Chapter 2 Why should I be weakened when others are cheating?
“Of course I am loyal to you! Of course I am not talking about that loyalty!”
After a lot of confusion—— The Primarch Bianmu, who gave the verbal guidance, commented on this: "An Ogryn who can count is better than you" - and then Lamizane finally found a way to send a clear text communication to the bridge.
After confirming that all the protective shielding measures in the Primarch's private workshop were working properly, one person and one dog (the dog in question protested fiercely at this pronoun) sat beside the unextinguished fire of the forge, and began List the information they know so far one by one, trying to find some reasonable explanations or useful parts.
First of all, they have no clue why such a sensational replacement happened, and they have no memory of the specific process.
The last scene in Lamizane's memory was of him staying up late to finish playing with the chess pieces he just acquired, and then falling asleep.
Perturabo had a gloomy face, and obviously did not want to talk too much. He only said that he opened his eyes after a sudden sleepiness, and found that he was in the present with his own body. situation.
"Pepe, why are you so good at being a dog?"
"Shut up." The dog skillfully knocked down a string of passwords with his paws.
Secondly, their minds and bodies have not experienced any super-enhanced changes, nor have they acquired the ability to answer all questions.
Lamizane now has a blind eye to the data stream that has been refreshing in front of his eyes, and he may even feel mentally and physically uncomfortable if he looks at it for a few more times.
"Pepe, I think I may be a little dizzy with the data."
"Weak. Just do it a few more times."
In other words, this four-body person is not The uninvited guest who is suffering from ataxia can still move against Perturabo's body, all thanks to the original demon primarch's meticulously crafted Terminator Armor that has been carefully crafted for dozens of centuries - the Armor of Origin ( LOGOS)'s powerful self-discipline program and customized servo.
"You may not be able to defeat even a new recruit when you fight against people now." Perturabo commented, with an indescribable expression on his face covered with black and white fur.
"You think highly of me. I think I can't even defeat a Seleucid cuirass." Lamizane replied sincerely.
As for Perturabo, he has no other powers except for telepathic communication with Lamizane. His physical form cannot be changed, and he cannot use any spiritual powers, and Lamizan En was horrified to find that if the distance between the two of them exceeded a certain span, the tearing and pulling feeling of the souls and bodies of both parties would become extremely obvious.
He doubted that something very bad would happen if the distance was too great.
LOGOS also thoughtfully calculated various tragic situations of death and pushed them to him.
"...Pepe, can't you block part of the logic rendering calculation function of your armor?"
"You can give me the computing power you don't need."
No matter what observation methods and detection methods are used, Perturabo, the Fourth Primarch, the tyrannical ruler of Medlengard, Steel The Lord of Warriors, the Iron King, the Undivided Chaos Demon Lord—the current physical body is just a beautiful, fluffy, barking ordinary black and white long-haired border collie.
The sound emitted from his physical vocal cords will always be canine syllables that humans cannot understand. In response to this, the demon primarch Bian Mu said "Burn the Milky Way! Burn the Milky Way!" in his psychic communication. Bad comments, and if he wants to use the various functions and data links on his body and the armor of origin, he can only use them indirectly by teaching Lamizane how to activate the pathways.
Because "Sorry, the verification interface you are using does not support this type of organism, please switch to the correct genetic detection mode."
Next, it can't be said whether it is good or bad.
Lamy Zane's mind was filled with various widely circulated 2K rumors about the 40,000 hammer, 40K hell jokes, fragmented speculation about private goods settings and at least eight different apocryphal fragments on the ancient Internet.
Probably not even 1/100% of the official content from Nottingham is available.
Perturabo has already searched the mind of his body and came to a conclusion that made him feel very bad or even extremely bad: Although he generally retains a small part of the common sense of his original body, But it is obvious that in this completely unbelievable exchange and time travel, the dog's limited wetware brain capacity caused him to lose much more knowledge and memory than he could remember.
Lami Zane's comment on this was, "Don't worry, look at Dora... Oh, no, didn't Beliselius Caul forget about it all the way? I think it's so easy for you. There is a lot of communication, and everyone is very good at talking to cute dogs.”
“Shut up.”
Finally, it was unusual for the two of them to be sitting here talking after this exchange, since Lamizane's actions in the beginning were like setting off oversized golden firework flares in the Eye of Terror.
One person and one dog have many speculations about why no one noticed this huge movement, but at least it seems to be no problem so far, and it is probably partly due to the original Perturabo's distrust of living creatures here. .
