Chapter 167 Helping in times of need
They stayed in the treasure house in the center of the maze for a while, and repeatedly and emphatically stated what he said about Perturabo:
"I save Luo Rogal Dorn because I did not allow him to die without permission."
"Rogal Dorn's life can only be ended by me personally in a head-on confrontation."
"I told You, Rogal Dorn’s bad words made him only allocate my Iron Blood to serve us as a service robot. Yes, sometimes he is also included in the training servitors hahahaha",
"I definitely didn't put him on the Iron-Blooded Ship because of the slightest expectation of brotherhood."
"I said it! He was in the past! He will be in the future! Rogal Dorn is the only one I hate. Brother! What? You mean the sixteenth brother? He doesn’t even deserve to be hated by me!”
After this series of extremely classic speeches.
Three people who may each have some connections with people but who are not strictly speaking are now on their way back to the office.
Stepping out of the strange and magnificent door, inlaid with the moments of death and death of stars, Lamizane found that the passage they took when they returned seemed to be somewhat the same as when they came, but also somewhat different.
When he voiced this question, Perturabo replied of course that among all their primarchs, only Perturabo could completely plan and build this magical labyrinth form.
Therefore, there is not even a need for additional defense forces, nor are there many traps, robots or automatic cannons, because other than the builders, other people’s brains cannot distinguish the various forms of geometry from these overlays. The specific route of the maze is constructed from the counter-intuitive mathematical architectural form. Of course, there is no way to reach the end of the maze. The walls and lighting here all look uniformly confusing without any features that can be marked by the trapped people. .
It's as if these featureless iron-gray walls and chemical lighting move randomly on their own as people walk by.
“This kind of labyrinth was originally designed by people in Florence, and then we unearthed these manuscripts during our archaeological work on Holy Terra. Based on the manuscripts, I built and optimized this kind of labyrinth more than once. Labyrinth," the black and white shepherd dog still sits in the Contemptor Fearless and uses mechanical walking legs to move forward, "This is the third one, and thanks to you, Lamizane, I can build it more calmly, so I can build it more perfectly than the first two.”
The person mentioned scratched his head and didn’t quite understand, but the meaning of Perturabo’s words was not misunderstood, so it wasn’t. Bad thing, right? Then it'll be fine.
"So are there two more labyrinths like this? Where are they?"
"Yes, there is one... I don't want to mention its final fate now, and the other one is the one I once worked for because of the Eighth Legion. It is the only unbounded maze that is not built on the earth.”
“The Eighth Legion? Is the Eighth Legion the Night Lord?”
< br>"Yes, I was invited to build that maze for a special...prisoner."
Lami Zane thought for a moment and found it difficult to distinguish Perturabo from These nouns are connected together. "I have an intuition that this prisoner should probably be one of your brothers." He looked at Perturabo suspiciously. "Although I don't know exactly, I always feel that he should be." Yes.”
"Haha. By the way, don't you want to ask me why there are so many psychic booby traps installed in the walls even though there is no need for defensive measures here?"
"Ah, yes, why is that? ?”
“Because this can be a good way to stop the behavior of certain psychic races and psychic individuals who think they have been inspired by fate and come here to cause trouble.” The dog controlled Fearless and turned around. "Besides, I have already seen it before the jump begins. I will temporarily stop punishing my sons who are stuck in the rules. They are not the material for business now. Come on, I have a suitable candidate here who just happened to be on my way. Before leaving, I will introduce him to you. ""Wait, it turns out that you have a reserve of administrative personnel on the Iron Blood? This is really a timely help, as expected of you, Perturabo!"
"No." The black and white dog seemed to want to admit this compliment very much, but his strange pride as the original body still made him tell the truth, "It was not originally reserved as an administrative staff, but Now that things are like this here, there is no need to hide them.”
The boundless steel maze suddenly opened up as they turned a few corners, and a similarly unmarked corridor appeared in front of them, with rows of different doors here.
Lami Zane noticed that a door they had just passed looked very... very much like the exotic decoration style of the residences of the two psychic advisors at the front and back of their ship, with gold as the base and red onyx as the base. , turquoise and lapis lazuli are inlaid into the shapes of flowers, plants, water birds and various animals. A flaming sun disk-like pattern is made of morning glow-colored lotus corundum, held up by a scarab with outstretched wings, and is inlaid in the center of the door. The sky above the desert pyramids shines brightly.
"Is this here?" As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to pull open the door handle that seemed to be made of sparkling red and sapphire.
"Don't touch it. And, it's not this door." Perturabo warned, "It's here."
Even the angles are the same in the monotonous gray maze passages The lighting rays all jumped together, and it seemed like a moment of time flashed past like a black moth flapping its wings.
Lamizane blinked and found that he was standing in front of an antique stone-framed dome-shaped door.
The style of this door reminds him of the main door of a chapel or a monastery hall or a library. The door itself with double-opening door panels is made of a single piece of wood that is polished and coated with a transparent paint layer. , the precious hardwood is also inlaid with other equally precious but different colors of wood to create exquisite decorative patterns and pictures.
The traces of the passage of time were faithfully retained on this wooden door. When Lamizane went to pull it, he noticed that the patterns carved on the enamel door handle had been removed countless times. Smoothed and blurred by use.
“It actually made me a little nervous to be honest because I thought I smelled old books and moth-proofing spices – oh!”
Warm Tyndall effect light at dusk Wisps of light shine diagonally into the room from the tall carved flower windows. The ancient chandelier hangs from the ceiling, emitting not very bright but soft orange light. The high dome ceiling is painted with a somewhat faded ancient sky. and mythology.
"There is such a big library here!" Lamizane said in surprise, "Pepe! This is great! You should have told me earlier!... Wait, is that the administrator here? ”
A mortal, an old mortal wearing a simple dark civil official robe, was sitting in what looked like the lending registration office. The old man was sitting comfortably behind a large long desk. He closed his eyes and rested in his work chair. Apparently, he was still reading just now, but at this moment, the ancient book has been bookmarked and put aside.
Time has left deep marks on his face, and he has no intention of erasing it, just like the library itself.
Quack!
Wow, I’m really surprised because I’m a completely stupid new author and I don’t have enough level to post Easter egg chapters, so I didn’t bother to rush...I thought I wouldn’t reach a round number this month, but I just finished my work and opened the page to look at it. Just a few votes short of the number and I almost had an obsessive-compulsive disorder attack (you)
Fortunately, a fairy book friend soon filled it up for me! You are so awesome!
(End of this chapter)