Chapter 561 I, Sigismund, just came to deliver a message, so why did I get caught?-
"Hello, Whiterace. Why are you here? Great, I need your help! ...Wait, what did you just say?! Honso?! Is there any news about him?! ”
When Sigismund, who goes by the pseudonym Whitereath - yes, all the Black Templars who are roaming the harbor and serving on the Iron-Blooded can feel the arrival of which master this is, and others from the Great Crusade era The Astartes felt it more or less - of course, because if exposed, all the Sons of Dorne would be too embarrassed and start to enter a state of mind that they could not face normally, so everyone basically tacitly understood it, except for a few Several Apart from a veteran who was actually not familiar with Sigismund, only a certain librarian from an older era was still thinking about how to convince Sage Decima to make two more weakened versions of "Whiteres" for him. Type Jade Dragon Robot - In short, when the White Knight personally delivered some important news to Wandering Port, he found the two Fourth Fourth Officers walking on a hilly lawn in the newly completed Central Mountain Park. The Lord's Primarch.
"Magna received the astrological signal from the Enterprise commissioned by Honso! It said that he came back with Vanus? He also brought me a big gift and said it was a 'surprise for father'?! Hong Suo is still alive! And he seems to be doing well out there! This is really one of the best news I have ever heard! Hehe... Ouch... It hurts. It hurts..."
The first Supreme Grand Marshal of the Black Templars, despite being fully mechanized, calmly accepted his father, who was the machine soul of the Iron-Blooded and became young again, and the wandering port with a new spirit of transcendent understanding, dedication, sacrifice and tranquility. Unlike most of the incredible events that happened on the Iron Blood, what he witnessed at this moment still made his long-metalized heart feel a long-lost accelerated heartbeat, blood pressure, dizziness, and he immediately decided to activate the anti-chaos monitoring protocol. of excitement.
——Very good, now he finally knew why he felt that the whole park was so quiet and empty when he came to report the news. He glanced at the body standing next to him, Lord Perturabo, who was more like "himself" and emitted extremely terrifying negative spiritual energy fluctuations according to the robot's perception array. He must have been the one who immediately issued the order. After martial law was declared, the entire park was emptied out, and even the windows of all the houses in the distance that could see the park lawn were forced to be closed. He guessed that those bird fortune tellers must have cut off the monitoring lines here.
——Hmm... Although Sigismund secretly couldn't say that he was happy to see His Highness Perturabo defeated, he could only say that his favorable impression of Lord Lamizane had subtly improved a bit. But since he was such a damned example of Sigismund, he would only keep these thoughts silently in his heart, and not even His Highness Magna could know about them.
However, in the year (?) of the return of an Astartes, one can see a Primarch - especially the Iron Warriors, Lord of the Fourth Legion (skin) sitting on the ground and rubbing it like a mortal. The picture of the injured foot screaming in pain with the skin seemingly intact is really better than imagined. The target was too exciting. At this moment, Sigismund was glad that he did not have to face all this with a face of flesh and blood, because even if he had received strict training and was used to seeing terrifying things like him, he could not be sure. Will you laugh at this? It's a slightly rude behavior.
"What's wrong with you? Lord Lamizane? Lord Perturabo, as soon as I received Lord Magnar's order, I rushed to inform you two. In fact, I don't know what just happened here."< br>
"Then how did you break through the martial law line and come in to find us?" The fearless black-and-white tyrant on the side spoke gloomily through the loudspeaker converter, "Maybe it's time to recruit another wave of incompetent guards and those who like to make decisions without authorization. and serve as a warning to those who twist their master’s orders.”
"It's not necessary..." Lamizane muttered, "It's not like before. I don't think it's necessary to do this suddenly."
"I told you a long time ago! It is precisely because you have been too kind and generous to these lazy bones recently that these greedy worms who always want to get more and more have spent too much time in restaurants, churches, bars, and theaters recently. , casino and card club”
"But I see that according to the scheduled plan, work efficiency and completion quality have not declined due to these activities?"
"Those hours of eating, drinking and having fun could have been converted into more meaningful labor! The expansion efficiency of the entire Roaming Port has been increased to the current 220%!"
"...Two hundred and twenty percent means each worker must work at least eighteen hours a day! Human energy simply cannot support such long-term labor!"
"Compared to the twenty hours given by the old man's empire, I even mercifully let them sleep for two hours more! As long as you are willing, I can completely let the refreshing drugs be enough! They are all absolutely legal in the empire and have been used for many years. ”
"...Perturabo, seriously, can we not compare ourselves to the bottom line when making comparisons? This will make us look a little too strong."
"My lord." The white knight had to start to interrupt these conversations with his reply at this time, "I ask you to calm down. It is not a shameful thing for them to not stop me, and in order to find you faster, It’s not their fault that I also used short-distance teleportation.”
"I shouldn't have agreed to design your functions to be so complete in the first place." Perturabo BC raised his head proudly and looked at Sigismund's metal body. "Perhaps I should ask the armory to carry out the next overhaul. Your wetware chip is also connected to my Iron Guard..."
"Hi! Ah! I said, can you please stop thinking about such irrelevant and distant things? I have been sitting here for at least twenty minutes, but I feel that I still can't stand up. Think of a way to get me first Go back to the Iron Blood? If you still refuse to call someone to lift me, think of another way. It can be done with an anti-gravity floating stretcher and four people from the tenth company. I really don't understand... ”
"What don't you understand?!" The dog growled, revealing his canine teeth under the camouflage, and his electronic voice suddenly sounded a bit like the old days, "You——! I would have done it! I would have done it! Warned you! Warned you! You guys with dyslexia should be careful when walking, remember whose body you are in! Now you have sprained your foot with my body! It is absolutely impossible for you to let more people know about this! Not restored? ”
"Isn't it normal for me to have a sprained foot? It's a miracle that I never fell flat like before." The other party muttered, "Why can't the original body repair the sprained foot immediately? It's swollen. It’s incredible. It behaves exactly like an ordinary person’s sprained foot. When you touch it, the ligaments and bone ends are swollen, and it’s also very painful! Hiss..."