"I have a feeling," Perturabo sat on the workbench, unconsciously putting his paw on Lamizane's outstretched hand, thinking, "In this matter My blood relatives must be involved, but I don’t know how.” Thanks to their presence in the core area of the Iron Lord’s flagship when the incident occurred, the automation of the core area of the Iron Blood and the security of the subspace are as strict as remedial measures. .
The shielding and protection of Perturabo's studio is particularly strict, and the Primarch Guard is composed of iron-ringed intelligent robots.
As long as the two of them are within a certain distance, the robot's program seems to determine that there is no problem with the Iron Lord.
To a large extent, all this has prevented the person and the dog involved from encountering "the person and the dog in question ate a Chaos Egg will test before they could understand the situation" or "the original body was attacked by the original body as soon as they opened their eyes" The guard thought something was wrong and ambushed him." This is a famous scene.
“Thank God, I thought that while we were talking, there was already a blue mollusk watching the live broadcast and patting the tip of its thigh and laughing out loud. Now this is slightly better than my worst guess. "
Lami Zane raised the huge iron glove of the original power armor and made a precise "thread", pretending not to see the border shepherd Perturabo angrily biting a piece aside. Scrap Iron shakes his head and gives up this act of venting his anger because of toothache.
“But I still want to say, why do other people come here to wear the original body or something like that? They are fathers, sons, filial piety, and then worship gold fingers and cheat and kill everyone. I am...”
Lamizane closed his mouth under Perturabo's dark gaze.
——
Lami Zane crossed his hands with some embarrassment and watched Perturabo busy up and down in the studio.
"Pe...Pe...er I mean Perturabo, can you please figure out when we are now after the Rebellion?"
Border Collie Petula Beau hurriedly jumped onto another workbench and tapped the input device with the tips of his claws, "No. In the Eye of Terror, the timeline is meaningless, you forgot."
"..." Lamizane swallowed his original question silently. "Then what should we do now? In other words, we can't hide here forever, right?"
Bian Mu tilted his head, his bright dark brown almond-shaped eyes intently looking at the messages flashing on the screen line by line.
“Of course, we can first check the recent situation reports of each fortress to check their recent activities in the galaxy, and roughly infer the situation based on this. This report... Tsk, I can’t see clearly! "
Lami Zane used a novel and somewhat clumsy way to "extend" through the neural link to open the report.
"It's very clear... "Hydra Heart Operation Voyage Log II", there are many appendices and statistical data that can be linked out at the back. - Wait, although I'm not sure exactly what it will be. What happened, but, I vaguely remember that if it were this time, Robert Guilliman should not have been awakened, the Great Rift had not been opened, and we were in Medlengard... The battle for the Heart of Hydra has ended... So The key person’s name is...Hong Suo?”
Lamizane racked his brains to recall, and the sensitive LOGOS data center immediately delivered the relevant information to his retina, and because the person involved was not good at processing it, it was thrown into the to-do block.
"Honso." The border collie gave him a look of indifference, wrinkled its nose and tapped the input device impatiently with the tips of its paws, adding files related to Hongso to the search.
“Dogs are color deficient, and the background colors of this report text and its key bars are inappropriate green and yellow. Honso... I hear his name mentioned all the time, even though I don’t I have never met this hybrid."
"...I didn't expect you to have inherited all the functions of the dog's body. Why are you so used to it?"
"Huh. Bo blew out a big mouthful of hot air at Lamizane with his dog face, "Do you feel you are used to stealing this extraordinary body of mine?"
"To be honest, I'm really not used to it. I have to often throw things into the to-do partition and the recycling bin."
Lami Zane raised his hand and scratched the numerous biological cables on his head. The feeling of the iron armor on the fingertips touching the skin is still unfamiliar.
“For example, these cables keep pulling on my forehead and scalp. It’s very easy to pull when I want to make expressions, hiss! And it feels really strange to have no hair.”
The demon primarch sat up on the dog's hind legs, looked at him coldly, and crossed his two front paws. "Just be content, you pathetic mortal! I didn't even complain that I have hair all over my body now."
After painstakingly sorting through the work information of about two Terra hours, Lamizane decided not to ( Put aside the remaining to-do items and deal with something else first.
"Although the original you was so omniscient and didn't like to go out, you may not need a navigator so much that now we can only find some semi-mechanized brains, organs and nerves soaked in amniotic fluid chambers. "
Lami Zane pointed at the ship's personnel list, while Perturabo tightened his ears and turned his eyes to another screen.
“But now we need a navigator who can eat, walk and is familiar with the latest imperial route conditions.”
He opened the latest situation report.
“Here, there happens to be one in Honso’s warband.”
This is my first time writing an article, and I haven’t fully understood the principles of the writer’s platform, so please bear with me about the formatting (Muzhi
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