Chapter 256 My Lord, the original body
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Angron Petra hid himself in the secret door and looked carefully into the corridor outside. After a quick glance, he didn't bring any guards or servants with him, because he didn't want to be seen by his current behavior, nor did he want others to make more noise.
A few drops of imperceptible sweat quietly flowed from the original body's plump red hair and disappeared into the collar.
It should be okay to go out and go through the passage now...
He thought about it, he didn't feel "that" nearby, someone was arranged to delay it today, and he specifically asked his fourth brother about the path he took today. Normally no one would take it and no one would pay attention. It reached a path that was barely large enough for the original body to pass through.
"Of course we have other secret paths here," he remembered his black and white plush fourth brother telling him at the time, "but that means for me, not for you." Brown almond-shaped eyes looked at the majestic and magnificent Twelfth Primarch from head to toe with a sense of resentment and sourness. "This is the only way your size can go." Angron selectively ignored it by the way. Perturabo's "I think very efficient solution" to "this little thing" that has been bothering him recently - for example, maybe adding something to the macrocannon shells when they are cast may have some magical additional effects.
After all, this is something he is responsible for, especially what he told him about other things that originally existed here when Lamiza was sitting resentfully behind his desk, eating pancakes for his work meal and serving it with coffee. The deeds of the Loyalist Primarchs and warriors, their goals and the need to bring them all back.
Okay. Indeed, Angron did not encounter anyone after using this dark road route in the first two days. Except for a slight bump here, it was fine. As long as he arrived at that place, he could close the door and install the temporary office he set up for himself from the inside. Zuo himself is not in it - the rest is left to his reliable, loyal and excellent descendants to figure out a solution.
But today.
He looked around again, and saw that the quiet outer passage was empty and bright, and the golden sunlight lumens further away illuminated the ground. There was no one within sight of the naked eye.
The small tool room door used to store the cleaning robot is sixty feet diagonally opposite the secret door where he is. At the speed of the original body, he can definitely reach there in one point and five seconds and reach it. Completed the series of actions of opening the door, going in and closing the door.
Then the tall demigod will bend down and walk through all kinds of tools. Under an inconspicuous wall covered by thick dust and rags, there is a door that requires the Iron Lord's private password to be entered. If he walked in, after being verified by several warning stone arrays and mechas, the innermost high-speed self-propelled tunnel, which was very small for the original body, could take him to the place where he was supposed to work. ——There are too many things that need to be decided and dealt with by them.
He was thinking while assessing the timing of the sprint here. Countless matters involving multiple threads of fate need to be dealt with urgently, not to mention that there is a super hodgepodge of treasures or super big troubles stuck at their feet. . Even if there are three and a half primarchs sitting here, it will be difficult to handle everything properly in a short time.
And a large part of Perturabo's resentment is that although they are now fortunate to have horses... Kadu'er, a super hard-working and capable laborer, is there, but his own The limitations prevented him from further dealing with these "line" matters. Instead, he could only deal with the production and import and export trade of several planets, as well as placing more spies on each ship, which did not even require thinking. .
The last loyalists on Istvan III did indeed escape their original fate, but the amount of data and the huge computing resources required to arrange for them and their follow-up made Petula worried. Afterwards, Bo angrily smashed the ledger data pad in his paw into his face.
Oh, his fourth brother is really handsome and cute, although Angron did get angry for a second at how he could treat another primarch like this, but, well, the border collie is really It's very cute, and the flesh pads are very, very thick and elastic... Lamizane's description was absolutely correct!
Then he took the data pad in his hand, flipped through the contents a little, and found that this thing was just a catalog: the summary of the work project catalog alone contained six scribe families and fifty-five centuries. Workload—well, Angron had to admit that his furry fourth brother had indeed paid a lot for the future of the Iron-Blooded and the entire galaxy.
Another twenty seconds passed, and he had a scheduled joint meeting to be held in thirteen minutes. If he failed to show up on time, there would be no comfort and delay from the gentle breeze and drizzle. Post-processing—after all, this was what he was supposed to do.
Okay, Angron thought, maybe I have just become too suspicious in the past few days because of "that". Although this is very disturbing to me, it is also a very novel experience. . He visually checked the distance between himself and the small tool door for the last time.
Still sixty feet away, everything was quiet, not even the flow of the breeze in the corridor had changed.
He pressed the opening button of the secret door, and at the same time, the moment the door opened, his muscles were perfectly synchronized with the electronic muscle bundles in the power armor, and he rushed towards the target faster than a cheetah. , his excellent and extraordinary vision accurately captured the handle of the door, oh, the door was even slightly opened a crack, as if he couldn't wait to welcome his arrival -
Opened? !
The original body's metal boots made a sharp friction sound on the smooth surface of the ship's road, and a stream of green smoke emerged from the soles of his feet due to the heat generated by the excessive resistance.
"My lord my primarch, I am glad to be -"
A wave of unrepentant fatigue and a familiar hot feeling of anger enveloped the twelfth primarch at the same time.
"I told you, stop calling me that and clinging to me! Lucius."
Angron Petra has always had a very, very good temper towards his children and others. , there are only a few people who have the honor to witness the true anger of the Conqueror - after all, ashes or pieces of flesh usually cannot speak - but now if the Primarch's anger has substance, it seems that the deck of the Queen of Glory is also worried. The tremor.
"What do you want?! I am not your original body. What would Fulgrim think if he knew you called other people this way? Will he forgive you?"
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Lucius, captain of the Thirteenth Company of the Third Legion of the Emperor's Children and a survivor of Isstvaan III, boldly raised his head - he had knelt on the ground before and saluted the Primarch - with his purple eyes Now radiant with pure joy, his beautiful charm, which had always remained innocent and malicious, radiated unreservedly.
"No - that's different," the swordsman's handsome face showed a sincere and vivid expression of grievance and injury, which was enough to make the entire theater audience scream and throw handkerchiefs and bouquets at him and then get excited. A few fainted, "But since I fell into your hands, I have been able to get a glimpse of your power, your higher and stronger world - you reshaped me on Istvan III. , you are as important to me as Fulgrim, and you are also my father."
Angron Petra exhaled deeply from his throat.
"So your wish remains unchanged?"
"My lord the original body." Lucius said, feeling that when he thought about what he was doing and what he was asking for What, a wave of fear rose from his body but was immediately overwhelmed by more indescribable excitement.
"I want to have a showdown with you in the gladiatorial cage."
(End of Chapter)