Chapter 610: The Story of the Sixth·End·The Fire of His Soul
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Thelunatic, thelover, and thepoet
Areofimaginationallcompact.
———AMidsummerNight'sDream
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Astat and the Dark Eldar, who were fighting in the house where they were surveillance, did not notice anything wrong around them.
Or they should have discovered it with their vision and perception, but they did not feel something was wrong.
The gods' eyes were thrown into this room in a specially opened hole for them.
More expectations, blessings and distorted wishes are sent here, and colors and light turn into the highest sky or a corner of a room in the net in a trance. The extinct beauty formed by banquets, bookshelfs, doors and thousands of dead souls rotate around the heroes and heroines in the center.
As the sweat and blood of the battle spilled onto the ground that turned into sand, the furniture quietly moved with its legs and feet that had grown skin and claws, the flowers opened their eyes shyly, and the tentative tentacles stretched out from the teacup. The twisted desire brings up the doll that the gods urgently need to play in the game with hazy love as false silk thread.
What was entangled and burning across her was the flames of each other's purple and white souls trying to devour each other.
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Observing that the atmosphere outside is completely different from the weirdness inside.
The taciturn watcher who briefly took over Lucius's duties in the middle was still moving forward silently.
He took a step, and the pink and blue wry limbs of fear demons rose from each step. He simply shook off the slender tongues and claws of the silver palace maids who were lying on his shoulders, his arms trying to rely on him and lift his chin. Just like a ruthless man with a heart of iron and stone, shaking off the snow-white arms of the crying beauty who kept him, the colorful ripples and seductive sweet fragrance formed by the subspace ripples that were allowed to invade reality under control gradually dissipated behind his figure.
His previous movements were deliberately added to false disorders, and now their rhythms are restored to rhythmic movements. When he stepped out of the space maintenance device set up by the great Lord of Steel himself, he then passed through the nine-level magic array left by a certain psychic consultant, each of which reconstructed the different protections and changes he covered outside him.
Finally, when he stood in front of the people waiting for him in the courtyard outside the building, he had already restored his extraordinary tall figure.
taller than the Astartes, longer and more agile than most brothers. The surface of the armor is covered with simple silver, ivory white and purple, and is decorated with casually simple geometry and flower patterns. His face is the pinnacle of real genetic regulation. If he wants, he just needs to use the natural beauty in his every frown and smile to make mortals commit murder without hesitation.
However, the owner of this face had no interest in this regard, so he was just watching his best friend and some of his brothers nodding in a very official manner, and at the same time, he made a very mortal, making his beauty suddenly fall from the divine nature that charmed sentient beings to the amiable worldly grimace expression, which made the existence waiting for him tilt his head, and the light in his mechanical eyes was brightly extinguished.
"How is it?" Magna asked first. His golden armor now folded up from the back of his head to his spine like a closed bird feather, and opened it, revealing the dense black and silver interfaces on the torso composed of electronic muscle bundles and pipes. "You look in a good mood. My judgment is that the probability of excellent experimental data results is more than 75%. "
Now most of the originally vacant interfaces under his golden armor have cables inserted into the other end of the cable, and the other end of the cable is connected to a large number of equipment on the side of the house. He is using this method to help stabilize the "field" outside the laboratory that is responsible for wrapping the unstable space.
"It's really good, or rather. The experiment is effective, and it has confirmed that 'I' has begun to have an impact on the existence of association. - In other words, as 'I's time to move in the real universe increases and my participation in the plans of 'I's children, Medusa and Pertulabo, 'I's influence on destiny, time and space has indeed begun to grow."
Fogrim Pallas gracefully and casually threw his body into the cushion of the working chair in front of the meditator's operation table, and his long fingers quickly hit the input device. "It seems that although the current approach of 'I' can further intensify the impact of the Supreme Sky on her, in turn, causing more resistance to Lucius' fate, we will not lose Lucius so far. He should be able to survive."
