Chapter 614 It is still very important to have a dog at the beginning-
"He has a curiosity and ability to know the principles of anything, and his knowledge and skills are so extraordinary and comprehensive - so evading problems is the same as in reality."
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Bang!
What is the movement?
Bang!
It's like steel hitting a stone.
Bang!
This sound is very noisy.
Bang!
Now it sounds like a bell sound.
The bell ringed.
Ramizane realized why he felt that this sounded familiar.
——Isn’t this the sound of the mini golden bell that Petulabo has been fiddling with before?
By the way.
Peturabo!
laboratory!
Old Man Huang turned into a dove!
White Wishing Chicken!
what happens? !
broken! So did the wishing chicken hear something in his heart without authorization? !
I don’t know what wish I made, so how could I arrange for people to achieve their wishes without authorization? !
A two-word classic swear word called Serris is transmitted from a vocal cord that gradually becomes unfamiliar through his lips and tongue.
It is really necessary to follow Pepe to stew this pigeon into soup and give each lying wounded patient a bowl. Maybe he will be able to resurrect in full blood immediately and transform into an Iron Warrior Imperial Guard...
No, what is the situation now?
He tried hard to concentrate, "condensed" from the "chaotic" and then "extended" his "perception" to feel it.
Well... I can feel that I still have head and limbs. But all limbs have a sense of disobedience.
My head was dizzy, the dizziness that spread from the back of my neck to the depths of my brain, my eyelids were so heavy that I couldn't open my mouth, my nose...uh... should be breathing, right? Otherwise, he wouldn't know why he was not suffocating, and his lungs and heart seemed to have corresponding correspondingly, but it was strange that he couldn't say.
The strange sense of acceleration and the five-eyed, colorful color blocks and ribbons that gradually flashed in front of him made him feel so nauseous that he wanted to vomit.
It felt like he was a cloth doll thrown into a drum washing machine, with many other dolls and small things that were not clearly visible but mixed. He was being "rolled" with them, or like a pipe after passing through a bloody mouth.
When can it stop? !
After this dizziness and rolling that was about to vomit lasted for unknown periods, several enlightenment suddenly split his mind like a thunderbolt that split the primitive atmosphere.
【Your choice will determine Yi's fate. 】
【There is only one chance. 】
[The same is true for change, a light flash of butterfly wings. 】
What's the meaning? Ramizane couldn't speak, so he asked loudly in his mind, what does it mean?
【river. Just like throwing a stone into a river, the first stone will not cause any changes to the river, but if there are more and more such stones, the general trend of the water flow will quietly change under the calm river surface. 】
Although I don’t know very well, I seem to know what to do... So who are you? Ramizane asked in his heart, Who are you?
[I am a prophet. 】
[I am the last one among the prophets. 】
Why are you here? It’s Old Man Huang… Did the Human Emperor come to you?
[What you are talking about does not know my existence. 】
[As for...you really forgot why I appeared at this time? It seems that you have done your best to say what you say and really did it. 】
What the hell? Do you know me? We know each other?
[It cannot be said to know. But it is indeed not the first time we have met. 】
Then what will happen to me next?
[You will know when the rotation stops. 】
[Remember, there is only one opportunity, and you will shape the fate of steel. 】
Wait, don't leave! What does it mean! If we really know you, at least give me a reminder! ! Hello! Hello!
The consciousness began to move away, just like a person watching the sunset gradually sinking into the sea level behind the sea, but before the last ray of rays disappeared, a ray of news came with the breeze.
【Olympia. 】
…Olympia? river? Steel? destiny? Wait... the ringing bell... [Gutera swears], I was pulled out to work overtime again, I will appear in Olympia this time!
After realizing this, Ramizane's consciousness began to have an increasingly obvious perception of his destination.
It was indeed Olympia, which means that time was pulled away again.
He realized that he could only start wishing he was thrown out at a relatively good point in time.
