Chapter 165 Sense of Deja vu


Chapter 165: Sense of sight

Of course it can be said that Lamizane was lucky enough to see the real-time appearance of the demonic original body of himself as "Perturabo" on the first day he arrived here. , and screamed like a chicken pinching its neck as an impressive footnote. It should have some idea of ​​the original body's unreasonable charm value.

But in fact, he did not have the habit of looking in the mirror to see if his face broke out due to excessive stress - the original gene did not gain weight, have oily skin, or have acne. Worries like baldness are simply great.

But sometimes it’s strange to think about it. In this case, why do some of the primarchs become so, um, unhygienic, haggard, or... so... smooth as a mirror? , and according to some later facts, the original body will indeed grow old as time goes by, just very slowly, but why does it not have other health problems?

Every time Lamizane thinks about these mysterious details of Forty Thousand Hammers, he always feels a little dazed, but even if he later meets with the psychic consultant, Fearless Phoenix, etc., well, Fulgrim E Shutar was already among the remains of Elder Sade, so it seemed inappropriate to ask him questions that only mortals would care about.

Moreover, although the physical body he lives in now does indeed belong to the Lord of Steel, the soul in the body does not, so strictly speaking, this body cannot be regarded as a complete Primarch.

So now, it is actually the first time that he faces a "real original body himself" here.

For about a few dozen seconds, no one spoke here, only the stars watched, and time and space flowed quietly.

Finally, someone exhaled a breath gently and longly from his lungs. When staring at the existence that seemed to be sealed in amber, he forgot that he could actually breathe.

"My God," he said slowly, "although I have long known that the Emperor and his sons possess a charm that is completely different from that of mortals - well of course someone himself may deny this, and It's strange to use these adjectives to describe your stone brother, but seeing it is better than seeing it, it turns out that all your father's creations are like this - perfect and beautiful, Perturabo."


The black and white border collie snorted coldly, "If Rogal Dorn's physical appearance alone can make you use such an adjective, then before you meet Fulgrim, I should prepare one for you. Psychic True Lens to prevent you from being controlled by that ***** guy in the first place and making some inappropriate words and deeds."

"This is impossible, you can do it. Put your heart back in your stomach." Lamizane moved forward and approached the amniotic fluid chamber, which was like a huge bile crystal, trying to appreciate this beautiful work of the emperor's genetic engineering more carefully at a close distance, "I like to compare body temperatures. I respect the taste of tall and furry creatures with good touch and cold body temperature, but thank you for your insensitivity."

"Who wants to discuss these... tastes with you?" The dog shook his head helplessly, raised his legs and followed, "If you meet Russ in the future, I suggest you not to do it casually..."

"Ah, Leman Russ," he was working hard from the side. Someone who carefully observed certain physical details of the Seventh Primarch said without raising his head, "Don't worry, I have always thought that your brother Russ is actually a particularly silent man with white skin, a slim waist, long legs, an armed belt, a military uniform, riding boots, and neat blond hair. *The Cold Iceberg Elite.”

“Your personal impression of us is so counter-intuitive. Where did you get so many prefixes for him... I seem to know how a certain... came from. Already..."

"UMMMM? What are you mumbling there, Peppa Pig?" "Nothing, and what can I ask of you, Mr. Lamizane Carosini, don't use other people's power armor, other people's bodies, and other people's faces?" "Watching like a fool next to this stubborn and tattered stone-headed butt? It will make my power fist and corona gun feel that I need some target for practice immediately." The electronic music player replied politely through gritted teeth.

At the same time, Perturabo's code once again skillfully locked the arm of the iron ring soldier with the red light flashing who wanted to sap someone on the back of the head.

"Ahem, sorry." The demigod giant who straightened up turned around and walked to them, "I just remembered a legendary tradition of the Imperial Fist that I had seen, so I wanted to see more of it. Is there any on Dorn's body, but now I remember that the original body's resilience will make the tattoos or marks disappear quickly, so I won't mention it, so since this is Dorn's body, except for the one left on the Phalanx. The hand bones, he himself should be all here, right? Why do you say that the 'Iron-Blooded Master Control Machine Soul' is 'part of him'? What is the relationship between the two of them?"

The Eyepiece of the Contemptor's Dreadnought began to flash intensely, showing that a certain Primarch was doing a lot of calculations, listing consequences, and comparisons, but in the end Perturabo spoke using the public electronic audio channel instead of the telepathic communication channel. .

"This is also Rogal Dorn, but he is Rogal Dorn's new personality, or you can think of it as a spiritual clone of him, and it only exists in the electronic system of the Iron-Blooded. You can think of it as He sees it as a very young Dorne, born on the Ironblood, taught by..." he explained to his body.

"Hiss... Perturabo, I'm starting to feel that this explanation is really worthy of you, and it seems to have a sense of déjà vu? You start talking, I'm listening."
< br> "At that time, when I first acquired him, I just thought it was a shameful act to let Rogal Dorn's Primarch level wet... brainpower, psychic reserves and essence be wasted like this, yes, That's it, so when I built this treasure house according to my own ideas, I also connected his brain and body to the system here and the central interface of the Iron Blood."

"Perturabo, you just did it. Did you say something terrible like 'Rogal Dorn's essence' in an understatement? This is Dorn's essence, not yours, so can you?"

"Yes. Labo sounded very calm, and even had some strange gnashing of teeth, "From the time I realized part of my nature, I was able to use more similar powers. Although this is subject to certain rules, as long as I don't try By deceiving and devouring other people's essences like some damned liar, I can plug them into the system I made and use them as a component."

"Then the essence of Dorn... forget it, so let me summarize," Lamizane turned to the iron ring soldier who was listening with interest, "Is this the electronic clone Rogal Dorn?"

Gua.

The cold rainy days in winter will make my bones, brain and good character rust together!

 

 

(End of this chapter)

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