Chapter 225 Power Fist - Fist of Belia! (3K)
Located in the lounge on the first floor of the underground base.
Rorschach, who had just washed himself, sat cross-legged on the metal bed.
There were countless water droplets in her short grey hair that had not yet been wiped clean.
Occasionally, it would slowly slide down the neatly trimmed sideburns and onto the muscular and bulging thighs.
At this moment, he was wearing a white bath towel and was about to take a rest.
Although Rorschach can now utilize the function of ganglia to maintain a long time without rest.
But in his spare time, he still likes to arrange his daily activities and tasks according to a fixed schedule.
After more than ten minutes, all the water droplets on the body have almost evaporated.
In his hand was a record of the universe written by a wandering merchant.
Rorschach, with a comfortable expression, slowly lay down on the metal bed.
However, not long after, he seemed to have just remembered something and threw the heavy book he had read a page of next to his pillow.
Then, I opened the simulator without hesitation.
Rorschach narrowed his eyes slightly and gently moved his fingertips.
Entered the simulator's salvage page.
At this moment, the salvage mission he had previously chosen had been completed and was waiting for harvest and inspection.
Rorschach first looked at the items obtained from ten ordinary salvage operations.
After discovering that they were all food supplies that had expired for a long time.
He turned his gaze and scanned the designated salvage harvest.
[Designated salvage countdown: zero]
[Designated Salvage: Power Fist]
[Salvage Harvest: Power Fist - Fist of Belia (Relic)]
Annotation: "This is a finely crafted power fist from the Blood Ravens. This weapon has great destructive power but slow attack speed and is usually installed on tactical dreadnought armor."
Annotation: "It is said that this is a fine weapon carefully forged by the Blood Ravens in memory of Belia, the Grand Master of the Dark Angels Deathwing... The Blood Ravens hope that all battle brothers who are worthy of the Terminator power armor will use the Dark Angels' First Company as a model for the Terminator squad."
Annotation: "This power fist was eventually lost on the eve of an expedition. It seemed to have experienced countless magnificent cosmic scenes that even Astartes monks could hardly see, and even reached a distant extragalactic galaxy..."
Marking: "'The above information is provided by the ancient machine spirit of this glove. It is difficult to distinguish true from false...'"
Annotation: "'Power Fist, no secrets!' Said the ancient machine spirit."
A series of annotation text.
Rorschach, who was lying on the metal bed, couldn't help but blink a few times.
He reread the markings on the power fists several times.
After finding no warning signs of chaos contamination.
Rorschach decided to extract this finely crafted power glove called the Fist of Belia.
Buzz buzz buzz——
A few seconds later, a huge power glove with a dark green metallic luster on its surface slowly appeared on the muscular chest.
The huge weight from the power glove forced Rorschach to sit up from the metal bed.
He gently held the power glove that exuded a chilling aura in his two hands and looked at it carefully.
"Tsk... Isn't it said that this power glove contains a machine soul? I haven't seen a real machine soul yet... Uh, hello?"
With a puzzled look in his eyes, Rorschach listened for a while.
After finding no response.
He couldn't help but toss the power gloves in his palm.
Rorschach first knocked on the dark green metal shell a few times.
He then bent a few metal fingers that were as thick as an ordinary person's wrist.
However, no signs of the existence of the so-called machine soul were detected.
"Oh... maybe the so-called machine soul is some kind of weak artificial intelligence, and it also needs to be connected to the Terminator armor and powered on to be truly activated?"
"Forget it, let's send it to Raditus. As a technical priest, it knows best whether there is a machine soul or not."
Rorschach, who hadn't figured out anything, slowly relaxed his frown.
He stood up and went out, summoning a passing automatic servo robot.
Order the other party to send this dark green power glove to the servo skull in the foundry.
Wait until the automatic servo robot turns around and leaves with the power gloves.
After closing the door of the lounge, Rorschach returned to the metal bed and tried to fall asleep.
——
Rorschach, who had regained his energy, shook his tall body.
He walked out of the lounge in high spirits.
He entered the brightly lit hall of the base with the cosmic travelogue, of which he had only read a few pages, tucked under his arm.
Rorschach immediately saw Iron Man David, who was directing non-staff members to sort out various businesses through the Internet.
Having integrated a large number of industries and just entered the world, Imperial Heavy Industries is in a period of need for additional guidance.
Rorschach stepped forward and sat down next to the round metal table.
