Chapter 598: Thousand Sons
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"The real Midnight Lord is not distinguished by the blood of genetic seeds. In my eyes, Valer is more like the Midnight Lord than any Midnight Lord. He is our true brother." - "Prophet" Talos Valkoran
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"Astral Rorschach almost became the first soul under my gun. He was the enemy from beginning to end in my identification of enemy-I let him occupy a seat in the Night Bat Council, so I will always occupy two seats." - "Crow Prince" Yageo Sevetarion
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"When I finished this cup of Reca coffee, a sudden flash of inspiration. I had a wonderful and perfect explanation of how to explain the unreasonable shadow stealth ability of Ecovacs Clarks... but the side blank of this book is too small to write down." - A casual note from a book that the subordinate of a judge sneaked in and escaped from the siege of the "delicious and nutritious" waiters and chefs
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Because of the words "Clarks?", Robert Kiriman has been in his life for two hundred years or nine thousand two hundred years (why again) and has ushered in a life-threatening crisis brought about by his brother.
Fortunately, he was facing Coz "has been savored by Cyris's courses and dietary concepts" instead of the one he once knew who was soaked or even eroded by the poison of Nostramo. The guardians who rushed into the door were not only his descendants, but such a luxurious lineup where the former regent and the former chief company commander of the Thousand Sons' Corps teamed up.
Therefore, when facing Calgar and Digris' doubtful and worried gaze at a later time in the political scene, Kiriman could only claim that the new scars on his neck and face were because "I was walking in the garden and the grape trellis accidentally fell down." He was guilty and had to tell the poor gardener a few words, "This is not his fault, it is the wind, it is a demonic wind."
Of course, after Conrad Kotz, Macardo and Aliman knew about this reason, it took more time for the latter two to persuade them to "persuade" the Eighth Primrose to prevent him from actually going to "untighten Kiriman's head and pull out his spine and then hang his skin on the flagpole of the Extreme Warrior's battle group as a flag flying so that everyone could see it the next day."
Then, it was very comfortable to live in Hera Fortress for free. He also strolled in the shadows or squatted down the city to overlook Magna City. As a nightly entertainment, Kotz immediately moved back to the Enterprise on the track with the bedding, and left a warning to Kiriman, "Please control your tongue or I will pull it down myself." The latter was another ignorant warning from the monk Zhang Er to touch his head.
However, things that even Conrad Cotz could not fully anticipate existed as he himself said.
As one of the costs of maintaining sanity, his time and way of using power is actually much stricter than he seems, which leads to a very natural thing:
When Conrad Coz, who was heading for Nikona Sarrogin's body, whose bloodline was expanded by his mysterious power from thousands of years ago, and because of his familiarity with Markulag, did not take confidentiality of appearance as his cautious fourth brother, and went to the Enterprise from the airport dock, the Astats on a cruiser were shocked to witness a man who was very, very, very close to "Ecovas Clarks" from all aspects boarding the Stormbird from them and heading to a ship they later investigated as belonging to a dynasty of the Shangran ronin.
The Raven Guards anxiously tried to find a path that could hopefully pass through the raging large rift subspace storm so that their messengers could send this important message back to the Raven Tower on the Saving Star, but they failed, so they planned to wait for the next action plan of the noble Thirteenth Primrose in this place most likely to set out first and relatively more likely to pass through the storm, and at the same time they had some ideas about the mysterious ship that had been anchored in the long-term Makurague orbit.
The Eighth and Thirteenth Primaries are now ignorant of this and what will happen in the future.
Except for a certain steel lord far away in Tianming Steel, he frowned and looked at the strange crest just appeared in the monitoring diagram of the table.
"What is this...? Koz's fate? Why does Koz have such changes in data that have completely stripped the timeline... This shouldn't be... wouldn't this cause... no... need technical adjustment..."
"What's wrong with Pepe?"
"...It's nothing big, it just seems that there was an unexpected interference."
"Huh? Which area?"
"Far East Star Field, Ultramar."
"That's normal. After all, Kiriman rushed over so anxiously. If I remember correctly, it was from there, before he could really reach Terra, he had to take turns to accept the "attack" or test of the youngest goddess, the kind father, the God of Change and the God of Blood, and then there was a series of things... There seemed to be something about the Great Vortex and Huron... Alas, I think he was busy. What a pity. As soon as he left here, our workload was visible to the naked eye. Alas, Robert missed him on the first day of his departure."
Ramizane stood up from the suspended seat and took a new dim sum from Ahalin, "But what makes me happy is that we have news about Robert Jr. and Cotz! Maybe next time Julius will be able to come back with the Enterprise or at least bring peace - try it? This is a fried dim sum I have asked the cafeteria to develop based on my memory."
Obviously, Lord Pertulabo BC was not very happy about the mention of a name, "New snack? Fried... I only taste one (chewed)... It's quite crispy and has a nostalgic retro flavor."
"Yes, this is called "Fan Qianzi."
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So, in the depths of the armory like the Garden of Eden, which everyone has forgotten...
When the commander Belisari Kaur finally used the Explorer King and Pandora Box to achieve the same death result in the war simulator, tired, satisfied, but the screws were loosely raised because the chip overheated.
