Chapter 252 The Joy of Harvest (?)
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Lamizan Carosini was shocked and seriously (?) thought about the entire situation in front of him. Seconds later, he knocked on the black-and-white dog again in the psychic communication. After getting no response but a fierce and violent "I'm busy, you have to eat and talk to me later" emotion, he decided to give up the previous words and asked the question directly. .
"So is there anything I can do?" He asked towards the huge Iron Angel statue that perfectly combines steel, machinery, psychic energy and electronic products. "Although I can't quite figure out what happened. What, but I always feel that the situation at this moment is not good." He rubbed his arms.
"It's very bad. If they can't 'pull' the things on 'that side' out of the magic circle in the next few minutes, either the 'thread' will break. Angron will be lucky. If he does, he will stay at his current point in time forever, or even worse, he will wander forever and be lost in the tide of subspace; or we will pull out the 'line', but we don't know why the number of variables on the other end has become so high, It far exceeds the highest expected and designed safety limit... It is very likely that everything here will be detonated the moment it is pulled out, and then reduced to atoms in a supernova explosion caused by the annihilation of space and time."
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"...The results of this sound so exaggerated that I have no sense of reality."
"It may even exceed the supernova star. According to calculations, the probability of directly generating a singularity black hole in situ It's not zero. They probably didn't tell you for protection reasons..." The eyes of the huge Iron Angel statue transformed by Dorn flashed with violent light spots and psychic light, "But I don't think so, In fact, Perturabo has always been prone to such small problems in places like this... But he can usually get through it with his own ability. This time, things are indeed beyond everyone's control... Come here..."
Lami Zain walked over as he was told, and a small crystal memory storage appeared on the Iron Angel's chest. "Unlock it and you can read the next steps. This is more accurate and reliable than what I can tell you in words." "More."
"Well...although it is a taboo to transfer unknown mobile storage devices to your host...but it should be okay, after all, this is our home court?" Zane muttered some safety common sense from Gu Terra, and approached the small glowing crystal, "How do I unlock it?"
"Gene lock," the other party replied, "The original body's genetic code is unique. One—there are always only eighteen in this galaxy.”
Lamizane shrugged, "Okay, I knew it." He picked it up and then kissed the crystal.
"Wow." The body of the Fourth Primarch exhaled.
"Well, this doesn't look like anything?"
Donne's eyes fluctuated violently as he watched him.
“Isn’t that just this thing? Hey, I thought it was some kind of sophisticated and difficult job! It’s true for Pepe, I can still do this simple thing!”
The face of the huge steel angel seemed to be trembling, his calculation speed was faster, and condensation water began to condense on the surface of his steel one by one.
Didn’t Perturabo make a mistake...? But...?
The body of the Fourth Primarch stepped into the site where the psychic surge had begun to surge like waves in the real world.
The stable power of Dorne spreading throughout the hall is still protecting the people present, but the power of the supreme heaven that originally only struck sporadicly and annihilated the shield has now become more violent and unscrupulous, and the shield has become more and more violent and unscrupulous. The impact the shield withstood was so powerful that it could almost be traced by the aura to the shape of a honeycomb structure that was originally invisible to the naked eye.
Only Ramizan Carosini walked inside muttering, looking like the kind of person who could kill a mortal with a single touch - from body to soul - - Or transformed into a Chaos Egg - the psychic wave was just like an ordinary blue wave, and he even had the time to scatter the hungry invisible beings inside that were waiting for an opportunity to jump onto his body and arms.
Those vicious things that come into contact with his body have little intelligence, but are very dangerous - melting away like ice that encounters light, completely -
Aphrodisiac on Dorne's visual interface The instrument readings clearly told him that those things were not the demons they knew in the usual sense that returned to the subspace after being destroyed - those things had indeed been completely "erased" or "offset" and no longer existed. It has been restored, and where it was annihilated, only the most basic cosmic particles and the power of ether remain. No matter who comes, no one can discover what originally existed here in reality and subspace. It cannot be described, constructed, or restored.
