Chapter 619 Helium flashes like a butterfly wing, but the emperor doesn't say anything, just gurgling
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The shock wave of time slowly spreads along the River of Time.
A stone broke the surface of the river that reflected the mirror and the moon.
The ripples of helium flashed lightly in the universe ten thousand years later.
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"Huh?"
Hong Suo, who was in the pharmacist's laboratory of Tianming Steel, carefully stained the samples on the slides, made a puzzled voice.
Did he get dazzled just now?
The vision in front of his medical eyepiece seemed to suddenly appear as if it was astigmatism.
But this is impossible.
He blinked again, his vision was normal.
However, out of professional caution, Hong Suo still asked the pharmacist to start the self-test immediately.
As he expected, everything was normal, both in the Dynamic A and his own health, except for one value.
"Hmm...?" Hong Suo frowned and tested it alone again.
"...My genetic mutation level... has it been reduced? This is impossible."
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Just when the pharmacist took samples of himself in his laboratory and carefully cut the sauerkia to test and analyze it again.
A suite was reinforcing and expanded in the laboratory, and at the same time, the General Manager Wang Ting had directed people to carry the desk and other furniture into the room.
"We must get him back!"
The dog gritted his teeth and slapped the table. In front of him were now sitting some of the crew members who were taken for granted and some people who shouldn't have appeared here at all. The Iron Ring Crew had been urgently released to every corner, carrying the orders of the Iron Lord to go to every corner to see if there were any crew members or equipment that shouldn't have appeared in the current situation.
And now the monitors on the ship are filled with spectacular scenery:
Six Belisari Kaul was staring at the armory with three Galipo Desima - mainly because the proportion of these six Kauls was from more to less. It was simply a transitional textbook between biological sages and sages within the mechanical teachings, showing that they might come from six different times or simply a certain time, and they divided themselves a little too much and lived so long;
Captain Wat on the bridge reported that the bridge is now flashing with the old distribution styles of the past, and he can vaguely see the machines and operators of the past walking around the bridge like ghosts, and he also saw the captain on the throne of the mechanical throne;
In the parliament hall of the Twelve Temples of the Destiny Iron War Chess Refining Club, there are now many war blacksmiths and company commanders wearing thick hemp robes decorated with chain mail patches. These ancient warriors looked at the strange Astats in unprecedentedly beautiful and advanced power armor or white fine linen robes that appeared beside them, just doing their own things, talking or chess pieces made of wooden blocks simulated and fought each other, and people 10,000 years later also observed them curiously;
Because different space folding schemes were used in many places during construction, the space-time phantoms that appear in Tianming Steel are currently different - fortunately, this seems to be one-way at present, and only people today can see the phantoms of the past flash by, and there is no situation where they can stay, speak or physical contact.
But it is hard to say whether this state will continue to deteriorate.
"You can't let him play with the timeline on that side anymore! Look! This is what happens! And he theoretically only left for only 9 minutes!"
Peturabo BC spitted out his canine teeth and threatenedly put his long furry mouth on the human emperor—
A dove in the cage around the neck.
Generally speaking, normal humans can't do this, but the length of the Border Collie's mouth covers this distance well.
This fearless pigeon still showed a little uneasy about the approach of the Border Collie, a professional airport bird deportation dog.
It changed its claws on the perch and made a gulp sound.
"Don't pretend to be stupid! Old guy! Get him back - Ramizane Carlosini! I thought with my toes, I knew it was you who did it! You ring the Istar Bell that hasn't been ringed for a long time!"
"Gugu—?Gugu—?"
Pertulabo BC cursed, looking dangerously at the huge laboratory crucible on the side—there are now plenty of clear water, some kind of shriveled red small pellets of berries, slices of ginger, spices and other suitable witchcraft herbs that can be found in the ecological dome and warehouse.
"Did you see it? Old thing! If you continue to pretend to be stupid! That's the destination you are going to next! I'll stew you and give it to each wounded here to drink a bowl!"
"Gugu—!!Gugu—!"
So the next second.
The heat and aroma of pigeon soup spread throughout the room.
“…”
Peturabo BC found himself surrounded by piles of purple clay pots emitting heat and fragrance steam.
Master Rilano was pleased to use his fearless hands to bring bowls of steaming and rich pigeon soup carefully stewed according to the ancient method.
