Chapter 595: Saranger's blessings, I am determined to win-
The body of the gene protozoa, cast from lost genetic engineering and old night skills, is such a brilliant and great miracle.
When he waved in either direction, the soldiers and mortals in that direction would immediately eject a higher sound wave from the already tsunami-like praise.
People who have struggled for so long in this crisis-ridden universe sincerely hope for a Savior and the primitive desire to seek something different from before are reflected in their shouts and their red cheeks at this moment.
At this moment, the emotional waves gathered in the present world by millions of human souls are so intense and sincere that even if they come from a purely positive emotion, they also set off an amazing vision in the subspace.
The bright pillar of light that penetrates the sky and the earth shines into the chaotic and dark space from reality, like a huge sword of light, allowing most of the aboriginal people in the sub-space to stay away from this place in disgust.
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"Like I said, how can you just stare at the impact of the big rift on the real world?"
Iron... In the office of Tianming Steel, someone put aside a book and yawned, "No one thought about it. This also means that it will be easier for the real world to affect sub-space. Although I have never heard of such a report, the Milky Way is so big and the time and space are broken so hard now. There will always be similar things happening. Do you think it's Pepe?"
Pertulabo BC mumbled a vague sound from the depths of his throat, but his eyes focused on the mysterious report curves that were rising and falling.
Kiriman's intention to rush to Markulag has been made up and will never change, but the Enterprise has not yet set off on the other side of the Galaxy. It is relatively reliable to take the usual route from the Kalisses Star Zone, but the time it takes is unacceptable to the Thirteenth Primrose. After listening to the report of Varo Digris, he decided to return to Markulag immediately as quickly as possible.
When Robert Kiriman thought of Conrad Coz sitting on the throne of Fortress Hera with a grim smile, his accomplices were allegedly a god-watched Pastor Astarte, a clever bureaucrat of his fourth brother, who had already custodial and loyal descendants and ruled his innocent and uninformed people, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave when he thought of this.
Although he could only choose to believe that the pastor who believed them could handle it, and was not convenient to deal with it severely, he was obviously on the verge of collapse and was just a chief think tank that seemed normal, but he also stated that he could not stay here for a moment and must set off immediately to return to Markulag, who was urgently waiting for him to save, and attack someone who was enthusiastic in civic Ko.
But bad news comes one by one.
First, Mr. Ramizane racked his brains to dig out the name of the Jericho Abyss Star Gate from his memory. He suggested that the Thirteenth Primrose try this route, and believed that this move could kill two birds with one stone. If this rapid passage to the Far East star domain from the "Giant" subspace storm between the Cronus expansion zone and the Kalysis zone was opened, wouldn't it be equivalent to creating a new rapid corridor that bypassed the large rift and the network channel? The benefits and benefits in them are conceivable.
Then, this trade route he thought was extremely valuable was informed by others that it had been discovered in the Kalyis Star Zone more than 200 years ago.
This made Mr. Ramizane, who was in multiple positions, probably depressed for a second, and then he immediately cheered up - and sat up from his pillow - "Isn't that better?! If I remember correctly, just arrive at the Star Gate and pass directly through it, it only takes a few seconds to reach the border of the Far East Star Domain! And if I remember correctly, that place is very close to the Titanium Home World Circle, which means it is also very close to the Five Hundred World of Ultramar!"
"The location of the 'now' of Jericho Star Gate has not been determined yet." All the conversations between the Imperial Navy who were wandering the port and the roninists who went to the most crazy areas outside the port came to such a frustrating conclusion.
"Since the big rift blowing some demonic winds from the southeast of our country, this door that was not easy to find seems to disappear from the usually visible spectrum, but because of the relationship between our respectable Holy Torch and Holy Communion water, everyone is more courageous than usual."
This is a ronin who has just returned from the landing port through the Giantkou. "The boat is full of old experienced sailors... We thought about getting close to the past according to the place we remember. As a result, what we threw in did disappear, but we found that if we were not aimed, the special and powerful void shield on the surface of the thing - or something similar, good guy! Then we will cut or leave only half of it here! The key is that we all remember that this thing has a big diameter and can pass through the naval ship. If we can't see if it turns around or rub it on us, we are so scared that we immediately drove the boat back for 500 nautical miles..."