This power actually takes effect on both sides of the curtain at the same time.
When Dorn realized this, he immediately understood why Perturabo had not turned to Lami Zane for help in this situation. The risk is indeed too great. It was indeed for insurance reasons, but not Lamizane - it was to protect their target and everyone nearby.
"It's my fault. It turns out that I was the one who made the mistake of empiricism and pride." The huge steel angel sighed softly in the wall, his steel umbilical cord connecting everyone in the hall, Petula Bo was in his car, surrounded by countless auxiliary screens. He was so busy that he wanted to use his tail to tap the input device. At this time, he saw the bright brown eyes of the black and white plush tyrant glance towards him, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally.
Is that the pride of victory in those eyes? Donn didn't know, but he was so blessed at the moment that he put on Magna's usual expression towards the other party.
The border collie put away the distraction for a moment and continued to devote himself to his work.
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Angron Petra began to worry about whether he could fulfill his promise to those who trusted him.
The huge spiritual barrier light ball that enveloped them all indeed took them away from the coral dome of the Cantor's Palace on Istvan III - they saw the first thing a second before leaving. A high-energy orbital bomb fell on it, and the dome began to collapse - the beacon turned completely red and flashed for the last time. Everyone felt that a 'thread' was divided into countless strands and woven into an invisible 'giant network'. Then all of them were swept up in the dangerous waves of the Warp.
“I never imagined that the travel experience of leaving the void ship in this place would be like this.” Sage Rilanor commented sharply on this, “Just like I never dared to imagine that someone’s mind formed The Geller force field can be firm, stable, pure and thick to this extent."
The Contemptor fearlessly raised his paw and tapped the translucent, faintly glowing ball wall, and it tapped in his test. There's something wonderful about the bottom, firm yet soft.
“Honestly, when I look outside after this force field is so thick, I really can’t feel much impact other than anger and disgust. Now I fully understand how powerful a primarch can be, and I understand even more. To realize the greatness of His Majesty the Emperor."
"This is not something I can do alone, Manager Wang Ting, I have support, but we have indeed been drifting here for too long. ," Angron Petra frowned slightly. He didn't know if it was due to the light from the ball wall. The King of Iron Heart also seemed to be glowing faintly. "According to my original guess, we should just pass by here quickly and then... Can fall into the physical universe”
"Ha! Maybe they originally only wanted to catch your big fish, but they didn't expect that you brought hundreds of small fish and couldn't drag the net!"
"Haha... It shouldn't be the case, right? After all, you can pull it up with just a little force, right?”
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Pseudonym—it’s not a pseudonym, I’m just using myself. The former Imperial Regent of the former name is tightening his grip on his scepter, trying to maintain the integrity of dimensions and space-time latitude and longitude while trying to "drag" what's inside out.
What the hell! Even the twelfth one who has completely changed will not have such a heavy "influence" on the scale! What happened over there? !
A pair of hands stretched out and grabbed the golden eagle scepter - the flames on it condensed in a roaring sound, and reluctantly turned into a stream of black gold and flowed back to the scepter and the hand.
The old man stared at the hands and his owner with horrified eyes.
"Well, I have seen the action of trawling a fishing net many times! No problem!" said the confident librarian, as he pulled hard, and then pulled again——
"Angron is a little heavier than I thought? But I am also the body of the original body now, so the weight should be no problem... Let me try again... I think it should be almost... ?”
As a large “spray” of etheric energy was splashed onto the floor of the hall, it immediately dissipated into a thick white fog of energy that obscured the view.
The flame of the Golden Eagle Scepter returned to its normal burning height.
Crack, crackle.
The sound of many ceramic metals hitting the ground.
"...Huh? What, is Angron's armor broken? What is this...what..."
Lamizane and Kadu'er suddenly found themselves in Among the hundreds of space warriors who still smelled of the smoke of war.
Silence is the signal tonight.
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“Angron Petra!!!!! ! ” Perturabo BC’s angry roar echoed under the high dome of the Hall of Omens.
(End of this chapter)