Infinite Metaverse

What else could the Chronicler be doing in the Astartes' chambers?

Only interviews.

After all, as we all know, Astartes are different from mortals, Astartes have no desires in that respect.

Most interstellar warriors have a bad impression of the narrator. Even if they don’t, they don’t want to waste time on interviews with the narrator. To get an exclusive interview from an interstellar warrior is very uncomfortable for a narrator. easy thing.

So Holkamp didn't think much about it. He was a composer, and it was his job to record the Great Crusade and the Rebellion in the form of songs, and he was not interested in interviews and reports.

Holkamp came to the chair and sat down, rubbing his hands excitedly, looking expectant.

Seeing Hall's expectant face, Fu Qihai didn't know where to start.

"Uh..." Fu Qihai thought for a while and asked:

"The music score of this song is recorded using a recording format called a stave. Do you know this kind of stave?"

"I know the staves, my lord. You may not know, but I am actually a music historian. I have researched the staves used by Terra in ancient times. Oh, at that time Terra was still called Earth. You can also write staves."

If you know the staves, you don't need to ask about the numbered notation.

Fu Qihai turned his head to look at his empty cabin, and said, "I don't seem to have tools for writing music scores here."

"It's okay, it's okay." Hall said quickly, "I brought a special tool of mine."

As he spoke, he took out an iron-gray servo skull from his bag.

After activating the miniature anti-gravity device of the servo skull, the metal skull floated in mid-air, and the hollow eye sockets glowed with blue light.

Holkamp took out a tablet, inserted a metal cable hanging from the lower end of the servo skull into the tablet, sat upright, and said:

"You hum softly to this servo skull, and the meditator system inside will automatically convert the sound into a score output, and I will proofread it with you after I form the score."

Well, now I don't even have to write the staves.

The servo skull is a metal skull, and inside the skull is a brain that has undergone anti-corrosion treatment, serving as the calculation "wetware" of this servo computer.

Why do you have to make the computer look like a skeleton? This is the cultural symbol of death imagery that can be seen everywhere in the Warhammer 40K human empire. The skull symbol is on the logo of Mechanicus, on the various flags of the empire, and on the soldiers On the armor, it all exists.

Fu Qihai sang "The Sound of Silence" a cappella in the cabin. Hall checked the output score with Fu Qihai one by one, and happily left with his servo skull.

...

Looking back on yesterday, it was indeed a comfortable thing to have a pleasant chat with the long-legged and beautiful Yujie.

The next day, Fu Qihai came out of the training cage covered in sweat, finished the morning training, went back to the rest cabin to take a shower, changed into plain clothes, and went to the restaurant.

Entering the restaurant of the battleship, Fu Qihai waved to Papa with blond curly hair in the distance, said hello, picked up a drink, and walked to Guert who was sitting at the bar.

Fu Qihai and Guert touched the cups and asked:

"Is Frajos back?"

Gurte nodded and said:

"The commander rallied and returned to his post."

Fu Qihai asked: "What is our future plan? Where is the battleship heading now?"

Gurt said: "Terra, the final destination of the cruiser is Terra. The supply line has been cut off by us, but the momentum of the rebels' attack on Terra is still fierce. The Primarch judged that they planned to put all their eggs in one basket. The latest news is that the The Shadow Crusade launched by the Word Eaters and the World Eaters in the Ultimate Starfield has been foiled, and now Terra needs our support."

Fu Qihai wondered: "There are no supplies, why are the rebels still attacking so fiercely?"

Fu Qihai was puzzled. Even the modern war on the earth is a struggle for logistics. It is impossible for the future war of Warhammer 40K to still fight for courage. How do you shoot without bullets and firearms, and how do you run tanks without fuel?

Guert leaned over and said in a low voice: "Gossip, it is said that it is supported by Mars. The foundry leader Karl Bohar has rebelled. It is said that even the Titan Legion has arrived on the surface of Terra."

On the surface, Fu Qihai cooperated with surprise, but in fact, he already knew about Carbohar's mutiny in his heart.

Fu Qihai took a sip of his drink calmly, thinking in his mind that Wo Kuotai on the Dagger should have received the news, and if he didn't, should he remind him.

At this time, a well-dressed woman swayed in from the door of the restaurant.

This woman has light brown skin, a slender and tall neck, decorated with rings of golden collars, her black hair is coiled into a spiral bun, and various golden plants are inlaid on her forehead. into things.

