Chapter 216 Evaluation of the Taste of the All-Changing Demon Lord
While letting his poor brother, whose brain was still stuck in the classical interstellar age of exploration, digest the explosive information he heard, Perturabo raised his eyebrows with his eyes. With his peripheral vision, he glanced at the numerous graphics lists in front of him. At a glance, most of them still stayed within the normal green range.
Look, it’s okay. Although the preliminary work is tiring and tedious, no knot is superfluous. When all the lines are arranged to their planned positions, as long as they are In the distant future, just wait for the advancing river of time to tighten the web of fate.
Just like fishing on the river, weaving fishing nets is what a qualified person who wants to live here for a long time should do patiently, instead of directly robbing your neighbor's fish.
Since I wrote the code to automatically color all charts, it has become much easier to keep everything under my control. Even a shepherd dog can easily do it after using the brain computing power of two original bodies! Perturabo, you are such an epoch-making genius, General Forge of Mars is a crappy programmer! He can't even write the simplest driver code! Look what they did to Iron Shi’s heirs! Speaking of which, I wonder what happened to Fulgrim Ishtar and the others...
ha! Look at the labor tools and production means that the old skeleton can provide to his employees that will make people die suddenly at just a glance! Don’t blame this last fragment of the smart Malcador for knowing the current situation and coming to do things for us. Hey, of course, this is definitely not because Malcador’s eyes were shocked by the essence of Lamizane...
It must be because I was shocked by my great cause that I turned from darkness to light!
The Fourth Primarch nodded with satisfaction at his extraordinary and passionate work, and licked his tongue to moisten the tip of his black nose.
And as a cautious writer, for the most important content, he also hid a thousand coding robots on the Iron Blood to copy parchment roll backups day and night, perfect!
These data visualizations, large and small, now glow in various colors in the cockpit, suspended on either side of the black and white plush tyrant’s head – to accommodate the dog’s side-to-side vision As for the specially modified distribution pattern, if a human sits in this position, what his or her eyes see will be strangely partially overlapping and make him or her extremely uncomfortable, possibly causing some symptoms of vomiting and dizziness.
But for dogs, it’s just right. However, only Perturabo among dogs can separate his two eyes to receive information to improve work efficiency.
To be honest, if it weren't for his supernatural fur and muscles that cannot be implanted with any biological implants, his work efficiency would have been greatly improved by 10,000% - then You can ask Mr. Lamizane Carosini to happily play with his Genesis mud and craft collection in the children's craft area, and let the truly chaotic, ambitious, furry, and those who want to rule the human race... The strongest and most evil king in the galaxy, Perturabo BC, who has seized all the pearls of Terra and Mars, and the demon Perturabo BC, do whatever they want in this galaxy.
Unfortunately not.
Perturabo sighed secretly in his heart.
The cost of "obtaining" Lamizane Carosini as the center of the entire web of time and destiny was calculated clearly from the beginning, and although this decision was made at the end It was made in a desperate move, but the verification process was not careless or hasty.
The rigorous and meticulous demonstration process has been carried out secretly for hundreds of centuries at the beginning and end of time and space, just to obtain solid proof for this galaxy to accept the arrival of Lamizane, the most intelligent person in the entire universe. , superhuman scholars and hermits who understood the deepest mysteries diligently and voluntarily were imprisoned there for this purpose - because the rule of "no entry, no exit" ensured their safety. If they tried to take even half a step out, they would be in danger. It will immediately fall into the hands of the ever-changing Lord who is eyeing him.
This guy who was extremely curious and cherished his life didn’t dare to come in, but then he thought of a way and threw many Transformable Demon Lords here, which was really annoying for a while, and not only was there no meat, but the essential taste was also Not tasty.
In the end, the one named Carlos was caught in the aftermath of the proof results and was ejected...
Looking back, we still have to deal with this old bird who has seen so many things. Just catch him and deal with it, but this guy just got touched by the aftermath and inadvertently acquired the characteristic of "a god who will never be truly born", which makes "catch him and deal with him" quite troublesome... Even if Xin Liezhi didn't realize what he was, he would never stop paying attention to him.
In a small rock structure room on a desolate planet in this remote sector, Perturabo's extraordinary four-legged plush creature was spinning at high speed something about the entire human race, the galaxy, and When the ultimate mystery of the universe is stormed.
One of the honorary guards of the Carrick Planetary Governor's Mansion was also observing the tall Emperor's Angel standing silently by the floor-to-ceiling windows. This rare visitor is the guard and protector of the Rogue Trader, who is currently discussing the details of trade with Lord Alexey at the long table.
It seems that this rogue trader is a bit socially awkward, but authenticity is important. Although there was no concession in the negotiation, the faces of the governor and his cronies were originally highly alert and suspicious. His expression had softened to the naked eye, and he even agreed to the other party's strange suggestion that "it's already three o'clock in the afternoon, let's talk while having afternoon tea."
Uh-wait a minute...I think...it seems like it would be good to have some tea at three o'clock in the afternoon? Perhaps, when he returns home from duty next time, he can let his wife try doing this at home...
The guard thought so, tightened the gun in his hand, and continued to observe the Space Marine guards of the Rogue Trader. .
Except for the ships that regularly deliver food and exchange necessary goods, and the ships used by the Ministry of War to recruit Ogryn people, no new people have visited Carrick for many, many years.
The guard's eyes eagerly observed the dress and equipment of the visitors from afar.
He looks so big and strong, exuding an admirable war temperament, as if he is the war itself...so dazzling and admirable!
It's a pity that the dark paint color is not bright enough. I always feel that there should be some red and white on his black metal heavy armor, and maybe it would be good to change it to gray-blue with yellow... …
…If I could become tall and strong like this…
...If I were wearing armor like this...
...I feel like it should be...
...It would fit...
There is a strange itching A tingling sensation ran across the guard's skin.
Due to his duties while on duty, he suppressed the strange thought in his heart that he wanted to "shake" his body.
This kind of scratching feeling, as if "just shake it" and "it will grow bigger and grow armor" is too strange. How can he fall into what the old man said is a child's fantasy at this time... What he thinks about himself Feeling a little funny, I began to recite in my heart the meditation songs of the Carrick people that had been passed down from thousands of years ago.
"Armavirumquecano, TroiaequiprimusaborisItaliam, fatoprofugus, Laviniaquevenitlitora..."
(End of this chapter)