He checked the business information revealed by Iron Man David.
After pondering for a moment, he suddenly announced a piece of news to Iron Man David.
Rorschach decided to hold a round-table barbecue meeting, which had not been held for a long time.
One is to celebrate the gang dogs' successful completion of their first combat mission.
It also deepens the relationship between each other.
The second is to give old John a welcome ceremony to welcome him back.
After all, the other party has been here for so long since he came from the Asgard.
I just became friends with Bucky who lives next door.
I haven't even met other people in the team very often, so it always seems a bit unsuitable.
As for Rorschach's proposal.
Iron man David, who was sitting across from the round metal table, readily accepted.
It shook its metal head, temporarily ending its information contact with the non-staff personnel.
Afterwards, Iron Man David began to command the automatic servo robots to move the food and drinks in the material storage room.
Rorschach, his interest growing, also called his aunt.
All food in the restaurant was pre-ordered.
This can be considered as a small preparation for the banquet.
About an hour later.
Teams of gang dog squad members, marching in unison and full of energy, led by Bucky and Old John, quickly walked out of the second underground floor.
At the same time, the servo skull Raditus, which received the message, also quickly drove the anti-gravity engine to leave the autonomously operating foundry and enter the base hall.
Even Mr. Connors, who had never cared about anything outside the laboratory, was persuaded by Rorschach himself to join the party.
At this moment, the usually deserted underground base became bustling again.
The automatic service robots that shuttled among the crowd played many roles, such as waiters and even furniture.
They were like tireless tools, distributing drinks and food to everyone present.
At this time, I saw that almost everyone had gathered.
Rorschach, holding a transparent wine glass in his hand, slowly straightened his back.
He stood next to a round metal table with a lot of food on it.
With a sharp fingertip, he tapped the smooth tabletop a few times.
Ding ding ding——
The extremely crisp sound of metal collision immediately attracted everyone's attention.
The noisy hall of the base suddenly became quiet.
Countless eyes turned subconsciously and focused on Rorschach, who had a smile on his face.
Rorschach took a deep breath and blinked.
He slowly raised the transparent wine glass in his palm.
After organizing his words a bit, he spoke loudly to the silent crowd:
"There is a short-lived but excellent tradition in our team that must be passed on. It is a welcome ceremony called the Round Table Barbecue Meeting. It is usually held every time a new person joins. The purpose is very simple, which is to consolidate the trust and relationship between everyone through eating and drinking, and also to relax everyone's usually tense minds."
"To be honest, our team has grown stronger and stronger. There are hundreds of people here alone. If we add in the many non-staff members who serve us indirectly, the number would be even greater."
"This is one of the results of everyone's hard work, and I hope everyone can maintain it."
"Of course, there is no need to talk too much about work issues during entertainment time."
"Let us first welcome Old John, the berserker from the ancient extraterrestrial civilization, Asgard... Well, I really don't know what Old John's full name is."
Rorschach's distressed words, tinged with a hint of humor, immediately triggered low laughter from the crowd.
The joyful voice slowly echoed throughout the entire base hall, lingering for a long time.
And as everyone's eyes turned.
Always standing in the corner of the base hall.
The one-eyed old man, who was wearing a black training suit, couldn't help but grin.
The muscular old John first burst into a hearty laugh.
Then he shouted loudly in the direction of Rorschach:
"Haha, Rorschach boy, thank you for your flattery! I like my current life very much. It makes me feel like I have returned to the easy days when I first joined the Asgard Legion!"
"Of course, you giggling kids also need to train harder! I'm looking forward to a true human berserker being born in your team!"
"That's all I have to say as an old man! The rest of my blessings are in the wine! I'll drink it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Old John suddenly raised his one arm.
He held the transparent wine glass in his palm and drank it without hesitation.
"To Old John! Cheers!"
The next moment, everyone present raised their glasses in the direction of Old John and drank them happily.
A few minutes later, the automatic servo robots that shuttled back and forth among the crowd refilled everyone's drinks.
With a brighter smile on his face, Rorschach said loudly to the crowd as the atmosphere gradually heated up:
"Next, we will celebrate the completion of the first combat mission of all the gang dogs. Your performance can be said to be outstanding... So far, I will not say too much praise. Anyway, everyone can drink and eat as much as they want today!"
"For humanity, and for the Emperor..."
"Everyone, eat and drink well!"
Thank you for your support!
(End of this chapter)