"That means that the teacher has planned the action for so long, it still works. Your influence increases from the increase in the range of activities and the increase in stability after you arrive at the roaming port."
Magna's eyes also flashed with light of cooperating with calculations, "And as your influence increases, your degree of stability of fate itself will also increase in feedback. I think Ferrus and Ishtar will be happy to hear this news."
"Maybe." Pallas mumbled, grabbing the strands of hair hanging down beside his cheeks back to the back of his head with his fingers, and retie them with a rubber washer, and the hair was jagged from his perfect silver hair - a sharp hint of his long, perfect silver hair.
"Flevius is not here these days?"
"Well, Wandering Port has been having trouble recently. And it's a very powerful mouse. When the veterans of the restaurant fell into the mouse trap, they underestimated the enemy and let them run away. Now I heard that they are planning how to get back the venue," the young Phoenix began to concentrate on inputting experimental data and observing the internal subspace behavior. "Because the mice were not caught, for the security level here, Flevius was taking other people to guard the surroundings in shifts to prevent any trouble."
This multi-dimensional space-time and destiny laboratory was indeed recently established in Wanyou Port because of a great black and white plush... Oh, the Lord of Steel.
One of its purpose is to test whether the magical neon light and colorful torch can still meet the standards of the Destiny Steel after running for so long, or at least provide these people with relatively reliable protection when this legendary flagship is absent.
If the torch in the roaming port is proven to be safely self-disciplined and withstand the test, providing stable protection for the time and space that is to be changed or has changed, then the Tianming Iron and Steel can consider running farther or leaving longer. Otherwise, many experiments and other affairs can only be carried out and preserved on the flagship of the Lord of Steel, and many inconvenient and safety-prone transportation links will occur in the middle, and there will be a lack of a place where people who are inconvenient to be placed on the Iron and Destiny Iron and Steel.
The first suitable experimental product after the completion of the laboratory was immediately finalized when Pertulabo and Ramizane recognized who the Dark Eldar woman was brought.
Obviously, behind the debate on "Can you raise black bean sprouts on the ship" is a very smart border collie's experimental plan.
Moreover, at the beginning of the plan, he considered the follow-up processing of front-line personnel and experimental products.
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Eldrad Uslan is invited to sit in the office of the commander of the Battle of the Iron Destiny.
At first, this powerful and indeed very ancient Ark Spirit Prophet still had some airs, but when Pertulabo BC began to use the Ada language of the capital accent of the ancient Spirit Empire, which had no so-called monkey accent, and skillfully suggested at least ten sets of extended use of the lost history of the Spirit Empire in the plays of the Clown Theatre and the information behind them, his airs were somewhat unstoppable.
"I never knew it," he said politely and with some real surprise. "There are also scholars like you among your brothers. Perhaps the records of your data are too one-sided and outdated, and we should re-record it."
"Don't." Peturabo BC said coldly, "I would rather you think I am a tyrant and madman who can only die and kill some of his descendants and people from time to time to enjoy. In this way, when I use any other fine tactics, all enemies will be caught off guard."
He said so seriously that the Great Prophet could not even judge whether he was joking for a moment.
"I'm sorry," he said at last.
"Don't regret it," said the Lord of Steel Black and White Plush who had sent his body next door to receive foot massage. "Since you are uninvited, I must have learned from your prophecy. I have someone here who should belong to you now, and it's time for you to take her back. Remember."
He said, "She won't remember things she shouldn't have remembered. You'd better be the same." ----------
"Are you awake?" Lilith Hesperax opened his eyes, took a sudden breath, and then sat up from her familiar Eldar noble bed.
Where is this? Oh, yes, she fled Comoros from the attack planned by Victor, and the madman gathered several conspiracy groups just to catch one of her and to make her transform...
She escaped by chance...then...
A dizziness surged from the back of her head, and she felt an irresistible dizziness and couldn't help but close her eyes again.
