Chapter 221 is so amazing! ! ! See the moment!
The Iron Father who emerged from the dusty conquest hall of the Rakuan clan has an extremely huge figure.
It’s not that he is taller than the average Space Marine, but considering their close connection with Mars and the Martian Mechanical Magi’s habit of always modifying themselves to be very huge——
So Markan Feros, as the one with the lowest degree of transformation among all the Iron Fathers, except for his left hand, which inevitably exposed a silver-gray metal skeleton and half of his head that was transformed into metal, other parts of his body were actually transformed into metal. It looked fairly normal and was covered in an equally normal looking black ceramite armor.
——Of course, if you don’t count the huge mechanical snatch arm that is almost two-thirds of the height of Feros behind him, and the shoulder-mounted Seiko heavy explosive bomb "Gorgon" proudly held high on his shoulders. "Wrath", an ultra-high-voltage voltage contact mounted on an extra mechanical arm hanging from his waist, and the huge power gear ax "Hand of Pain" in his hand.
"The bones and blood of Chemos! Garuda, my loyal partner, I began to think that maybe they chose this place to meet because they also had to consider the weight of the other Iron Fathers."
The great metal birds chirped low in their own link and responded to the Phoenix in a binary language formed by the electricity - a rather helpful fact was that the Purple Court Phoenix relied on Garuda after the third minute of waking up in the Dreadnought Crypt. Through the explanation and demonstration, I roughly understood the basic usage of basic binary language, and then at the 33rd minute, I was able to speak them as fluently as any Martian Mechanical Bishop or Iron Father, and quickly passed the layers with this. The protective door ran to the upper level.
Fulgrim admitted with some shame that when he took Garuda to the upper level, he saw those sleeping Dreadnoughts with normal life and electromagnetic signals, and took the opportunity to find some black paint for himself to blend in. At that time, I did feel some kind of emotional fluctuations that were not very bright and perfect but really joyful, like escaping from death.
——Otherwise, even he is not sure whether he can escape from the horrific scrutiny of "those things". There seems to be one among them, and another with some thinking ability to control them. , fortunately, he was able to forge some signals to escape as soon as possible.
Even if you are stepping on the red line, those are almost considered crossing the line.
He was convinced.
“——But he may be the most balanced and lightest of those crude creations that have distorted the original perfection.”
“Indeed, his transformation part should be here The relatively least among the company commanders... But what I worry about most is this, my flying friend. If those who trust and rely too much on mechanical judgment are deceived by sophisticated data, they will turn a blind eye to the facts happening in front of them. This leaves us to focus only on the weaving of data. But the human eye does not. They, like the human brain, must be persuaded by an alternative, random and susceptible to the 'eureka' of chaos."
“——There are gains and losses, good and bad, it just depends on the user’s own heart.”
“A very profound answer, Garuda, I hope that today we We can throw our own dice with our own hands.”
And while Fulgrim Ishtar was a little uneasy as a matter of course, he still stood firm and waited for Malkan Feros to approach.
The encrypted communication channel between the Iron Hands Captains is always on.
"Shiss - this channel should be safe, just you and me. Feros."
"I think so, how about it, Basque, you have already done this to this guy The ancient warriors conducted a thorough inspection, right?"
"That's true, but our doubts, the doubts of the Karagu clan have not gone away - never gone away."
"What? Is there something wrong with Sobek Wieland's inspection results?" "No, his data code verification is perfect, and his speed and deconstruction habits are even the same as Sobek Wieland's 10,000 years ago. Mr. De's speed and habits in passing verification were exactly the same when he was in Medusa. He was perfect in passing verification."
"So is there something wrong with his various transmission protocols? ? Did he lose himself in the long stream of physical departure and disappearance? "
"No, his transmission port is completely consistent with his claimed experience on both the physical and data levels, both for ten thousand years. The remnants of the systems and models used in the past also have traces of being transformed by the latest technology."
"In that case, as the company commander of the Hamonk clan, Hastym specially hired me with this attitude. That’s very interesting...Didn’t Elder Wieland raise any objection to the fact that your Karagu clan escorted him?”
"This matter is due to us voluntarily coming as his escort. Hastam of Hammonk has some differences with me on this matter. He thinks that Sobek Wieland has no problem and can be used as a regular online sacred forge. A member of the Guard or mobilized as needed - but we have solved it through the ancient duel ritual."
"You? Basque? I thought it was some kind of thing to see you descending from the Holy Mountain of Karash. A precursor to the collapse of the earth - and you are dueling with Hastam for a holy fearless person today? This is a truly strange incident, Basque, I sincerely think that you have nothing but patience, seriousness, calmness and the ability to welcome me until the galaxy cools down. Except for the return of the father of genes, he doesn’t care much about anything else.”
Markan Feros personally has no intention of commenting on whether the Kalagu clan’s waiting on the Black Snow Holy Mountain is worth it, but he cares about them ten thousand times. The constant waiting over the years for the return of the genetic father is still full of respect. Therefore, when he asked this question, he was truly surprised that the emotional current was passing through his body.
"If you are so stupid, why are you disguising yourself as an ordinary guard and waiting here? Basque, I don't remember that the Karagu clan has any tradition of disguise or similar hobbies. Elder Wieland knows this Something?”
The leader and company commander of the Karagu clan, Basque Karagu, answered his colleagues in a secret code in a muffled voice under the helmet of an ordinary Iron Hand warrior.
"He doesn't know. And we don't. The Karagu clan doesn't have this custom. Every bomb in all our vehicles has been accurately calculated and planned before it is fired, and its destination must be Fall to the point we want, no matter what it is. Karagu never believes in coincidence and luck, Markan Feros, Karagu only believes in the inevitability of causality and logical calculation."
Obviously, the Iron Father of the Rakuan clan is not very patient and dwells too much on this, "In that case, why did you say that we will hold the Steel Moon event here this year, and then called me to talk to him? Meeting? ——Don’t tell me it’s really going to be held. It’s true that the lunar eclipse is coming soon, but the starting point for this year’s recruit selection is actually on the other side, and no one can get there right away except when it ends. ——You didn’t tell him about this?”
The patriarch of the Karagu clan answered the question with a small pulse that could express the nature of the question, “has been answered.” Karagu only believes in the unbreakable causal connection and the inevitability after logical calculation: Ferrus Manus, the father of our genes, will surely return to the place where he descended, Mount Karash, and once again lead his descendants towards the end of the world. The promised glory soared. "
The warriors of Karagu are still so optimistic about the Primarch's unlikely return for thousands of years, and they can even completely ignore the fact that Gorgon's sacred skull is now hidden deep inside. ...The Iron Father of the Lacuan clan was about to shake his head and sigh secretly, but he suddenly froze in mid-movement.
He suddenly realized what astonishing content Basque Caragu was hinting to him.
As if ten thousand years had passed, Malkan Feros heard a dry question squeezed out of his throat, "Are you sure? Are you sure it's him?"
"All of us Calculations, all predictive algorithms, all logical reasoning machines, and all machinery rejoiced at the same moment, and Markan Feros traced the origin of it all to Sobek Wieland in Hammonk. The moment of awakening in the cellar of the Gorgon Forge. ”
The voice of Basque Karagu is as firm as the sacred mountain of Karash. "Sobek Wieland is either Ferrus Manus himself, or the person who came from Ferrus Manus."
(End of this chapter)