Chapter 75 Wrapped in Oil Paper
【I have almost lost my patience with the continuous accumulation of this kind of imaginary and cowardly game. 】
Perturabo solemnly announced at the breakfast table.
The Primarch's Acolyte Alharin is bringing them this morning's fruit (thanks to the efforts of a certain master), eggs (but there are no chickens on board the Ironblood), fried Glocks bacon, artificial milk, After the caramel (no sugar!) creamy coffee and the roasted starch burger browned on both sides, it was off to carry out the furry father's orders.
So there are only Perturabo, Ramizane and Vannas in this room now.
"Uh, I don't quite understand what you mean, Perturabo." Lamizane sat at the table and wiped his mouth. "What do you want to say?"
He reached over and used the border collie's napkin to wipe off the milk on the fluff around the dog's mouth, and stuffed a peeled fruit into his mouth. .
Vanus doesn't like the bright morning light, so the Raven Guard still hides in the shadow of Lamizane without any sense of existence. From time to time, part of the breakfast in front of him will disappear.
【I mean. The dog chewed the fruit, swallowed it, and cleared his throat, while the primarch's body stared at him worriedly, fearing that the sound the Border Collie was making with his throat would make him spit it out.
[As much as I love mazes and building them, I no longer feel the need - it's time to introduce my psychic advisor to you and my heirs. 】
Lamizane looked like he couldn't believe his own ears.
"What the hell-?"
[My psychic advisor. ] Perturabo repeated.
Vanus's gaze lifted from the shadows.
"No, wait a minute," Perturabo held his forehead with his index and middle fingers, turned his head to the side, closed his eyes, and waved his hands to the demon border collie, "Please let me wake up. Wake up, did I not wake up? You? Iron Warrior? How did these words come out of your mouth? >
The Raven Guard hid himself even more inconspicuously, his eyes shining brightly in the unnatural darkness.
[It seems a bit exaggerated to be so surprised, Lamizane. 】The dog's tone sounded a little proud and dissatisfied.
[I have powerful psychic power, and my psychic power drives every aspect of my Iron Body and Iron Guard. So why can't I have a psychic counselor? I once had an entire legion, a court, and a fleet, and you would be surprised if I said I had no advisers in this regard. 】
"The Fourth Legion - has never been famous for psychic combat. I don't even know if they set up a think tank position after your return. And I remember that although the Iron Warriors have psykers, There are very few positive mentions of those records of psychic combat monks - at least I have not read any relevant records."
Perturabo's own ice-blue eyes looked at the black and white ones with doubt. Primarch Sheepdog.
"Which folder did you suddenly pull out such a psychic advisor to the original body?"
[The absence of records does not mean that there are none. You should really take the time to read those old papers. ] The Demon Border Priest replied calmly, [If you must ask this, I took it out from the Sewer Stasis Stand of the Eye of Terror wrapped in oil paper. Are you satisfied? 】"Oh my God, this is horrible, are you trying to tell me a joke?! You are not Perturabo! Who are you?!"
Lamizan En made a pretentious defensive move, laughed loudly and rubbed the shepherd's furry back, "You are so cute, my puppy."
[I am Perturabo. 】The border collie began to sneer and pick out the egg yolks from his plate to eat. He seemed to have lost patience with the other party's stupidity and was ready to end the topic.
[My 'faithful' psychic advisor Uthr Maatra will arrive here in the 300 seconds after breakfast. 】
"What?! Wait! Are you serious?! You really have one?! He's coming now?!" Lamizane jumped up from his chair, "Oh my God! I’m still wearing pajamas! Power armor! ”
Let’s not talk about the fact that you have to change into pajamas every day, that’s not your motivation. A, thank you. 】The dog grinds his teeth, 【That’s mine. 】
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“This is really amazing...I mean, such an unexpectedly bad situation.”< br>
Hong Suo looked at the one in front of him - after he took it out and noticed something was wrong, he immediately threw it into the stasis box. Therefore, it showed a subtle half-alive, half-dead, half-bulging mass of flesh and blood mixed with shimmering light. , the other half is the gene seed solidified in the magical fire and dust of psychic embers.
His apprentice frowned solemnly and began to flip through his notes in the retina browser, "We really know very little about the gene seed extraction and transplantation of the think tank battle monks. I thought I was There is enough information in the library. This situation has never appeared in the records. We did not expect that we would encounter it."
Parogov's voice became more complicated as he read through it. With an admiring tone, he said, "Master Hongsuo, you are right. This kind of surprise medical exercise is indeed an act of extremely practical significance. I must apologize to you for my previous doubts. For example, in this situation , Suppose tonight we are in a battle or after a battle and have to hurriedly recover the gene seeds of the director of the Emmenut Think Tank——"
The sudden look is like a hallucinatory drop from the flood. Suo's sly face slid over, and the master pharmacist immediately continued what his apprentice said with a solemn look, "That's right, Parogov, if it were not in the laboratory but on the battlefield, I'm afraid we could only watch us lose the think tank at the same time. Brother and his gene seed. You don’t have to apologize for this. Reservation of everything before the truth is the first lesson I teach you.”
“So when we have complete experimental conditions, We should seize every opportunity to carry out similar practical activities." The master pharmacist nodded, as if he had been convinced, "Little Nilaidoa, you have a smarter head than you look. You are in the field of medicine and pharmacy. Maybe you can achieve higher achievements than me on the way.”
"Thank you, and I sincerely hope so, Master Honso. May my work be a powerful inspiration, both to the continuation of the Chapter and to the devotion of my battle-brothers to the throne."
His apprentice lowered his head slightly and accepted the teacher's praise politely but calmly.
"Okay, now let's quickly repair the outer side of the 'effective' Emmenute's neck and the scapuloclavicular muscle and clavicle triangle area..."
Gua.
See you at six o’clock
Also, I guess you want to know the meaning of the name? Of course it has meaning, but it has been transformed. I think it would be difficult to understand it immediately if you don't happen to know about it. Hahaha, I completely understand GW's naming method (why don't you learn this?)< br>
(End of this chapter)