"What's wrong with you? Lelith, Sister Witch Spirit, are you okay?" The surrounding environment is familiar and at ease. Judging from this smell and sense of space, this must be on the ark of the Spirit Clan. She looked closely and found that the mistress of the Death Army that she had helped in the net before. She was said to have won the last god of the Spirit Clan and the God of the Dead who had not yet woken up. Of course, she was also her defeated player in the Comoros Arena, Ifrene.
One of the simple reasons why she chose to help Ifrene is that Lilith really killed her with her own hands when she defeated Ifrene.
The Queen of Blades is very sure of this. She will not make any mistakes such as killing a zero-point one-inch, so the other party is not dead or the other party has a eccentricity. Her experience and talent in terms of whether the vital points of prey have been completely penetrated and whether the opponent is dead or deliberately putting blood for a while is unparalleled in the world.
And Ifrenie is now obviously resurrected, all horny, full of her silence, and she looks sober and restored to her best condition, without additional medicine, no surgery, and no power of any thirst god or blood actor.
It is hard to say which of the two paths of resurrection is more annoying to Lilith, but surely, if there is such a third path that can help her get rid of some bad habits of Comoros, she will definitely try it.
Gain in Comoros she is an alien - she does not use combat stimulants, nor does she like to strengthen herself with similar things. Her battle victory comes purely from the perfect nerves and flesh that God gave her by chance, but as the product of the blood actor cloning pot, the things that the person who made her themselves carry made her unable to avoid her strong emotions and soul desire even if she is so perfect.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
……eager.
She subconsciously licked her lips.
Ifrene leaned over half of her body.
"I am very grateful to the witch spirits you led for their help to us in the Internet."
"Oh, that's just because I want to chase what I want." Lilith raised her head proudly, "and I think you might have what I want here. If you don't have one, I will leave at any time. I can leave Victor and you."
"Of course," Efrenie replied with equal reserve, unfolding her blade fan to cover the lower half of her face, "Then, welcome to join, Lilith. I can't provide soul stones, but I can help you relieve your thirst first-do you need it?"
Lilith subconsciously wanted to say she needed it, but a strange strange feeling appeared on her tongue, and she suddenly felt that she was not that empty.
“…Maybe I won’t use it for the time being.”
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"I have a question in the end."
Magna Dorn stopped to leave the courtyard where the experiment ended, and his metal dead face as quiet as a rock statue turned to the questioner.
"Actually... if we want to complete this test experiment according to the planning of Peturabo, there is also a candidate who is closer and more safe and controllable in terms of Astat's candidate. That Iron Knight's champion, Kaduro, right?"
Fogrim Pallas's face is still as delicate as it was when he was born, like the most exquisite white porcelain, but for some reason, what Magna thought of when he looked at him was the harsh cliffs that were thousands of kilometers high on Medusa.
"...This is also a test of Lucius' reliability and stability. It kills two birds with one stone."
"Is that true?"
The young phoenix continued to speak on his own.
"For this alien female sample, there is no closer relationship with the murderer who lasts six hours than the murderer. As the object of the experiment, Kaduro is enough to cause fluctuations in the fate of the alien champion. If the worst result is that he is killed by her, it will only return to the original curve and will not cause additional risks. But you still choose Lucius as the experimental subject. It seems that there is no problem, but once the risk is triggered, the consequences are far from meeting the expectations of profit."
"Palas, you speak a little sharp and straightforward."
"I don't need to wear a mask to see who's eyes to make a living. My adopted brothers are not here, and no one can control what I say now. So, you chose him because you think my son Lucius should be used for experiments more than your loyal and upright Caduro?"
This time, Magna Dorn was silent for a longer time, and there was an uncertain red light flashing behind his mechanical eyes, just the moment he was about to speak.
"Okay," said Fogrim Pallas. "I already understand what you mean."
He walked over and patted the other person on the shoulder as he passed by Magna.
Just as Fogrim walked over, a sighing answer came from behind him.
"Yes."
Phoenix suddenly turned around and felt the bitterness and sourness of regret that the same existence tried to recover after a long time.
(This chapter ends)