Endurance, Think Tank Library.
Now.
.
Thanks to Hades' foresight, all organic matter in an area around the think tank library was cleared out in advance and the area was blocked. Now, a foul smell permeates the entire area.
Fernando almost fainted, but luckily Hades dragged him out of the secret room with the strongest smell in time and punched him to help him wake up.
I know you threw up, but don't take your helmet off or you'll die.
Hades thought silently.
Hades touched Fernando with his sickle again to confirm that he was not contaminated, then found a closed room at the edge of the area and let him rest alone in it.
Although both of their power armors were more or less stained with pus, the good news was that the mucus was not corrosive, and at least their power armors would not be damaged in the short term.
Then, Hades used the communication channel in his helmet to contact Barasin, who had been on standby, and briefly informed the chief commander of the current situation.
In that section of the channel, Barasin's voice was silent for a long time.
"I certainly did not expect this type of attack."
We'll have to open a separate ventilation duct later.
"And, good job, Hades."
Fernando probably finally put his worries to rest.
But... Barasi thought, he had never seen a being that could possess a Space Marine and use psychic energy to drastically transform the Space Marine's body before.
A psychic creature
Or is it the devil that Hades mentioned
There were many things to do at the moment, so Barasi put his thoughts aside for the time being.
Although Barasin is still curious about their battle and the specific battle scenes, the most urgent thing now is to clean up the area because according to Hades, these smells may carry viruses.
According to Hades' description, the chief commander skillfully began to arrange the tasks.
First, notify the nearest Second Company to send veterans wearing power armor with enhanced respiratory systems to guard the blocked entrances and exits of this area and replace the previous guards.
Then, notify the Shipping Department to find two separate ventilation ducts for the think tank library area. These two ducts must not be connected to other areas.
One immediately ventilates at maximum power, while the other begins to exhaust, and then discharges the exhaust gas directly into space in the air exchange area.
After the initial ventilation work was completed and Fernando recovered a little, Barracin had another brief discussion with Fernando and Hades.
Finally, they decided to abandon the use of this area and move the think tank activities to the next level of the cabin.
Large amounts of disinfectant spray and Ju Su fuel were transported into the area through closed and disinfected pipelines.
Finally, Fernando decided to burn all the books in the think tank library and use giant element fuel and incendiary weapons to carry out a final disinfection of the area.
Hades sighed silently. Although he was reluctant to burn so many books, it was obvious that they were not suitable for reading as they were tainted with the corruption of Nurgle.
Fernando felt Hades' regret, but his laughter was heard in the communication channel, and he felt particularly relaxed.
"It's okay. No one except the think tanks would read these books. The Death Guard's think tanks were destined to perish. The decision made by the Legion Commander is correct."
"Burning these books now will only erase our traces more thoroughly."
Having said that, as the chief think tank, Fernando actually memorized the contents of most important books, and if he were given time, he would have the energy to rewrite them.
Those he didn't remember were books that were unimportant, too niche, or even blasphemous.
Tired and regretful, Hades subconsciously took a deep breath silently, but he forgot that it was only the initial breathing, and Hades was almost carried away by the stench in the air.
He swallowed back the stomach acid that was rising up again.
But before destroying all of this, there is one more thing.
Hades spoke, his voice hoarse,
"Send Mortarion here."
Barasin blinked.
Angry and confused, the Lord of Death leaned on the communication platform with both hands, his eyes under the hood fixed on the screen on the communication platform.
Balasin was standing behind him. Balasin looked at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose. It was all done by the two of them. I know nothing about it.
On the screen, the recordings on Hades and Fernando's helmets are playing.
A room filled with witchcraft runes, bloated corpses that made Mortarion feel uncomfortable just by looking at them, rapidly wriggling flesh, cracks, and strange intelligent creatures.
Mortarion originally thought that his alien adoptive father was disgusting enough, but now, he had seen something a thousand times more disgusting than Nakre.
That bloated Space Marine. My god, humans can actually become like that.
If he became like that, he would rather die. Mortarion would spit on him for wasting one more second.
The screen recording ended, and finally it exploded, with the last image being the mucus covering the entire screen.
Mortarion silently turned his gaze back to the surveillance video showing Hades' face—
This is a simple camera in the Space Marine helmet. Mortarion had never known what it was used for before, but now he knew.
He looked at Hades, and the familiar awkward smile on that face instantly reduced his anger by half. No, it made Mortarion even angrier.
No, that was Hades, maybe he should trust his
"Explain it."
Mortarion's hoarse voice, like a sigh, sounded.
The smile that Hades had managed to maintain froze.
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