Chapter 128 Interlude Part 2 BC may be BC or it may be a border collie
The Lord of Steel is trying to remain calm.
Steel inside and out.
He thought silently to himself.
At this time, his furry face and lips hidden under the downy muzzle helped him hide his unnecessary expression, but his tightened ears and straightened tail were really difficult to rely on willpower alone. Get over it—puppy instincts be damned! ! ! ! !
His heart was roaring crazily, and all kinds of related knowledge, including 563 methods on how to deal with the current situation, were listed in one thousandth of a second, but they were only applicable to humans! After all, no one would program such a thing for a dog! ! ! ! ! Perturabo's own voice screamed in his head, but more worrying was what would happen next.
The Primarch pulled out his father's decayed empire from the depths of his memory and Chaos' more than three thousand ways of dealing with this suspected warp emergency, all of which were similar. It can only be said that there were few exceptions.
And if the heirs I banished find out who is actually inside this weak and uncontrollable body...
Perturabo's scalp is numb.
Although he has never actually had such an experience, the Lord of Steel still felt that his feelings could be compared - as if he was announcing in the middle of the Terra Palace Square that he was going to marry a Terra Praetor and the witness was Fu Grim is so outrageous, he is probably only a hair away from broadcasting his ruin to the entire universe on the Star Torch.
Destroy it.
He tightened his four paws, oh his fucking eyes! I even have all four paws trimmed! ! ! ! !
The original body smacked his lips with an excessive stiffness and calmness of shame and resentment. Although these insignificant teeth were well maintained, they obviously did not have the ability to penetrate ceramite armor. If these damn teeth If Zi Si wants to, he only needs to turn on the flamethrower. No, there is a 99.998% chance that just one hand's choke is enough to destroy the sad, fragile, furry little body he currently lives in.
When that Dantioch came over, Perturabo subconsciously pressed his ears close, and hot air surged out of his lungs and sprayed out of his nostrils through his narrow nasal cavity.
Of course this has nothing to do with the fact that Dantioch was always right, and he did owe something to him and those heirs! It has nothing to do with the fact that he can only look up at the huge armored giant now!
Just a dog’s nervous instinct!
Of course.
The animal carrying the soul of the Iron Warrior Primarch stood there, in the depths of the planet on the desolate frontier, in the Fortress of Pain, in the steel corridor in the center of Schadenhold, with its long tail raised slightly and its muscles tense. The gorgeous fur is fluffy and soft, caressing the rough and rusted iron fingers of the prematurely old exile.
Dantioch's first touch was undoubtedly awkward. Perturabo sneered silently, regaining his confidence within a second.
He tilted his head and patted the back of the useless heir's hand with his furry muzzle, instructing him to smooth the hair in the right place.
Can't even do this little thing well, Barabas Dantioch! He scolded silently again, shaking his neck, and this time the tip of the old blacksmith's gauntlet finally fell to the correct position.
Hmph. Perturabo enjoyed Zizi's hair-stroking service with peace of mind.
——————Dantioch fully demonstrates the dividing line of craftsmanship required to make a sturdy dog house——————
Perturabo even No need to walk around this little ceramite fortress.
This rag is not even worthy of being stuffed into a macro cannon!
No defense! It falls down at the first touch!
Dantioch! Your level shouldn't be like this!
He raised his ears excitedly, and the tips of his ears trembled with the ups and downs of his body. The tip of his tail swayed happily, and he was full of air. He sniffed with his nose in disgust, and then used his paws to claw everywhere until his front trident patiently Then he slowly placed the last ceramic component into a position he was satisfied with, and then walked over with his head high and chest out with compassion, stepped on the soft cloth pad that he had dug out from somewhere, and made a dent of a suitable size inside. It lies in a nice round big ball of hair.
Perturabo felt sleepy. He squinted his eyes, curled his tail, exposed his teeth and tongue, and gave a huge yawn.
“It seems you finally trapped the little guy.” Dantioch coughed. The ruined lungs and trachea left by the Hrud War were burning him from the inside, but it consumed precious energy. After making the kennel, he felt more relaxed than ever before.
It was a magical animal, and the Warsmith began to understand the affection the Sixth Legion soldiers had for their animal companions, although he and all his brothers concluded that the animal was probably a relative of the wolf, an ancient Tai. Pull period dog. ——It shouldn’t appear here and now anyway.
“We should be very vigilant, because this is very likely to be an accident caused by the fluctuations of the subspace.” Pastor Janif, who has reviewed a large amount of information, warned seriously. "And there are no accidents in the subspace."
Of course, if Brother Priest didn't have such an obvious "so you should give it to me to take it back and remove its hair" expression when he spoke, this warning would be taken more seriously. Some.
Ancient texts mention dogs as excellent companions or companion animals, and indeed they are, he thought.
This dog that accidentally broke into the barrier of pain looks sleepy, oh, its eyelids are fighting, it will fall asleep soon.
The black and white dog is lying in the fortress kennel he made by himself. It seems to have accepted the gift. Its breath ruffles its mane, and its long hair tips follow the regulator in the air. The air flow oscillates slightly.
A strong desire suddenly took over Dantioch.
He raised his bloodshot eyes alertly, but everything around him was normal. There were no signs of subspace trouble or corruption. Everything was stable and performing its duties.
Just give it a try? Try it? Maybe...
He tried to take off part of his gauntlet with the help of his servant, and then stretched out his bare palm full of wrinkles and age spots and ventured to stroke the big dog's head and back of the neck again.
The thick down on the head of the big dog wraps the old man's rough skin, and the gorgeous soft long mane on the back of the neck gently buries the joints and vein-covered fingers.
The animal that unexpectedly appeared in the depths of the cold rock iron fortress today lazily raised its eyelids and glanced at Dantioch. It was a look of love, relaxation, and trust. He was telling Dantioch , he is going to sleep, and believes that he will protect him.
The old blacksmith blinked as the damaged tear ducts were a little redundant today.
The eyepiece reading reminded him that the normal body temperature of dogs is slightly higher than that of humans. Oh yes, that must be why it gives him a warm feeling. Yes, he thought, it must be like this, so warm, with all the warmth. The warmth of trust in his heart began to penetrate from his fingertips, and his numb heart seemed to be alive again, and the cold, resentful and helpless blood became active again, flushing his blood vessels over and over again with passion, just like when he learned that he The moment when their genetic father will come to reunite with them.
The waves of reluctance, pain, hatred and other emotions that had enveloped him, supported him and whipped him in layers for many years no longer rolled, becoming as peaceful as the windless sea.
All that is left is sighing.
"It's incredible..."
Gua.
After reading the analysis of the previous chapter, I am very happy that my book friends are very good at guessing and I am very happy
The Dantioch Interlude series is also my personal favorite
Another piece of bad news is that the author has a roommate, and he previously sent influenza A and COVID-19 back to his residence, allowing the homebody author to experience its power. This version of the plague messenger came in today and said that the whole company had a cold. He was quite happy...
...I am speechless. I hope I will not be infected over the weekend.
There are really people in this world who will not bear the burden of being sick (lll￢ω￢)
(End of this chapter)