Chapter 264 Unexpected answers always come one after another


Chapter 264 Unexpected answers always come one after another

“Judging from the medical report, Endred’s physical condition is currently completely unable to leave the stasis position.”

Sitting Around the long table in the rearranged small conference room next to the Chapter Master's office, Angron Petra took a sip of the hot tea that Aharin had poured for him and sighed worriedly.

The Istvan veterans who stood around and acted as the honor guard for this meeting that was essentially a super-high-level meeting to their knowledge stood quietly like some kind of sculpture. At their posts, their eyes were blank, pretending that they didn't see a huge "Silver Skull" Iron Cavalry Terminator brother who was doing things that only the most dexterous Palace Chamberlain could do in front of them, contrary to common sense and as if they were nothing. Fast and elegant movements.

The faces of several warriors from the Emperor's Children were particularly dazed.

Solomon Demeter wanted to ask several times but hesitated, and was finally stopped by Sol Tavitz's eyes.

After hearing Angron's words, Lamizane's face immediately showed a look of sympathy, and Perturabo coughed loudly from his electronic speaker.

"What analysis and suggestions does your pharmacist have on his situation?" The black and white plush iron master asked first, cutting off the conversation before the other person could speak. "Our pharmacists...well, it is a good thing that they are here, and it is a good thing that they are not here. Let's listen to what your pharmacists have to say."

"I also sent you a copy of the report, but it's simple. Said that the result of the consultation they discussed was that the changes that occurred in Endred were not simply a result of subspace pollution and erosion. In fact, he was not injured at 'that time'. His wounds and rapid aging essentially involved a multi-time process. The complex effect of resonant coincidence of lines in the string space - this is almost impossible, but it does happen."

"Although you made it very simple, I think it is still a bit unclear. Got it, sorry.”

"There is nothing unintelligible, my stupid half, what our brothers mean is that Endred Hal is experiencing something that he would have experienced, but should have never happened."

And aside. Sir Kaduru, the old god, added enthusiastically, "That is to say, there was something wrong with Endred Hal's 'past' of Iron Heart."

" Okay, I understand, thank you, Master Kadu'er, but isn't this right?"

"Oh?" The old man narrowed his eyes and covered his tea cup with a palm. As he spoke, the attendant immediately put away his teapot knowingly. "What's wrong?"

Perturabo flipped through the medical reports quickly.

And the scene of the black-and-white dog talking nonsense while fearless and solemnly attending the meeting of the unrecognizable Primarch and the pseudonymous former Imperial Regency is really too exciting, even for the most determined Istvan veterans who have passed the screening. I have to remind myself repeatedly in my heart how noble this emperor actually is... uh... in short, think of a way! my brain! Deceive my eyes!

In fact, the reason why these warriors were able to accept this terrifying fact so quickly was also because of the horror of the fact:

First of all, being able to coax a shepherd from the then Lord of Olympia Those who did not lose their minds on the spot during the dog's astonishing scene already had extraordinary perseverance among the extraordinary;

Secondly, they could indeed feel a certain familiar demeanor from this angry plush highness, The beauty and touching feeling of the great creation that only belongs to the original gene has not been lost due to the change in his appearance. It can even be said-cough.

And the most important point is that the reason why they initially thought that His Highness's form was a blasphemous alien was mainly due to the strong visual impact of the dog head paired with the Contemptor Dreadnought. But if a warrior could calm down a little, he would find that the innate aversion to all aliens in the universe programmed into their genes was not actually triggered by this image.

And Lord Malcador "kindly" reminded them of a more important point: this instinctive hatred of aliens was given to them by the great Human Emperor himself.

In other words -

The (current to them) Imperial Regent told them that the Emperor could be considered to have tacitly approved of the Fourth Primarch's current form!

Now the soldiers felt much better.

Then the former regent struck again while the iron was hot and proposed to select eight elite warriors from among these warriors who had fully proven their loyalty and reliability, but who had also been considered dead and lost, to serve as the honor guard of the Primarchs. , and also used as a member of the advanced special operations dispatch team.

Of course, this move was greatly dissatisfied by the members of the two warbands that originally existed here. In the end, the Primarchs came forward and each appeased their heirs. At the same time, the emperor's heirs also unceremoniously moved forward to the empire. Each of the eight places for the regent was filled with one of his own people - although the manpower of the "Silver Skull" was a bit stretched, Aharin's original main working place was the office, and there was no need to specially dispatch another soldier - so he did his part. He directly occupied a seat. No matter whether he would continue to hold the position, he would occupy it first. "If there is something wrong, if Endred Hall's life really went wrong at some point in the 'past' as you said, then forgive me for saying something that is not very pleasant, if something goes wrong Hundreds or even thousands of years have passed..."

The old man named Kadu'er immediately understood what he meant.

“You’re talking about why he didn’t die immediately and decay to a certain extent, right?”

“Yes, so can we think that this time point is closer to where we are now? What about time? ”

"You can teach me." The old man knocked on the table, "But the premise of your inference is that everyone's lifeline in time is linear and more parallel."

"Huh?"
< br>"After the opening of the Great Rift, plus...well...in short, according to my observations of various aspects of the galaxy, the distortion of time and space has caused the time in many areas to flow at a different speed from that in other places. It is conceivable that the resulting lifeline There will only be more entanglement, not less.”

“So...”

“So it’s impossible to determine at what point in time,” the original body of the black and white plush flower. The brown almond eyes flashed with wisdom, "It would be much easier if Uselma Atla was here... now..."

He looked at the imperial regent in front of him, and the old man responded with a gentle but polite smile.

"Hmph! Well, actually to solve this problem, we still have to think about how the thing was triggered." The Lord of Iron announced, "We have to return to the place where the incident occurred to look for clues again, or try Examine the triggering mechanism of that trap in detail."

"This is too risky. In view of Angron's previous experience, we should not continue to invest so much in an expedition with unknown consequences. It’s time to consider other matters, such as setting up some suitable organizations.”

Lami Zane glanced at the calm old man, and he heard several Astartes breathing a little. Too heavy.

Perturabo stared coldly at Malcador, or Brahmal-Khadour.

"We were created to take risks that others cannot take and to accomplish feats that others cannot accomplish, Lord Regent."

"Besides," a sarcastic smile appeared on the dog's furry face, "I I believe that during your trip, you should have formed some useful small organizations. For example, I lost a little crow, why don’t you take it out and use it now?”

Kadu? You also looked a little surprised, "I didn't invite your little crow. I thought he left after receiving your order."

The unexpected expression appeared for the first time on Mao, who had always been confident of winning. Velvet black and white flowers on the face of the devil king.

(End of this chapter)

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