Chapter 563 MIMGA!
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【...Lami Zain! ! ! Making you sick does not mean killing you! What kind of behavior would it be if the Primarch fainted after spraining his leg? ! 】
【What should we do now? ! Should I get up again as if nothing had happened...? Say hello to them? 】
[...(deep sigh, incomprehensible muttering, curse)...don't move, just lie there, pretend to be seriously ill and comatose...you don't have to speak. I'll deal with it. 】
[What about this Guilliman...? Are you sure Ishtar is so close to him? 】
【I know. I will arrange it. Rami Zane. 】
【...Huh? 】
[Be more alert and don’t really fall asleep! Damn it, I said you should wear LOGOS as soon as you get injured, twenty-four hours a day! Your current fragile state is not suitable for taking off your power armor. 】
[Oh...Okay, I'll try my best. LOGOS is indeed great, but who would sleep wearing a super heavy duty composite terminator? 】
【I will. 】
[Sounds so bad, Pepe, you are suffering. 】
[…No…that’s not the case. No, no, I don’t think so. I am Perturabo, Lord of Iron, Lord of the Iron Warriors, clad in armor and with a heart of steel. 】
[I think more about how much grievance you have suffered before to say this? No, let’s go get something delicious after they leave! I cook it myself! 】
[...(Mumbling quietly, luckily no one else can hear these words)]
【What did you say? 】
[Nothing, just lie down and pretend to sleep, don't worry. 】
The reason why the distrustful conversation between the two "Perturabos" happened at the speed of light was actually quite clear.
They had been collecting the time-drift bottles that Kadu'er Malcador had left for them with the Tribunal's trick, and the information in the bottles that had been updating made it very clear: Malcador had already communicated with the Ark Eldar, Belisarius Call's Machine The remnant army, the Black Templars, the Inquisitors, the Living Saints and the Gray Knights gathered together and successfully escaped to Macragge through the webway gate opened by the Eldar for them. Now that they are fully manned, they have stepped out of the Macragge galaxy. It's time to wake Robert Guilliman.
Then——
Now that Robert Guilliman, who has landed on the Ironblood (and apparently other brothers think he is, and he has also passed a series of anti-epidemic security tests and certifications), is Robert Guilliman a master of the Almighty?
And according to the quarantine list sent simultaneously, their fleet also includes Belisarius Caul, the great sage of command, Marshal Amarych of the Black Templar Drusis Expeditionary Force, and many others. Inquisitors, battle sisters, not counting those warriors and living saints wrapped in flames who disappeared without a trace...whose subordinates are these?
Therefore, the Guilliman who appeared in front of them now, together with Fulgrim Ishtar, whom they knew... Although he had thick eyebrows, big eyes, blond hair and blue eyes, he was indeed more kind and easy-going than he was ten thousand years ago. He was amiable, but in conjunction with Malcador's message, he became particularly hateful, terrifying and unpredictable.
Perturabo BC was originally unafraid - wasn't it just a fight? He asked Lamizane to put on his helmet, activate the LOGOS defense protocol on the spot, and at the same time summon the four nearest Iron Ring mechs, then the defense would be The planet can sustain itself for a while even if the planet is broken, but if he, Magna, and Sigismund join forces to attack, even the most powerful monster can be easily taken down by the three of them at such a close distance.
...But there are unforeseen circumstances. Who would have known that at this juncture, the body of the original body would become so fragile and he would be lying with his feet sprained without any armor.
[Do you think he is one of the Alpha Twins in disguise? After all, he passed automatic security protocol. In other words, it's not some chaotic thing, which seems to reassure me a little bit. 】
【It's not impossible. But everything needs to be proven. 】
[Oh, by the way, you didn’t explain what happened to Xi Jianxian you just mentioned. Remember it later! Hehe, Xiji, hehe, I’ve been coveting this out-of-print version for a long time... Hehehehe Xiji...】
【……(whispering curse)】
"...This is not Rogal Dorn. Guilliman."
