Chapter 254 is a rare sight
“Angron Petra!!!!!!!!!”
The source of the roaring sound made the Hall of Omens Everyone who is still awake can't help but focus on this angry speaker.
Immediately, the sound of loading and chambering of many different bolt, deflagration or bolt weapons sounded within a tenth of a second.
"Alien!!! Shameful alien!!! You filthy alien who desecrated the sacred fighting body of the Imperial warriors!" roared the man who first raised his Skerius-type Storm Assault Cannon. It is the ancient sage who hates evil and Master Rilano, the steward of the Paladin Royal Court.
The scarred Contemptor's fearless accuracy was unimpaired by his shattered, blackened appearance, with each round landing on target - inspiring more of the shimmering structure of the shield.
"Wait a minute! Master Rilanor! Listen to my explanation! And this is not an alien!" Angron Petra was surrounded by his descendants who rushed into the venue crying with joy. He just peeked out of the crowd. With a head and an arm, he anxiously explained loudly, "This is the Iron-Blooded! This is my fourth brother! Not an alien!"
"It's ridiculous! Brother?! Do you mean this? Could it be the Primarch of the Iron Warriors, Lord Perturabo! Your Highness Angron Petra! I originally thought you were a noble and rational person worthy of my trust! Turned into a dog or we, the noble lord of mankind, had such a furry dog son who could speak human language!”
Lami Zane’s expression suddenly changed as he was about to come over and say something. , and so do some others.
"You..." the black and white plush tyrant stared at the ancient sage Rilano with a very calm but gloomy expression and tone, "...say...what... What...?”
"Although I don't know who you are, please stop talking!"
"Stop talking? Isn't this exactly a dog?! Or one sitting blasphemously in the cockpit of the noble Dauntless The dog! It even utters human words! This abominable evil thing! "You... said... that... word......" The entire hull of the Iron-Blooded began to vibrate, and the eyes of the Iron Angel with the face of the Seventh Gene Primarch on the wall radiated brighter blue light, and all the lines and solder joints were lit up, showing that he was suffering extreme pain. Large overload operation.
Oh (Gutella swears).
"Master Kadu'er! And Magna, no matter who it is, I'll ask you to help maintain order first!!"
It was too late to make any further analysis or further processing of the completely chaotic scene in front of me. There was one thing that mattered the most.
The body of the Lord of Steel, Perturabo, pounced on the black-and-white dog Fearless in full view of the public, and began to stroke its fur to appease, coax, and induce him, etc. A series of extremely skillful but immediately shocking actions were taken. Most people feel that human-like behavior is like a thunderbolt.
"Baby! I think they just don't know it's you! Just let us explain!"
"I'm not a dog! I'm Perturabo!"
"Yes, yes... you are Perturabo... Hey, hey, hey, don't be angry, don't be angry..."
"I want to make him into a thousand living cannonballs and stuff them into the macro cannon and fire them out!!!"
"Yes, yes, we will talk about this later. Ah, Pepe, baby, in this way, let's go to the other side first. How about cooling down in the room?”
“I’m going to use his head as a ball in the Blood Bowl!”
“Eh? There’s one here too... No, that’s right. Say, well, baby Pepe, look, we have so many things to do now, and there are so many people here..."
Poor Mr. Lamizane Carosini worked hard He tried his best to calm down the red-eyed black and white dog tyrant, completely unaware of whose face and body he was using to do something so horrifying that it would reach the end of the heat death of the universe.
Until the person involved glanced at his clear and stupid face with his mouth pouting and making a slurping sound.
Another glance. Another look.
Then a certain Chaos Tyrant suddenly woke up and looked around the entire Hall of Omens with a stiff face.
Then the high-precision auspicious device in front of him was very considerately posted by the powerful self-owned database of Iron Blood and LOGOS next to each of the hundreds of unfamiliar faces staring at them in amazement. The name, legion, rank and biographical profile of the Astartes are tagged——
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
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After the explosive and shocking accident in the Hall of Omens and the two subsequent equally explosive and shocking incidents——
Although the aftermath has not settled, just how to properly make the vigilant thousand-year-old predecessors believe in themselves and obey the arrangements and how to properly place them have made the few officers on the Iron-Blooded ship (considering Liandasa Deradu was still lying in the infirmary (short of medical treatment and medicine) and was so busy that he hit the back of his head with his feet, but.
His Royal Highness Perturabo, the Lord of the Iron Warriors, the Fourth Primarch, the Demon Lord, and the one who loves to rule everyone most, announced that he needs some time to do some "quiet meditation."
He didn't want to see anyone during this period.
Including your own body.
Especially your own body!
Oh, by the way, Angron Petra and his excited descendants were pulled into the Chapter Master's office by Lamizane and Kadu'er before they could reunite.
“What’s going on with you?! How come you have so many people around you?!”
Chapter Master Lamizane clapped the stack of reports in his hand sadly.
"I've finished reading Magnar's accident report! You've finished reading it too, right?! You almost killed everyone! Angron Petra! It's really just a matter of silence." , a blockbuster!"
Although Master Kadu'er didn't say anything, there was a clear expression in his eyes: "You are indeed someone's brat. These ungrateful brats would still be the same in another place. This means that my life will be shortened."
"Uh...that's it, I said it, when I found myself on Istvan III, what I saw and heard, under those circumstances, it was impossible for me to give up on them. , I believe...my brother, I think it will work?"
"You might as well pull in your mortal brothers and sisters! They are much easier to pull in than these veterans!" Master Kadu'er! Words full of resentment rang out, "My old bones can't stand your torment like this!"
"Well, now," Angron Petra's golden eyes looked at a certain chapter leader with a strange look, "people have also been brought, and they are all here, and they are all loyal."
< br>"Wait a minute." Lamizane Carosini's eyes became brighter and brighter as he picked up another stack of lists under the report and looked through it. "The names of these people...?"
" What's wrong with these people's names? With my reputation, they are absolutely loyal..."
"No! You don't understand!" A certain weird smile appeared on someone's face. The spread on the Fourth Primarch's face grew bigger and bigger, making the Twelfth Primarch suddenly feel a chill in his vest.
"Hahahahahahahahahahaha! Sol Tarvitz! Solomon! Gavir Loken! Torgadon! Ah! Good! Hee hee! It's all mine!!!!"
(End of this chapter)