Chapter 601 AlphaPrimus
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In fact, nothing much changed in the office when they came.
Everything looked quite quiet, without obvious damage, and no signs of chaos invasion.
The Pertulabo, who was named Ramizane Carlosini, was even sitting in that chair, right where he looked equally unscathed.
But the one who still named Pertulabo - the one who smelled completely wrong - showed a very canine-faced expression of a very canine, who was trying to restrain his lips from turning up and exposing his teeth, but the slight movement of the facial muscles still betrayed some of his instinct.
This is what the original cast head saw after hesitating for a while, without choosing to let the Oyster-like Belisaliu Kaor, who looked like a cooked iron-shelled oyster, stay next door with the Iron Sansmen alone, but chose to drag the motionless Great Sage back to the office at least.
Peturabo now looks like an extremely vigilant beast, facing unexpected unfamiliar situations, and in this room with only three awake creatures, the layer of relaxing vigilance was removed. Now, what remains in place is something condensed by such pure instincts of anger, rage and killing in a physical prison called Logos, the desire to destroy everything equally is even more pure, strong, emotionally and fairer than any servant of the Blood God he has killed.
A kind of enlightenment surged into my heart, causing the mind of the original casting head to shake: for the existence in front of me, the end of life in the entire Milky Way is an option that can be achieved and not unacceptable. All life, no matter the noble or low, all existence are equal.
His master, Kaor, was not unfair to lose.
The original casting head knows Kaul very well.
He probably felt that this small paradise-like territory was governed and built in such a gentle and meticulous way, which made the great sage feel that the ruler might be better at agriculture, art and construction, and more likely to be a simple and hard-working defensive personality. He was mostly willing to listen to the prisoner's clever defense before he started to punish him, so he performed his usual dramatic adventure in front of him so bluntly.
To put it bluntly, I think the other party has a reasonable temper and should be easy to escape even if it is caught. So I planned to fight back according to the usual practice and then complete a big show. I didn't expect that the other party was not such a person at all, so Kaor took such a big frustration instead.
As his early works and assistant for thousands of years, Shouzhu knew very early that although Kaur's boldness and conceit gave him so many achievements, he would one day fall apart, because although Kaur himself did not think so, Shouzhu always believed that Kaur was not immortal.
Obviously, today is a good day to know this.
"What's wrong?" The man sitting behind the desk blinked at them, his icy blue eyes, a body full of coordination, charm and strength.
The ancient editor wrote the gene code of the flesh and blood of the Primrose was so beautiful and flawless that it was completely different from the miscellaneous and rough and ugly second-rate tinkerers who made the pain of the original casting head forever.
The gene protozoa is undoubtedly charming and beautiful in line with common sense of humanity. Compared to his elegantly elongated and widened skull structure, the original casting head recalls his own face that he had often glimpsed in the cold steel bedroom or the reflective surface of Kaul's experimental instruments.
This is a face with a wide skull, lengthened facial features, ordinary and boring, covered with countless surgical scars that have been cut and stitched together, and various scars left by thousands of years of adventure and battle. His facial features are by no means ugly, but they seem to be lacking in carving, plain and rough.
If the face of the geneprimary will make mortals feel the beauty and balance of ingenuity, then the face of the original casting is like a draft of the geneprimary - just like when a great artist carves those statues that have passed away forever, he will first use a not-so-good stone to carve a practice or try the work. At first glance, it seems like that, but it is much sloppy and much more rough. From the second glance, people can't help frowning, thinking that this face is more like a monster that needs modification.
The first cast is undoubtedly a work of Belisarius Kaul. It is full of leftover errors and places that need to be modified but have not been modified, as well as the lasting pain and instability they cause, because his pain starts from the omission of gene encoding, rather than ordinary physical pain, so they are always and more severe. The first cast is actually used to killing, fighting, walking, cooperating with tests or sleeping in pain. Although it is still painful when sleeping, his brain does not care about this. His brain can rest as needed to complete the design function of Kaul.
It cannot be denied that the first cast was designed very, very attentively. As a genetic engineering work, in terms of practicality and functionality, he was designed perfectly by the Great Sage, which is why he has been able to serve and compete with Kaor's warriors and assistants for thousands of years. Most of the time, he was sent out alone to deal with tasks that require a whole space warrior team to complete, and even more.
Although Kaur sometimes tried to say something strange to him, such as suddenly claiming after the conversation without warning that he thought he was as important as Qiu Fo, it would only make a stronger sense of helplessness and resentment surge in Shuzhu's heart. He had gone from sympathy to numb acceptance of every created Qiu Fo-but he could not resist his master and maker, and his genetic code was also written in dutifulness and loyalty.
Although these thoughts seem to come one after another, in the actual flow of time, all they consume is the moment when the eyes touch the ground.
The pair of ice-blue eyes changed in shape, and he was smiling, the head of the original cast realized not only towards Pertulabo, who seemed completely stressed, but also towards himself.
"You can tell that you want him to die very much, why don't you let him die like this?"
His subspace vision was completely suppressed, so he could only see the person in reality lifting his finger and pointing to the great sage who was lying under his feet without knowing life and death.
The original cast head bites his lips tightly.
He did have many times, many times, hope that Kaur would die, and perhaps his endless battle and work obligations would end.
He himself is a monster, so is Caul.