Perturabo BC turned his grim face to the unexpected visitor to the ward. "Just as I am only part of me."
He sneered, "You want to know what this is, brother? This is... Rogal Dorn's broken soul. And I cut it from his soul, divided it, polished it to my liking, and finally embedded it Among steel and wet parts, no one has ever been able to fully get used to it. The acquired technology was made into my flagship, the Iron-Blooded's command machine soul. This body is the mechanical shell that houses its mind. It will also serve as my commander, conquering and controlling many people in the galaxy for me. Enzi Si——What do you think?”
The joy and darkness hidden in the Iron Lord's words at this moment were so real and evil that Sigismund, who was guarding the door, could not help but tighten his fingers.
After making this terrifying announcement, Magnar Dorn took off the covered golden helmet in accordance with Perturabo BC's instructions. What appeared inside made the visiting Primarchs couldn't help but close their eyes. The grief that first appeared on Guilliman's face was clearly discernible.
——It was a death mask of Rogal Dorn made of silver-white metal. The muscles were tense and the brows were lightly frowned, showing that the responsibilities he once shouldered could not be relieved from him at the moment before falling into eternal sleep. Go, and the inexplicable sadness in the slightly opened eyes looking into the distance is for mourning.
The soul of the Fourth Primarch peered out through the pupils viciously and bloodthirstyly at the face of this being who was not necessarily Robert Guilliman, trying to find the slightest wavering or discordant crack on it. From there, he would Yes——
"Snow in the Hera Mountains!" The face that was always ambitious but had to appear indifferent showed an almost flawless and sincere touch, "I'm sorry, Perturabo, I...maybe... ...I...I think I want to do something for my past "I apologize for my views on you and your heirs," he whispered, "I am still proud of my Legion and my heirs, but perhaps I should have looked at how much my brothers dedicated themselves to our ideals than I thought I would. What.”
The Thirteenth Primarch crossed over Perturabo BC, whose face was frozen, and walked naturally to the hospital bed. He sighed and looked at the face that was eternally frozen by metal as he looked at him silently, then bowed his head and held the bed and sunk deeply into it. The tall, pale brother's hand on the pillow - this hand was covered with thin calluses. It was once strong, but now it is weak.
The blond demigod was almost in tears at his brother's bedside.
Ferus and Fulgrim Ishtar looked at each other. "Thank you for your hard work... Is this one of the prices for escaping, saving and resisting? It seems that what Hongsuo told me is not even all you have paid, but I am suspecting that his cover-up is to deceive. You can tell me everything My, Perturabo. But it doesn't matter. Fulgrim, Ferus and I are here to help you. Now is the time to make the great empire our father built great again!"
The black and white border collie's hair was shaggy from its ears to the root of its tail. Fortunately, the camouflage covered everything.
[It’s so disgusting! What the hell is this? ! What vicious lies did you [Olympian expletive] tell Guilliman? ! Honso——! ! ! ! ! ! 】
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A certain potion master who had just stepped off the Storm Bird from the old shuttle dock that had been converted into a port exclusively for members of the Carosini Dynasty suddenly sneezed twice loudly in front of everyone.
"What? What's going on? This is impossible...it shouldn't be!"
However, his strenuous denial of his two sneezes and his protest to produce his power armor medical report were ignored by the security guards who strictly enforced the new quarantine regulations. Customs security guards wearing ordinary Type 12 power armor were seen shouting in both directions. Let, two burly men wearing iron-riding Terminators came over from the other end, one on each side. They stretched out their big hands, lifted up the Pharmacy Master and stuffed them into the observation cabin in the isolation area.
"I'm not sick!"
"You sneezed!"
"I'm healthy! Here's my medical report! From a minute ago!"
"You sneezed!"
"I am a pharmacist myself!"
"You sneezed! Or two! We all heard it! Then you have to go in for observation and get a new health report before you can come out!"
