Chapter 196 What’s going on? -Yeah, what's going on——
Lami Zane Carosini, male, single, height, weight and age are (hidden due to certain requests), current body age is (Confidential but definitely over 13,000 years old), ancient Terran, family situation: one person has enough to eat and the whole family is not hungry;
Has some addictive hobbies but not many, often thinks that the world should be destroyed, but I restrained myself;
I am a dog and allergic to cat hair and dust, ataxic, a giant in theory, and a dwarf in action;
My personal Engel coefficient is extremely high, I don’t understand people’s minds but they are very It will smooth the dog's hair;
He once held a serious position as a librarian, and now he is also a tall Primarch who usually passes by;
Finally, he is now sitting in a very unreasonable universe, the glory queen of his own pet dog Sitting on the sofa on the super flagship, I fell into the biggest brainstorm of my life.
“Julius?” The body of the Fourth Primarch held its head in its hands and repeated for the ninth time in nine minutes, “Julius?! Little Robert?! Nuceria?! Angron? Oh my god - so Angron was raised by him - my god -" He looked at the sofa still sitting on the other side and looked strangely like a person in front of him. The brother of a dog, the Twelfth Primarch still maintained his good demeanor and gentle temperament.
Unfortunately, this handsome super guy did not turn into a phantom and disappear and wake him up from his dream, as he thought.
Seeing him looking over, the iron-hearted benevolent man's golden eyes narrowed, and Angron even smiled at Lamizane again.
The former librarian collapsed and yelled, "Ah ah ah what's wrong with the world?! What the hell is going on?!"
"Yeah, what's going on -" Black and white Border Collie The dog on the side responded slyly.
“That’s not right.” Lamizane threw himself in front of the dog before he finished speaking, and a big face of “Perturabo” suddenly appeared in front of Perturabo’s mouth, making Black and White who was gloating about his misfortune The shepherd dog was subconsciously startled - the dog's ears tightened, its tail drooped, its tongue licked the tip of its nose, its eyes flickered, it sat and raised one front paw -
- and then Lami Zane Naturally, he reached out and touched the dog's fluffy white belly.
“That’s not right.” He frowned, touched it a few times and stared at Perturabo.
And a certain Primarch who had reacted and became angry had already stood up and sat up, angry but more nervous, trying to push away the giant in front of him with his flesh pad, and said loudly, "What's wrong?!"
< br>"This is wrong - this is really bad." Lamizane stared at Perturabo, "I said, I didn't pay attention to the process when Julius was undergoing post-transformation. He was Honso The person who handled it - he was the last echo of the Astral Knights when he met us, and I remember the Astral Knights very clearly, they are a sub-group of the Imperial Fists, so - who did Robert Jr. use in his subsequent surgery? "
Angron was silent on the sofa opposite, but he thought that when his brother and himself were so out of control, he could use a little spiritual influence to make his presence felt. Becoming a little lower is a polite way of avoiding your brother - right?
"Ahem. Isn't that the gene seed stored in the Iron-Blooded Ship? Otherwise, where did that mixed-race brat get so many experimental materials. The Iron-Blooded Ship even has ingredients from ten thousand years ago, some of which are The gene seed inventory is also normal." The dog had regained his composure, and his tone was very matter-of-fact, except that his fur tail was still flapping slightly.
"Inventory? Where did you find the inventory of pure gene seeds for him to use?" Lamizane suddenly had a bright idea, his eyes were bright, and he was not fooled by the dog's beating at all. "That was not long after we left the Eye of Terror. I remember it very clearly."
"At that time, even the Iron Warriors on their new home star of Medlengard needed to fight and attack the Heart of Hydra Fortress to obtain the Imperial Fist's gene seed inventory in order to replenish their number of recruits - if it weren't for us At that time, Hong Suo was taken away in time, and they would have several more big fights because of the invention of the Demon's Womb and the uneven distribution of the seeds - so where did you get the pure and usable Iron Warriors seed inventory? "The suspicion in Lamizane's eyes grew stronger, and the powerful beings behind the invisible curtain began to uncontrollably stir.
“Or, you actually saved a batch of seeds on the Iron Blood, but you would rather watch your heirs snatch and dig out the seeds of the Imperial Fist to make your own Recruit? Considering that one of the most important meanings and control of a genetic primarch over his offspring is that the primarch who is not anchored by Chaos can continuously supply a large amount of pure and healthy gene seeds of the legion's bloodline——
"If you really can't produce pure and usable seeds after becoming a demon, you don't tell your heirs that you still have a batch of usable stocks in your hand to control them tightly, but instead let many of them Run out and start your own business? By chance, I have read that the Iron Warriors have many wandering warbands, some of which can even control several planets and even galaxies - as 'you', don't you think this behavior is very wrong? "
Before Perturabo, whose ears were wagging, his tail was slapping, and his eyes were rolling, spoke, Lamizane added, "Don't say you got it from me now. Although I will sleep for a long time after staying up late, I know very well whether there are any missing parts in my body. ”
"...That's not necessarily the case. When you get really tired, you won't wake up even if I blow a bunch of stars in your ears..." The dog muttered, then raised his voice, "I mean, it's the gene seed of the Iron Warriors! You can arrange a genetic test immediately! Even if you take it to Mars! Those idiots can tell you that it is the genetic seed of the Iron Warriors! "The light of logic in the ice blue eyes became brighter, "Combined with the fact that you have been closely related to the whereabouts and use of the seeds of the Imperial Fist since the rebellion, and combined with something I have always suspected... So, in fact, you gave Honso's source of fresh gene seeds is 'him', right? You transformed him into the source of your gene seeds, so you put Little Magna on standby during this meeting... That's why you called him 'Magna Mat (The Great Mother)', right? You never give people inappropriate titles!"
Looking at the dog's expressionless face. , Lamizane shook his head with a look of extreme disbelief, "Oh my god, it's crazy, it's crazy, it's crazy, Perturabo, did you modify your brother's genetic code or did it to him? What?! If your father knows about this behavior-"
"He won't care about it, as long as it can be used, just like Angron just has a name. ." Perturabo's voice was as cold as the permafrost glacier on the highest peak of Olympia, "The genetic seeds used by the two of us to transform our children are originally backups of each other, and only 'his' is the easiest and most suitable to modify. Become mine. Do you think that someone like the Corpse Emperor would not make a backup when he created us? It’s just that he didn’t expect that the backup would also be lost.”
The originally relaxing and warm living room, because Secrets that lead to orders of extermination and the launching of expeditions can become known even if they are heard in passing.
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Another digression
I just wrote about Endred Hal, the original broken hound, a few days ago. If the four vendors hadn't locked up the blood, Abaddon would have been put on the spot. The macho man who was beaten to death, the eighth company commander in this article - Nottingham Workshop actually produced his black shield painted chess pieces, and he is really very heroic among the chess villains. Please appreciate it together.
(Yes, it’s just average in other places, but this is GW’s HH chess piece head sculpt. Really handsome and extraordinary, and he has a full head of black round inches and a normal hairline. Normal and thick hair ! Win too much, Eighth Company Commander Hal! )
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