Chapter 3 Romance is - Drinking coffee on the bridge of the space battleship
"In short, I don't want my children to see my current appearance. Is this understandable to you?"
Lamizane nodded cautiously, "Although I have methods in my mind, I have never operated a lathe..."
"What do I need from you!"
"As yours Mouth replacement.”
"..."
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Finally, with the command of Perturabo and the help of the Iron Ring Guards, Lamizane successfully installed an energy-saving device on the back of the Armor of Origin. A life-sustaining backpack compartment housing a border collie, as well as some suspicious-looking "necessary warp protection devices".
This makes this super magically modified and exquisite Terminator armor now look closer and closer to the visual effect of a giant silver-gray "sarcophagus" painted with yellow and black stripes.
“It’s too crude.” The dog sniffed around and commented dissatisfiedly, “I can’t knock this kind of craftsmanship so badly with an ordinary hammer.”
His fingertips touched the cold black material at the core of the protective device that seemed to be able to swallow light. The name of the ingredient "Black Stone" immediately jumped into Lamizane's mind. For a moment, the eyes of one person and one dog exchanged. Perturabo looked at him as if nothing had happened. Jumping into the backpack compartment, but with his pair of dog ears pressed tightly against his head, Lamizane raised his eyebrows and did not mention the matter again.
"Then..." Standing in front of the thick adamantine door of the workshop, Lamizane subconsciously exhaled a deep breath from his lungs, "Is it really okay to go to the bridge to inspect like this? ? Captain Baht Walter is so familiar with you..."
"Other than showing up there, I don't see any other way to calm you down before three Terras. The panic caused.”
Perturabo’s impatient and cold voice came from the psychic communication.
"Bring all the Iron Ring Guards near the bridge, command, auto-combat codes and each crew member's lock biometric code I have transferred to you from backup in advance. Warm up the Jing of the Armor of Origin Hysteresis generator and weapon system, if he or they say something inappropriate, this can solve unnecessary troubles as soon as possible.”
"...It's not necessary..."
There was silence in the backpack, and the suppressed angry bass rumbled in Lamizane's mind again, "You have to remember that on this ship, 'Pei Turab' is the *only* commander, decision-maker and king."
The tall "Demon Primarch" sighed again, "Okay, I understand your internal surveillance. All the devices are connected to the external sensors of the power armor?"
"Of course"
Lami Zane nodded in the shape of Perturabo, with a thick essence. The golden gates parted to both sides, and he walked towards the bridge. The fully armed iron ring robots divided into two columns and silently surrounded him.
They walked in the passage of the giant ship, which was like a steel tomb.
Everything here is plain steel gray and the color of the object itself. The exposed cables and pipes are like the metal blood vessels and inorganic guts of the mechanical colossus. They are sometimes painted with iron skull patterns. The seals and yellow and black warning stripes are more often dull raw iron and rust colors.
The artificial air was filled with the smell of cooling steam, engine oil, promethium, incinerated inorganic matter, and the foul servitor life-sustaining liquid, but nothing else. In the Eye of Terror, this environment can be called "tidy and clean". There are no side windows on either side of the long passage, and only the cold and dim lights overhead cast a dry white light on the cement-colored ground.
The uniform footsteps of the iron ring echoed in the corridor. In a dull atmosphere like a funeral, they arrived at the bridge of the Iron Blood by the elevator.
IRONBLOOD, the Glory Queen-class battleship, the vehicle of the Iron Lord, and the former flagship of the Fourth Army, now floats quietly in the outer deep space orbit of Medlengard.
Its ancient bridge now feels more open than when it was first commissioned: some time after entering the Eye of Terror, this huge battleship finally had a real bridge porthole, allowing the bridge crew to Observe the situation outside visually.
Permanently standing at the command throne on the bridge of the Iron Blood is its cyborg captain, Baht Voight.
After modifications and repairs that may have taken dozens of centuries, his body was connected by large and small cables to "grow" on the command throne. Except for most of the head, there was almost nothing left. Biomass residue can reveal the captain's original race.
The smart robot guard at the door informed everyone of the arrival of the original body. The mechanized transformation restricted the movement of the captain's body. When Walter turned his head slightly to look at the entrance, there were few tasks on the bridge. The personnel all lowered their eyes slightly, maintaining just the right amount of obedience, silence and caution.
The tall body wrapped in the armor of origin stepped into the command space. The steel giant with black moonstone-like irises and pale skin did not say a word, but slowly moved his gaze.
The consoles and power system servos were humming, and one could feel the Primarch's eyes scrutinizing them one by one.
There is a rhythmic ticking sound from the electronic operation of auguries and other devices.
