Chapter 37 Little Sheep Terminator
He does not belong here.
He doesn't like it here.
He doesn’t like this person even more.
He disliked what this man was doing very much.
He wants to kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate - kill us! Kill them! Kill them! ——
But there was nothing he could do.
He could only watch.
The special robotic arm makes a clicking sound. This is some kind of operating room or dissecting room. The metal walls and floors are filled with operating refrigeration equipment. This not only keeps the temperature low, but is also always filled with a slight white cold mist.
However, these will not affect the figure who is "working" seriously in front of the operating table.
The swaying black figure is busy in front of the autopsy table. His long, bone-colored hair is knotted and disheveled. His shoulders and waist have been specially strengthened to enable him to withstand longer and more precise surgeries. It also allows him to combine special medical treatment and Torment hung from his shoulders with an integrated array.
These machines that respond to the twisted needs of individuals are clustered there as if they are alive, observing the objects on the table from every angle with twisted enthusiasm. The slender insect-like mechanical appendages are dexterous and fascinating. In disgust, in every vein, in every nerve, there are blasphemous changes of passion and hope for the divine creation.
——From between the hanging withered hair, a disgusting old face with an expression of greed and hunger——
A pair of purple eyes are using a fanatical expression. Staring at "him" from top to bottom.
Pains he had never experienced - no - they - became - unimaginable feelings - were washing over his sanity.
"————!"
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"Who is still there!! Take the others out! Then close the door and tell them not to come in!"
After the initial shock, the apothecary apprentice, holding his teacher's heavy and limp body with a missing part, heard the screams from the Chapter Master in the observation room.
He looked left and right, and he should be the only one who could move freely and normally. Parogov looked at the prisoner who was hanging and wrapped in the weird shining torture instrument, and fell to the side. The instrument panel showed that the brainwashing and indoctrination process was still proceeding normally.
The corner of the one-way glass in the observation room next door was blasted with a molecular disintegration cannon to create a perfect round hole. Through the void shield, he could hear the scraping and collision of ceramite and conversations inside. The scene of propriety and injustice seems to be at a stalemate.
He frowned, a certain natural disgust welling up in his heart.
Imperial Fist - The Silver Skull Space Marine's hand touched the bolter on his waist, and suddenly looked down at his teacher's biochemical data that was still changing violently.
"Understood, received, execute immediately."
Parogov Nilaydoa gave it to the very miserable Adalik Vannas with all his hands and feet. An injection of powerful long-acting anesthetic was given, and then he picked up Hong Suo, who was unconscious and missing an arm, and quickly exited this place of right and wrong.
When leaving, I carefully manually locked the triple safety valve of the cabin door.
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“Perturabo?! Pepe——! Leatherman——! Baby——! Wake up!!!! That’s not Dorne!!! That...is...not Rogal Dorn!"
Lamizane was still furiously trying to break free after being temporarily suppressed by the Taishan Pressing and Belly Reversing Technique. Pilot A's original version of Bian Mu yelled at the top of his lungs. On the other side, Aharin, who was lucky enough to catch his wrist in time - Why did Aharin suddenly go crazy at this time? !
What does "Please forgive me, I must save you, father" mean? ! Could it be that the Emperor's Children got on top of your horse? ! I have definitely seen this plot before I came here! ! ! (Gutera swears) No, I remembered that there is still that damn thing, ahhhh, you can’t even think of succeeding, ahhhhh! ! ! ! !
"Isn't it...?" Perturabo (because he was still struggling) seemed to calm down a little, and his rationality began to return, "The empire looks so similar to that thing. Why is the fist thing on my boat?”
“How do I know? I haven’t seen him before for so long!”
"Due to the insufficient capacity of the damn wetware, I didn't have time to deal with the monitoring part of the ship, so I handed it over to you a long time ago, right?!"
The dog gritted its teeth, "Lamy Zane Carosini! Is this your daily monitoring report? What a surprise you gave me!”
"Fuck, I've never seen Rogal Dorn, and I've never gone into hysterics when I saw Rogal Dorn!!! What does it have to do with me if he looks like him (Gutella swears)?!"
Just when "Perturabo" was slightly relieved because the dog under him came to his senses, Aharin suddenly let go of the power hammer that was restrained by the father of genes and could not be used, and then Using the other hand, he used the gravity of the hammer to swing the hammer head into a round shape and throw it towards the Contemptor's fearless eyepiece, which was being suppressed and unable to move much.
Lami Zane made a sharp explosion.
The calculation data in the Contemptor's Dreadnaught Helmet flashed fiercely, and the being inside tilted his head as hard as he could.
The head of the power hammer wrapped in the activated energy field grazed the side of the ceramic helmet, rotating and smashing into pieces from an angle that could definitely wipe off half of the jawbone from the surface of an ordinary Astartes skull. The helmet armor of "Elder Khadomo" then hit the thick shoulder section at the back and was ejected, and finally fell to the ground due to the suppression of the void shield.
"Steel... above... ah... what... who... I... don't... iron gives birth to strength... strength makes the will strong... I... this... how... is... "
The youngest son of the Lord of Iron, the pale Aharin, was so shaken that he knelt down in the direction of Lamizane and "Kaidomo".
The blacksmith's lips kept trembling, and his black eyes stared blankly at the appearance of the mechanical construct that shattered the machine that had been possessed by the great demon Slaanesh and had bewitched and manipulated their genetic father for so long. creature.
Under Fearless's shattered helmet, a face with ears erect due to anger, a fluffy mane, a long snout, and a pair of watery brown almond-shaped eyes that are full of energy and energy were revealed. The face of the black-and-white furry creature glared at him.
Eye contact.
The herald bowed his head meekly in electric fear.
"Woof!!!! Woof!!!! Woof! Woof!!!!"
The animal, which seemed to have no deterrent except its small teeth, roared angrily. .
Aharin was so frightened that he knelt on the spot and did not dare to move.
The huge terminator now looks like a little sheep that has done something wrong, curling up into a small, small ball as much as possible amid the angry growl of the border collie.
Quack!
(End of this chapter)