Chapter 78 72. Spray more disinfectant.
Perseverance, Think Tank Library.
Now.
.Thanks
to Hades's foresight, he cleared all the organic matter in the area around the think tank library in advance and sealed off the area. Now, a foul smell echoes in the entire area.
Fernando almost fainted, but fortunately 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're throwing up, but don't take off your helmet or you'll die.
Hades thought silently.
Hades touched Fernando with his sickle again to confirm that he was not contaminated, and then found a closed room at the edge of the area and let him relax alone in it.
Although the power armor of both of them is more or less stained with pus, the good news is that the mucus is not corrosive, at least in the short term, nothing will happen to their power armor.
Then, Hades used the channel communication in the 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 really didn't expect this kind of attack."
A separate ventilation duct will have to be opened later.
"Also, good job, Hades."
Fernando probably finally let go of his worries.
It's just that, Barazin mused, he had never seen such a being that could possess a Space Marine and use spiritual energy to significantly transform the body of a Space Marine.
A psychic creature?
Or the devil as Hades calls him?
There were still many things to do at the moment, so Barasin put his thoughts aside for the time being.
Although Barasin is still curious about their battle and the specific battle scene, the most urgent thing now is to clean up the area, because according to Hades, the smell may carry viruses.
According to Hades's description, the chief commander skillfully began to assign tasks.
First, the nearest second company was notified to send veterans wearing power armor with enhanced respiratory systems to guard the blocked entrances and exits in this area to replace the previous guard personnel.
Then, notify the shipping department to find two separate ventilation ducts in the think tank library area. These two ducts must not be connected to other areas.
One line immediately ventilates at maximum power, while the other line begins to exhaust, and then in the air exchange area, the exhaust gas is directly discharged into space.
After the initial ventilation work was completed and Fernando recovered a little, Barasin had a brief discussion with Fernando and Hades again.
In the end, they decided to abandon the use of this area and move the think tank activities to the lower level of the cabin.
A large amount of disinfectant spray and chlorine fuel were transported into this area through pipelines that were closed and disinfected multiple times.
In the end, Fernando decided to burn all the books in the think tank library and use methionine fuel and explosive weapons to conduct a final disinfecting 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 after being stained with Nurgle's rot.
However, Fernando imprisoned the Plague Soldier somewhere else.
Fernando felt Hades' regret, and his laughter came from the communication channel. He was particularly relaxed.
"It's okay. No one except the Think Tank would read these books, and the Death Guard's Think Tank was destined to die. The legion commander made the right decision." "Burning these books now is just a more thorough explanation
. Just wipe out our traces."
Having said that, as the chief think tank, Fernando actually memorized the contents of most important books. As long as he is given time, he has the energy to rewrite them.
The books he didn't memorize were unimportant, too unconventional, or even blasphemous.
Tired and regretful, Hades took another deep breath subconsciously and silently, but he forgot that it was only the initial ventilation, and Hades was almost taken away by the stench in the air.
He swallowed back the acid in his stomach again.
But before destroying it all...there's one more thing.
Hades spoke with a hoarse voice,
"Call Mortarion."
Barasin blinked.
Angry and confused, the Lord of Death placed his hands on the communication platform, his eyes under the hood staring at the screen on the communication platform.
Balazin stood behind him. Balazin looked at his nose with his eyes, and his nose looked at his heart. They were the two of them. I didn't know anything.
On the screen, the screen recordings on Hades and Fernando's helmets were playing.
A room filled with witchcraft runes, swollen corpses that would make Mortarion feel uncomfortable just looking at them, rapidly squirming flesh, cracked gaps, and weird intelligent creatures.
Mortarion originally thought his alien adoptive father was disgusting enough, but now he saw something a thousand times more disgusting than Naklay.
That swollen Space Marine. Oh my God, humans could look like that.
If he were like that, he would rather have purple sand. If he wastes one more second, Mortarion will despise himself.
The screen recording ended, and finally it exploded, and the slime covering the entire screen was the last picture.
Mortarion silently moved his eyes back to the surveillance camera that was playing Hades's face -
this was a simple camera in the Space Marine helmet. Mortarion had never known the use of this before, but now, he knew .
He looked at Hades, and the familiar awkward smile on his face instantly made him less angry by half, no, it made Mortarion even more angry.
No, that's Hades, he should probably trust his
"Explain it."
Mortarion's hoarse voice sounded like a sigh.
Hades's smile that he managed to maintain froze.
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