Chapter 77 You shouldn’t help him
Lami Zane finally sat down in his seat again in full armor before the 300th second after breakfast, and put the remaining thunder Finished the coffee in one gulp.
A bit cold, he thought to himself.
Although this temperature change does not mean much to his current body, he still maintains the small habits and preferences of a human in all aspects, and Perturabo is There was some criticism of this, but there was never any major objection.
When more than a dozen large and small sensors installed on LOGOS used different methods to send out dangerous warnings or predictions to Lamizane at the same time that they detected the approach of special psychic targets, he knew that Pei The person Turabo told himself to wait for arrived.
He turned his attention to the door of the office. It was also made of multi-layered special composite materials with runes on the interlayer. The surface of the door was covered with a layer of decorative hardwood produced in Tannis. The door leaf with simple carved frame lines was made of gold. There is no other decoration than the handle and the silver skull carving.
Both Soltarn and Dassadra have suggested that such a door would be too plain and accessible for a visitor to the Primarch, and not adequate for the offices of the Honored Primarch. It was gorgeous and majestic, but both Lamizane and Perturabo thought it was pretty good.
[Look at the terrifying aesthetics of the old skeleton and people’s expectations for more. This subtle idea is not immune even in the eyes of fear - some are even more complicated. , it's hard not to think that even the betrayers are still deeply influenced by them to this day. 】
Lami Zane thought of Perturabo's sharp comments on this, and couldn't help but bring a smile to the corner of his mouth.
The door made the sound of the door handle being turned.
It was a very personal meeting, so there was no one else in the reception space but the Iron Ring Guards.
He has sent Vanus in advance to guard the shadows outside the door in order to stun and arrest any stalkers who try to approach here from another level, whether they are birds, mammals or other something.
The Lord of Steel raised his slightly smiling face and faced the person who walked in at this moment.
“Uh————!!!!!!”
The psychic consultant shook a bit, his staff almost slipped out of hand, and his weak body almost fell down On the ground.
The reason why it was "almost" was because before he actually fell, the majestic demigod just raised his leg and took a step forward - then he arrived at the door at a speed that could not be caught by the naked eye and held him up.
Witnessing all this, the demon Primarch Bianmu made an extremely dissatisfied complaint from his heart at the other end of the room.
【You——shouldn’t help me! Damn your eyes with fear, this is too disgusting! I mean, it's very un-steel, very un-me! 】
【Uh, but didn’t you just tell me that this Uther Maatla was ‘very familiar’ with you and ‘you don’t have to hide anything’, ‘You can tell him As my close friend'? Since you have such a good relationship, I can't just watch him fall on the floor of your office as soon as he walks in? It's inappropriate from any aspect. ]
[...] Perturabo was suspiciously silent for a moment.
In the end, the demon Bian Mu agreed with difficulty. 【All right. Anyway, you have been helped up. 】
The Iron Guards stood quietly on both sides of the office like sculptures, and the electronic eyes of the mechanical guards all flashed red.
On the other hand, Maatla, the psychic advisor who was lucky enough to be lifted up by the original hand, looked increasingly frightened. He stared straight at the Iron Warrior Primarch Perturabo who "kindly helped up the fallen mortal with a smile and asked for help."
"I..."
Has a pair of eyes as penetrating and deep as a big green sea, skin like fine dark fragrant wood, and black shoulder length with dark wine color luster The slender mortal young man with blond hair pursed his lips, as if he couldn't find the right words to express his great honor to be supported by the original body. It could be seen that the frightened psyker had tried to maintain a certain reserved posture before entering the office. Of course, all such attempts had been blown away by the wind as the unbroken horse lay on its back.
"Oh, don't worry, it's okay, Maatra, he told me everything. Just relax here, you can wait until you calm down before talking."
Lami Zain Not only did he help the person up, he even generously and carefully stroked the psionic person's thin back, which was wrapped in fine linen calasiris and woolen shawl.
The other party immediately coughed loudly, sounding like he was choking on his own saliva.
The reason why he was so careful was for no other reason than that the palm of his hand behind the armor was almost as wide as the back of a mortal young man when fully extended.
Even for ordinary men, this can be classified as too thin.
[Although I have long heard from various channels that many psykers are very fragile in physical form, it is quite surprising to me that your 'most familiar close friend' consultant is this kind of person. , Pepe. 】
【What is this kind of style? What kind of goosebumps-inducing expression is this? Where did you read something before? You really need to wash your mind. His appearance has nothing to do with any of my likes and dislikes, I must seriously state that. Also, what do you originally think my consultant should look like? 】
The demon border collie wrinkled his nose in disgust.
[Uh, I originally thought you had not set up such a position, even if there was one,] The body of the Fourth Primarch thought carefully for an extra 0.0001 millisecond, [Probably Tigris or Mo Fisto, the kind of macho melee spell master who will be knocked over by one of his sticks if you break through his spells? 】
[Hmph... Tigris is all that matters. I really don’t know why you would think of the descendants of Sanguinius. 】
【Probably some kind of mysterious imaginary intuition. 】
In this short time, Uther Maatla finally calmed down his breathing. He grabbed his staff and pushed himself up, looking up at at least two people. He is such a tall giant.
"It's a pleasure to see you again, my... friend." A look of emotion appeared on the young and prematurely weakened face of the psyker, "Your appearance looks... unchanged at all. "
"That's good," he said happily, "that's good."
His eyes turned from the amiable giant to the border collie on the other side of the room, which was sitting on a throne and looking down at him.
"A wonderful double harmony. So, my noble friends, to which Perturabo should I send my greetings now?"
Thus Uther He asked, gathering his shawl and walking toward the desk and throne with his staff.
【Wow, I must say, have you really ever had such a mortal friend who can be so casual in front of you? It’s incredible! 】
【...Just because you haven’t read it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. ] The dog said mechanically, [I have a bad feeling, I hope he won't be assimilated by you so quickly. 】
Gua.
(End of this chapter)