Chapter 1: Bao, do you, the Queen of Glory, stay loyal?
Screaming, resentment, struggling.
Memory is filled with tears, trust is delivered with deception.
The only thing that binds the shell is revenge.
This is an indescribable shadow.
The lotus is in full bloom.
Where no one knows.
The powerful existence that was tearing at the fallen flame suddenly stopped.
A jet-black feather, a trace of the essence that does not exist in this world, was stripped away and taken away.
Like a sinking abyss, a starless night, turning a blind eye, what’s the name?
The shadow opened countless eyes, and the colorful irises rotated on the eyeballs.
The darkness begins to hunt.
Who is it? Who is it? Who is stealing again? Who intends to deceive?
Hunting claws tightened.
The lotus falls.
There was only a hint of ancient charm left on the claw tips, which were scattered into ashes.
In the distant and dark forty-first millennium, only...
——
Lami Zane reluctantly opened his eyes.
Some kind of built-in timing device "told" him that his eyes recorded the scene here 1.52 standard tera seconds ago.
Strings with strange fonts and syntax are still flashing across the retina in layers.
But he “understands” it.
It was strange, and very... He didn't know whether he should be afraid, because there was an inexplicable intuition telling him that fear should not be his emotion.
The unfamiliar yet familiar furnace smoke rushes into his nasal cavity, leaving waves of irony taste on the tip of his tongue.
He can even taste the trace components of each element... Wait, what kind of animal does this smell like?
No, no, there shouldn't be his smell here...
Lami Zane closed his eyes with the last bit of luck.
The screen unfolds, every program, every code, a look, a gesture...
Everything can be seen but everything cannot be seen through.
The beeps of warning messages, the light spots that wrap around the dark planet like spider webs hanging with dew, the subtle but numerous changes and messages like swarms of bees everywhere on the giant ship...
Countless data streams continued to flow towards him, and the giant ship and her captain "breathed" silently together.
He can hear *every* message within communication range.
Thinking about it, the outsider carefully tried to immerse himself in this huge data complex for a second.
One second should be nothing...?
In an instant, he realized that "he" was floating in a vacuum, but this vacuum was both pure black and colorful. Starlight traveled through time and space in a twisted way. Under his feet, a huge The dark planet beats slowly like the heart of a living creature.
Lamizane suddenly opened his eyes.
He gasped violently and took a big breath of air, although he naturally knew that his body did not "need" to breathe like this at all.
The moment he saw the planet, more communications, information and data poured into his vision and mind. There were too many. His spirit told him that he would feel collapsed and suffocated at this moment, although Another part of him told him that his body was functioning normally.
Like a drowning person, Lamizane desperately floated "upward" in the endless ocean of data. He somehow knew that he could not stay because there were countless shadows under the abyss of the starry sky like eyes. Waiting.
This time, the vast data flow seemed to finally realize his urgency. After automatically cutting off most of the data flow, it "considerately" moved a blank area in his vision and presented the picture in front of him. It is still the huge, empty studio with the charm of the classical era.
This is a domed hall with only an entrance and no windows. Its walls and floors are forged from fine gold and other materials engraved with text.
The stasis niches on the wall contain exquisite relief fragments made of gold and silver, and white marble statues - most of them are in a state as if someone had carefully excavated the fragments from the ruins. blocks, and then very carefully glued them bit by bit to restore the old appearance as much as possible.
One wall is decorated with ancient and complex mosaic collage murals, depicting a crowd surrounding a person with a golden disk behind his head; faded paintings hang in a stagnant stance, which can be seen A mother and child, a woman holding an unknown animal and a man accompanied by a lion.
All kinds of magnificent or magnificent architectural plan drawings, protractors, T-rules and other measuring tools and stacks of scrolls seem to be piled up in an orderly manner on the side of the heavy workbench. The sculptor The tools of engineers and naturalists are listed together with the supplies of generals, soldiers and politicians.
If there is anything more interesting to look at on these amazing workbenches, it is the hundreds of decorations and models made of various common or precious materials.
It includes mini jeweled eggs that open with several layers of scenes, ancient plucked string instruments made of extinct shellfish and wood, movable dolls with human, mechanical and alien appearances, and models of automatic robots that are so exquisite that you can see the details with a magnifying glass.
However, these exquisite objects now show a feeling of being neglected for a long time. The latest works on the workbench are all products that serve the war.
There is an unfinished sword blade on the charred anvil, and the unextinguished fire shines with a bright golden-red light.
And he——is sitting on the chair in the center of the workroom at the moment. A long-handled war hammer that looks very heavy is leaning on his hand. It is as long as a mortal, with lightning-like veins all over the body of the hammer. The gold and amber decorated on it sparkle, making this murder weapon appear even more ruthless in the luxurious aesthetic taste of the maker.
The pressure coming from the torso and limbs suggested that they were all wrapped in thick layers of special Terminator power armor. He was not wearing a helmet, but every microsecond on his retinas was a sight that would make a mortal faint. Flash through massive torrents of data at speed.
Lamizane blinked, trying to ignore any hints about "false emperor, plan, warmaster, Abaddon, expedition, Iron Warriors" among the many messages that he didn't want to see at the moment.
No, why still here? It's time for me to wake up!
He pursed his lips, tightened his face, screamed in his heart and clenched his fists secretly, hoping that this damn nightmare that had been going on for a long enough time would end immediately.
The heart beats too fast.
What is even more frightening is the feeling of more than one heart beating.
Those who are not of this world sit there. He gritted his teeth.
Let the dream wake up.
