Chapter 606 Scene·2·Guardian Lucius
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The Supreme Overlord of Comoros, the rule of the consul, the great tyrant or other titles given to him during his thousands of years of legendary rise were all alone, and Asdubar Victor walked silently in the most central one of his tower palaces.
The labyrinthic corridor of crystal fractals was no one else but his double body, and the slaves were tremblingly hiding at the edge of the gate, waiting for orders or death at any time, or worse, for painful torture.
The sharp and stern gaze of the Supreme Overlord swept through the scenes reflected in the crystal plane, each of which showed him the situation in different levels and territories in Comoros, from the hedgehog banquets obeying his conspiracy to the high towers of the family who plotted against him, to the portrayal of the slums full of corpses and about to be devoured by the darkness at the bottom (yes, even the Dark Spirits have slums).
If a librarian of Salted Fish Serris was asked to evaluate it, it would probably be difficult words such as "After 40,000 years, this is really a dictator who likes to watch the monitoring room full of screens - but this really reflects his desire to control, which is understandable."
But in short, the gaze of the supreme overlord, wearing a black turtle-necked clothing and an obsidian crown like a spire stinging into the sky, rarely skimming the contents of those lower regions today. Instead, after checking the state of the captured stars as usual and seeing the complete destruction of another hostile family, he turned to an ordinary picture.
If his double body had any curiosity or opinions about this, at least he would not show it immediately.
The Supreme Consul stared at the seemingly uncommon but not unusual scene of robbery.
Then he frowned mysteriously and walked to the other crystal fractals that extended out of the picture. The fractals of various things that were happening everywhere in Comoros in the endless crystal corridor flashed constantly.
Obviously, while thinking about who was secretly planning and causing the increasingly obvious division of Comoros recently, the Supreme Overlord did not lose his keen intuition about any sudden small incidents.
He walked past the scene where his conspiracy group warriors were fighting against the enemy and still tenaciously fulfilling the orders of the Supreme Consul when he suffered serious losses. He nodded, commanding people to record all this and give enough reward to any survivors who returned—
"Oh."
After watching so many and so long, the Supreme Overlord made a sound for the first time.
His footsteps stopped in front of a small crystal fractal fragment plane. The one shown on it seemed to be just an ordinary look at a flesh-and-blood trading point and the arena gate in the distance, but there was an inconspicuous alley hidden in the shadows under the picture. The Supreme Overlord stretched out his hand and magnified that part.
Then, he looked at it carefully for a long time, finally straightened his body and stared at the details in the enlarged picture.
As if he sensed something, his double body, which was dressed exactly the same as him, floated to him like a real shadow, waiting for his master's instructions.
"Go and find Mares for me." He spoke, his cold voice very clear and mellow to an existence like him, "and also find the consul of the Ninth Raptor and Blade Lotus."
"In this conspiracy, some external things need to be verified and some internal things need to be cleaned up."
His double body bowed.
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"No! The Iron Blood No. 1 will not raise the spirit race! The black and white flowers and wild ones are not good!"
"Then... then do you think they are domestically raised?"
"No! I'll say it again, the Iron Blood No. · Xu Yang Ling clan! Even a finger can't be done! There is no room for correction in this matter!"
"Then..."
"Do you want her or me?"
"That must be you, baby Pepe! Come on! Carry the prisoners away!"
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Given that a black and white plush tyrant had such a strong resistance to leaving the Dark Spirit to recover from the dark spirit tribe, the whereabouts of the dark spirit women who were rescued from the crow claws of "Wannas" in the scene of the chaos (and obviously a larger basket appeared later and so it was still in a confidential state) became a minor problem.
After the two Iron Lords friendly and fierce arguments from breakfast to midnight snacks, from "The Dark Spirit is not human, so whether the human rights clause should be applied or should the pet bill be used" to "I give orders that you can't see killing, it's not enough, it's enough", and more arguments, they were successfully kicked from the Destiny Iron and Steel to Wandering Port, and they looked for an unlucky ghost here to take care of it.