After asking Tavitz, who interrogated him, paid the brave and careful to bring back the news and sent him away, a meeting was held in the office of the commander of the war.
The participants included Pertulabo (two parts), Fogrim (clone), Roger Dorn (chip personality) and Robert Kiriman himself, and the discussion was about how and how much limits could be taken to send Kiriman back to Markulag within a time that is absolutely impossible at present.
At the beginning of the meeting, the Thirteenth Primrose sat in his seat, looked up at the (?) faces of the brothers who were clear and handsome in the room, and couldn't help but secretly touched his cheeks - have you been a little too addicted to the document recently?
"The best Jericho Abyss Star Gate can't be used." Ramizane was still worried, "Otherwise we drive over and go directly to the other end, and then we can send Robert straight to Markulag. It won't take long for us to return here."
Peturabo BC glanced at his blue-eyed body with his brown eyes with his human-shaped camouflage appearance. "I don't recommend it even if it's good, because I've remembered and found the relevant data." He turned his face to listen carefully to the wonder of the universe that he had only discovered thousands of years after he was still.
"From the perspective of the universe, the ship passed through the Jericho Star Gate in the Giant Storm and could indeed immediately and painlessly reach the Far East Star Domain very close to the Otrama region... But." He raised some voices so that his next speech was carefully listened to by everyone. "First of all, the place where it came out could only be the Jericho border area. This ghost place was extremely close to Otrama, but in essence it had been separated by the storm from the actual control area of the empire for thousands of years. According to records, the star communications they issued may have to last five years before they could be received by the imperial department, that is to say..."
"Ah, I understand." Ramizane interrupted Pertulabo BC's introduction in disappointment, "That is to say, this ghost place is another abominable place, 'although you have to go out for a while, you have to walk out for a while to get to something that is suitable for restricted combat and miserables, or simply, to say a war zone designated by environmental conditions, specifically tailored for whom?"
"Death Watch." Magna Dorn intercepted, "Well... don't look at me like this, because there are quite a few sons of Dorn in Death Watch. The members of the Black Temple and the Imperial Fist have brought me a lot of relevant information, but Uncle Robert... I mean Robert... should have no knowledge of this department. Simply put, it is a special mixed group with no fixed and dedicated gene bloodline sources. It is mainly composed of members sent to them by various groups responding to the call. This is regarded as a kind of honor. Of course, it may also be suitable for handling some thorns; secondly, their combat targets and strategies are almost entirely directed at the aliens. Those who can complete their service period in Death Watch will be considered as combat masters of aliens."
The Thirteenth Primrody nodded, thanking his little brother for his introduction, and at the same time he touched his chin a little haggardly - does he really look old? It shouldn't be.
"Then why don't we call Efrenie and the old prophet here in the name of a certain Primrose. After all, it's not that difficult to find a few Ark Spiritual Pirates spies in the harbor. I believe that the honorary guards in the restaurant know very well which fish are in the net... As for whom the invitation is given," Ramizane said this, his eyes dripped around Keriman's agile body, "maybe you can be troubled..."
"It is absolutely impossible. Without it, there must be no such thing." The Thirteenth Primrome alertly extinguished any signs of making the prophecy come true in advance.
"Then you can only... maybe..." The closed-door meeting lasted for three hours, after consuming two buckets of Reka coffee, a bucket of lemonade, two dozen baked blueberry pie and a whole box of integrated berry purple pudding, they concluded that-
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The light column on Markulag, which "scalded" the positive emotions of the subspace like a copper pillar, shone on the center of the territory of the four gods, and caused a very even trace of an annoying trace to the territory of each dark god. It was not fatal, nor very dangerous, but it was eye-catching and unpleasant, just like you suddenly discovered that a small hole was burned by a cigarette butt on your clothes.
——But that's offensive enough.
The blood-red muscles on the brass throne, which covered the sky and the sun, waved angrily and slapped the skull of the sacrifices high beside the throne. This action made him fall into a deep pain when he fell with a cold figure before and suddenly ached. The 888 believers of the Blood God in the world received the anger of the gods, opened their mouths and roared to the sky, and spit mixed with blood from the canine teeth and throats. They waved the weapons in their hands and rushed towards each other frantically - they would seize each other's skulls to please the Blood God.