The rotation started to slow down, and he could feel himself starting to fall because he had lost some kind of power to hold.
——I hope that whether it is the wishing chicken of Old Man Huang or the mysterious prophet who threw him over, I will be a little bit of a human being, and don’t throw him out of a bad time—for example, don’t be thrown to something Olympia has already started to burn, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he found that he was pinching Carly Fanny, who had just died, in his hand.
Never do not, never do it, never do it.
He shouted in his heart, and then the intuition of the spin, dizziness and involuntary perception just now began to stop.
Although most of the accident is responsible for the pigeon turned into by the unreliable king, it seems that at least part of the pigeon emperor has become an individual and has not made his wish strange.
First, he smelled the air with an unpleasant smell of engine oil and burning candles or braziers - but not the burning pile of pyres, nor the smoke of bomb guns and siege cannons and the blood of the dead.
Thankfully, it seems that no matter what, he did not fall at the time when he was most afraid of encountering - the time when he suffered a major loss in the war with Hrude, the subsequent rebellion backstab caused by the death of Demecos, the outbreak of Olympia's dissatisfaction, and finally chose to violently suppress his mother star, and strangled his sister who recognized the rebellious mother star, and was about to start fighting for Horus's nest to work once more to get out of nothing.
But at which point is he now, and who can tell him what the situation is now?
Ramizane tried to focus her eyes.
He narrowed his eyes and looked around secretly, his vision still dark and blurred, but it was obviously becoming clearer in seconds, like a scope recalibrating its lens.
Even if he had a time travel experience, it was much worse if he had a dog at the beginning, especially a smart puppy like Peturabo. He suddenly realized this, and he was not so panicked before because Peturabo was there.
Will Peturabo be here this time? Hearing still recovers after smell.
He heard the tiny sound of his slender claws clutching the perch and the gentle friction between the flying feathers at the top of his wings and the feathers on his tail.
Um? Did he just move in a moment and return to the pharmacist laboratory of Tianming Steel?
There is also the smell of preservatives and biochemical liquids. Don’t you really come back?
His eyes widened in ecstasy.
“…”
Then he had a direct encounter with three yellow round eyes of different sizes and heights floating on his head, suspended in a transparent armored glass tank and surrounded by spider-shaped mechanical feet.
“…”
A series of ancient Terra curses emerged uncontrollably from Ramizane's mouth at this moment, echoing in the command deck on the steel-cast bridge, sliding across the thin blade-shaped observation holes to cast the steel sky with the Roman numerals and legion emblems casting.
Iron Blood? !
"Princess?"
His huge armored body was shaking. Someone took a step forward a few steps down the steps, as if he wanted to hold him who was stumbled, but hesitantly stopped at a distance.
It seemed as if the rush to touch Ramizane's huge steel body at this time might bring some unbearable serious consequences to those who helped him.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
Ramizane suddenly realized that his gaze was far higher than them, but was flush with the mechanical monster that scared him just now, so he had a big eye-catching stare - cardiac arrest.
And he is wearing a LOGOS.
But this set of Primarch Seiko Power Armor, modified from the Iron Cavalier Terminator, is far less comfortable and comfortable wearing it when he first came - this set of LOGOS is too heavy, rough and primitive in comparison, and its mechanical spirit is also confused, unable to understand what he means well, nor can it help his body move well.
In comparison, if the clever LOGOS he wore on the Destiny Steel was like a collection of steel skin and instant sports exoskeletons, then this set is just a driving set of power armor and an ordinary mechanical sensing consciousness.
So, without surprise.
He stepped on the shortage in front of two great sages of the Mechanical Cult, three tridents and everyone else because he couldn't restore his balance.
"Pong!!!"
Another series of Gutera's swearing fluttered out smoothly.
Isn’t this body still the very fragile mortal? Don't play like this? !
He sat in place, rubbing his legs and holding his waist, feeling several joints hurt so much that he could hardly stand up.
