Chapter 74 A white horse is not a horse
“Huh...”
Lami Zain rolled over unconsciously on his bed wrapped in quilt.
The indoor lighting is kept at a suitable darkness for sleeping.
Aharin had already lit the electric fireplace for his fathers before leaving the room. The decorative pine charcoal on the heating plate gave off a light fragrance of Lipana cedar with a slight metallic smell of mountain top rocks.
There are many documents, brushes, paints, various tools, half-made felt hangings and unfinished chess pieces placed on the large rectangular workbench behind the screen.
It is true that not only were the Scions Astartes designed to be life forms that could survive in extreme environments with very little rest to satisfy their needs for sleep, a Primarch was an unquestionable miracle of genetic engineering. It can work continuously.
The bottom line of the pitiful rest time that the original body can push himself to the limit has been tested by a younger brother of his body in the future, but this has nothing to do with Lami Zane. What's the relationship?
When a person feels that he needs to sleep for seven hours before he can think and do things normally, he must find a way to sleep for seven hours - Ramizan Carosini.
The original body's huge body stretched its legs, his back arched, and touched a warm and furry round thing. Well, this should be Pepe.
With this stable knowledge, the Fourth Primarch's body buried its head into the elastic pillow, and fell into the next round of deep sleep with satisfaction.
The fire in the fireplace glowed peacefully, reflecting the large self-heating plush pillow on the bed.
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Destiny Steel
Pharmacist’s new workshop
The life-support module placed in the medical module lobby is now empty.
After careful treatment by the pharmacists and apprentices, the wounded veterans who were lying here in the valley at that time have been discharged from the hospital and returned to their jobs with enthusiasm and motivation.
So the daily work focus of the master pharmacist and his apprentice has naturally returned to the creative and inquisitive scientific research track of the past.
Under the shadowless light, Emmenut, the supreme wizard of the Thousand Sons, who had removed all his power armor, was lying quietly on Honso's operating table.
Julius is not here, and the acting pastor seems to have some mission, but before he left, he promised to come back as soon as possible to visit his teacher again.
"Master Honso, I feel that our behavior this time is not appropriate."
Parogov handed a hemostat to his teacher, who was selecting a suitable downward incision with the help of a medical lens .
“No, no, little Niraidoa, this is our respectable monk brother, Emmenut, regarding the research on the special properties of the Thousand-Think Tank type gene seeds that we are going to conduct next. ——On the importance of psychic properties in gene seeds and the laws of inheritance, a great contribution to this topic."
Hong Suo's medical lens shimmered, and he carefully separated the dense blood vessel network. , subcutaneous tissue and muscles, and carefully pushed the separated skin flap aside. Deep in the angle between the bones, he had seen the special shape of the gene seed reflecting the faint light of the surgical lens.
“We should be proud of him and his donation, and make good use of this precious symbol of friendship.”
The pharmacist apprentice promptly delivered trays and medical dressing gel.
"That's true, Master Honso, but is it too cruel for us to accept the entrustment of Julius' care and extract his seeds while his teacher is unconscious?"< br>
"Little Nilaidoa, I am the head apothecary of this chapter. My authority allows me to perform medical treatments that I deem necessary on the battle brothers in the chapter. I told you. ?”
“Yes, teacher, I have no problem.”
“Very good, hand me the long-nose pliers, I want to take it out...”
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In the last millisecond before dawn, the star map of the universe started an irregular change that lasted for one millisecond.
The weaver with the greatest destiny tries to see clearly from the constant reconstruction where the thread will be knotted this time.
Loyal or disloyal soothsayers and prophets communicated in panic the language of the stars.
The signs, rules and rituals have left their proper place, and everything is a mess.
More people fell directly into madness or turned into a chaos egg.
The ritual operations carefully prepared by countless wizards have experienced unpredictable and incomprehensible deviations at this moment.
The fear monsters and the great demons screamed in the thousands of possibilities, and even the ever-changing demon king began to fail one after another in the extremely violent whirlpool of change in the crystal maze. But the blazing flames covered everything, burning a millisecond of eternity to ashes.
Such great power has attracted the attention of the gods in various kingdoms.
But the initiator did not leave any traces, and what was presented to the eyes of the gods was still the play being performed in front of the stage.
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“I am...a blink of an eye in memory, the ruins of a destroyed ivory tower, a twisted and broken A daydream. I am——"
"Hush."
The dog remained motionless and majestic.
"Keep your knowledge, but don't say the name, don't say who you are, remember, you are, but you are not Magnus."
"What?"
< br>"If you want to be yourself, then you can't be Magnus."
The giant's single eye met the Border Collie's bright eyes again.
The former moved his gaze to the side somewhat escaping reality.
"You can be anyone, but you can't be Magnus."
Perturabo repeated again in his electronic voice, "I thought you were a smart man, we are running out of time. "
The echo of the Scarlet King seemed to have just woken up. He looked up at the moon on the winged wall - it was slowly sliding towards the early morning, and the celestial sphere representing the sun on the other side was rising. rise.
There is a grand consciousness that is revealed to him from the long river of time and space through this non-human figure who claims to be his fourth brother.
That was not the whisper of the ether, nor the spirit of the vast ocean. Magnus suddenly realized that it was someone who was forged with blood and iron from billions of years of long and exhausting time. signpost.
“——Before the sun rises——”
“——You will begin this journey——”
“——Escape from the Crystal Temple——”
< br>“——ONE becomes TWO——”
“——MAGNUS becomes MORTAL——”
"——The fragrance of sinking water grows on the scarlet rose——"
"——The journey of the white horse is not a horse at the end——"
"——It protects everything that is not false And things without pretense sleep in it——"
"——The only mortal body——"
"——The city that never falls——"
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"——Claws of free flight——"
"——You will be again——"
"——Great again——"
Quack——< br>
There is a slight spoiler in these two chapters. If you don’t want to be spoiled, you can praise the author’s success in the Riddler’s cultivation——
In addition, if there is no refresh after 2 o'clock tomorrow, then two chapters will be refreshed at 6 o'clock——
(End of this chapter)