moreover, dark angels and space wolves won't listen to you. If you ask them to ask questions for you, will they go?

But along the way, she has witnessed the planned performance of men. She did not ask this question, but asked a less relevant thing: "You seem to be interested in the ribs of the space necromancer? Do you like ancient technology?"

"I used to live outside the light of the emperor's star torch, and be a bounty hunter in a mixed world of fish and dragons. You know, sometimes you have to use whatever weapon you find in battle." Su Ming compiled He wanted more than just the ribs, but he couldn’t say it directly: “But once, I accidentally picked up a Necromantic Gauss Gun. It’s so easy to use, but it’s a pity. It was damaged in the battle. Since then, I have been interested in their weapons ~www.NovelMTL.com~ I want to get some spares."

The nun nodded clearly, bounty hunter, mercenary, it turns out that his job is this.

"I understand, you want to follow the interstellar warriors into the tomb, take the opportunity to use your ability to put things into the subspace, take some good weapons, I will keep it secret for you." She straightened out the logic and got The answer I think is correct: "But since you are the Primarch, why continue to be a mercenary? Go back to Holy Terra, maybe..."

"What about you? Have you ever thought about returning to Ophelia VII?" Su Ming interrupted her, raising his hand and squinting in front of her, saying that he had never thought about going to Holy Terra.

Eiffelal was silent for a while, and his lower lip was tilted to the left for a while, and he was bitten between his teeth. The silence accompanies the two of them, and the incense cleans the air.

After a long time, she sighed:

"I'm afraid I can't go back, at least now I can't die... By the way, what is this?"

With a naive look, she picked up the biscuit bag next to her, the bag of food that the death knell had clearly introduced to her just now.