The first cast imagines that the death of Belisarius Kaur was postponed for 10,000 years finally comes. At this moment, it is not the end of a grand, dramatic, well-known genius and artist that the Great Sage has always been expecting, but the disgraceless and silent death of a failed thief and a deceived person.
And he finally realized that he did not expect this to happen as he expected.
Just when the head of Yuancao realized the complexity and confusion in his heart, the person behind the desk turned to Pertulabo BC again. "Why don't you come? Peturabo? What's wrong with you?" The man spoke Gao Gothic in a perfect elegance, and even with a little accent, showing an invisible closeness, which even made Peturabo BC feel a sense of real familiarity, but there was no natural laziness.
"Who are you?"
The Border Collie sat in his cockpit, with all the instrument lights and screens around him flickering constantly. His ears tightened, pressing them tightly against his head, his lips moved from time to time, his nose was twitching at high speed, his mane exploded from neck to back, his hind limbs were tightened, and his claws were already deeply grasped into the soft cushion.
"I am me." The other party said in a language that he had never heard of, "I am Ramizane Carlosini and Peturabo."
In an instant, the pressure in the whole room was lighter.
Shuo Zhu took a deep breath from the bottom of his lungs - he realized that he had not even dared to breathe until just now.
But obviously the person next to him is not a fool.
"Is that true?" Pertulabo BC raised and pointed at the documents and debris on the desk that were obviously disturbed by people because of the movement just now. Various gadgets rolling down on the ground showed that something unexpected happened on the desk.
"What's going on? Did you just fainted? Or did something happen? Belisaliu Kaur suffered a serious overload and backlash. Do you have anything to say about this?"
"While I'd love to claim that I can be responsible for it, I'm sorry I don't know anything about it. As you said, I just seemed to have lost consciousness for a little while, and by the time I woke up, I was already sitting here." The man behind the desk shrugged. "What's wrong with him?"
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"It's nothing. He's familiar, he's broken up, burned, it's over. Unless someone wants to save him."
Peturabo did not relieve his desire to eliminate, he just hid them better under the shell, and realized that he might be able to see the last decisive conversation before he witnessed the disappearance of the universe.
Maybe there is no need to consider whether to save Kaul or not? They can die here and now, so that they will not violate his genetic code that is not allowed to harm himself. The second-rate tinker monster and his works monster are quite suitable.
The mind that had been tortured by pain even flashed a trace of ease that had never been seen before for this thought.
"He probably has..." When he said this, the blue-eyed Pertulabo turned his head to Kaul who was cast at his feet.
Suozhu suddenly felt a "empty", just as his composition, his past, his future, his pain and all the secrets were ruthlessly taken out, broken down, spread out, and flattened, and displayed under this gaze with great clarity. As long as he wanted, he would definitely "speak" them as if he wanted. Suozhu didn't know what power this was, and he could not define it with any words, but the powerful talent he gained after being designed made him vaguely realize this horror.
"Well... Kaul's brain is not a mere illegal reinforcement. This brain is like a whole palace built illegally on a bungalow... Being capable is really capable, and being arrogant is really arrogant. Oh, he is losing all his synaptic vitality, and the link with external storage can last for about 22 seconds. After this time, it cannot be anchored, and the entire existence will begin to drift. But the repaired part is not enough, so he still has to reconstruct a brain for him and stuff it back."
"Reconstruction? But his brain is 90% mature, and it is now dissolving and releasing lipids," said another Pertulabo, but he stood there without a single step closer to his desk. "Where are you going to find a backup of his brain with a special structure? The protocol that can only be used once, and now it can't be made out of nothing."
Wait a minute, how do you know that I must want to save him? Maybe giving up his treatment will be better for him, me, Qiu Fo and others...
"Ahha. The original cast head. Well... I don't understand that you want to pull out your old father's men... I want to raise a little bit of a son, but just a little bit of a little finger, so I can't get more. But one is better than him, and his split is at least not that level."
As if he understood his heart, the pair of ice-blue eyes swept across his neck and chest again, "That's right, unfortunately, although the family wanted to extubate the tube and give up treatment, Kaul could not die, at least he could not die now, nor could he die here. He still had his important task to complete. There was originally a backup followed by Makado to Marcusag to prevent this situation, but it had been deleted. Unfortunately, because the fate line there was a little stronger than the calculation, and it really couldn't be blocked. Given that everyone did not expect that the port was not used but was actually not offline - this is indeed a new blind spot."
What is he talking about?
"Don't care, just talk to yourself. - It's true that you can't make a difference out of nothing now, but how do you know that I must not find a new brain for Belisarius Kaur himself?"
"As far as I know, he really likes to run the Milky Way while taking risks while building original cast Space Marines, and fill the cellars of each planet like a squirrel storing winter food. Then he forgot them after filling it up, but since he can't find it himself, how can you find them? You can't even dig these from his own memory. Moreover, there are only outer storage chips and other easy-to-preserve inorganic matter and mechanical carriers. Although he is arrogant and arrogant, he will not keep one of his wet parts in this environment so confidently."
"Who said he was going to dig in his mind?" said the person behind the desk, "Well... let me call the data to check... Oh, as I thought, indeed, good treasures can be found in the dusty warehouse. I found it. Look."
He turned the data board on the table to them.
Looking at the eyes of Shuzhu, he saw the name of a planet.
Bella Kahn.
(This chapter ends)