Because "I can't really stop seeing people like this." He was praised, "Lord Ramizane is really too kind to all living beings. Fortunately, Lord Petulabo checked it"; when the pragmatic Librarian Seris actually said, "Take out the useful things in her mouth first or see who she is. If there is really a problem, lock it up or kill it." Few people mentioned it. This is what everyone is responsible for the positioning of the two Iron Lords.
The pharmacy master, who was so busy that he had no time to be hung on the Primarch flagship, expressed enough interest and enthusiasm for the captive, and it was indeed time for the patient to lie in the infirmary.
But unfortunately, when the soul of the Lord of Steel heard that when he was to place a dark spiritual race next to his precious gene seed bank, it became colder than the cold void and harder than the Emperor's Shield. Even the Om Messiah believer who mechanized herself the most thoroughly would kneel down to sing the binary confessional scriptures when he saw his heart that was cold to -273.15℃, she was not "fortunate" to lie in Master Hongsuo's pharmacist laboratory for better treatment, but was only allowed to find someone to take care of her, allowing her to recover by relying on the powerful natural resilience of the spiritual race itself.
The guardian of this dark spirit woman needs to meet at least the following three requirements: 1. People must be loyal and reliable enough, have strong character, and are good at taking care of living things. At least they cannot take care of the worse the more they take care of; 2. They are strong enough to prevent her from running away or killing; 3. They must be pure in body and mind, and will never cause any heavy emotional disputes with the prisoners between the ghost Space Marine and the black bean sprout woman, especially the third article, which Petulabo repeatedly emphasized, which is very important.
Then it is obvious that the first thing that was attracted to was the only two Astart brothers here. However, the Pastor Geraltos of the Black Church had obviously been roaming Hong Kong with civilians, adventurers and the slippers of the state religion for too long. Faced with this situation, he went straight to Lord Ramizane and used a trick of cheating on him, claiming that his faith would not collapse, the debate would not fail, and he would not want to take on life, or let him die.
According to His Excellency Pertulabo, "It's a rebellion! Bound this embarrassing priest of the Black Holy Church for me and sent it to their Grand Marshal! Return the Emperor's Champion! Isn't this cry, make a fuss and hang yourself?!" But Lord Ramizane mercifully spared the work of the Geraltos brothers. "It's not like this little thing to be alive," and turned to Pastor Li Kevin.
Pastor Li Kevin accepted the reality peacefully as always, but he said that if he was fasting and fasting, if he wanted to take care of him, he would be unable to make the female alien with him every day, stay up late to recite scriptures, so as to understand the enlightenment given by Dorn and the Lord of Steel.
It is obvious that the former Imperial Fist priest brother did what he said, so on the third day the unconscious prisoner was urgently removed from the Li Kevin brother because of the problem of "the life monitoring alarm that has been harshly calling the police."
Originally, the work of "careing" the Dark Spirit Clan for the Lord of Iron should fall on Saul Tavitz's head - don't ask why, the question was that Lord Ramizane specially took a list and read it for a long time, thinking that "the way to give the living creature to Tavitz is to be normal, speak gently, have a good swordsmanship, and cook and have good food may be less likely to be raised to death."
But given that His Excellency Tavitz has been busy since he actually came back to work in the "delicious and nutritious" kitchen, the job ended up falling from Tavitz's angry subcontractor to the most helpful Space Marine in the Wandering Port area.
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"It's not me that why is it me? I have something to do more important and much more interesting than this!"
Lucius muttered dissatisfiedly, and carefully stuffed a spoonful of nutritious porridge in his hand into the female alien's mouth.
Oh, Fogrim and Lord Angelon are here! He definitely didn't want to take good care of this alien! But, but, but you understand? If a swordsman as good as him, when feeding people with a spoon, he would have made such an unbearable mistake in spilling out the contents of the spoon, or did not feed all the things perfectly, so that the pasty nutritional porridge stains appear in places that should not have appeared—
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh It's simply unbearable imperfection!
