Chapter 20 REDDOG
Destiny Steel (Iron-Blooded)
Built-in bridge room
The long-lost prison-like pressure filled the entire space, and the air was as cool as molten lead People suffocate.
No one dared to say a word, except——
"Oh, this is it. We must intercept this thing, maybe we can capture it."
The Guards officers looked in horror at the ancient war machine that dared to speak without respect in front of the Daemon Primarch .
The Contemptor, who had just arrived by elevator, strode fearlessly to the throne of "Perturabo".
The Iron Warriors smelled that strange smell again - the fragrance, it was more obvious now than before.
There was a sound of armor and weapons touching, and someone changed his standing position.
"Tell me the reason why you have come to such a firm conclusion, (the Iron Lord paused here, as if he wanted to pronounce an empty syllable that seemed to start with P or F) - Kaidomo."
< "Obviously," they watched as the new Tenth Captain raised his hand in a jaw-dropping wave of his power claw, not caring that their Primarch was sitting on the throne beside him.
“Its path is heading towards our route. According to my calculations, the contact time is just sixty-seven standard seconds later, and the contact position is the sixth gun room on the port side. This car was once The Slayer's thing will contact and impact our Geller force field at an angle of 63.4 degrees, and cut into the port armor - if this thing still obeys the rules of physics - it is also possible that it will directly surface at the moment of contact. Inside the ship.”
Now every Iron Warrior present looked at this Contemptor Dreadnought in confusion.
Should they step forward and scold this rude ancient warrior for the Gene Father?
Or will he simply use his sarcophagus as his eternal resting place before then?
——And what does that syllable mean?
“The Slaughterer?!”
The one who broke the imminent stagnation and raised a voice of doubt was the Stoneforger Soltarn.
“I know about the Slayer, but the last report of this demonic tank that was originally enslaved by us in the last battle of the Heart of Hydra was that it was destroyed and recast!”
The head of the Contemptor Dreadnought turned towards him - Soltarn suddenly realized that the head armor of this Dreadnought was unusually flexible -
A cold, arrogant and impatient electronic sound came from the neck of the Dreadnought. Hissed from the loudspeaker, "So you have no idea how dangerous the Demon Engine Forge is, boy. That thing-"
Soltarn's mind instantly became unnatural. Shocked by the intense helplessness, disdain, resentment, pain, regret, torture and other emotions that were like a black hole in the center of the galaxy - he fell to his knees, and the strangled throat of an old stonemason came from the respirator.
"Thol'tarn is not an ignorant brat from the Tenth Company, Khadormo." The Iron Lord interrupted their conversation, "Your preaching is not necessary at the moment."
"...Okay." Fearless's completely unscrupulous and rude words and deeds in front of the original body had already caused the guards officers to draw their weapons.
But the Iron Lord's gesture stopped them from further action.
“Humph...Hmm!”
The stone forger tried hard to prop up one hand and one leg so that he would not bend down on the ground so unsightly, with Aharin standing next to him. Without squinting, he put one foot sideways to touch his heel.
"Perturabo" sat on his huge throne made of steel, swords and cables, quietly watching everything happening below. He held his head with one hand, as if the blood coming from outside the ship God's uninvited guests were to him no more than a dragonfly tapping across the water.
“In the Milky Way ten thousand years from now, if you want to convince the public, you’d better come up with some outstanding achievements to please me.”
The daemon primarch's fingertips caressed the handle of the Forgebreaker, and his eyes swept over everyone in the room. The profound meaning contained in it made their fear rise from the end of their tailbone to the center of their brains.
"You are responsible for the next actions, Kaidormo, don't let me down." Contemptor responded with a vague response, then took a step forward and began to connect himself to the entire bridge control system.
"There will be direct contact with the target in twenty-nine seconds. The energy in the navigator's bubble will be redistributed within two seconds. The port Geller force field is preparing for contact point impact... Damage control team reports..."
The message flow in the Iron Warrior's small communication channel is furiously intersecting.
"Did you hear it! The father of genes just wanted to say that word Fu! Fu!"
"I remembered it! No wonder I always feel that although this name has never been seen on the list, it still sounds familiar to me. ! It's him! It's him! "
"Flix...! I didn't expect that I could regain the favor of the original body!" br>
“It seems that his personality has changed a lot. No wonder I didn’t recognize it immediately!”
“If he is really Frix the City Breaker.”
"What do you mean?"
"Have you forgotten? Frix was killed by a direct hit from the Titan's cannon. Think about the strange resume of this Dreadnought and its gaudy decoration. , think about the last war blacksmith whose personality changed drastically."
Amidst the hissing static electricity interference on the channel, someone finally asked.
"So...this Kaidomo, if he is not the city breaker, who is he...or what existence is he?"
——
What’s actually happening on the other side.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhly What's going on here? I said I'd rather fly slowly than jump into subspace. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I'm frozen..."
"Be quiet! There's enough time. Continue to transfer the computing power of LOGOS's logical processing unit to me."
"I thought you were obsessed. Put... The education and teaching activities have not answered me. I think this is going to end..."
"Shut up. Help me take over the monitoring of all regular projects, this stupid dog's brain wetware. It’s not enough at all, I have to work hard on the precise distribution of the Iron Curtain and the Geller Field.”
"...You're already a border collie, at least not a Chihuahua - can't you just bombard it with macro cannons?"
" Bombardment of the force field and the subspace outside the force field? Don't add anything to it. Do it. Don't talk nonsense when it comes to business. "
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhing being being coming coming prince prince prince prince prince ah! prince! ! ! ”
Border Shepherd Perturabo was sitting in the fearless cockpit, shaking his head from side to side, and the tips of his slightly drooped ears trembled with the movement of his head, while wagging his tail rapidly. Press various joysticks and buttons at a dizzying speed, while not forgetting to sneer at a certain soul occupying the magpie's nest, "You yourself are a demon prince, and the demon prince is worth sitting there in fear." Don’t you want to get up?”
“That’s true! Prince! It’s worth it!” Fortunately, if I look carefully, I will only see the horror version of Thomas the Tank Engine. …”
The dog made a confused syllable from his nasal cavity, but his attention immediately shifted, "Let's talk about this later - contact is coming soon, countdown, three, two, one -"
He narrowed his beautiful Brown almond eyes, while hitting enter behind the multi-gravity field flipping code.
"Try this, you little red dog."
Will the next chapter be more UMMMM serious? oh? So please be prepared before watching tomorrow.
(End of this chapter)