But these fools - two monsters with almost no flesh and blood from the black Odense casting World Master's gown in front of him - Damn, these motor oil guys really like to peel off their flesh as usual! Only one mind left! ——The three standing next to him——At this time, LOGOS finally sent the data to him through the cable inserted into the scalp in time——It was me... it was Peturabo’s trident! Why are you so stupid to watch your dad fall and no one comes to help him? ! Think about how active Keriman’s stretcher team is! ah! This is really a comparison between people, it’s so annoying!
"Why are you still standing there?!" Out of a very simple and strangely relieved feeling that this was the Iron Blood, he blurted out, "You won't help me up yet! Let it on the chair!"
His tridents looked at each other, and the first company commander and the chief blacksmith Frix first responded to the call of the Iron Lord boldly and bravely.
He walked up and tried carefully to be his father's crutch so that Pertulabo's huge and heavy armored body could stand up again.
Apparently Fricks' efforts failed because his Gene Father grinned with a very rich expression and asked all three of them to come and help him up and slowly move him to the command throne of the bridge.
"Yes, yes, don't let go. Wait, I'll sit firmly. Ouch [swearing], OK, okay, hiss--Slow down! I'm stupid!"
Fricks' expression became more cautious and even a little timid, but his hands and steps were still very steady in supporting his primordial body. The expressions on the other two faces were obviously much disliked by Ramizane.
Hacker and Gergo.
He thought about the two names given to him by LOGOS, and when he shouted loudly, he tried to confront them in his heart with the faces of these two unfilial sons.
At the same time, he glanced at the two mechanical representatives, whose names were also marked on the edge of the "head". Standing at the first and looking like he was communicating quickly with the hexapod mechanical sage next to him in the mechanical dialect of their world was the "unrestrained" Kiros - the one who just scared him - the form of the only brain floating in the glass jar is really nothing to restrain, and it has a sense of mechanical humor.
He heard that the gang of Om Messiah believers stationed in the Fourth Legion named assisting him in the war mission were muttering about this accident that no one could have expected and believed that indeed the flesh and blood still limited the thinking and athletic ability of the great Om Messiah in front of him. The Iron Lord should act according to the guidance of Mechanics and Om Messiah, rather than--
"Enough, I'll say, two, are you so direct when you point fingers at others behind your back? Have you ever thought that others can understand?"
Apparently, the fact that a human who seemed to have a high flesh-and-blood composition—even if he was a gene protozoa—can understand their high-speed binary mechanical dialect and speak to them in their Odensay mechanical dialect can still surprise the two mechanical sages.
"Sorry, sir," said Kiros, tilting his life armored glass jar forward 30°, probably an apology bow. "We are indeed rude, so the differences about the combat plan just now..."
"I'll discuss this later!"
"But..."
Among the team behind them was a relatively short mechanical priest in a hooded robe who seemed to be ready to move.
But Ramizane - or the intuitive alarm about this scene in Peturabo's mind is getting louder and louder - which war is this? What is the critical moment in the war? He didn't have time to call more information from the LOGOS to read, because his head was not as good as the original, and he was very likely to bring the body and mortals with him.
What's more important is that Peturabo, who has no one, tells him how to explain the behavior of his ass just falling and asking his offspring to help him up.
So he chose.
"No, but! I feel very painful now. I fell. All discussions must be put on hold before the pharmacist's treatment is over. Go back and wait for my re-summoning."
The Mechanical Delegation was silent for a moment, and they were communicating with some kind of band or electromagnetic frequency, so that even Peturabo could not understand it.
Finally, they bowed to the Primrose together, and then exited the room on the command deck with the charts, sand tables and other instruments he brought.
"Now..."
Ramizane's eyes turned to the three current tridents who began to become nervous again.
"When you called the pharmacist, you began to report to me the current situation of the battle - time, location, list of people led, etc.."
He said decisively, and turned off the head cable that had just been connected to the external sensor and felt that it was about to explode.
(This chapter ends)