"A guy who is so industrious that he can fall on the ground should not casually take off an excellent auxiliary power armor like LOGOS and go to such hilly terrain to say what he wants and enjoy the green grass in the newly built park. Breath'. Okay, you can enjoy it now!" Perturabo BC turned in circles while stretching out his mechanical fingers to remove the broken grass blades on his arms and knees. Sigismund looked aside and switched the conversation back to the telepathic communication method they had used.
[Obviously, this is a possibility that we suspected when you first came here and it seems to have developed into reality. 】
【What? Which? 】
[Your weak, pitiful and helpless mortal soul began to merge more closely with my noble and perfect Iron Primarch body over time. In other words, my body began to become more suitable for the soul, You have weakened my Primarch, Ramizane, and that is one of the worst possible developments. 】
[...Oh, no, [Gutella swears], Peppa baby, you mean...]
[Yes, it’s just a minor injury like two ligaments being ruptured. Theoretically, the internal bleeding will stop soon and you can move. But twenty-six minutes later, you are still in so much pain that you can’t stand, and there are even obvious signs of pain in the sprained area. If there are signs of swelling and fever, then this development can basically be used to explain this situation. If you want to be completely sure, you need to return to the Iron Blood for further testing - Hong Suo came back at the right time. 】
[This is a good thing. Although I accidentally sprained my foot, the doctor said he would arrive soon. Isn't this just like falling asleep and falling on a pillow? Let him go to the Iron-Blooded as soon as he comes back, but before that, if the original body is really transformed into a mortal, that means next...]
[It means that you need to go all out to raise your legs, apply ice within 24 hours, wear conspicuous compression straps and fixed plates, apply heat after 24 hours, rest in bed, etc. You will know at a glance Let everyone know about me! Perturabo! A Primarch! A demon prince! Lord of the Iron Warriors! The supreme tyrant of Olympia! I lost my balance on a one-meter-high grassy hill, sprained my foot, and fell to the point where I couldn't get up! 】
[...Hiss, I shuddered, this just sounds too scary, I'm serious, even though this is what just happened. 】【So tell me how to deal with transferring you to the bedroom on the Iron Blood. I'm not against you using anti-gravity stretchers and stretcher-bearing teams. I also said I can carry you out of here myself. 】
[…But you also absolutely guarantee that you will directly ‘deal with witnesses whose mouths may not be reliable’ along the way, right? From what I understand, you mean to destroy all living creatures and augurs within range from Central Mountain Park to the shuttle port terminal. 】
【I didn’t say that. 】
[You definitely mean that. 】
[This is not correct enough. 】
【oh? 】
[The memory of the auspicious instrument can be formatted and reused. ] The Lord of Black and White Iron pointed out calmly, [So I won’t destroy all the avunciators along the way. 】
[…Look, I have an idea, maybe we don’t have to be so tired and troublesome. 】
【What? 】
Lamizane ended the conversation that only lasted two seconds in the eyes of others. He turned his head and asked "Whiteris", "You just said that your body has a certain distance." The transmission function? ”
"Yes, my lord."
"What is the maximum distance and carryable weight of your teleportation?"
The white knight looked at him and immediately understood what His Highness meant. He replied cautiously, "If it is safe, you can carry ninety quintals*, and you need to deduct my own weight. Under this premise, it is safe Teleport to the old shuttle dock in the roaming port, but if I want to teleport accurately, I still need to set up a beacon there and confirm that there are no interference or similar objects in the teleportation distance from here to there.”
"Look." Lamizane winked at Perturabo BC. "Isn't this solved? Whiterace arrived just in time. We just need to inform Solomon first and ask him to prepare the Storm Bird for us in advance at the old dock. The problem of piloting the Storm Bird will definitely not be a problem for Whiterace. When we arrive at the Iron Blood , the Iron Guards will come to pick you up and the rest can be solved.”
But then the King of Steel, a black and white plush, mercilessly mocked the mind, [Yes, how smart my...Lami Zane! Is this the only thing you can think of? I would like to ask, what is the physical distance between our bodies that cannot be too far apart? 】
"Uh..."
【Oh! So, let’s implement my final plan! Let them send my favorite vehicle, but the choice of driver, because he came in time, does not have to draw lots this time. 】
Perturabo BC's face camouflaged by illusion camouflage turned to Sigismund's face covered by a metal visor. The Lord of Steel's dark brown eyes looked down sternly at the long blue eyepieces of the Imperial Fist Templar.
"After a while, the tank I summoned will appear at the gate of the park. You are responsible for driving it for us, sending us to the dock, and being ready to complete the temporary tasks assigned by us at any time."
Sigismund's blue goggles looked at him without fear, but then he still followed the etiquette for an elder and lowered his head slightly, showing some respect that was not surrender.
Among the Lords of Steel, the one with a closer temperament snorted dissatisfiedly, "Go ahead and don't bring shame to your reputation..."
"Why do I think you are treating Whiterace... um..." Lamizane said as he watched the Yulong improved mecha prototype disappear with the crackle of teleportation flash and the smell of ozone.
"What?"
"Why do I feel that you have a harsh feeling towards him as a descendant who has placed your high expectations on him... The so-called deep love and deep responsibility..."
"The mane on the back of my neck is going to explode with disgust because of this sentence. Why isn't your vocal cord injured? It can shut you up without affecting your movement and work."
"Pepe!"
(End of chapter)