Chapter 78: Go to the psionic optimization mod version of psyker Ma'atra
Destiny Steel
In the chapter leader's office
Two people and one dog (not a dog! )’s conversation venue has been moved to several sofas behind the cubicle as the conversation progresses, and the atmosphere is now harmonious and harmonious.
Lamizane sat happily on the sofa amidst Uther's very complicated expression and often blinked hard, rubbing the mane on the back of Perturabo's neck with the fingertips of one hand.
The expression on the Fourth Primarch's furry long black and white face still looked inscrutable, but the collie's sideways ears and tail indicated a comfortable but nervous mood.
[Hey, Pepe, I have to say, where did you find such a psychic consultant? It was such a pleasure to chat with him, and it felt great to know that no matter what slang or allusion you used, he would understand and pick up on it. 】
【Hehe. 】
[Although his body looks a bit weak, the sensor readings from LOGOS tell me that his psychic power is very strong, right? This is really great, I have been worried that it is not safe enough in this universe with just the fighting power of a few of us and the iron ring...]
[Haha. 】
[Since you have a person like him as your friend, why would you still...]
The dog stared at someone with an expression like "I will suffocate you to death with my meat pad while you sleep."
【Uh... I'd better change the topic. 】
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“Since Perturabo has explained our situation to you in advance, I think you can call me Lamizane.”
The Fourth Primarch's body was beaming with joy at the knowledge that it no longer had to be concealed from visitors.
“Thank God, we finally have someone here who can talk easily with his mouth! I was worried that I would have to have a showdown with Aharin if I stayed any longer...”
[I’m glad you didn’t, otherwise I would have had to order Aharin to shoot himself in the head. 】
【Pepe! 】
After the initial surprise passed, Uther seemed to be much more relaxed. He responded with a smile, "No problem, Lamizane. Very special syllables... Does this name have any meaning?"
"Hahahaha, this name does seem deceptive at first glance! But it doesn't mean anything. I think it was just my dad who gave it to me."
"My father must not want you to be with me." It is not uncommon for people to have the same name. Many parents give their children unique names. For example, my former adoptive father also gave me a different name than I do now. "
Elegant and slim young man. He nodded and started to add the eighth sugar cube to his coffee cup. Lamizane's eyelids jumped and there was a bitter taste in his mouth. He decided to pretend not to notice.
"Adoptive father...ah, I'm sorry. So, your name was not Uther Maatra before?"
"It doesn't matter, that was a long time ago. I Now you can look at them from a completely new perspective. Yes, I didn’t use this name before, and others didn’t call me that, so it’s normal that you don’t know me.”
Uther picked up the thick, sweet coffee, took a sip, frowned, and put down the cup as if he disliked the fact that it was still bitter.
"Let me just say, although...right, it's self-eating, fragmentary, obscure, and loves the Riddler, but I still remember very much whether Perturabo has a psychic advisor or not. Clear. So what was your previous name?"
"I was called the Scarlet Giant by my adoptive father and others, and some also called me Cyclops."
"Hmm. ...So...you used to be called MAGNUS and THERED. Haha, this name is completely opposite to yours..."
Then a loud roar shook the entire office.
The huge data flow surrounding the Iron Blood caused oscillations back and forth.
Captain Walter loudly issued data correction orders on the bridge, and the bridge and technical officers nervously shuttled between various consoles. "What did you say?! What was your previous name?!!!"
The psychic consultant blinked his blue-green eyes innocently and briskly, "Don't be so surprised. , my dear friend.”
He emphasized the word “friend” very strongly.
The border collie, who had been watching with cold eyes until now, sighed through his nose.
【Okay, if there are any other problems, it's best for you two to understand each other clearly now. ——Remember to tell him this too. 】
"I, no, he, this, you, but you, this, why did it become like this?! Shouldn't you look like that?! Like that?!"
"Well... …If you want to ask me why I look like this, at least I can tell you directly about my body shape, skin color, and hair color, because this is what I look like after my psychic energy is exhausted.”
"Huh? Exhausted?! But your psychic readings? Huh?"
"To me, this level is not much different from not having psychic powers." The fifteenth Primarch, who was not Magnus, looked happily at the body of his incoherent brother and friend.
Then he turned his head to the frowning border collie.
"It seems you have a very, very good body, Perturabo."
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Destiny Steel Number
Pharmacist's Workshop
Julius stood in the intensive care unit, looking worriedly at the almost broken Emmenute lying in the medical cabin.
The sudden violent psychic scream and its chaotic echo also had a great impact on Julius. The acting priest had actually been unable to take a good rest for a long time. His expression was He looked pale and haggard due to unknown interference, days of constant meditation and confession, and the sunken shadows could even be seen on his cheeks.
The injuries suffered by his mentor were even more serious. Glimmering spiritual cracks extended from the depths like cracks in extremely dry land, spreading like spider webs across the surface of the Thousand Sons' body. The think tank director seemed to be in a precarious position. Without multiple positions and rune protection, he might be shattered into a large puddle of biomass and psychic ash at any time.
Hong Suo checked the data on the medical panel, walked over and patted him on the shoulder.
"Still blaming yourself for not being there?" The pharmacist shook his head at him with a look of sincere sympathy.
"Don't blame yourself, little Julius. This was an accident. No one wanted or thought that such a thing would happen, but since we are sailing in the void of this damn galaxy, accidents will It's not an accident if it happens. I think poor old Emmenut has told you before why he is the only one left in our chapter's think tank - the cruelty of this universe is fair to everyone, human beings. You will die. Julius, all I can do is bring your teacher back as much as possible."
"Thank you, Master Hongsuo," the think tank apprentice turned around. I understand. I am very grateful for your efforts to save Master Emmenut."
"It's good that you understand. You can stay with him for a while and remember to update the access code when you leave. "Honso patted the acting pastor on the shoulder again and left.
Julius looked thoughtfully at the think tank director in the medical cabin.
"Perhaps, it is indeed time to end all this..."
The cold light in the cabin reflected his skull helmet, one side of Julius Robert Omar's face was illuminated by the light, and The face on the other side was hidden in the shadows.
Gua.
Time for readers to answer questions
1. Did Xiaoma pinch the new leather sheath herself or did Peipei pinch it with her paw pads?
Answer: Looking at the title, it’s like this when the horse is out of blue.
2. Apart from developing Reka Coffee and some Pepe work, does Lamy have other jobs? I feel very free, and I will hit it off with Xiaoma the whole time
Answer: Lamy was actually supposed to do something that Chaos should do, but the author encountered a severe flu and two financial demons in a short period of time. The raid (.) So he gathered the team members on the ship first (?)
(End of this chapter)