Chapter 84 Eternal Philosophical Questions
Destiny Steel
The Hall of Omens that has just been temporarily reinforced
Internal alert and automatic defense mode α-α-α-15- 9-Ω is opening
Lobby combat readiness level: red-red-orange
The psychic defense stance of this hall is truly impeccable and self-disciplined. No wonder Master Emmenut is so relaxed every time he tries any divination method here.
After feeling the etheric shock wave just now produce a negligible impact on the surface of his armor in an incredible way and dissipate into invisible dust, the acting priest couldn't help but murmured in his heart, and at the same time, he also My heart returned to my stomach - it seemed that the approach of bringing Ma'atla in just in time and activating the preset automatic defense was completely correct.
Julius withdrew his eyes and looked at the opposite side with some worry, as if he had been stimulated many times in a short period of time and might be frightened again at any time, and he was holding on to his shawl tightly like a stressed owl. A psychic counselor who wraps himself up as best he can.
"Consultant Maatra? Are you okay?" He tried to take half a step forward.
"Don't come close to me!!!!" The thin mortal on the other side trembled when he heard his voice.
"I'm warning you -! Don't come here! You are the illusion sent by the Ulterior to try to confuse me! Damn bastard, who are you?! Carlos?! Abalalex?! Jagturos ? Or - I know! You must be a changing spirit!"
Every name that the psychic consultant shouted was vibrating like a bell. The eardrums of the acting priest, even with the help of the strict and horizontal defensive formations here, Julius still began to feel dizzy. He suddenly realized that every name uttered by the other party had been mentioned in "Devil's True Names and Curse Treatment". I have read their corresponding entries in the book "Relationship".
On the ground, although the defensive spells were still shining with bright white light, black frost flowers still began to form in some places, and the blurred fox fire flickered through the increasingly thin curtain, and there were pleasant little sounds. The giggling of things came from all over the dark corners, and the impatient scraping of swords and stamping of feet stimulated the auditory nerves of the acting priest.
"This is not okay! Shut your mouth immediately, we must stop all this immediately!!!" He shouted at the advisor with a louder voice, "You will open the cracks in the subspace and attract the evil gods and evil spirits. The Inanimate One! ! "
"What are you talking about? What evil god is attracted to him?" Aren’t you just——”
No matter what he originally planned to say, the next words were frozen on the tip of his trembling tongue.
"You, you, you..."
The smell of ozone in the air became stronger and stronger, and the psychic consultant clutched his staff in horror, because he saw——
His brother, the proud, cold, calculating and functional Thirteenth Son of the Emperor, Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds, Master of the Armor of Reason, Robert Guilliman (of face), solemnly and devoutly held up to him a book of the Emperor's Holy Words, which was surrounded by various chaotic energies and radiated with cold golden light. The signature of Lorgar Aurelion, the demon prince of undivided chaos, was in the Holy Words. The human skin cover of the record flashed, and a laurel wreath of lightning thorns formed by the endless spiritual energy from the vast ocean was wrapped around his forehead. His eyes melted like the core of a star. He opened his mouth and shouted the name of the saint in the name of God. Name——
Uther Maatla felt in confusion and despair at this moment that since the recasting, his cognition and personality, which he thought was well-constructed, began to undergo a spiritual reorganization and reorganization. Quenching.
The gears start turning.
The power of the demigods gathers.
He finally couldn't help but curse before starting again.
"I am riding on a horse to XXXX your XXXX, Perturabo, what the hell did you do on a horse this time?!!!"
The sound of Maatra's final collapse was drowned in a platinum storm of black thunder and lightning.
——————————————
A leaked alert message stream suddenly jumped into the retinal screen of Lamizane sitting at his desk.
【Huh? Are the alarm readings in the Hall of Omens flashing again? Emmenute isn't using it now, so why is it still flashing? I'll go over and take a look... Huh? Are the sensors already occupied? 】
【Don’t look, it’s Maatra who is demonstrating the new course to Julius inside. It’s not a big problem, I’m listening, and I’ll monitor it for you by the way. 】The border collie calmly used its meat pad to wipe the scene away from Lamizane's eyes.
[If you have finished all the work assigned to you today, you can go and take a look at the new bridge briefing sent by Walter. Then think about what we're going to have for dinner. 】
[Oh, that's good if you're already watching it, dinner...] The body of the Fourth Primarch immediately fell into focused contemplation on the eternal philosophical question of "What will we have for dinner later?" ——————————————————
“Advisor Ma’atra? Consultant Ma’atra?”
Psychic Advisor The officer came out of his musings.
Sitting in front of him was Julius, the think tank apprentice and priest who had just accepted his guidance and completed a pleasant exploration and travel with him in the vast ocean.
"Sorry, Julius." He replied pleasantly, "My state of mind was a little shaken during the exploration just now. Did it scare you?"
"No." The young monk opposite Shaking his head, "This is my first time... flying in it? Sailing so far, those things are so crazy. Thank you for expending your strength and taking the risk to introduce me to this new knowledge," Acting Pastor Said sincerely, "This will allow me to better understand the contents of the book, and also allow me to better serve the Throne and the Chapter."
"Haha," the psychic consultant released his grip. Holding the opponent's hand, "It's okay, Julius - by the way, can I call you Robert?"
"Uh, of course?" The blond young man looked a little confused as a monk. Mind, "You and the Chapter Master like to call me by my middle name."
"Oh?" The mortal young man seemed to unintentionally guide the Astartes along, "That's a coincidence. . I don’t know why he called you that, but I can tell you why I wanted to call you that.”
"I'm all ears, advisor."
"Well...because you look very much like my brother," Ma'atra's voice sounded nostalgic, "and he also has Robert in his name."
“Well, I don’t know how to answer, Master Maatra.”
“It’s okay, Robert. Oh, it’s been so long, let’s have dinner together. . ”
The sound of footsteps and the friction of clothes disappeared, and darkness and tranquility returned to the Hall of Omens.
————————————————————
Now it is 10 standard Terra points later, and the acting pastor’s mouth has begun to taste bitter.
Because someone was stuffing a lot of sweets into his hands at the table in the private room, and his ears were filled with words such as "This one is called the lips of a beauty, this one is called the belly button of a dancer, and this one is called Ali’s mother, I personally think they are all very delicious, you might as well try each one.”
After finally giving up thinking about some things and being reserved and letting myself fly over the river of life.
The green eyes of the Fifteenth Primarch now shone happily and relaxedly in the light.
"I've always wondered what it would be like if my brothers and I were mortal and I could share my knowledge with them."
He said.
"Thank you, I know now. Robert."
Now inside this mortal-looking icon body - no, in front of the world, there is finally a mortal who recognizes himself. .
Qua——
good! I still took the time to finish it! Now I have to change the skin man's dressing and wipe him with new socks——
Then it has been decided that starting tomorrow, the two chapter updates will be released after 6:30 pm, thank you
I also ask all readers to tell me
(End of this chapter)