Chapter 642 It's all dust, but Riemanlus-
"If you refuse, I can bury you all rightfully into the mantle and send it into the core of the planet."
Everyone in the Gaotai Court was shocked by such words that almost nakedly expressed their willingness to rebel.
Someone roared like a beast at such words and deeds that despise the king.
So fast.
With unparalleled rage.
Before the sound reached the eardrums of the farthest end of the theater, the figure had already rushed out of a shadow in the theater, pounced on the Fourth Primrose, which seemed to have no time to react.
There are very few people in the amphitheater who can see clearly what the huge thundercloud-like afterimage is actually. Even the monitors and camera lenses of the Mechanical Sect can only capture a gray object.
When Danteoke intuitively pulled the trigger in the direction of danger, his fingers were actually almost stiff due to some instinctive fear buried deep in the human mind.
But he was a war blacksmith who was strengthened by the genes of the Lord of Steel.
He is the Iron Warrior who was protected by the father of genes to gain a new life.
He is fearless.
Barabas Dantioc raised his gun and pointed it at the Gene Primarch of the Sixth Legion, the wolf king of the space wolf, Rieman Ruth, and pulled the trigger in front of the emperor and the entire empire's high-level.
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"Hey! I have to say that he is a character. I was wondering just now why Ramizane chose him to take him with him. After all, he is no longer in the peak state in any aspect - Ah, his mind is still very good, clear, sharp, fair, and brave, but this kind of wise talent is not suitable for this kind of occasion where there is a bigger fist. In addition to absolute power, such as Soltaen, who is smart, social skills, reaction speed, etc., is very suitable for this kind of person to be here."
"Then do you understand now?" Magna showed the question on his electronic screen, and Peturabo BC snorted coldly.
"Actually, I still don't understand it very much, but at least his courage to protect his primordial body is commendable. ... Well, to be honest, I am very envious. Really, at least when the original body was hit by our good nephew in another theater, my so-called descendants around me dared to ask your iron ring to make way or try to impact them and check the status of the original body - they didn't even dare to rush up to check the life or death of their legion gene primordial body."
Fogrim Pallas smiled heartily, and at the same time picked up the Dove Dad who dared not speak up again. "To be honest, it's really not any Astarte who has the courage to raise a gun and still shoot when facing the full-speed charge."
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The violent and abrupt charge of the Space Wolf Gene Primros obviously shocked everyone.
Because the rushing boots hit the basalt ground echoed in the shadow behind his rushing figure.
Those who can resist the disgust and stare here will see more tall light golden or brass figures appearing behind them. These beautiful women are wearing thick face-covering armor. The hair on the top is shaved, except for the top of them, and they are holding a very long sharp silver sword in their hands.
Even though things had been so out of control, these women wearing heavy scarlet cloaks, belts and armor decorated with red wax marks on their scrolls and prayers still did not say a word, but just tried their best to quickly keep up with the Wolf King's charge-
——or it looks more like despairingly trying to stop Rieman Ruth’s sudden burst.
The emperor seemed to have hastily issued some invisible instructions to Valdo. The formation of the encirclement of the imperial guards changed instantly, and all the three primordial bodies and think tank directors in the center of the amphitheater were included.
The white-haired Makado holds the scepter in his hand and stands at the side of the human emperor in a concentrated manner.
Aliman screamed at the giant wolf that suddenly came, almost summoning his guardian elf to come.
But before chanting the last syllable of the spell, the first company commander of Qianzi finally remembered where he was now, and was staring at the eyes of many pairs of hunting wizards. It must not be left at this time to implicate the original body. It was like lighting a match in a pile of gunpowder. Therefore, he bit the tail of the syllable on his lips, and a light bloodshot fell from the corner of his mouth. At the same time, a dizziness that made the psychic disgusting sensation was like someone burning a piece of burning coal in his stomach that made him unable to help twist his face.
Aliman raised his head and looked at the women following behind the Wolf King with shock but even more angrily eyes.
"Those...those..."
