Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 78 72. Multi-spray disinfectant

Endurance, Think Tank Library.

just now.
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Thanks to Hades' foresight, he emptied all the organic matter in the area around the think tank library in advance, and sealed off the area. Now, a foul smell reverberates in the entire area.

Fernando almost passed out just now, but fortunately Hades dragged him out of the secret room with the strongest smell in time, and at the same time gave him a punch 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 again with his scythe obituary to confirm that he was not contaminated, so he found a closed room at the edge of the area and let him relax in it alone.

Although both of them have some pus on their power armor, the good news is that the slime is not corrosive, at least in the short term, their power armor will be safe.

Then, Hades used the communication channel in the helmet to contact Barasin, who had been on standby, and briefly informed the chief commander of the current situation.

On the channel, Balasin's voice was silent for a long time.

"I really didn't expect this type of attack."

A separate ventilation duct will have to be opened later.

"And, well done, Hades."

Fernando probably finally let go of his heart disease.

It's just that Barasin pondered, he has never seen such an existence that can possess a space soldier and use psionic energy to greatly transform the body of a space soldier.

A psionic creature?

Or the devil that Hades called?

There are still many things to do right now, so Barasin put his thinking on hold 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, the smell may carry the virus.

According to Hades' description, the chief commander skillfully began to assign tasks.

First of all, notify the nearest second company to send veterans wearing respiratory system-enhanced power armor to go to the blocked entrance and exit of this area to guard, taking over from the previous security personnel.

Then, notify the shipping department to find two separate ventilation ducts in the library area of ​​the think tank, and these two ducts must not be connected to other areas.

One immediately ventilates at maximum power, while the other starts to exhaust, and then directly discharges the exhaust gas into space in the ventilation area.

After the preliminary ventilation work was completed, Fernando also recovered a bit, and Barasin, Fernando, and Hades had a brief discussion again.

In the end, they decided to abolish the use of this area and move the think tank's activities to the lower level of the cabin.

A large amount of disinfection spray and Jusu fuel were transported into this area through closed and disinfected pipelines many times.

In the end, Fernando decided to burn all the books in the library of the think tank, and use the proton fuel and deflagration weapons to carry out the final disinfecting of this area.

Hades sighed silently. Although he was very unwilling to just burn so many books, it was obvious that they were not suitable for reading because of the rotten smell of Nurgle.

But Van Fernando locked up this plague warrior somewhere else.
Fernando felt Hades' pity, but his laughter came from the communication channel, and he was very relaxed.

"It's okay. No one can read these books except the think tank, and the think tank of the Death Guard is doomed to perish. The decision made by the head of the legion is correct."

"Burning these books now is nothing more than removing our traces more thoroughly."

Having said that, as the chief think tank, Fernando actually memorized the content of most of the important books, as long as he is given time, he has the energy to rewrite them.

The ones he didn't memorize were unimportant, unorthodox, or even profane.

Tired and regretful, Hades subconsciously took a deep breath again, but he forgot that it was just a preliminary breath, and Hades was almost carried away by the stench in the air.

He swallowed back the upturned stomach acid again.

But before destroying all this... one more thing.

Hades spoke hoarsely,

"Call Mortarion here."

Barasin blinked.

Angry and puzzled, the lord of death put his hands on the communication platform, his eyes under the hood fixed on the picture on the communication platform.

Standing behind him was Barasin, Barasin's eyes were watching his nose, his nose was watching his heart, it was the two of them who did it, I don't know anything.

On the screen, the screen recordings on the helmets of Hades and Fernando are playing.

A room full of witchcraft runes, swollen corpses that would make Mortarion feel uncomfortable just by looking at them, fast wriggling flesh and blood, cracked gaps, strange intelligent creatures.

Mortarion originally thought that his alien adoptive father was disgusting enough, but now, he saw something a thousand times more disgusting than Nacre.

That swollen space marine. Oh my god, a human being would be like that.

If he became like that, he would rather Zisha, and if he wasted another second, Mortarion would spurn himself.

The screen recording is over, and finally it bursts open, and the slime covering the whole screen is the last picture.

Mortarion silently shifted his gaze back to the monitor broadcasting Hades' face—

It was a simple camera in a Space Marine's helmet, and Mortarion hadn't known what it was for until now, and now he knew.

He looked at Hades, and the familiar awkward smile on that face instantly made him less angry by half, no, it made Mortarion even more angry.

No, that's Hades, he should probably trust him
"explain."

Mortarion's hoarse voice sounded like a sigh.

The smile Hades managed to maintain froze.

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