Chapter 121 You swear!
"I refuse! I refuse!!!!" The mortal psychic consultant with beautiful green eyes, Uthelma Atla, hugged her tightly under the watchful eyes of a circle of hoops. His staff screamed, but luckily he remembered to pronounce it only with his physical vocal chords rather than his psychic scream.
"You can't do this to me! This is different from what you promised! My brothers! Help me!"
An extremely thick spiritual halo surrounded him, It is almost solidified into a huge physical shell that seems to be nothing - if it is used by people like Azek Ahriman or Iskandar Kayan or anyone who has survived from thousands of years ago to the present day, Relevant people will definitely recognize this as the famous image of their genetic father. "Why don't you do it yourself?!"
"Oh, aren't we all suitable for this? Then I can only ask you to sacrifice Maatra——" Lamizane He was changing clothes on the other side of the room. The camouflage device he put on made him look like a "tall mortal". He put one foot into a new pair of boots with the help of the Iron Ring soldier. , Vanus was trying to act as a temporary squire with a straight face - Aharin had followed his company to Belakarn - the Raven Guard used his fingers used to holding bolt guns to wipe off the Chapter Master's wig. Apply hairspray.
Someone is snickering, "After all, there is no one here who is more suitable than you!"
"I refuse-!!! This will become the inner demon of my life!!! I can't have such a weakness! Fall into anyone's hands!" The psychic consultant said with anger, "By the way! You can pull my incompetent son up to do this! I remember that he has good grades in biochemistry! ..."
"Okay, put away your psychic exoskeleton! Ma-Atra! I don't want to do that thing again that Xin Liezhi sent me! It is ten thousand times more difficult than doing the year-end calculations for Nurgle's secretary!" An extremely violent electronic roar came from the other side of the room, accompanied by the sound of claws hitting the input devices with such force that they almost cracked.
"Also! Maatra! I didn't say anything about my role. Why are you still there?! Play your role! Don't think about staying out of it!" The dog grinded his teeth, "Otherwise, I will kick your ass hard right now and kick you into the Comoros Arena!"
[Pepe, even if he is in a mortal body now, what will a dog do...]
【Shut up! ! 】
【Why are you such a bad tempered black and white dog now? Let me suck your fragrant ear hair——]
[Ahhhh, damn mortal! Lamizane! I warn you! Later, if you dare to speak with this clipped sound, I will...]
[You? 】
【I really want this universe to come to an end (ET)! 】
[Does it sound like this word has been used once in Nottingham? 】
【Maybe. ] The dog rudely interrupted Lamizane's thoughts, [But that has nothing to do with us. If you want to be on time to welcome the visiting Adeptus Mechanicus, don't delay with your shirt collar turned out of your coat! 】
[Oh oh...] The person whose attention was diverted by the collar of his shirt hurriedly looked in the mirror and began to adjust his collar.
"Uh, that's not that, that's not that, that's the problem!" The sad and angry psychic consultant was rushed over by two iron ring soldiers and picked up without explanation, and was dragged like a helpless kitten. Arriving in front of the luxurious screen-type floor-to-ceiling mirror, the gorgeous Contemptor Fearless walked in with light and perfect steps.
"Don't worry, although this fearless machine is not very handy now, I am still very confident, my brother, no one can see through your disguise."
Seeing the pile of large and small boxes in Fearless's hands and various tools that he could name but couldn't name, the fifteenth Primarch in the thin mortal body made a (somewhat too lively) sound while being restrained by the metal fingers of the iron ring. A cry of despair.
"Really! You swear! You swear!" The voice in Fearless said with a long-lost smile and a sad caution, "Of course, Maatra, I can face my legion The heroic spirit of every descendant in the world swears."
The psychic consultant's voice suddenly sounded as thin as a gnat, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that." He said weakly. For what he saw in that unexpected intrusion into the ceremony.
The determined and tenacious survivor shook his head, "No need to worry, after all, this is not that place, and I am not him."
Then the Contemptor Fearless walked over with a pile of supplies in a powerful and elegant step. Lamizane noticed that the distance he took every step was exactly the same. If there was a difference, it was Fearless. It's a question of the upper body limit, not his. "Let's get started."
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Since Sage Nilanvera woke up in the cultivation tank for the first time, he realized that his Probably one hundred and eighty standard Terran years have passed since he was selected for further transformation and served the God of All Machines because of his outstanding logical ability. Due to the disturbance of the intermediate calendar and the complicated Conversion relationship - it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, we only need to praise the Ohm Messiah and the eternal stasis Bela Kahn. "she" thought.
Her metal gel appendages squirm under the long running embroidered with gear edges. The existence of these dexterous and powerful little things can make the movement of her huge body not as loud as others. When she stepped out of the connecting bridge of the Destiny Steel, there was only a slight "rustling" sound accompanying her steps.
And this small movement was completely covered up by the movement of more servo skulls flying around her: the sacred ones used by the Mechanicus that sang hymns in praise of the Ohm Messiah. Those who smoke incense burners, spit out parchment scrolls that record and praise the words and deeds of sages at any time, and so on, and her loyal Skitarii Alpha follows her.
The first thing that hits your face is clean, comfortable and warm air.
This makes all visitors who still have the ability to breathe and feel unable to help but slow down and take a deep breath of the almost sweet air here.
Very good. Sage Nilanvira thought to himself that he had never felt the air purification effect before. It seems that this boat has a well-functioning and excellent air purification and conditioning equipment. It is likely to be a precious antique. She has prioritized "getting this boat into her own hands" on her to-do database list. It was raised two levels from medium to upward.
This priority then increased as she followed the leading servant to the banquet hall, and finally stayed at the Alpha level of "I must be the first to get this ship."
The door of the banquet hall opened.
Nilanvilla Mechanical Sage's mechanical light-sensitive pupils shrank.
Gua.
The second update is in the code
Let’s put this paragraph out first
(End of this chapter)