Chapter 100 Let’s draw lots one by one
Destiny Steel
Twelve Temple Halls
The Glory Queen of the Iron Warriors Legion enters this once solemn hall full of past glory Today the lights are bright again, because all the Iron Warriors on the Iron Blood - those who can still climb up, have all gathered here.
Just to be reviewed by their genetic father again ten thousand years later.
Just from their variously decorated fine power armors, you can see how carefully they have prepared for this - yes, the original Iron Warriors are indeed not known for their carefully decorated appearance, but more of just their original color power armor. A simple and rough brush with black and yellow stripes will do just fine.
But things are different now.
Everyone has obtained a lot of information about the latest situation of the current Gene Father from their own private channels. Therefore, there is a situation that no one has seen in the galaxy for ten thousand years.
All the Iron Warriors, veterans of the eternal war who are fortunate enough to accompany the original body - Oh, by the way, through the rejuvenation of a certain potion master, or for some other reason, the chaotic corruption of everyone's limbs has begun to reverse. , or a delicate balance has been achieved in seemingly normal limbs; and their heights have now increased significantly.
Aharin is particularly worth mentioning. As the only Iron Warriors veteran who has escaped from a certain master, his height and weight are also slowly growing again. Unfortunately, he His comrades are slightly different. He has grown in size along with his sturdy and stocky body. He looks more powerful and powerful, and his arms can run horses, making him the envy of the other comrades who have been genetically plundered.
The taller figures were equipped with shiny armor plating, incense-scented armor linings, silver chapter emblems, and carefully groomed hair and beards, as well as slings around the waist. Weapons decorated with gold and silver curls hand-carved by the user, power armor with gold-engraved inscriptions, backpacks, cluster missile launchers and robotic arm edges, decorative studded leather tassels, exquisite tassel ribbons -
One of them, a war blacksmith with the most intricate armor and weapon decorations, was satisfied with his gorgeousness that stood out from the crowd, and at the same time he also asked a soul question in confusion: "When did you all believe in the Prince of Darkness?" ? Why didn’t I know?”
Everyone rolled their eyes and threatened death.
"Wearing armor, with a heart of steel! Obey or die! Blood... We are Iron Warriors! Not those weak and perverted Slaanesh things!"
"Steel inside and out ! Obey or die! Praise the father for his wisdom and technology is the most mysterious and powerful! I haven’t seen our think tank director yet, do you still want it? Be the first to break the ice and discuss some technical issues with him.”
"Alas, steel becomes strength, and strength becomes strong will; strong will builds faith, and faith makes tough iron! Life is so wonderful, but you are so irritable, no, no, let's wait quietly here together for our loving father to review. "
"You..."
At this moment, the astronomical clock placed in front of the Twelve Temple Hall solemnly struck twenty-two times, announcing that this place is eternal, complete, and peaceful. News of the arrival of the absolute master.
The veterans lowered their heads respectfully, uneasily and hopefully, paying tribute to their king, master and father.
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After reading the last data pad, the giant god who sat high on a throne made of ancient Olympian artworks, war memorabilia, weapons and data cables captured from various enemy leaders, and steel finally spoke.
"So, this is your entire battle plan? Is there anything else you want to say?"
The Iron Warriors in the hall all lowered their heads slightly, expressing their respect for the Lord of Iron. of respect and breathing heavily.
More than one Iron Warrior secretly changed his center of gravity in the power armor uneasily.
“Don’t even speak?”
Aharin stood on the platform next to the huge throne of the Iron Lord. While he was glad that he was not wearing a helmet, he used his eyes to wink at all his peers in the audience - he did not dare to say more or make any small noises. Code, doing this kind of thing at such a distance from their genetic father is undoubtedly a perfect example of seeking death.
Sitting in another special seat next to the throne, but today connected with many extra cables and switches, the Contemptor Dauntless seemed to emit a very light snort or sneer, The data stream beams and floating points marked on it that were exchanging information at ultra-high speed kept flashing violently, but other than that, there was no more movement. "Okay, don't say anything, right?" They heard their genetic father speak again, his mellow bass now sounding like the deepest nightmare and despair demon possessing him, "Then, let's smoke one by one. Just sign it.”
A bloody and terrifying distant legend or memory suddenly struck many people’s minds.
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It is now the thirtieth Terran Hour since the Iron Warriors Gathering in the Halls of the Twelve Temples.
The war blacksmith Shanto slumped there with dull eyes. His helmet had been taken off, and a lot of crystal sweat slid uncontrollably along his jawline and dripped into his thick In the gully of the neck, bursts of steam evaporated.
"I can't stand it anymore...don't come again..."
"What are you talking about! Come again! Come again! As the ruler of Malodarax, forge Do the war blacksmiths of the Sons of Furnace have only this kind of ambition? Come again!"
"No...you...I...I really can't do it anymore..."
Shanto let out a final groan, slid from the chair and collapsed on the ground, his hands and feet twitching uncontrollably due to the excessive high-speed use of the brain in a short period of time.
"Tsk, lift it away! Lift it away! Next!"
The steady footsteps of the stone forger appeared opposite "Perturabo", and the old stonemasons were still concerned about their genes. The father performed a ritual that was completely in line with etiquette, nothing more and nothing less.
"Oh, it's Soltarn. I hope you can give me some other surprises this time."
"I hope so too, our beloved father." The old stonemason Lifting his eyelids from behind his respirator mask.
"Then, enter your battlefield information and start simulating the data."
"Before starting, my lord, can I know more data?"
The other side has fully entered The excited Iron Primarch narrowed his eyes, "Oh? All the basic information has been used and marked by people before you, right? You mean?"
Soltarn calmly said Answered, "I'd like to know if I can bring an extra new blood to my team in this simulated battle."
"Huh? Interesting request, Soltarn, I thought you I don’t really like these guys.”
"If they can bring us a better, faster and bigger victory, then I really don't mind other things, my master."
"Of course," he saw his genes The father showed an appreciative smile on the opposite side, "Bringing an extra pharmacist is a very smart choice, Soltarn."
He knew that he was probably doing the right thing.
Gua.
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(End of this chapter)