The fact that a special troops targeting the psychics had been ambushed in this theater once again defeated Aliman's mood that had finally improved. He couldn't help but turn to see what his father of genes would have ambushed Rieman Ruth for a long time and everyone was hiding them. The fact that the fact that everyone hid was going to explode-
The rune pendant with leather links and various ropes waving over the black fur. Below them is the fur of a Fenris wolf, which is wrapped in a heavy power armor with a storm cloud-like color - this body is so huge that, along with his armor, almost six to seven times the size of an ordinary human being - it is simply a monster in wolf's skin - although Ramizane can see the canine teeth of the face that pounced on and every braid on the blonde hair that seemed to be dyed red by blood or sunset, but-
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"Old guy!!! What are you waiting for!!! He has the eyesight now but has no physical strength at all! Aren't you anchoring him?! Hurry!" When Pertulabo BC saw the thunder cloud, he immediately knew which of his damn brothers he was. He crossed the table and rushed over to grab the white pigeon, letting the pigeon make a scream of ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
The white pigeon's eyes were pinched, but it was magically not bursting. It was like something two-dimensionally transformed, shouting with its deformed head when it was deformed, "What do you want me to do?! Now Nikea's process is in his hands! This is the power of correction! I can't completely stop it!"
"What's the point of asking you!!! Send me here! Send anyone here!"
"There is always a price that will become random to balance... Uh." The white dove landed on the table, still in shock, staring at the young phoenix and the mechanical Dorn with blue lights in his eyes.
"... Then why are you not random again this time?!"
Fogrim Pallas shouted, pointing to the modified Fearless Mech that lost the driver and also lost the hallucination camo and became empty.
Magna Dorn found that he had no time to cover up the empty driver's seat covered in two-color dog hair.
"What's going on?! What's going on with this cockpit?! What exactly is the 'Petulabo' that we were with us here before?!"
"Uh." Magna slowly stood up, like a god in golden armor. "Hold him first, don't let him run away."
The young phoenix, who had discovered that the world seemed even more crazy than the craziest situation in his perception, kept silent and tightly grasping the dove.
Then Magna Dorn's electronic eyes began to flash various glimmers, "No matter what, the Iron Blood now needs martial law first. Then open all the protective positions and anti-psychic arrays, notify the Armory, and immediately wake up all the now awakened iron rings and Jade Dragon-type aircraft..."
"Why? Do you know what will happen?"
"I don't know what will happen," said Magna Dorn slowly in electronic voice. "But Magnus is too close to you, PTSD, you can't be wrong to guard against Yu Weiran."
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...Oh no, although I can see it completely, I forgot that my body, which has become weak now, cannot keep up with the speed of vision...
He turned his head and saw the threatening expression of Rieman Russ who was rushing towards him with his fangs as wild as a beast... or Mr. Ramizane Carlosini, who had a too vicious smile, suddenly realized his current reaction speed and physical strength. ——If you can’t keep up, you can only...
Finished...
Silent shouts came from the other end of time and space, everywhere in the curtain, and even outside the Milky Way.
Countless existences cursed a certain "person" who was overestimating their abilities but incredible enough to fool them.
Countless wars or special operations that cannot be seen by mortals with their own eyes broke out in countless battlefields in countless time and space.
Just to strengthen an "anchor" that has begun to become illusory.
Finally, the clock's pointer was forcibly "pushed backward" a little back.
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A dull explosion exploded, like thunder on the ground, and then the semi-melted obsidian gravel flew into the air like a miniature volcano eruption and then scattered on the smooth ground - it was the sound of Soltarn's hastily reacting that the entire lava barrier that had just risen in front of the invading enemy was forcibly broken through by the Wolf King with his shoulder armor.
These black marbles with high temperature magma were hissing white smoke - Rieman Ruth's heavy gray-blue power armor seemed to carry an eternal Frost breath, which made him take advantage of the barrier at high speed. When the Wolf King pounced on his target, he was now lingering in the white mist that rose up with the frost and magma.
——It was like a mythical statue came alive and expanded several times again to hunt his prey.
Just as Riemann Ruth had already rushed to the ruthless brother who seemed to be frightened and had no movement at all, and showed a wolf-like smile that was determined to win, and was about to punch him in the face with a vicious punch-
"Bang! Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!" A series of explosive guns fired faster and faster, and the more accurate the shooting did not stop him, but the wolf king's fist wrapped in armor lost its accuracy, rubbed the shoulder armor of the "Lord of Steel" and then brought the body of the "Fourth Primarch" in a stumbled, but after he staggered back a few steps, he did not fall.