"That's great, Your Highness, this nutritious delicacy given by Your Majesty will definitely make our soldiers heal faster!"
"... Old guy, you are starting to know that you want to use a purple clay pot to fill pigeon soup, why don't you bring 'him' back?! You mean it, right?! What conspiracy do you have?!"
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Of course, people on the Iron Blood that were happening on the Tianming Steel would not know about these things that were happening on the Iron Blood that were ten thousand years ago.
After observations of other planets in the Gugan and Gorkys galaxies determined that all the Hruds on this planet had migrated, all the surviving ships of the 125th Expeditionary Fleet began to re-form, rest, count losses, and emergency repairs on site under the orders of Iron Blood.
"Alas, we still lost 12,000 soldiers..."
When the Gene Primarch's sigh floated under the open dome of Mason's Hall, a beautiful steel buttress and rib arch, each trident, war blacksmith or company commander present lowered their heads in shame and clenched their fists.
The slight sadness they had never heard of before and something very fragile that was tying their souls like a vicious snake gnawing at their hearts.
Many people have turned their bad eyes to the commander of the sublime Iron and Steel, Company Commander Urdek, whose face is red.
The company commander immediately requested an audience after the crisis was lifted. Now he was kneeling in front of the Primarch's throne with his head down, claiming that he was willing to accept any punishment or any suicide squad mission, otherwise he would not know what to do - if there was a way to fill the loss of the Primarch with his lifespan, he would be very happy to bear any pain of extracting his life.
"But, Urdek."
The company commander bowed his head again, ready to accept any cruel fate of his own.
"...Is there a possibility, company commander, I saved you and your crew, not to save you and then chop you up and hung you on the bridge." LOGOS's gun-steel combat boots moved to Urdek's eyes, and a big hand covered in iron armor raised his chin and sighed.
"Listen, you have no responsibility for this matter and have done nothing wrong."
He raised his tone so that all the genes or mechanically enhanced ears in the hall can be heard, "Every Primarch is the father of his legion, so Urdek was only protected by his father once, and he should not bear any criticism or attack for this, I want you all to know about this. Steel Warriors."
The calm and indifferent mask of perseverance on the face of the company commander kneeling there was shattered like this.
He looked as if Dantiok had been a few days ago, and he looked stunned and disbelief.
The company commander stammered with scarred lips, as if he wanted to organize some sentences, either thank you, or tell him his own touch, but in the end he couldn't say anything, only a few dry words, "Sir... I... As an Iron Warrior... your son, I am very honored."
"That's enough."
Ramizane told him this.
Fricks looked around and was surprised for the first time to find that the bow hall he was familiar with was so solemn and wide.
This great defeat, which was a loss of soldiers and almost no results, seems to have caused the expected blow to the morale of the Iron Warriors, on the contrary.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
The Chief Trident saw many of the toughest and already gradually becoming cold and numb in the siege over the past few months, and these faces now regained a human look, with light flashing in their eyes.
That must be no tears. The steel warriors are both steel inside and outside and will not shed tears.
"Mr. Peturabo."
A sudden mechanical sound interrupted the speechless atmosphere in the Masonic stonemason's hall at this moment.
Many of the dangerous eyes of the Iron Warriors immediately gathered on the speakers who dared to break the moment.
The speaker at the door was dressed in a black Odense casting World Mechanical Sect robe, with a head completely covered by a hood, and from any angle, he could only see a piece of blackness.
But he was not the two leaders of the Mechanical Cult delegation on the Iron Blood. His figure was different from them. The hem of the robe covered the densely packed mechanical creeping mechanism of his lower body. His hands, which exposed his cuffs, remained in human form.
The sage of the mechanical sage, who was walking quickly towards the Lord of Steel, stretched out his hands to show that he had no threat or weapons.
"Who are you?"
Ramizane narrowed her eyes and raised her hand to stop Fricks from stepping forward and scolding him for breaking into the hall dedicated to the Legion warriors and their fathers without notice.
"TzurinFour, Magos-Temporis, sir."
The sage introduced himself, and Ramizane began to gradually remember who he was.
"What do you need to come alone and meet me in a rude way?"
He asked straight to the point, and had decided how to deal with the guy he had sneaked out. He made a gesture to Frix and Danteoke, blinking and going down silently to arrange it.
