Chapter 150 Meow Little Potato
Perturabo used his four legs with flesh pads and down to move lightly and smoothly through the twists and turns of the ancient streets.
The evening wind with the temperature of the sunset blew from the direction of the desert, blowing through the unfolded triangular awning, and the canvas rustled. The night was low and the stars were twinkling - except in the sky that Perturabo was so familiar with, there was no longer the evil "eye" staring at him forever, replaced by a scarlet and evil light strip.
Like a wound cutting out the sky, the Great Rift will become the most eye-catching symbol in the night sky no matter which angle you look at it from across the Milky Way.
Will this represent the final victory of Chaos, or the prelude to some ultimate goal of the more capable scion of the brother who has occupied his undeserved position for many years?
Perturabo doesn't care about these now. These are just some silt in the Border Collie's grand plan for mankind that is destined to be swept away by the flow of time.
With the help of each time he returned to the Iron Blood and the Iron Blood, the talented Shepherd first used a legend to successfully create a mini time device to help once again strengthen his only existence in the river of time. ——This matter is very important and must be completed first. The consequences of not doing this special anchoring can be seen in some Thousand Sons wizards who feel that they can get away with jumping on the rocks of the river of time——even if nothing happens When things happen, you cannot stabilize your body in the "now". You can only show yourself in the eyes of others as an eternal and blurred reflection of yourself in multiple times.
According to the pattern of his jumping so many times - in fact, the actual number is more than what Perturabo told Lamizane, because there are some more troublesome events: he discovered that he was his past self , and then jump from there to various points in time. Perturabo, for various reasons, felt that there was no need to complicate Lamizane's mind.
He is now more concerned about his goal for this jump. In addition to strengthening his presence, the mini Bell of St. Kistar can also help him mark the possible destinations of this jump to a certain extent. The target, and trying his best among countless random values can only try his best to make his jumping point closer to that target.
Perturabo believes that his creation has completely surpassed similar creations of anyone before and after him, even those who created a bigger and more golden one!
This city, which is mostly built of sandstone and clay, is built on a platform-shaped hill. The desert gravel is brought here by the soles of people who enter the city all year round. The soil paved on the streets is replaced by yellow sand and gravel. This kind of The ground was very suitable for the pads of canine feet. He could feel the tiny particles of sand sliding through the gaps between his toes, leaking out into the pebbles that had been worn extremely smooth by years of passing pedestrians and carriages. There is still a slight coolness on the surface.
His worn-out paws made a rhythmic "chacha" sound on the ground. The dog flattened its ears back, tightened its tail, lowered its body and blended itself into the eaves of the street. In the shadows - in his night vision, the suspected target he planned to track appeared.
Traveling through the city in the form of a furry canine is not a very pleasant travel experience, especially when the sun has not yet set and there are always children trying to get close to him.
This group of chirping human cubs with explosive screams either want to catch his fluffy big tail that is shaking slightly, or they want to catch him, or there will be girls and women who will help him. They paused, took out pieces of cheese and yeast bread from their baskets or bags, and tried to get this handsome creature to come and take food from their hands, so that they could take the opportunity to touch its beautiful white mane or the top of its head. white hair.
Of course, the noble, wise and proud Fourth Primarch could not be caught or tempted by mortal children and women. He just trotted away with his head high and his chest high, leaving behind There were sounds of regret and even sounds of crying all the way behind her.
Night was a good time for him to be active. He was lurking in the shadows outside the square, his eyes fixed on the tall figure who had just left the church door.
Even if he uses a burqa to disguise himself and is not wearing the iconic ceramite power armor of a Space Marine, it is impossible for an ordinary genetically enhanced servant to fake Asta so casually and effortlessly. With extraordinary reaction speed and fighting ability, the dog pretended to be an animal passing by in the shadows, observing the opponent carefully.
A Space Marine veteran, he concluded that he was definitely a veteran with no less than two hundred years of service, and he was not in a desperate state; the dog's excellent dynamic vision captured what was hidden under the veteran's robes There was doubt in his steps, but it was not fear or shrinkage. In fact, there was a strange sense of pride in his whole demeanor.
“Interesting,” the dog said to himself, which to others sounded like nothing more than an animal snorting.
He followed the person being followed from a distance, and the streets he walked on during the day formed a specific city map image in his mind, so is this guy going to the slums? Great, let's see what happens next.
The Border Collie saw that the tracked target paused for a moment in front of some buildings, which made him pay some attention to those buildings. Oh, yes, look at what these are. Mark, Perturabo felt that he seemed to have touched a little edge, but this prospect seemed to be a little unpleasant.
The dog easily avoided the cesspools on the ground and the water in the ruts. The smell of the slums was not as good as the city just now. It was quite bad, but it was bearable, but it would be hard to say if he continued to go deeper, but , Perturabo looked around, and this was indeed a good place to hide some special big guys.
Finally, the Astartes agent who thought he was quite capable (Perturabo doubted how the veteran's scout training was completed) stopped in front of the cheap door of a sandstone building. Even though the thin plastic door couldn't block his kick, he still raised his hand politely and knocked lightly.
Perturabo also saw another graffiti on the door. His black and white brows became more and more frowned.
A threat that no mortal could ever hear floated into his sensitive furry ears.
The person being followed responded.
Great, another Astartes, in a place like this, oh, correction, if this is the situation, then at least there is a third Astartes, wonderful, What kind of meow little potato is this? Go down with a shovel, dig out a bunch and bring them up?
Then he heard the person being followed announce his regiment and name, and then they began the classic mutual recognition process——
The tall pretender opened the door and stepped in , the dog heard the special bass sounds of two additional power armor servos coming from the darkness in the room.
very good.
You little Caliban potatoes.
Gua.
Good book friends who know where this is, don’t rush to spoil it, hahahaha!
And it’s really cold. My head hurts after cooling down——
(End of this chapter)