"...Who issued this health report?! Who is looking for death and dares to take over my job so blatantly? Aharin? Dasadra?!... If it was little Parogov who did it, then forget it ”
"No one," the person who answered him paused, "but the person responsible for operating this set of prescribed testing procedures is the newly joined brother Caleb Moro."
"What kind of audacious bastard is this?! I will definitely make him look good when I go out..."
"It's just forty-eight hours, Master Hongsuo," the other terminator who spoke seemed to be holding back a smile under his visor, "endure it, it's just a blink of an eye in our lives. Not to mention what we will do for You serve quarantine meals with Reka Coffee ”
"You put it lightly! For me, I have..." Suddenly thinking of something, Hongsuo closed his mouth, "Okay, but I still think I don't have any health problems. And I have never performed in the port before. After this practice of long-distance quarantine measures, the comprehensive quality of this group of refugees has The quality is quite good, and the environment on the ship is also very good for the most part. I personally think that this extra isolation will have an unsettling impact on the mental health of the people on board the fleet. I want to see the noble Iron Zhi immediately. Lord. Who asked for this?”
"It's hard to say what the influencing factors are. In addition, this is one of the direct orders from the two His Highnesses." A third footsteps sounded beside them, "Send him in... and, Hong Suo... brother , have you thoroughly checked the epidemic prevention situation on all ships that come with you?”
"What?" The Potion Master turned his head. The person walking over was also wearing Terminator power armor, and his paint was also the silver and black specified by the "Silver Skull", but compared to the other two, it had more red and gold colors. With ribbons, medals and knots as embellishments, this gray-skinned warrior with a quiet and stoic expression did not carry his main weapons except for the dagger and pistol at his waist. Instead, he held several data pads in his hands, and his Archon helmet hung on Magnetic lock at waist.
It’s just that the face of this senior officer was completely unfamiliar to Honso, but certain genetic characteristics on his face made the Iron Warrior Pharmacy Master narrow his eyes: the medical goggles showed that he was a member of the Death Guard Legion. And the genetic purity is quite excellent.
"What do you mean by what you just said? Who are you? Why can you wear the same armor as me?" Hong Suo asked.
"I am Caleb Moro." The other party did not smile. The terminators on both sides seemed silent, but they seemed to be snickering under their helmets - these little bastards! Who is it! Who let the young boy from the 10th Company come into contact with the Terminator so early? ! These little bastards are so frivolous and have not been tempered and tested by enough battles. They are simply not qualified to control such precious armor... Wait, is it possible that by the time I left, the Terminator power armor was already a piece of equipment that was on the street? ! Oh! But my Seiko nails are the best! Because it is a gift made by my father’s hands!
Thinking of this, a certain pharmacist proudly puffed up his chest.
"The reason I can wear the same color armor as you is because I am one of the eight members of the original body's honor guard who stayed here, and the other members of the guard," he paused, "should have returned with you."
"Blood of Steel!" Honso shouted, talking to them through the isolation window and filter, "What eight-man Honor Guard of the Primarch?! How many people were coveting my blood when I was only slightly away?" Location? Oh my gosh, I really miss that time of simple and happy fighting! Guys, come into the infirmary! ... So now that we have so many people here, why isn't my dear little apprentice Parogov the one who takes over my job and is responsible for the quarantine? He is my pharmacist's apprentice? , he and I are the only pharmacists here, and he is the most suitable person to be in charge.”
The Death Guard's face was expressionless, and the ominous pause of the members of the Tenth Company on both sides made Honso's face darken.
Finally, one of the members of the 10th Company sighed, "Parogov is also missing, Master Honso. He should have disappeared at the same time as you. We miss him very much too."
"What?!" The pharmacist who seemed to be at ease just now shouted, "It has been so long and there is no news about him?"
They looked at each other and finally shook their heads.
"You said 'you', are there other people missing too?"
"Yes, Master Hongso."
"...Now, I think I really should stay a while, and take this opportunity to tell me everything you knew while I was away..."
"And," the Death Guard added quietly, "after you pass your own quarantine, we need to talk about the Nurgle problem on the fleet."
(End of chapter)