"Please forgive me, sir," the sage's attitude showed that he knew very well about Pertulabo's views on the Mechanical Cult members on the ship. The advanced sages did not learn how to please more advanced authorities, but they did not need to adapt to the domination of authority most of the time. "I regret the losses you suffered in this battle, but considering that time and all the things it derives from it are my professional fields, I personally think that it may help the tactics you will use for them next."
"Oh? Then, Chulin Four Sages, what can you bring to me?"
"A solution to the Hrud, Lord. Ohm Messiah blessed this machine, I have prepared it with the right incense, prayer and holy oil, which will reveal to us."
"Hmm...so you really believe he is the Ohm Messiah, right?"
The Lord of Steel was abnormal today and did not use those rebellious remarks again to refute the praises of the mechanical sages for the Om Messiah, nor did he ridicule the Martian sect's rituals for his father Om Messiah and the soul who was blessed by him. On the contrary, the Four Sages of Chulin noticed with slight uneasiness when preparing, and the Fourth Primrose watched his sacrament carefully with relish.
The Unrestrained and their conversation came to his heart again: Perhaps although this mind has a genius that they envied, he has always stubbornly refused to join the Mechanical Sect and join them in the Primarch of the Ommessiah with them?
But the desire for his own research goals and living samples once again overwhelmed Chu Lin Si's uneasiness.
He prepared the instrument, opened the holographic image, and began to explain his ideas and purposes to the Lord of Steel.
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"...So you said so much, and it finally boils down to the sentence 'I can help you make a static field bomb to fix the Hruds for a while, but the condition is that I will also catch the living Hruds sample.'."
"..." Chulin Four Sages seemed to have a short circuit, "No, sir, how dare I ask someone like you? I just...I designed an instrument that can monitor the accumulation effect of this type of temporal force field. On page 5... And the static force field can work, I swear to Ohm Messiah."
"Don't say that you are so in a mess, just tell me if you want to take advantage of the chaos to catch a few living Hruds, but your own strength cannot be done, so you can only go together when the legion attacks, so you ask me to show me this drawing? In other words, you hope that the Iron Warriors and I will sacrifice their lives to protect you to catch a few living samples. As for the static force field that works, I don't doubt it will work normally, but."
Ice blue eyes stared tightly under Chulin Si's hood, and it was pitch black below, and even with the eyes of the Primarch, he could not see anything.
"But first of all, it is designed to be brought to the center of the battlefield by my soldiers and started during the battle, which means that there will be great sacrifices in the process, but I can't see any meaning. We have to run deep into a rat nest without a blown nest and throw super large firecrackers into it - it would be strange if the rat tide is not striking; secondly, you have said so much, but since the Hruds are unstudied time creatures as you said, you can't correctly evaluate the consequences of throwing a bomb that stops time among them, that is, you hide the risk in order to facilitate this; finally, even if the sample is not caught, the effect of this equivalent time bomb on the race of time can still become your experimental data. Sage, I don't like to turn my warriors into other people's experimental data or transportation units, especially when you coax them too poorly."
"…Sir, my personal goal is not about severity, but I think that completing this capture will be of great help to His Majesty the Emperor, your father's goal. For example, through the study of living samples, we may be able to create a time positioning device that can be more stable in subspace, or..."
"Is that?" said the Lord of Steel. "Your Om Messiah finally lifted out? That's great, you know, I don't care about this. Because I have decided not to attack any of the remaining Hrud worlds here."
As the shaking horns of Chulin Four Sages' robe and panicked look around, Ramizane smiled and looked up at the gate.
"Well, do you want to notify the Unruly? It doesn't matter, look, Fricks has brought someone to invite them."
Chulin Si turned around in a hurry, and Kiros and others, who were roughly melted away from the walking machine, were left with only the glass tank of survival.
"You, you can't..."
"I can."
"This is the edge of the universe, these are my warriors, my flagships. Sage, I will decide whether to attack or retreat." Ramizane pointed the armrest of his throne.
"Come on! Children! Remove all these motor oil guys until they are left with their brains, and then weld them all on the steel floor here as decorative statues!"
Company Commander Urdek suddenly stood up, lifted his hot melt pistol and rushed over, his face full of relief, "It's this tyrant who spoke too well, father."
(This chapter ends)