Chapter 164 Smart Doorbell
Lami Zane, Perturabo's Contemptor Dauntless, and Dorn's Iron Ring Marines are passing through some deep secret passages inside the Ironblood's hull.
Obviously this is not a suitable trip to take anyone else with you, even a thousand-year veteran like Dassadra, so there are only three of them here...well...let's call them three. Bar.
The sound of metal footsteps gradually became silent on the ground. At first, they were still walking in the normal passage, but as they walked, the lights began to be replaced by colorful starlight, and their senses became more and more aware of something unknown. The pressure from everywhere and the bizarre images flashed vaguely, and the mechanical body seemed not to be affected. The Contemptor Dreadnought also seemed to have protective functions, so instead, Lamizane, who used the body of the original body that was most like the flesh, felt this. Some hesitation.
But fortunately he was under the protection of LOGOS, and he chose to wear the ferocious skull mask helmet not long after setting off, so most of the feelings now should be his psychological effects.
"Don't worry, the passages of the maze are always very safe." Perturabo walked behind his body, and Dorn's soldiers were at the front.
"Really, every time you say you don't worry..." Obviously if some owners plan to get to the bottom of it, then the black and white iron owners will find that the other party is not so easy to fool. .
"Really, just, oh, don't reach out and touch those transparent walls, well, there are a lot of triggered psychic booby traps hidden inside."
"..."
The surrounding temperature began to gradually drop, and the light began to become scarce as if it was being swallowed by something. They walked along the passage that had been circling repeatedly for a while, and Lamizane suddenly found himself There was white ice mist all down to his ankles, and the mist was churning as he moved forward. "It's like churning the sea of milk."
"What?"
"Churning the sea of milk," he laughed awkwardly at the two silent, tall, inhuman listeners, "Oh, churning the sea of milk is..."
"I know what churning the sea of milk is talking about. Don't mention it here." The electronic voice of the black and white dog sounded like he sighed and cursed in a low voice, "(Gutella's expletive), our The bad hobby of a bad brother is something that can be easily mentioned everywhere." He raised his voice, "We are almost there"
"Really?" The voice said doubtfully, "You said this before we set off, 'It's not too far, just walk there.' But according to the internal count of LOGOS's armor, we are almost within the distance of two Iron-Blooded ships - I really don't dare I believe that I have never walked such a long distance, and I don’t feel tired.”
“Because we are just walking normally in the passage, should this be tiring?”
"With my original physical condition, I can't walk more than a few kilometers."
"So I always think that you are a little too cautious in using the speed and power you have now. The shepherd dog seemed to shake his head, "But it's normal that this habit won't change for a while."
"But we are really coming." Perturabo turned to the front, Lami. Zane raised his gaze.
"How...how? When...? Oh...this is incredible..."
As if to show the beauty of destruction left by a star to the universe, An extremely brilliant starlight emerges from the extreme darkness. The brilliant colors of each particle spectrum will be automatically marked by LOGOS to indicate its deadly nature. These high-energy cosmic rays and elementary particles can instantly erupt with their own energy storms. Destroy any planet, galaxy or even entire civilization in their path - blowing away entire planets' atmospheres, neutralizing magnetic fields, evaporating all surface water, creating ionization storms, radiation jets, gamma ray bursts - the list goes on. , to name a few.
But for a certain civilization or even an entire race, these moments, which may be as terrifying as the end of the world and filled with divine beauty, are being restrained by something invisible, making this violent and primitive great power ultimately just a transformation. It has become something like a fragile yet beautiful decorative panel installed on the door here.
When Lamizane followed Perturabo through the door that started with the end of the stars, a tremor spread throughout his body, and some kind of enlightenment suddenly made him realize To: Although they can be said to be still on the Iron-Blooded, they have left the space where the Iron-Blooded is located. The dimensions have been magically transformed. This transformation did not destroy their existing bodies. He suddenly remembered that Perturabo was indeed He said it at the beginning when he was disguising the Iron Blood as the Destiny Steel, "We have a pocket space here." Yes, so this should be the other dimensional space that the Iron Blood is connected to. No wonder the Lord of Iron can easily attack a ship. The Glory Queen-class battleship makes such an incredible disguise.
“The one on this door is...”
“A personal souvenir, a smart doorbell, don’t pay too much attention to it.”
"...If you say that, it will be easier for people to care."
As his whole body stepped out of the door, Lamizane found that his feet wearing combat boots landed on a solid and familiar ground again. on the ground.
The muscles were obviously not sore, but the wonderful mental experience still made him subconsciously stretch his shoulders, neck and limbs, "Where is this?"
He looked around and found that he was in In a huge workshop or laboratory, there is a very high distance from the top, and the pipelines above cannot be seen clearly with the naked eye. There are countless rows of culture tanks, workbenches and other unknown purposes and various styles in the space. Equipment and semi-finished products, they all stay quietly in their respective positions, illuminated by cool-toned lumens. It seems that they have not been used here for much time, but they have been used many times.
"Wake up the lighting." Perturabo took a step forward, "Guest Mode Beta."
With the start-up sound of beep, the whole space seemed to come alive, and the warm light golden daylight lumen replaced the silver-blue cold light - only then did Lamizane realize that it was actually the color of moonlight, and there were more lights everywhere. Lit up row upon row, this vast maze of treasures is waking up and welcoming its owner.
“Look, that is Rogal Dorn’s true form.”
Deep in the treasure house, starting from the top where the head cannot be seen, it is as complex and numerous as a tornado or a huge tentacle. In the center of the electromechanical circuits, biological relay networks, and psychic energy transmission pipelines that are spiraling down, there is an amniotic fluid capsule that shines like a huge cabochon.
Rogal Dornner, the seventh scion of the Emperor of Mankind, the Primarch of the Imperial Fists, the Praetorian of Terra, who has been missing in the physical universe for thousands of years, is missing one of his forearms. The huge body with the hands below is sleeping quietly in it.
The pale golden lumens of sunlight illuminated his sculpted face with his eyes closed. Rogal Dorn looked so sad and abandoned, yet so peaceful as death.
Gua.
Good night!
Well, actually, it is true. I sit in front of the computer for an extra time every day than before, so now I do have some health problems that I didn’t have before.
At first I thought they might not appear, but as time goes by they will really appear. Practice has proved that sitting for a long time is really bad for the body. Everyone should exercise more from time to time.
I finally wrote it here...
(End of this chapter)