Chapter 39 Not at all, absolutely not
Destiny Steel
Twelve-man Council Hall
The Iron Warrior veterans have been summoned together, except for the last time due to " One of them was sent to the medical cabin for sleep treatment when the situation was too intense. The rest were fully armed and ready to attack.
The officers of the Guards were all in attendance, and the war blacksmiths stood around the terrain sandbox table. Everyone had complicated expressions.
In addition, of course, before they came, they specifically informed the 10th Company and the Supreme Wizard of the Thousand Sons that the mission given to them by the battle group was to stay put and they were not allowed to leave the station at will without a higher-level order.
"You also saw it!! That cursed face of that damned recruit just now!! Soltarn W. Bronn! You have undoubtedly spent more time with the Iron Lord than Most of us are older, you can’t tell me who that face belongs to! This must be the vicious betrayal of a man with a highly mechanized body! The Warrior spoke darkly, his latest metal prosthetic body shining as brightly as his steel-silver power armor.
"I have served our father and his legions for over 10 millennia, and I certainly know what Rogal Dorn looks like. You don't have to be so loud, Shanto." The old stonecutter said from his A hoarse response came from the respirator, "But that is not the first priority right now."
The name of the Loyal Primarch sent ripples of resentment among the Iron Warriors.
“Oh?” the former sneered, “I’ll list them for you.”
He raised his metal finger high, "First of all, we all know that suddenly, we caught a nasty black crow on the Iron Blood, and he is a follower of the Dark Prince. And the elder 'Kaidomo' , Haha, I believe everyone here can also agree that the existence here is undeniably inextricably linked to the Prince of Darkness." At this point, Shanto showed a disgusted expression.
The War Blacksmith continued, "Aharin, who was accompanying his father, never responded to the call after issuing that uncharacteristically severe order to everyone. The Lord of Steel's command channel has been silent. ; All of this happened after Honso took that damn Rogal Dorn-faced brat to the special interrogation room, and Honso looked like he had been attacked, and the door of the interrogation room was now completely locked—— So many factors combined - to be honest, if this had happened on Medrungard, I would have called my subordinates - Stonecaller Thortarn, if we hadn't gone Immediately attack the interrogation room to rescue the original body, so what is the first priority now?"
Just as the latter was about to speak, Shanto added another sentence, "Don't forget that the bastard Hongso has blood flowing in his body? Whose cursed bloodline, oh, no surprise, he betrayed his father’s trust! He deceived and betrayed all of us!”
The old stonemason nodded and shook his head, “Shanto, yours. The analysis actually makes sense, but why don’t you listen to me first?”
“Every second we waste here is risking losing our genetic father, Soltarn? .”
"Then let me make a long story short, Khadomo is very likely to be part of our genetic father."
All the Iron Warriors present held their breath for a moment.
"How is it possible! What evidence do you have?!"
Soltarn said calmly, "You should remember the time when you captured the invading Demon Prince of Khorne, in the old headquarters Control what happened on the bridge, right?"
"Yes, what happened?"
"That time when 'Kaidomo' spoke to me alone," the stone forger paused for a moment, seeming to consider the right words to choose, "that feeling of being resonated through the soul is definitely the face of our genes. My father’s feeling is unmistakable. ——I swear by my ability to listen to the earth and my familiarity with serving my father for 10 thousand years.”
“But our father himself is clearly still there! We had a gratifying resonance!"
"I didn't say that it wasn't me, Dasadra," Soltarn calmed down completely, "According to my observations and speculations, it is very possible that the father is. In the betrayal thousands of years ago, he encountered a pollution curse that could not be removed. The solution that my Lord found after thousands of years was to 'actively separate' the part of himself that was contaminated by his brothers, and merge it into this fearless Kaido Mori." He glanced at all the stunned Space Marines present, "So if you are fighting for your father, you must not act recklessly and risk destroying 'a part of him'."
“Everyone, I have a plan...”
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A quarter of a standard tera time has passed since Parogov took Honso out of the interrogation room, but Aharin is still kneeling there, not daring to make any unnecessary movements, or He said that his mind was still confused and he couldn't think clearly, so he simply knelt there and didn't move.
But he didn't feel ashamed to kneel like this.
Because not every Astartes is lucky enough to appreciate his own - uh - he doesn't know - uh - anyway, at least one of them must be the father - maybe it will become two parts. Even... I can't even think about Aharin! The genetic father of… is communicating with each other with eyes in front of him.
The herald of the original body subconsciously tried to avoid his eyes and thoughts from touching the black and white... noble four-legged plush... uh... uh... uh....
Ever since the humanoid father shouted for people to leave, Aharin hadn't heard anything the two of them said, but they were obviously communicating. As for the content of the communication, there was no doubt that part of it was definitely about himself.
Psychic communication.
[Pepe, since Aharin has seen you, why not just tell your sons everything? Then you can tell them to do their work and I can relax. ] Lamizane has already begun to dream about his wonderful lying down life.
[Naive or indescribably stupid idea, Lami Zane. If my heirs understand the current true situation, they can eat you alive tonight and stuff you into the stasis position without tomorrow, make it my spare body, and then start to search and plunder in Comoros or other places. The dark and chaotic expedition of geneticists and biologists. 】
【Isn’t this the case? I'm pretty good to them. Apart from being a little too careful, they always look good...】
[Do you have any misconceptions about the logic, cognitive, emotional state and moral level of this group of veterans of the eternal war of undivided chaos who have been in the Eye of Fear for a long time? 】
【Please bring punctuation marks when you complain about me, otherwise it will be difficult for me not to suspect that you have actually wanted to say it for a long time. 】
A horrifying expression of suspicion suddenly appeared on "Perturabo"'s face, [Wait a minute, tell me honestly, have you considered this too? 】
【Absolutely not. ] When the Border Collie answered decisively, the devil's original dog ears almost looked like they were gone because they were so tightly pressed against his head, his brown almond-shaped eyes were obviously looking to one side, and his big fluffy tail was completely wrapped into his hind legs.
【...woman's mouth. So what should we do with Aharin now? 】
[What else is there to ask? Give him a shot in the head, and then you only need to tell others that you missed it in anger, no need to explain. 】
One person and one dog simultaneously turned their attention to the trembling (?) weak and helpless (?) Iron Warrior waiting for his final judgment.
Gua.
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