Chapter 604 The coffin board is up! ! ! ! -
The Office of the Commander of the Tianming Iron and Steel Battle,
1320 standard scores before-
"Are they all okay?"
After waiting for a minute, looking at the person who was silent and smiling at the desk, and the brother who was also still at the desk, Fogrim Pallas finally couldn't help but ask.
The person inquired is naturally impossible to be the first of the original casting, but can only be the existence in this room that seems to have experienced the most storms and waves.
Roger Dorn glanced at the little brother through the sensor of Magner Dorn's mechanical body.
The Primarch's outstanding memory still reminds him how he expelled the demonic Maharaja who had been twisted and transformed into a non-human body from Terra's walls last time he saw Fogrim.
Usually people or the sons of the emperor who followed him would think that Cron Fogrim might be able to embark on glorious revenge and expedition against his fallen body, lead them to wash away the shame and disgrace of betrayal and depravity, restore the glory and glory of the past, and gain a place in new forces.
The last point is actually the most inconspicuous but most important.
If Fogrim Pallas eventually brought them to the Empire not the Pertulabo office but the Empire, Dorn privately believed that this group of Phoenix Guards might not have done their best as they do, or even if they want to do their best, they would definitely encounter difficulties from the Inquisition or other imperial institutions more than once, and then again, they would either rebel or be sent to die. He was very sure of this.
However, Dorn also knows that Fogrim Pallas means much more than Fogrim's clones to what Pertulabo is planning.
As the stable repeater of a large number of special pivots hidden inside the Iron Blood and Magna Dorn's sleeping unconscious body, Magna saw many details that were not known to Roger Dorn, but seemed to be shiny like black and white - Dorn knew Peturabo very well after all, just like this brother knew him very well.
——No, maybe they only understand each other's thinking in the most superficial tactics and strategies, and at other times, they actually know nothing about their brothers.
But Rog Dorn's thoughts turned around and said nothing more. He walked forward, carefully checked the situation of Pertulabo BC, and walked over to observe Ramizane more cautiously.
The two of them looked just stunned at first sight. If you observe carefully, you will find that they were actually stagnant at that moment.
"They are not bad," he said, and then realized that he was talking with a converter. Obviously, a certain Pertulabo BC made a voice converter plug-in like his car for Magna, who had frequent learning and communication needs recently. Of course, he took a look again. The switch permissions of the plug-in were not unexpectedly inside Magna's body, and it also stipulated that the plug-in was not allowed when monitoring certain thesaurus and objects.
Fortunately, it is obviously not considered a scope that is not allowed to be used.
"An unexpected psychic insertion incident caused a dimensional cleavage from the subspace side... I must say that such a sudden psychic accident reminded me of some stories."
"They are now being attacked by psychics and being pulled away from their souls, or something?" Pallas asked. "Can they recover by themselves? Or do we need to find them? Or what ceremony is held? If someone needs to be present, I can contact Ferus and Ishtar immediately."
"No, no, because this cannot be considered completely attacking, although it is indeed not a normal and friendly approach." Dorn paused for a moment, as if thinking about how to explain to the remaining two in a simple way.
"A unexpected, short vertical slicing dimension isolates them to some extent from the passing space and time. Originally, this gap will only briefly appear a short harmless time and disappear on its own. The inserted psychic energy takes it as an opportunity to extend its effect, but it does not completely leave the dimension we are in. It is like a transparent and fragile bubble, maintaining the relative stillness of the object state in it. However, this stillness is only for external observers like you and me. For them inside, the time passing may be different from us, but in general, because this dimensional state is difficult to maintain for too long, they should be able to recover from it and return to our time and space flow on their own."
The young phoenix frowned and then unfolded again.
"In other words, they are experiencing a short, subspace storm that works only for themselves inside their own time. And they have experienced some events that we cannot see."
"Very close."
"Then we can only wait now, can we predict their return time?"
"I think Peturabo's condition looks like the one who returns first. Oh, he is coming back, so he should do the next thing. I will return my physical authority to Magna. You guys... don't tell him I've been here, do you know? There is only Magna Dorn from beginning to end."
