Chapter 122: The formation of the Rogue Trader team
Now, what is reflected in the main sensor of Sage Nilanvira’s head is a room that has surpassed the "glorious" by the standards of the 41st millennium. A hall that has reached the level of "luxury and extravagance" due to the word "grand".
Although in the past few centuries, as a member of the Mechanical Council, the Technological Sage often participated in some luxurious social activities, especially when visiting groups from the great nobles of Sintila or Ultratra When guests arrive, hosting the dinner can often consume an entire year's budget and resources.
So when her head and the sensors under her robe looked around this unusually large space again, no matter what, she had to admit at the moment that this Rogue Trader might have declined due to various reasons. , but the content in this banquet hall is indeed worthy of his ancient license contract from the divine Om Messiah.
Look at these beautiful antiques that are rare but in such good condition! The soul of all opportunities! Wait a moment! Is the wood used in these furniture tables and chairs Nar wood? Praise be to the great Om Messiah! Is that an antique coffee machine there? ! Did she read that correctly? ! Several mechanical hydraulic tentacles of Sage Nilanvira were about to move under her robe, and she almost lost her composure and immediately jumped out to grab this treasure.
Someone in the hall couldn't help coughing.
Displeased at being disturbed, the Servant of Ohm Messiah angrily turned the mask of her shiny metallic female face, and the distance measuring units in her eyes shone with scarlet light as they turned. As the gel and metal appendages crawled under the sage's robe again, she saw that even herself, who had replaced 96.85% of herself with mechanical and bionic units, could not A sight of legendary beauty that resists.
The first is this hall.
Compared with the usual space on a ship that always looks dark, with inevitably exposed pipelines and is not so regular, the space used for this hall on this ship is really too wasteful. It is not only regular, but even There are also gorgeous marble, bronze and iron sculpture decorations. The floor that reflects the light of the gorgeous chandeliers overhead is also paved with marble cut into patterns, but now many places are covered by thick woven carpets that obscure the original patterns.
Although her appendage gel will corrode those beautiful and expensive carpets, it is undeniable that the soft touch of walking on it does make the emotional logic unit of the Tech Sage less strict.
Then comes the soul-shaking beauty of the creature.
“Om Messiah is above!”
The golden lumen pours like sunlight on the dynastic throne at the end of the hall, on which sits a man who can use real-life examples The ultimate creation that illustrates the effects of humanity's greatest genetic engineering.
The bright ice-blue eyes under his black hair are worth a thousand words. Although his lines are not handsome in the usual sense, his face is as tall and solemn as an ancient sacred mountain, which instantly increases the coolant flow rate by a hundred percent. The thirty-sixth mechanical priest almost immediately decided that even if the mechanical transformation was carried out next, the true head of the head of the Rogue Trader Dynasty must be completely preserved.
Although she will always be a devout servant of the Ohm Messiah, she is very convinced that the destruction of the flesh and skin that so represents the ultimate in human genes is undoubtedly a real threat even to a mechanical priest. waste.
When she was finally able to pull her scorching gaze away from the head of the Carosini family who started coughing again, a vigorous and nameless flame began to unbearably burn the sage's central processing unit. Because Nilanvera's lens now saw extremely clearly the creature that was the embodiment of charm standing next to the head of the house: a dark-skinned person with truly otherworldly beauty just by standing there. Female Astropath.
A bejeweled masking band with a delicate golden eye pattern embroidered across her perfectly smooth forehead, beneath which was a pair of blue-greens of any spectrum the sage had ever seen. The color of her beautiful blue-green eyes, the thick, long black eyelashes drooping slightly, and the lips that are like ripe red pomegranate seeds can seduce any human who is trying to peek at her beauty. Or the heartstrings of existence, whether male or female.
The long, bright black hair is curled at the end and spreads smoothly behind her voluptuous waist. There are also a few strands braided into exquisite thin braids, with the ends and the middle Braided with small gold ornaments in the shapes of lotuses, beetles and skulls, these braids were skillfully braided into a low-key yet elegant crown on the top of her head, while tying up loose hair. On top of her black, gold and silver-grey satin robe, there was a halo skull-shaped brooch pinned to her Greek shawl. Her hands nervously grasped her cane, and she was decorated with cat-eye gemstone-effect galaxy nail polish. Touching her fragrant wood-like skin.
Especially the extremely strong and bright spiritual light displayed on her body in the psychic lens, which formed a great contrast with her helpless and shy girlish posture in the optical lens. The sage noticed with some displeasure that even The hormones and biochemical levels of Skitarii Alpha, who had undergone chemical castration, had very subtle fluctuations after seeing this miraculously beautiful Astropath girl.
There is a high-footed sofa next to the girl, and squatting on it is a black and white pet dog that can also be called very beautiful, with fluffy and shiny fur. Its snow-white mane hangs down from the chin to the wolf's toes, and is golden in color. It glows white gold under the artificial sunlight. It's hard to tell if the expression on its furry face is displeasure, but the moonsilver skull hanging from its exquisite adamantine collar (part of Sage Nilanvalla's logical processing unit is going crazy at such irreverent waste), clean The fragrant fur, snow-white claws with rounded claw tips all illustrate its high value.
The last being who slightly restored the pressure in the boiling brain tank of Sage Nilanvira to the normal level was a man standing on the other side of the throne of the Rogue Trader family leader wearing a helmet and holding a bolt gun. , a tall space warrior wearing light gray-blue power armor decorated with wolf skin, animal claws, animal teeth and runes, the mechanical sage immediately marked the warrior with the wolf head emblem painted on the shoulder armor as a threat, and at the same time Let several firepower focus on him.
The girl, the pet dog and the majestic man on the throne formed a wonderful picture that brought together the beauty that does not exist in this universe. Visitors hesitated at the entrance of the hall or simply admired it for a long time.
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On the other side of the hall, in the temporary psychic communication channel specially opened by Maatra.
(Why hasn’t she come over? Are our team compositions not similar enough?)
(*a sneer with grinding teeth*, the layout of this hall is enough to receive my brothers, This inferior mechanical monster better not be shameless)
(How long will I have to wear this damn slit skirt?! I feel like the cold wind is blowing on my thighs!! ! ! Uh-huh! I’m going to catch a cold!)
(…With all due respect, your model wears less magic armor than this. )
(That’s not the outermost layer!)
(Idiots don’t catch colds. Okay, Lamizane, tell Vanners to hold back! The Space Wolves won’t crawl into the shadows!)
(Okay, okay, Vanners Si, be patient, remember to stand with your legs spread apart to look rude)
(By the way, why does he have to pretend to be a space wolf? This makes me feel very bad, and I even want to throw it at him. Psychic Fireball. )
(Because it has to be the Space Wolves, but it's a pity we don't have more people to form a more accurate Rogue Trader standard team.)
(I really don't understand.伱thoughts)
(But I am very happy.)
(As long as you are happy.)
Gua.
Wiping the sweat
It is quite a test for me to write about the beauty of the pony (big mistake) without going too far...
(End of this chapter)