So no matter what reason it was in his heart, the unconscious female captain of the Dark Spirit was indeed under unexpectedly careful and tidy care from Lucius. The quality of his care surprised everyone else - Togardon sighed and began to attack Tavitz, who was smiling and not smiling. The latter was very satisfied that he had caught a new coolie who had cut and sautéed.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
"Go and show me the fire! There are still a thousand tables of dishes to make today!" said the chef of the restaurant who was waving a huge stir-frying spoon.
Under such careful care, this female alien whose skull was damaged, whose back to waist was broken by sharp tools, whose kidneys were almost taken out day by day, began to recover stubbornly day by day, but she was in a coma all the time. After all, her head was one of the two most serious injuries.
Hong Suo has been here several times. Even if he can provide a powerful set of diagnostic and treatment plans for gene protozoa, the diagnosis results of the Dark Spirit Clan are still difficult to determine.
"Because first of all they... or they." The pharmacist took back his scanning arm and began to remove the scanning anchor he placed on the female alien. "They are completely different from humans except for their appearance, and their internal bodies are completely different from humans. I mean, even if the skulls and limbs wrapped around the skin look so similar, and even the secondary sexual characteristics are similar to external reproductive organs, they are still something that is completely 'not human' from the path of evolution to the anatomy of physiology, do you understand?"
"You don't need to say this, the pharmacist." Lucius stood at the head of the bed, holding his arms with both hands. He was very skilled and brave, but did not wear power armor indoors for comfort. He just wore a short robe made of silk, and tied his waist with a palm-and-a-half-width gold belt around his waist. His sword and saber hung on the metal ring under his waist. "You were not born yet when I cut down countless alien heads during the Great Expedition."
The pharmacy master suddenly moved, and an extremely unexplained premonition surged into his heart, making him want to get up and block Lucius' unscrupulous mouth immediately, but the latter had already spoken all the way, "...If you want to say it, I am old enough to be your uncle's uncle. How can you assume that Lucius, the eternal climber, made such a mistake?"
The strange sense of ominousness disappeared again, Hong Suo frowned and relaxed, "...Indeed, although it is not a big deal, I shouldn't have thought that a soldier with sufficient experience would make such a mistake."
"That's right..." The proud swordsman said with satisfaction, and at the same time came over and looked at the dark elves woman whom he had been caring for for a long time. "How long will she wake up? I'm so suffocated. I'm like a bird locked here with an invisible rope! You don't know how many interesting things I have missed in the roaming port for eight hours since I started taking care of her! Ah! The crime rate has increased by 1.3% recently, which is heartbreaking! It must be because of the lack of me, the great Lucius relationship! They need me! The people need me! Look at those flowers and greeting cards!"
His hands waved his hands at the bouquets and cards of various sizes that were placed randomly in the room but were full of artistic sense.
"Everyone thought I was sick! They sent me condolences! How cute! Although it was clumsy, it was full of such bright and vivid emotions. Every greeting card and bouquet filled my body with surging and hot energy!"
"That's really congratulations..."
Before the pharmacy master could speak, the swordsman, the son of the former emperor, spoke again, "But, speaking of it, I heard you were born there by Fabius Bair?"
Hong Suo really frowned this time, and his voice became cold and hard.
"Yes, what's wrong?"
"Hi!" Lucius slapped his thigh, "Then why are you so disgusting? You can call me, Tavitz and other uncles of the Emperor!"
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After the elixir master said goodbye with anger, Lucius returned to the bedroom and continued to murmurly prepare the food and potion for the next meal for the alien lying on the bed.
Just as he muttered, "Why is he so angry?"
Someone on the bed weakly responded in a beautiful and upright Gao Gothic language.
"Maybe it's because he doesn't want to call you uncle..."
(This chapter ends)