The young phoenix nodded obediently, and the original cast head closed his mouth.
Three seconds later, Pertulabo BC jumped up with extraordinary rage, and then found himself almost having an intimate contact with the metal death mask of the brother he hated most when Magna Dorn came close to him.
"What are you doing here?! Stay away from me! Get out of here!"
Pertulabo's voice was like rolling thunder. He shouted loudly in anger and fierce manner, while deflecting his head over and kicking him in the abdomen. A huge impact of gold and iron showed that the Lord of Steel had used at least eight points. Fortunately, the twisting angle of the mechanical body was greater than that of humans, and Magna narrowly avoided the fate of becoming a large-scale golden wall embedded into the wall.
"What's wrong with you? Teacher (Sir)?"
The golden metals twisted like living things under the alert and astonished gaze of the original cast head, and then flowed back to where they should be in violation of common sense. The head cast held the Great Sage of the Dominant Excited the scent of the Brain Flower in a daze, wondering whether he should be surprised to discover another evidence of the use of alien technology, or to be scared by hearing Dorn’s mechanical personality name called Teacher Peturabo.
But the gift he was given told him that it would be best to shut up at this moment and let the Primarchs solve the problems between the Primarchs themselves.
So I am silent and use my own strength to make myself less present.
"Are you injured? Teacher?" Magna returned in panic to the person who just wanted to kick him out like a shell, while Palas only took a few steps forward and frowned slightly, "You have the smell of blood!"
Peturabo gasped heavily, his teeth exposed outside his lips, and even pink gums could be seen, reminiscent of hunting beasts.
His face, which had always been wise, cold and sarcastic since he knew him, was once hideous. His expression reflected on the human face looked full of hatred, anger and a desire for destruction, but as he swept over the Roger Dorn death mask on Magner's face, the muscles on his cheeks twitched twice.
Magna immediately grabbed his pause.
"Go and see Ramizane, he doesn't move!"
Sure enough, this sentence succeeded in quickly cooling the fiery anger of Pertulabo from the magma to basalt like a bucket of ice water.
The Lord of Steel immediately walked behind the desk. After checking for a while, his expression relaxed a little, but he still frowned.
The three present were all very sensitive in their ears, and even so, they could only hear him muttering something like "I still bite lightly" and "I can't eat the old orcs."
"Damn it, the crack that was so short that it could be ignored was dragged by the old guy for more than ten hours. If he thought this could change something, he would be very wrong!"
Peturabo BC cursed and turned sideways, as if he had just noticed the rest of the office again.
"What are you still standing there? Send Belisaliu Kaor, the unbeaten guy, to the pharmacist's laboratory immediately! Tell Hongsuo-forget it, I'll send him the treatment procedure instructions in person, and I'll let Desima go there together, you," the Lord of Steel pointed at the original cast head and the young phoenix with arrogance and unquestionable question. "Responsible for sending your father over by yourself. I know your strength can hang him, and Pallas will accompany you. And you," he looked at Magna again, with no guilt on his face that he almost kicked the person in two parts, "Get me some water to rinse your mouth-I just got out of the battle and didn't react."
"I know, teacher," Magna heard the string song and knew the meaning, "You didn't mean it, I'll get the water now."
"Well, go." The other two had already hurriedly retreated and took the sage who was almost familiar with him to stay away from this place of right and wrong.
"How long did I stagnate just now?"
Only Pertulabo BC and Magna remained in the room, and then he started interrogating each other again.
"It's not long, teacher, before and after I found something was wrong, I only passed 484 seconds in total."
"Oh... Then," Peturabo BC stared at the other party, "How did you find out that something was wrong here?"
"The office's viewing window reported an abnormal attack value." Magna raised the metal face, "What's wrong? Is there anything wrong? Teacher?"
"...It's nothing. Kaul's situation cannot be delayed anymore. Come and help me call biological data and start reconstructing his master brain. By the way, I can also teach you some ways to use special data of the Mechanical God Cult."
"Okay."