The friendly work competition in the quiet and vital garden is still ongoing. The kind grandfather looked at the united and friendly work atmosphere from the window of his small room with relief. However, at some moment, he seemed to think whose diligence is missing here? But it doesn't matter. Just keep everything rotting. This small hole will soon be filled with vibrant bacteria blankets and shrubs and trees transformed by the living corpses. The kind father turned around and returned to his soup pot, carefully looking at the ratio of the next soup to be fed to my dear Isa while it was hot.
The crystal maze is filled with panic covered with laughter. It is now broken too seriously that the incredible and shouldn't exist and the out-of-control space-time energy radiates out of the deformation corridors, mazes, corners and dead ends that have been broken and on a whim. Although this is a very interesting and dynamic sense of unknowns for the great and unparalleled Lord of Wisdom and the King of Conspiracy, it is a bit difficult for all the low-level demons and demon kings who serve the Impossible Tower where the God of Wisdom is located. Except for those pink blue fear demons who are always trapped by the crystal maze and busy caring for endless thoughts, ideas, conspiracies and knowledge, most of the great demons, including Carlos, have found the right excuse and the world has temporarily left here.
The dancers of the Silver Palace on the Sixth Ring Road were asked to retreat to the side to dance. The demon prince favored by Saranes attended the event today. The oil paints covered his naked upper body, while the exquisite and complex tattoos surrounded his recently faded gem scales, becoming smooth and charming, shining pearly luster round hip tail. His beloved concubine Nkali changed his appearance that he had become even more lacking in moderation. He was entangled with him on the throne bed behind the gauze curtain, waiting for the increasingly perfect four-handed body to make an unforgettable and crazy and pleasant sound at the banquet. As for the burnt place, naturally, someone would fill it with more and more slave pain and despair. I believe that a batch of wines with unique flavors could be fermented in the process.
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The grand holy parade on Markulag continues.
Governor Berinus walked to the Primrose, who waved toward the surroundings, and had not responded to him for a long time, which made the Governor's stomach and heart clenched and hung up.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
Fortunately, after giving the most appropriate smile and body language to the descendants of the battle group that had passed by another round, he heard the command of the Primarch as if he was heavenly.
"Look up and present your gift, Governor Berinus Himboling."
The fact that he was able to accurately call out his name did not arouse some surprises and touches in the governor's heart, on the contrary, the seeds of resentment took root and sprouted wildly at this moment, and grew into a towering tree. The last trace of guilt and uneasiness faded from the governor's soul, and his flattering smile rose on his old face.
"This crown is made of gold dedicated to the people, and is rubbed by the most devout girls and teenagers in the state religion with their hands to the brightness. Finally, it was completed through twelve days and nights of consecration and oil. The stand generator is cleverly placed inside. These gifts show our longing for you and our joy for your return. Please wear it for the people of Markulag, sir."
The blue eyes of the primordial body swept over the laurel carved from pure gold, and looked at the governor and the people and bureaucrats of the state who looked a little far away with their necks stretched towards him.
He nodded and reached out to pick up the crown from the velvet cushion of the gift box.
Berinus held his breath.
"Robert Kiriman" is about to put it on his forehead-
Suddenly, the space was torn apart, and before the smell of ozone and crackling sound spread, an equally tall figure stepped out of the space, anxiously grasping the primordial wrist—
"Be careful! This is a dark thing, you can't wear it!"
"...you are...no! Why...no! I have to wear it!"
"I should have endured this, let me wear it!"
"No, I will bear this 'blessing' first and then give it to you with the right opportunity..."
Seeing two extreme warriors who were almost identical in appearance to armor, the God Emperor's Parent-Child, the Loyal Primarch, Robert Kiriman, the crown full of the blessing power of Saranganes, scramble to wear it on his head.
At that moment, Berinus Himboling began to shake the world like a destruction of everything he believed in.
The demon king who was watching all this through the governor's eyes fell off the wine glass in his hand and the rushing land stood up.
"What is this?" Fogrim shouted loudly, "Two Kirimans?! One is enough to make the universe boring! Two! What's going on?! Could it be my youngest brother pretending?!"
(This chapter ends)