So he finally noticed the passage of time - he had turned off all the prompts when he defeated this damn war crazier in order to concentrate on his mind, and now his data processing cache has about a few thousand reminder data and various reports of his other creatures - he browsed it quickly, then deleted them all, and planned to change his motor oil and polish his mechanical limbs after reselecting two personality data suitable for viewing. In this way, he should have done what he should have done long ago, and went to meet Robert Kiriman to report to him the achievements of his work over the past ten thousand years and show him these great works.
——He was told that the Thirteenth Primrose had rushed back to Markulag in a hurry and without warning, not long before he walked out of the Armory——he forgot to adjust the time flow rate in the Armory simulator back to the different problems of the outside world——in short, to pursue it seriously, the great sage was a little forgetful and dereliction of duty, or that he thought he would have the chance to talk to Robert Kiriman alone and in-depth, but he neither seized the time nor was he addicted to the joyful fire fighting beast chess with Desima—ah, the serious and exquisite academic discussion was not so urgent to apply.
"Om Messiah's general cannon!" shouted the great sage, "but my secret treasures on the King of Explorers and Mars can't wait! I can't make the preparations I can do this time. If they are discovered by those old Martian antiques who stick to the rules and corpses... what should I do?! Great Ohm Messiah! Please point me a way! Otherwise I can only..."
"Then you report to the other primordials here first." The Sage Desima muttered behind him, "Come on, have a cup of the burning Prosul Blue Mountain Special. Although you are a super big bastard, perverted, tormenting and self-thinking madman, Kaul, but because of the sober academic exchanges we have come to visit in recent times, I will still show you a mercy."
"How can you say that to me? Gallipo?" Kaul's mechanical tentacles stretched out from his abdomen clamped the cup of liquid with blue flames, while various lenses on his head and shoulders worked, analyzing the composition and all combinations of the liquid in the cup and any reactions they might have with the big sage of the big sage's beast-like mechanical body until he confirmed safety, and then enjoyed the feeling of the feeding liquid roaring in his mechanical lines that made him shivering and reenergizing.
"It's so sad. I'm tirelessly cloning and trying to resurrect my friends and maintain our friendship...I think it's completely contrary to what you just said. I'm completely, sincerely, and sincerely trying to resurrect my friend Qiu Fo!"
"... Of course, I have no objection to this. If you think you clone him eighty-seven times and reload the personality data of your dead friend nine thousand years ago into a newcomer, and call him the friend you first met without any problem..." Desima dusted his red robe, and when he raised his arm toasted, he revealed the silver metal limbs below, "I have nothing to say about this, respect Om Messiah, respect your great cause, Kaor."
"Oh, thank you, yes! My career is truly great! Galipo, you are someone who can truly see the value of my career. If you weren't so stubborn in the art of war, intelligent control of mechanics, long-range strikes and firepower saturation were the future war trends... you would almost become my friend. But I think I would put this memorandum into my to-do list."
"...You are the most arrogant human I have ever seen, Kaur."
"I would consider this a compliment because I am qualified. Thank you, Desima."
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
The Great Sage straightened his back and made a sound of pressure evaporating the gears. His mechanically modified body was nearly as tall as two Astartes. The red robe covered the mechanical recurve joints and more claws, tentacles or other things. It formed a strange impression similar to the lower body being a lizard-like creature while the upper body was a human. The red hood with white gear edges also had a blue eyepiece reinforcement device on one side, and the other was an extremely old but still retaining human flesh. Except here, his only gray-white skin on his left hand looked original.
Considering that he himself claimed to have lived a full ten thousand years of life to travel through Mars and the entire Milky Way to carry out his work, the fact that he actually retained human flesh was amazing.
"So, do you have any suggestions on the clear path to other primordials? I want to explain first that I will not give anything that is harmful to the empire..."
"It's very simple. Those who do these biochemical experiments like this are prone to falling into a vicious circle. Listen to it. First of all, you claim that your order comes from Robert Kiriman, and you have worked for ten thousand years because of this order. Now you have completed it. But you need to find someone to recover, enable, and take over your work as soon as possible, because when you designed this complete plan with such a long span, understanding and understanding, and did not think you would fail. You will definitely enable them in ten thousand years, and you will definitely succeed, so there is no redundant time at all, right?"
"Of course. How could I fail?"
"It's really a consistent confidence, OK, then, let me ask you again, as far as you know and see, does Lord Kiriman have any objections to Ramizane or Lord Peturabo's other brothers' rule and the rule of this place?"
"Well... it's true that no, Lord Keelman naturally started to work on his daily work in their office... I remember he also mentioned that he should be considerate of the 'feeling and worrying' brother..."
"Will you consider reporting your work for thousands of years to Lord Magna or Lord Pallas?"
"Of course not! You and I can see their status - but I am really interested in Lord Dorn's mechanical body. I don't know if he can allow me to study it. If he used this to tempt me, I wouldn't dare say that I could stand it."
A sage who was actually involved in part of the manufacturing exclaimed an unpredictable smile on his metal face.
"Then you should not let other Astartes hear you, especially not let His Excellency Sigismund hear you, otherwise I will not be able to help you. OK, then do you think our two respectable masters of the Destiny Steel are your only choice at this time now?"
"You may be right. Desima." A mechanical tentacle of Belisari Kaul held up his huge heavy breathing mask very humanized and the lower half of his face.
"Then I choose..."
(This chapter ends)