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A giant with long hair like anger, red flame-like hair caught his brother behind him who might have been shaking from being injured by a sneak attack.
"Ryman Ruth!" The fifteenth Legion's primordial, the red Magnus, may be the most powerful psychic except the emperor, roared. The black marble ground under his feet was melted by the power radiated from his violent energy body into a red boiling magma and returned to the solid rock state when it left the radiation range.
"So it's you! I knew it was you! You had long disliked me and my descendants! Bah! I thought you sent your legion to fight side by side with me to ease the relationship! You liar who lied! A stinking wild dog! Superstition?! Magic?! Eat people?! Look at your outfit and how you look! I think you are like a tribe who cannibalism and superstitious!"
With one of his tallest bodies among the brothers and his spiritual power, Magnus caught the body of the only, specially, and openly supported him at the gathering of this conspiracy against him and his descendants, and raised his hand high towards the brother who probably started the conspiracy and the trial, who had always been extremely inconsistent with him, but Magnus always thought he could use knowledge and politeness to influence him.
Azek Aliman could barely look directly at the gene primordial that was about to turn into a ball of amber burning flame in his psychic vision, but he was burned to tears and saw the deadly casting gesture made by the red Magnus's hand from the corner of his eyes.
"Wait! Father! Never..." Use such obvious psychic spells here! What's more, what a catastrophe of brothers summoned each other in front of the emperor...
Unfortunately, what Magnus, who is now extremely angry, doesn't hear the most is...
"I am the red Magnus! I can do everything!!"
He shouted loudly, the proclamation buzzing back and forth the eardrums of every person who had not escaped in the amphitheater.
A dazzling blood-red flame that was obviously deadly and could burn out any tangible or invisible substance slightly touching it into the most basic ash of particles was turned into a javelin for hunting large beasts, and was cast from the hands of the fifteenth Primarch to the body of the Sixth Primarch, which was so close to prey that it had no time to stay away from or change direction.
"Accept your last fate! You damn beast! From then on, your abominable words and deeds will be dust!"
Even the Emperor himself seemed to be surprised by the bold behavior of Magnus, who had always been respectful, at this moment, so before the golden light arrived—or both of them arrived at the same time—or the Emperor had made a step forward—
Most of the people who are lucky enough to participate in this rally today are no longer aware of it.
Before the smoke of gunpowders dissipated, the last thing people could see was the imperial guards wearing bright long red tassels and golden helmets and the sword-holding women wearing golden armor, magnificent and weird, and unreasonable disgust. They rushed forward without any scruples.
Then the entire theater was emptied extremely efficiently.
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"Have all the people present already dealt with?"
"Yes."
"What about those who cannot be executed?"
"The most urgent thorough brainwash has been arranged. Macardo or Valdo will arrange it."
"...It's indeed the usual style of 'you'. It doesn't seem like this is the first time they have done such a thing."
"This is a necessary sacrifice. How can you understand?"
"...Then do you remember or commemorate your necessary sacrifice? Is it okay to not see the light?"
"...This matter will naturally be arranged in the palace's various heroic spirit display halls."
"Is that so? But I feel like you decided to build a showroom after I just asked."
The body of the Quaternary Primarch sat in a magnificent but uninhabited living room, opposite the emperor who looked like a majestic father, a noble monarch and a last hope of mankind.
"What do you think? 'Brother'?"
The black and white plush border collie snorted coldly with her long mouthpiece.
Magnus' rare out-of-control anger was exhausted in the face of this sudden change and fact, but he still couldn't help but laugh when he was huddled in the chair beside him.
The shepherd looked back and glared at him as if he had made him more pleasant.
"You have today too, hahaha Rieman Ruth!! You've become a dog!"
"Stop, brother." "Petulabo" had a strange face, as if he was trying his best to endure his smile, and was polite to the brother who was unfortunately distorted into a dog by the impact of psychic energy.
The spiritual communication sounded between a person and a dog.
——If you want to admit that you are Peturabo now, your existence as a primrose and your brother will be ruined, Pepe.
--Shut up! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
(This chapter ends)