The response to this command was an even larger flow of data, doubtful inquiries, and warning beeps bombarding his brain - his brain was fine, but his spirit/mind/soul/or something like that Something like a boat rocking in a great flood.
"He" was dizzy inside this huge and suffocatingly sophisticated power coffin - the power armor, floating and sinking.
The inanimate people seemed to be about to notice something. They looked and whispered, and their eyes were filled with darkness.
The newcomer is confused and his instinct is making him rise from the embrace of the dark night.
At this moment——
A white furry claw moved away from the input device next to the seat, and patted Lamizane's leg armor angrily.
The rich smell of animal fur, rough warm flesh pads and hard nails bring a multi-layered and all-round sensory experience to the sensitive armor sensors and dutiful alarm system. After a thrill, inside the armor People are successfully brought back to the reality they don't want to face.
"Ah ah my treasure! Pepe (PEPEA)! Why are you still in this ghost place?!"
"..."
Lami Zane used a kind of huge and huge He hugged his furry pet Border Collie at a speed that was extremely disproportionate to his size.
“I just took a nap... Why did it look like this when I woke up? Why?! I have obviously joined the library and can fish comfortably until I retire! Why are you here?! ”
He tried painfully to grab his hair, but the dense tangle of cables within his fingertips only made his scalp sting and sparkle.
Then the newcomer screamed again, this time as the biodata cable from his nostrils to his brain was ripped out, and he jumped to throw it aside.
The bleeding stopped instantly, and he realized at the same time that the internal wounds were beginning to repair at a very unnatural speed.
The alarm echoed throughout the space.
The gigantic giant hugged the sheepdog with a mournful face, and frantically called the Golden Throne Traveler Miracle Hotline with various titles from Emperor to Big E to Old Man Huang to King in Yellow. , but the result was only piercing sirens and increasingly panicked and complicated communications.
Bian Mu, who was completely shocked by his crazy operation, came to his senses, raised his paw and viciously slapped his face that was crying like a bastard.
A majestic and rich bass sounded clearly in Lamizane's mind.
"Fortunately, I activated the backup protection in time... Can you figure out some key questions before you go crazy, such as whose body you are using now?"
"Who is here? Talk? "Pei...Pei?"
When he finally saw his own appearance projected from the mechanical eyes of the iron ring guard under the guidance of the psychic communication. ——Wrapped in a huge iron coffin-like armor with traces of thousands of years of conquest and yellow and black stripes, with a head full of jet-black cables, and a complexion as pale as a corpse, the Fourth Primarch is now the Demon King of Undivided Chaos. At that time, Lamizane succeeded in using the tyrant's vocal cords to make a strangled drake call.
"Uh uh uh...uh uh..."
"What's your reaction?"
" (Gu Terra swore and yelled) I found myself inexplicably falling into this cesspit. It's interesting enough that the universe didn't scream like a fart the first time (Gu Terra) Terra (expletive) Seeing me dressed as the Ascendant Demon Queen's Perturabo and Perturabo turning into a dog and talking to me, I feel like I can't breathe now ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Ah! !"
"...What's wrong with becoming me?" Bian Mu took a deep breath, as if he was resisting the urge to bite the throat of the person in front of him. "I don't want to become a demon...Don't use my voice to make duck calls! Shut up you idiot!"
"...Even if you dream of falling into this universe, it's still too much. Have you ever named a pet dog Perturabo, and then found out that he actually started giving you orders in Perturabo’s voice?”
Lami Zane—or rather, Perturabo’s? Husk muttered and tried to pet the dog's head through his power armor gloves.
The border collie looked like he wanted to tear Ramizane's soul out of his body and replace it.
"Listen, I'm your dog... No, I'm not your dog! I'm Perturabo!... I've had enough! Lamizane Ka Rossini! You had better accept me at once, Perturabo, Lord of the Iron Warriors, in the body of this... animal, and you, a weak, foolish mortal, have the honor to possess me. This fact in the extraordinary body! Now, be quiet!”
The duet of deep spiritual roars and barks of the sheepdogs echoed under the high ceiling.
Lami Zane gasped and forced himself to calm down. He was shocked and his face wrinkled. This move pulled many biological external cables on his scalp and forehead.
Looking at the pure black eyes that had not yet wiped away the tears and now lost the gloom, hatred and majesty that were originally filled like burning stars, and were filled with clear stupidity and laughable trust, Bian Mu couldn't bear to see it. He looked away and uttered a low curse.
A moment later, inside the studio.
"Okay, okay... So, then I am Perturabo now?"
"...Yes and no, you are only temporarily occupying my body And 'I' am 'Perturabo'!"
"But you are a dog now"
"Shut up!"
"Okay, okay, what about my dog 'Perturabo'?"
"..." The border collie reluctantly flicked his tail, "Sleeping in my body."< br>
"That's great..." Lamizane breathed a long sigh of relief, "Where are we now?"
"On my flagship, the Iron-Blooded." The dog was angry. say.
"Hiss..."
"Anyway, look at this terrible situation. First send a clear message to Walter. The content is that everything is safe. Let the Iron Blood continue to maintain orbital synchronization. No one is allowed to come and disturb you."
"How? ...How to send it? By the way, I have another question..."
"What's wrong!" Perturabo wrinkled his nose and exposed his canine teeth as he looked at his body. The ground roared.
"Bao, will you, the Queen of Glory, be loyal?"
"..."
Well, we start with a dog and persecute Perturabo. As for many problems, they will be revealed slowly (really)
(End of this chapter)