As soon as this gorgeously dressed woman entered the door, her gaze began to search the empty restaurant. After seeing Fu Qihai, she immediately came here.

Fu Qihai noticed that her exposed skin had no pores at all, and was as smooth and delicate as satin. This should be the result of the most advanced plastic surgery technology in the empire.

The woman walked up to Fu Qihai and Guert, looked up at Fu Qihai, bowed her knees slightly, and said:

"Dear Sergeant Green Hill, hero of the Battle of Loswell, may I invite you to be interviewed by me, Barbara Stephens?"

Um?

Fu Chenghai and Guert looked at each other in blank dismay.

Fu Qihai rubbed his head and said, "I'm sorry, ma'am, I don't accept interviews. If you want to find a space warrior for an exclusive interview, I recommend that one to you."

Fu Qihai pointed to the curly-haired Papa sitting not far away.

Without turning her head to look, Barbara Stephens said:

"Oh no, you misunderstood me, I came here specially to interview you, the god of war in Loswell, the piano prince of Astartes... My God, how can a person combine powerful force and artistic melancholy , it's so romantic."

Fu Qihai was speechless. Although the operation on Lostwell 7 was very tragic, it was just one of the thousands of military operations of the Astartes. This is the meaning of the Astartes being created.

Also the "Battle of Loswell"... It sounded like the twilight of the gods, Fu Qinghai felt embarrassed as a party involved.

Besides, the title of "Loswell God of War" is fine, but what the hell is "Prince of the Piano", this title is not a mess, Fu Qihai doesn't want to be caught as a jungler.

Guert, who was sitting across from him, laughed when he heard the words, and then asked curiously:

"Qingshan, what does the piano prince mean?"

Fu Qihai waved his hands and was too lazy to explain, and directly refused:

"Ma'am, as I said, I don't give interviews. If you want to write a vivid and detailed report on the battlefield, I suggest you find someone else."

Faced with Fu Qihai's clear rejection, Barbara still didn't give up. She actually picked out a strangely shaped triangular diamond from her forehead, and gently pushed it to Fu Qihai's bar table.

The tone is full of pride and meaningfully said:

"My lord, this is a token of the Tyra Stephens family. Accept this and accept my interview. You will gain the friendship of the Stephens family."

"Pfft..." Fu Chenghai laughed for a moment, and Guert, who was sitting across from him, also had an uncontrollable smile on his face.

Fu Qihai pushed back the broken diamonds on the bar counter to the woman, and said solemnly:

"This... Ms. Stephens, I don't know how much power your family has in Terra, the Ministry of the Interior or the Ministry of Military Affairs, but I am an Astartes monk, and I only accept the Emperor and my principles. I have no interest in politics in the future. Put away your tokens, this is of no use to Space Marines."

I, the Astartes, are an extension of the Emperor's will in flesh and blood.

A family with deep roots on Terra?

It's none of my business.

Not only Fu Qihai thinks this way, but even the Ultramarines such as Guert think the same way.

Great figures like Warmaster Horus, Robert Guilliman, or Jaghatai Khan may also need to consider a little bit of exchange of interests at the top of the empire, political balance, and the like.

I am the head of the Space Marines, and I don't need to give anyone's face except the Emperor himself and the Primarch!

Barbara Stephens seemed to feel that she had been insulted. She angrily grabbed the broken diamonds on the table, turned around and pointed at Chen Xue who had just come in from the door and asked loudly:

"Then why did you accept that woman's interview? How is she better than me? Her family is useless in Terra, and she doesn't understand the rules of high society at all, that damn bitch!"

Although Fu Qihai didn't know what was wrong between Barbara and Chen Xue, he couldn't see someone he didn't know insult his compatriots like this.

Fu Qihai leaned forward suddenly, frowned, stared straight into Barbara's eyes, and said in a serious tone:

"I don't need to tell you what I said or did to Ms. Shirley, and I don't need you to question it... Do you understand, mortal?"

The strong and stalwart upper body of Astartes covered the light, cast a shadow, and enveloped Barbara. Barbara looked at Fu Qinghai's murderous eyes, and suddenly trembled with fright.

The aura of corpses crawling out of the sea of ​​blood that erupted from Fu Chenghai instantly made Barbara speechless, and turned around and fled out of the restaurant without looking back.

The moment Chen Xue passed her by, she twitched her lips, and a disdainful voice whispered in Barbara's ear:

"Oh, bitch."

…………