More than one person held their breath when thinking of the large amount of garbled code that just came from the central response. In the Eye of Terror, such unspeakable and incomprehensible sudden chaos is all too common. Could this be a sign that the Iron Lord will lead them to a more extreme depravity?
They don’t know when the Sword of Damocles will fall.
People were just in awe, obedience and silence.
In addition to the crew on duty, there is also an Iron Warrior waiting on the bridge at this moment. He has a relatively young face and weathered eyes. Aharin, the current war blacksmith of the 99th Battalion, the original body His beloved youngest son and a new member of the Trident.
Perturabo also told Lamizane the name and position of the other party in a relatively calm tone at the beginning.
"Hmph, Balban has become a demon, no surprise." The border mule's voice trying to express his contempt came from the psychic communication, "Frix... was blown into pieces... Danti Orc, oh, Dantioc! What about the Imperial hero? He also died for the *deep-minded* politician."
The Iron Warrior Primarch suddenly made a comment about the Ultramarines Primarch. Lamizane didn't know what to say for a moment. He thought about it and walked to the command throne. Habitually - according to his habit when he was still a mortal, he said hello to Captain Walter first.
The demonic primarch's frighteningly easy-going attitude made the well-informed cyborg captain tense his body and return the favor. The people on the bridge were walking on thin ice and there was an atmosphere of despair.
Lamizane did not pay special attention to this. He was busy talking to Perturabo in the psychic communication.
“Looking on the bright side, maybe Balban Falk’s demon promotion this time can make you less noticed in the subspace.” Perturabo made an angry sound in his depression. He snorted coldly, as if he had prepared the hell beast in advance for his former subordinates.
"Really, you see, after all, his talent in how to obtain the favor of Chaos has attracted the attention of many inanimate beings. This also meets our need to keep a low profile, doesn't it? Furthermore, nowadays The more important thing is how to properly separate Hong Suo from his war gang after we deceive him... and get him on the Iron Blood." Lami Zane suggested, and then motioned to the trident.
The other party received the signal and immediately walked forward, keeping as calm and respectful as possible. The short black hair on the war blacksmith's unhelmeted head made his skin paler.
"Ahharin."
The Daemon Primarch called.
"Father." The Iron Warrior wearing a cavalry-style Terminator armor responded, without a trace of pride or offense in his tone. "The latest communication received by Captain Voight shows that Callan Gower's The war blacksmith Hongso claims to have received your summoning order. He will bring you the navigator you want and apply to board the ship after a standard hour; regarding the progress report of the latest alien weapon research, I guarantee it will be within three hours. Appear on your table. In addition..."
Lami Zane nodded in a very relaxed manner, walked over with the body of the demon primarch, and circled the command throne twice. , which made the captain's eyes rarely show a little surprise and anxiety.
Then he felt this emotion when he saw "Perturabo" find a spacious chair next to the command throne and sink into it *without any image*, and began to drink while listening to the report of the heirs. When the iron ring brought the hot coffee with milk and Reka, I reached an emotional peak where I thought I was completely crazy.
The huge Glory Queen-class battleship suddenly jolted for about three microseconds.
"Perturabo" made a gesture, causing poor Aharin, who could see that he was starting to collapse more and more facing his genetic father, to stop, and turned to Captain Walter. doubt.
"Is there any problem? Bakht." He narrowed his eyes, "The Iron Blood reported that the error correction rate of its shipboard system increased by an astonishing 742% in just 2.61 microseconds. - Also That is to say, you just almost let us plunge into the atmosphere of Medlengard. What do you have to say about this?"
Part of the captain's logic circuit is still frantically calculating the reality of the scene in front of him. This almost boiled what was left of his brain, and the other part confirmed the undoubted control of the demonic master in front of him over the ship. This made him immediately lower his eyes, and his tone remained just right calm and humble, "Yes, sir, the system is overloaded." It is indeed a bit overloaded. Please forgive me for my mistake. I will conduct self-examination again and eliminate such problems."
"Perturabo" took a deep look at him.
The cyborg captain felt his non-existent sweat glands breaking out into a cold sweat.
"Of course, it's best this way, Bachta, you'd better start getting used to me drinking coffee on the bridge. This is a kind of romance."
The whole hull trembled.
"Romance, romance, romance... Of course, I will follow your orders...!" For the first time in the dozens or hundreds of centuries since he began serving the Iron Warriors, Bakhte Watt, He reluctantly responded in a stammering tone full of human emotion.
Lami Zane turned his face to the son who could barely control his expression of "Am I crazy or is my father suffering from Slaanesh"?
"Keep talking, I'm listening, little Aharin."
No more today┗|｀O′|┛嗷~~
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