Chapter 251 Guess who showed up secretly again
“Things are not quite right.”
When I said this, in the Hall of Omens on the Destiny Steel—or rather, the Iron Blood , the hermit think tanks of Iron Heart were lying on the ground in a mess - lying on the cold floor of the hall, only the psychic absorption magic circle connected to them was still running flickeringly, and the early access The biological cables are constantly injecting some kind of life vitality shining with a light yellow color from Magna Dorn on the main wall of the hall into the bodies of the Think Tanks to maintain the latter's existence, lest their bodies cannot bear it. The excessive spiritual pressure instantly disintegrated into dust and dissipated into reality.
If Captain Sklar of Iron Heart had not witnessed how these people built this place bit by bit using very "normal" materials, he would have thought that this was the scene. It was the brothers of the Chapter who were attacked by some kind of targeted subspace conspiracy trap or demon.
The fearless helmet-shaped sensor turned worriedly to the direction of the main planner. In view of what he had seen and heard in the past few days on the Iron-Destiny Steel, the originally bold and cautious Second Company Commander After mentally preparing myself, I was about to carefully ask the other person——
"What's wrong?"
Lami Zane was originally separated in the hall by Perturabo on the grounds that "for laymen, just close your eyes and output your computing power and psychic energy, so as not to cause trouble." The people in the side hall of the dedicated isolation circle were also called over by Magna's anxious communication at this moment.
The Iron Warriors and Imperial Fists outside the Hall of Omens who were summoned to guard this ceremony - well - everyone is still using the "Silver Skull" for some unique and unspoken reasons. Painted - they stick to their posts, with their armors in place and their weapons loaded. The genetically enhanced nerves and senses of the Space Marines have been adjusted to the best state by the injected drugs and hormones in the power armor, and they are always ready to follow the instructions. The Primarch's orders were to stop anything suspicious - either to keep something from getting out, or to keep something from getting in.
“Something is not right!”
Peturabo’s expression was solemn (God knows how Lamizane could see the look on a dog’s black and white furry saddle face). Di said again, and at the same time shouted to Master Kadu'er who was working hard to guide the ceremony at the ceremony node, "How are you doing there?!"
The originally elegant and easy-going old man still looks very elegant and easy-going now. If you ignore the veins popping up on his temples, the energy smoke escaping from the clenched back molars and the soles of his feet due to the violent infusion of spiritual energy is like dry ice overflowing from the container. If it is constantly being eliminated by the protective ritual circle on the floor of the hall.
Oh, and also, his golden eagle staff, which he always carries with him, is now used as a kind of "key" and is inserted in the center of the summoning ritual formation. Now the original on the eagle staff is The blazing flames have already reached a height of three feet, and it seems that they are still trying to burn through something.
“I don’t know what’s going to happen next,” Master Kadu’er’s hood slipped off his head, and his long white reed-like hair was stirred by the spiritual energy in the air. The air flow blew back and flew up in a mess. The old man gritted his teeth and tried hard to hold on to his staff. A thin layer of sweat began to rise from his forehead. He struggled to maintain the operation of the entire huge and complex magic circle, "But I am very sure. You know what’s coming next!”
“What’s going on?”
“Perturabo (Gothic expletive) don’t do something about this place right now. It will explode due to the constant overload of psychic energy!"
"The (crackling ozone accompanied by the sound of psychic lightning) phased aetheric supermatrix in the Hall of Omens can never be overloaded! It was designed and perfected by me personally, and is powered by (the psychic surge suddenly grows larger, and a huge psychic Able to airburst the vocabulary here) A true masterpiece of construction! It can even easily withstand the summoning ceremony of the 'King of Kings' Phantom before!"
"Well, have you considered it? The amount of psychic energy I can use? "
"You are...! You are someone who can move and anchor into the subspace for many years! It won't be that difficult for you to fish out a Primarch who has a fixed anchor here and a beacon on his body! How much more redundancy does one need?"
< br>"Oh my God, Terra! How come you are so like him at this point?! Such unfounded arrogance! Such unfounded self-confidence! But have you ever thought about me ( Gothic swear) Is it possible that I don’t have a body that can store so much spiritual energy? "I have to coordinate all the energy flows and time and space flows here! Do you know how precise this is? Let me go!" No! I can’t leave!”
"Then why do you still have time to talk to me?! Cough!" The old man swallowed back what he coughed up into his throat, and then twisted his staff half a circle, and the sleeves of his robe were also affected by psychic waves. The strong wind blew, showing his lean and strong arms.
"So I can't speak anymore!" Perturabo shouted, "I (Gutella swears) can't use the brain-computer interface now! I have to concentrate!"
here we go again. When Captain Sklar heard this, he immediately stopped in his tracks very consciously, turned around with an expressionless face (although he didn't know why he could see the expressionless face from the helmet-type sensor of the Dreadnought), and tried to be as quiet as possible. Stay away from this place silently.
Concerned about his comrades and tone-deaf to other matters, the Second Company Commander decided to see if he could help his fellow Think Tank brothers lie down more comfortably on the floor - because it looked like they might still be lying there. For a long time.
The old man's solitary, elegant and easy-going output continued for a while, but it did not last long - on the one hand, even non-think tank personnel like Sklar could see that the situation was indeed starting to get a little out of control, and on the other hand, On the one hand, there is one of the biggest variables here. I don’t know whether it is because he wants to help or because he feels that he can’t be idle and may be able to make a difference. When his dog and a certain former imperial civil servant are accusing each other, he walks into the formation——
Magna Dorn blinked in the wall and looked at Lamizane Carosini walking over.
“Oh my God, Magna.” Lamizane looked worriedly at young Dorn, whose steel wings and hands on his back were fused into the countless cables, pipes and mechanical tentacles of the wall, “ You don't look very good."
"No problem." The voice of the person he was looking at had a different electronic and steel texture than usual, like a metal CPU, radiator, etc. The computing unit and the memory are singing a humming low-frequency and harmonious mechanical hymn, "Although my workload has reached 100%, the temperature of the main processing unit is still within an acceptable range."
The face belonging to young Dorn has completely lost the texture of human skin color. The electronic units and solder joints with psychic processing effects are shining with blue aura on his steel-colored face. It looks like It looks like it will crack along the lines soon.
The eyeballs in his eyes have turned into balls of light that are constantly passing through the binary code, watching everything in the hall, while resisting the ever-increasing psychic impact.
"I'm okay, I'm okay, I can hold on. ... I am the Fist of the Empire, I am the Guard of Terra, I am the cornerstone of everything in the Empire."
He said that only the two of them could listen. The arriving voice whispered to him, and at the same time, a cold lightning flashed across Lamizane's back, making his hair tremble.
"Rogal Dorn will never fail in front of Perturabo."
Everyone present felt a new power pouring into and protecting their bodies.
(End of this chapter)