Chapter 243 I’m serious, don’t think too much and everything will be fine
The brains, captain and brave Ms. Salin of the Twelfth Legion’s flagship are making preparations. In order to ensure safety, they will temporarily move her She was taken out from the central control cocoon of the Desert Ark where she had stayed for dozens of centuries, and after a blessing and protective ceremony, she was carefully sent to the Iron-Blooded.
This is indeed very troublesome. In everyone's opinion, it would be much more convenient to let the Fourth Primarch condescend.
But a certain black and white plush tyrant insists that only the Iron Blood's venue can ensure smoothness and safety. If they want their genetic father's return to be as foolproof as possible, then it is best to let everything go All carried out according to the requirements of the Lord of Iron, and obediently obeyed the orders of the Lord of the Fourth Legion!
Be obedient!
And he said weak and cruel words to the other party, such as "This is a threat! A threat! Father will never let you go if he finds out!": Do you want your father to come back? think? Then be obedient and leave me alone! I've had enough of you being left alone!
When the Iron Heart officers discussed privately, they thought this was a strange statement, as if the Iron Lord had ever had the opportunity to command them in combat.
The amniotic fluid cocoon that maintains the mind and soul of Ms. Lotara Sarin is approximately the height of two adults and less than two meters wide - mainly due to the large number of mechanical priests on the surface. The addition of strange devices, decorations, statues and other cables makes its shape less regular and measurable.
Now, in the unattended Hall of Omens, the multiple magic circles on the ground have been reactivated, and the surrounding incense, candles and other auxiliary supplies have been replaced with styles that another person is accustomed to using. , simpler, more ancient and more mysterious.
The iron rings that replace the ubiquitous servitors are busy and neatly arranging biological cables and mystical lines around them as required, and all the Iron Hearts currently on board the Desert Ark All the members of the monastery were already present, quietly waiting to contribute their share of the effort.
Lamizane looked curiously at these Iron Heart Think Tanks who painted their silver and blue armor black. They seemed to rarely appear in front of people, even during negotiations. This was very rare, after all, in In today's practice, the chapter leader and think tank leader in a canon regiment often have some very close ties and attitudes, such as a certain giant blue and a certain blue, or a certain little golden person and a certain The dress is very bloody.
His eyes glanced aimlessly back and forth among the think tanks wearing hoods, robes, and books hung on their waists. These people all had an atmosphere of tranquility that was rare among Space Marines. , and it seems that they are already used to similar rituals.
——The Think Tanks of Iron Heart dress up really strangely. They look like a think tank and a priest. They all wear skull helmets with teardrops and a crown of thorns on the helmet... But in fact, it’s not surprising that many members of the war group have some local characteristics in their details... His thoughts jumped to the cocoon cabin in front of him.
There is something like a small door on this big metal can, and what shines on the door is a name.
Lotala Sarin.
In someone's strange understanding, she is the powerful female captain of the Conqueror, half-manager of the War Dogs and World Eaters, and she may have some insecurities with Kahn. Feelings?
Anyway, this is not something that Ms. Lotala Salin should know now, mainly because Mr. Walter, the captain of the Iron Blood under someone, is obviously... um... in... um ...Is this the old house on fire... I'm serious... You are already with the Iron-Blooded Captain... Oh... Ms. Salin too... Then it's okay...
Lami Zane stared at the monitor on the side of the Iron Blood showing that his flagship was secretly flashing light signals in the direction of the Desert Ark - Hey, that is definitely the naval flag, don't think that you will die if you don't use the communication channel. People found you passing notes! Strictly speaking, you are all tens of kilometers long, and you can kill tens of thousands of lives with just one light spear! Can you stop being so innocent?
[Don’t look at it, and don’t make a fuss and yell. You are 300% responsible for the occurrence of this harmless but weird variable situation. 】
【...Me? ! Why am I responsible for this? ! Is this reasonable? ! 】
【Reasonable. Now stop your brain and stop thinking nonsense. We can't find enough powerful think tank directors now. The power of that stone has more important and more uses, and my power is responsible for coordinating and planning all data flows and variables. 】
【Then you dare to tell them that they need to use a soul with strong enough feelings for Angron as the ritual anchor, and then use another powerful enough psyker to power it, okay? Find a way to 'pull' him back? Wait, wait. 】
Mr. Lamizane Carosini’s vigilance, caution, but eagerness (to want) to (try) (to die) are clearly revealed at this moment.
【Finally! Finally it’s me, an ordinary librarian! Is it time to step onto the stage of this galaxy and be a hero to save...save the primarch! 】【What are you thinking about. 】Perturabo moved his claws like flying, typing out thousands of lines of code in twenty-two minutes, and quickly calculated them again.
[Some of the same guys who can't beat a Space Marine recruit in the balls or handle a Great Unclean One shouldn't even think about being crowned on the galactic stage. Be honest and be the wetware battery of the Iron Lord, even if you participated in the operation to save Angron. Although the person in charge this time - Sir Kadu Er is... well, not too professional in this regard, he can barely use it. After all, he is qualified to pull the strings of fate a little. 】
【...Pepe, baby, how can you give up on yourself! So your own body is a wetware battery! Dad doesn’t allow it—! 】
【What did you remember again to play with this! Who is your son? ! Damn it, don't mention that word - (Olympian expletive)! ! ! ! ! 】
Obviously a certain word that someone blurted out inappropriately triggered some causal lines and strange mechanisms in this place. What's worse is that the most experienced psychic spellcaster at the moment, Kadu Er Jazz is still preparing for meditation in his meditation room.
Buzz.
Millions of light and dark lines on the hall floor vibrated simultaneously.
Buzz.
The sound of "string" spreads to millions of worlds silently and loudly.
Buzz.
"What's going on?!" The space deformed, applauded, and twisted, the empty air began to crackle, and a flaming staff "split" out of thin air and appeared from the gap, The old man with a tight frown appeared next, and his voice had a rare urgency.
"What happened to the resonant vibration of that power just now?!"
He turned his face to the beautiful black and white lace shepherd's head exposed on the fearless body - and then turned back as if he was stabbed in the eye, frozen. Calm down and turn around again.
"This level of variables should not appear at this time! It will cause additional interference with what we are going to do!"
"I know!" Perturabo's electronic voice With annoyance in his face, he roared angrily at a figure wearing golden armor, "Dorn! (DORNNNNNN!) Isn't he ready yet?! You can't even do such a small thing?!"
Connected from the back of the head to the lumbar spine by countless flickering working cables hanging and pulled out from the ceiling and walls, it looked like a steel angel with huge wings - the soul of the Iron-Blooded master controller turned towards them with some aggrievement. He stood up to show that he was trying his best, and Perturabo angrily yelled at him to "turn your head and don't show that expression on that face."
I don't know who laughed secretly.
The cheerful and positive work mood infects everyone like the sunshine that dispels the gloom.
"Okay, let's see how far we can pull this time..."
(End of this chapter)
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