Chapter 68 Intolerable Folly
The pharmacists on the screen are trying to open the hatch.
After finally successfully diverting Lamizane's attention with a phone call that seemed to make sense but was actually completely unreasonable, the border collie also re-invested himself in his daily work.
But some things still make me feel bad when I think about them.
"(A foul language so unpleasant that it cannot be translated) Peeping Tom, old bastard, get out of here and don't do it again! It's just a matter of time!" Perturabo sat on his sofa throne and used other people's mumbled an incomprehensible canine guttural voice. "It is an intolerable folly to pretend to be crazy just to cover it up."
Lamizane heard the sound of the shepherd dog yelping, and took a special look at the muttering puppy over there. 【Are you okay? Perturabo? 】
【It's okay - I suggest you focus mainly on Hong Suo and his apprentice. 】
【Ah...Okay, it looks like they are going to move the contents. 】
The attention of the Fourth Primarch's body was finally diverted again.
The dog glanced over there and viciously marked the important items on the item "About the fifth strengthening of the ship's anti-subspace stance security work" on the to-do data board.
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Destiny Steel
Hall of Omens
After the purification ceremony finally ended successfully (?), Julius performed the ritual method His psychic teacher Emmenut was recovered from the formation - the latter was not dead, but was in a bad condition. He seemed to have fallen into some kind of deep coma, such as psychic overdraft or omen shock.
Although he was worried about his teacher's condition, fortunately there were two veterans of the Second Company who could be entrusted to him. After leaving the think tank director in the care of reliable older space warriors, Julius sincerely Obeying his duty, he returned to the venue and once again used the holy object and his own power to examine the antique.
The training warehouse is still humming softly.
The towering painted gold door of the Omen Hall opened quietly, and the dozens of tons of doors moved as smoothly as opening a satin curtain.
This outstanding work of art that combines mysticism and technology has an extremely sophisticated weight distribution and transmission mechanism, making its opening and closing a counter-intuitive lightness, and it is opened under the protective measures in the hall. When doing so, ensure that the door’s normal traffic function and security measures do not interfere with each other.
It also allows for a certain level of security scanning of people coming in and out, so people in the lobby only glance briefly at the entrance.
"Well...why isn't the ceremony over yet?" Hongsuo strode into the hall, the soles of his metal boots hitting the smooth patterned floor, making a sound that was neither gold nor stone.
"Dear Julius, how much time do you need to complete it?"
The acting priest who was chanting holy prayers did not respond to the pharmacist master, but nodded slightly to him to indicate that he had seen the person coming.
"Julius obviously doesn't have a second mouth to answer your question now, Master."
Parogov's voice came from the helmet, and the sound filtered by the grille carried Electronic style and weird inflection, but this extremely impressive voice still managed to make the war blacksmiths on the side look distorted.
“Haha——! If he wants, I can install one for him!”
"You can install one for yourself first, Master."
The pharmacists stood next to the culture chamber, began to check their tools, and unloaded one from the gravity sled that was used as a receiving and storage platform. Mobile medical cabin.
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“What is this——! We have already returned to the King of Chaos and Steel, and now Not only do we have to guard a servant of the Lord of Changes here, but we also have a living saint or descendant or something similar who may be the Loyalist Primarch standing in front of us."
Shanto in private communication. The channel started complaining again. "If there's anything worse, it's that the Loyalist Primarch's name is Rogal Dorn."
Dassadra responded to him impatiently, "Okay, Shanto, I suggest you save some time and talk to your old rival next time. What is his name, Lysander?" ?You can complain about this to him."
"Ahhh, good advice, Dasadra. I would be happy if I could chop off the loyal Danat's limbs before the conversation begins. Better."
"Do your thing, Shanto."
In the middle of the hall, the priest's work was finally over, and he stepped aside to look after his teacher. Provide space for pharmacists to operate.
Honso stepped forward, his medical lenses flashing, and he carefully looked at the antique relic.
"Turn on your helmet camera to record, Parogov, this work begins..."
The master of pharmacy has used sensor scanning and naked eye observation to decompose this machine in his eyes for a long time. He activated the auxiliary device on the surgical arm of his backpack, and combined with the power and laser tools in his hand, he dismantled and moved it with the speed and stability of precision surgery.
"The outer layers have all been opened. Open the first layer."
"The first layer is opened, and the second layer is cracked, oh... the password, okay, very typical of arrogance. The Mechanicus password settings are large and easy to crack and are all given away...hehehe...but what's the use of it?"
"It's really a rare multiple insurance measures and energy redundancy mechanism, but why didn't he just use the stasis stance? Well, I guess there was no long-term storage plan before the crash... Obviously your previous owner valued you very much, hey , Hello, Black Princess. "
"Master Hongsuo, using the title "Princess" for an ancient and respectable warrior would appear to be a very strange hobby for you. Perhaps, the title "Black Knight" is more appropriate. "
"Oh, little Nilaidoa, don't be so serious. I admit that I am a little frivolous. Maybe it's because I am in a good mood because I have cracked these little tricks."
The last thin layer of high-strength crystal cover that covered the mourning crow slowly faded away from the hidden mezzanine on the side, and the contents of this cultivation chamber that had been drifting in the universe for an unknown period of time were finally fully displayed in front of everyone. .
The mist caused by the evaporation of the cryogenic liquid spread downwards, and the flowing milky white tendrils slid across the pharmacist's white power armor boots.
Nikon Sharokin sleeps quietly in his ancient metal life-support coffin, and some details that have been obscured by the frost and fog from an unknown period of time are exposed.
Biological relay plugs, life-saving tubes, and mechanical cables were inserted deeply into various parts of his body with precision and coldness. Even with incredible long-term energy supply, his fat and excess muscle layers actually It has been consumed very thin, almost to nothing, so the whole person looks slimmer and slender, almost unlike the usual broad figure of the Astartes.
The two largest wounds on his body were filled with granulation tissue, proliferated blood vessels and pipelines. It seemed that they did not grow back together because of the implants. This once again verified Hongsuo's guess about the accident. .
"So we can see..."
While the pharmacist was going through the inspections one by one and explaining them to attract the attention of everyone in the hall, his little apprentice was quiet He wiped the wounds on the ancient warrior's body with a piece of medical dressing and carefully collected the medical waste.
"Next we can transfer so that we can study the two separately..."
Lami Zane took a sip of tea in front of the monitor screen.
Suddenly the sound of weapons sounded simultaneously within 0.0001 seconds.
At least three twin bolters were aimed at Parogov simultaneously.
Quack!
(End of this chapter)