Chapter 59 C'estlaviepasleparadis
Steel of Destiny
The Chapter Master’s New Office
“Ah, so what is the situation? Please help me. I condescend to explain.” Emmenut, the supreme wizard of the Thousand Sons who came here in response to the call of the captain, is now standing in front of the desk, looking up and down with a playful and curious look. Looking at the Corrupted Raven Guard who was also standing there but very uneasy.
Adalic Vanus is not wearing his power armor - the tattered black flying pack power armor and lightning claws have been recovered into the mysterious armory of the Destiny Steel. So far, No one has yet been notified that their repairs have been completed.
The rebel of the 19th Legion only wore a simple linen training robe, a thin belt around his waist, and the same simple Olympian leather sandals on his feet. His long black hair was combed and parted in the middle, hanging on both sides of his pale to almost transparent cheeks. He pursed his lips, and his purple eyes ignored the think tank director who was looking at him, but stared closely at him. Watch every move of the man behind the desk.
Wrapped in gold ornaments, mechanical ribbons and polished armor, the Contemptor Fearless, Lord of Guardians, Lord of Recruits, Captain of the Tenth Company, Elder Khadomo is sitting in his office with his chest raised and his belly raised. Side of the table.
Countless data points were flashing rapidly on the Dreadnaught's eyepiece. The wizard noticed that his built-in disintegration cannon power claw and twin laser cannon had been replaced by a pair of mechanical hands that fit the proportions of the Dreadnought. One of them Still holding the quill, he was processing the stacks of official documents and data pads that were being sent to him at a dizzying speed.
Aharin, who recently served as a herald and served as an attendant, stood beside Fearless, delivering new documents to Elder Khadomo and sorting out the documents that had been processed.
Emenute took another deep look at the person sitting at the main seat. In front of him were many office supplies that were more decorative than practical. There was also a cup of steaming Fuli on the smooth table. The leader of White Reca Coffee - "Perturabo".
The other party looked like he didn't feel anything was wrong. "To be specific, we...my request is that you must leave some just right chaos marks or other influences on Adalic. It must be just right! Keep his sanity, body and skills, and don't cause anything to me. The enchanted warrior may really attract something I don't want to see - that is, don't engage in demonic possession or sacrifice and body snatching."
"If this is the only way to do it, then. If there is no requirement for enhancement in strength or special functions, there is no technical problem. I have to look at his current situation first." The Thousand Sons Supreme Wizard suddenly showed an authoritative smile when he talked about the field he was familiar with, "That's it. Are you checking him here? Dear Lord of Iron."
"There is enough protection in the office. Your student Julius is inside. You don’t have to take Adalik back specially.”
“As you wish, I will check him first.”
Emenut raised his falcon shape. Staff, the twisted energy of the High Heavens is masterfully channeled through a deliberately open filter.
The magic circle rings and runes hidden under the floor gradually lighted up, and layers of visible or invisible intertwined three-dimensional shields and protective fields unfolded. The core area and engine output power of the Iron-Blooded Ship continued to increase. Each dimensional layer emits an arrogant and high-pitched harmonic chant.
The warning lights all over the body of Baht Walter on the forward bridge are flashing, and the captain is doing his best to allocate energy supply according to the orders he has received.
The quill rustled on the parchment, and Adalic's hair and eyebrows in the magic circle were covered with white frost. The crackling sound of psychic energy and the subtle smell of ozone gradually became stronger.
“This smell... is really complete. It really makes people wonder what he has done before... the preferences of the Lord of Changes, the legacy of the person in charge of the triple cycle, and a little bit of the Blood God. The fishy smell, but in the end he should have given a part of himself to the rule of the Dark Prince... Huh? How come there are still traces of the corpse worshiper's energy - "The light golden energy flame came from the Raven Guard. Emmenut heard a heavy cold snort coming from the Contemptor Fearless, but he had no time to pay attention. The power of the ancient corpse was being activated by the invasion of chaotic energy, and it rushed towards the wizard. Come, burn this evil existence——
The Thousand Sons Chaos Space Marine stood still, stretched out his hands, grasped his staff, and loudly and clearly read the syllables of the evil, ancient, blasphemous, and extinct alien language of the incantation. In an instant, a wave of Full of billions of possibilities, bright and strong, he has never felt such pure power of chaos pouring into his body——
The force between solid and liquid emerges from the top of the staff. The colorful energy that is constantly changing between the gaseous state instantly envelopes the whole body of the dark crow, and annihilates each other with the faint golden flame. The naked eye can never gaze at the wonderful color existence for more than a blink of an eye, because every bit of the hue is a piece of The blue, purple, red and green feathers reflected by crystal fragments of different colors——
The lost knowledge of countless unknown worlds, the fate of countless sentient beings, and the answers to countless difficult questions are as consistent as the lines on your fingers. As soon as it appeared clearly in Emmenut's mind, the ecstasy of such a blissful experience made his lips tremble, his teeth chattered, and he could hardly stand still.
But the Supreme Wizard knew the dire consequences of making the slightest mistake at this moment. He concentrated and tried his best to keep an eye on his target. His spell-casting gestures were still precise, and the repeated words from his mouth were guided by complex incantations. The syllables remained extremely stable.
The Thousand Sons Wizard stood in the magic circle, facing the psychic hurricane, roaring crazily and shouting out the runes that would eventually burn the mark of chaos on Adalic's tongue. The output of his think tank hood was too large due to the increase in power. And cracks began to appear, "Always remember Prospero! For the Scarlet King!"
The golden and blue energy roared and devoured each other. The body of the Raven Guard, which was the main battlefield of this miniature battle, was suspended in mid-air, bound by the colorful energy field. A large number of green energy rune chains were continuously cracked and broken from the cells. The restoration miraculously preserved his physical integrity.
Vanus was involuntarily convulsing and twisting in pain, and uncontrollable, sharp, inhuman, broken moans and screams came out of the Space Marine's mouth, indicating that he was suffering from constant death and rebirth. He was in agony, but his purple eyes were still fixed on the person behind the table.
Elder Khadomo's quill was still writing without any pause or hesitation. Aharin couldn't help but use the corner of his eye to peek at "Perturabo" sitting behind the desk. .
And Lamizane raised the cup, drank half the cup of coffee, sighed, and showed a comforting expression to the Raven Guard.
"C'estlaviepasleparadis, Adalic, I promise you, it will be over soon, soon."
There seemed to be a low grunt and breath of satisfaction coming from the Contemptor Dreadnought. At first, he did not understand what kind of sound it was. Then, the Iron Warrior suddenly realized that it was another part of his genetic father. A form is laughing.
Gua——
See you in six o’clock
(End of this chapter)