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Outside the Hall of Destiny Steel
Now
Defensive positions-
The cold light surged out from the interior of the chapel like sticky oil, covering the place.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
The Emperor stood inside the gate threshold of the chapel. The dim candlelight in the chapel outlined a faint gold edge on the outside of his dark black body. Outside the door separated by a door, the cloudy and sunny light shone on the silver metal surface of the defensive mafia, emitting a faint white light.
If there were devout believers of the state religion here at this time, they might scream in surprise and angrily: the emperor's human form appeared very thin and miserable, his skull and torso seemed to have been hit hard by blunt objects, his dark brown hair was stuck to dry blood, one of his eyes was gone, only his loose eyelids covered with empty eye sockets, He was wearing a simple white linen robe, his bare hands, feet and part of his torso had fresh and undried blood marks.
These blood marks winded all the way from the altar where He struggled down, and thorns and roses now grew on the blood footprints left by each step.
He raised his head slightly, and forever changed and could not be fixed on an impression. Only a pair of quiet eyes looked directly at the huge, runes and defense gate, a silver wall composed of aircraft in front of the huge gate, full of runes and defenses, and the commander who should have been there: the former Raven Guard Adarik Wannas, was not in his position, or in other words, the real Wannas had no idea that he had been arranged to guard the place, and the order was taken by another "Raven Wannas", so He could not successfully leave the place.
This doesn't work.
These unfamiliar sons.
Why don’t they understand His painstaking efforts?
He must leave here.
This is an opportunity, the fourth's attention was drawn away by the accident He created on the other side, Sigismund was transferred from here, and the emergency he had just carefully triggered in Comoros led away the last commander, and the time-space misalignment he created would also affect Clarks' judgment of time... This is the best opportunity.
His goal is outside the door, on the Iron Blood, in the office of Peturabo.
The weight and speed of the original plan are completely worth mentioning compared to such a goal. His No. 4 had been consumed by him so far. He thought it was the best way to use it, but he did not expect that Pertulabo seemed to have taken away most of his power and lost his use, but he could actually give him such surprise.
But His "Son" is really too careless.
It was originally a mistake he made when he understood the mistake himself. Not only did he think too much, he was also easily dissatisfied with the assigned tasks and was also afraid of being punished.
If he could, like Dorn, give up the so-called beautiful ideals and be a good son who absolutely only prioritizes the execution of the father's orders. In fact, He is not unable to prepare some rewards for Peturabo sometimes...
But Peturabo was too smart and was easy to think too much, but Dorn was not. Although he was also very smart, he was more willing to obey the emperor's orders for his ideals and then resolutely implement them after he was determined, even if this conflicted with his own principles. Such loyalty was the reason for His choice of Dorn.
As the Emperor of Humanity, His Terra Guardian needs unreasonable obedience, and does not need a person who can think too much reason, even if that person is smart, it is not good enough - let alone Peturabo...
But none of this matters anymore.
Now, never in the cross-dimensional gap that exists in time, He has seen a corner of the precious treasure found by No. 4. If such power and resources are mastered by Him, then everything that was forced to stop moving forward ten thousand years ago can continue... no, or even go to the next level.
Under the will of the human emperor, the interests of the human empire must be maximized.
The human emperor will surely save humanity.
Similarly, the territory of the Galaxy must, and can only be inhabited and ruled by humans whom He has determined to meet the standards.
All that cannot meet His standards and do not want to agree with His ideas is only one way: it must be completely eliminated.
As long as He can rush out and get the treasure of No. 4...
His palm with divine blood was pressed against the door—this blood was only in the present form of Pertulabo.
In an instant, the whole chapel began to tremble, the murals on the walls peeled off, the statues collapsed, and the pillars and the ground cracked spider-web-like patterns.
The edge of the gate turned into powder under His touch, and fragments shot towards the defenders behind the gate like raindrops.
The crew opened fire.
The psychic bomb and the rune bomb poured out like a rainstorm, but it stopped one meter before Him and hanged in the air.
He stepped forward, and the special ammunition turned around and fired back at a faster speed.
The armor was like paper in front of His power, and the soldiers began to suffer losses in war.
"You can't stop me... This is my mission!"
(This chapter ends)