Chapter 265: Just tell me who else hasn’t noticed
The huge hull of the Desert Ark is suspended over the North Pole of the Pearl Moon, and is constantly correcting there, and the star beneath her is The huge satellite maintained a synchronous orbital speed, and the huge Imperial Skyhawk on the bow of the ship shone with flickering reflections under the dim light of the main star.
At the same time, the Destiny Steel still hides itself well in the shadow of the star that cannot be seen by the Carrick orbital defense platform and the star port. Obviously, his master does not want to let Tai Many people have witnessed his true appearance. After all, even now, the ship's bow logo is still set as a silver skull mask to hide it. But let's not talk about his simple appearance, which is unique in the entire galaxy. First of all, his huge body cannot be found. The excuse for the explanation - because the previous operation to "bring back" Angron consumed too many additional overt and covert resources, the Destiny Steel - Ironblood is now not disguised in its usual elegant white Moon-class trader ship.
So Angron Petra has actually been receiving strange comments from a certain demon king in the office recently.
"Seriously, is this really a good idea? Please think again, my lord."
The speaker was Lady Lotara Sarin, the woman of astonishing perseverance who brought Angron Petra—and him—with the call of her persevering soul as the “core” of the “thread.” Many unexpected "surprise travel gifts" were brought back to the real world they live in now through the great power of the Destiny Steel.
Although her physical body has always been in her own life-support capsule, the phantoms here talking to others are nothing more than her spirit and willpower allowed by the projector through subcutaneously implanted cables and catheters. It is a kind of her appearance that has been re-embodied within the scope, but there is no doubt that those extra "souvenirs" that her master brought back on the Isstvan III have also brought a great impact on her cold and iron-clad soul. A big burden.
Therefore, the projection formed by her consciousness inevitably shows the fatigue that the female captain has not yet recovered from in her mind at this moment: obvious dark circles, gray hair and fine wrinkles.
In this universe, many times, the aging of biological flesh and blood can be continued through many legal or illegal technical means, but only the appearance reflected by the spirit of an existence can most truly reflect its soul. years.
Angron sighed, his eyes scanning the aging and tired soul images of Ms. Salin, with a hint of unbearability, but the original body did not show it.
"Today's meeting between me and my brothers was held for this purpose. Now, Lotara, go back to your post."
The female captain saluted her master, and then Disappeared, and with her disappearance, conference walls were raised around the command deck to isolate the inside and outside.
At this moment, there are two of his brothers on the bridge of the Destiny Steel - maybe two half-brothers. One is Lami Zane who looks very kind and approachable. Perturabo, who is handsome and cute but has a foul complexion, and what looks like his seventh brother wearing a helmet. In addition, a temporary honor guard composed of several legion veterans also formed a circle to protect him. Around the command deck where the Primarchs could gather conveniently on the bridge.
Due to the participation of these ancient warriors from thousands of years ago, many small details on the Iron Blood have recently begun to become retro and more "imperial", such as the chapel that suddenly became crowded, and such as Nowadays, there are many trophies, commemorative carvings, handwritten loyalty prayers and oath marks around the floating command deck of the bridge. Paper rolls fixed in red wax at various heights are gently fluttering in the breeze of air circulation.
"This is not a question of whether it is good or bad, but we must always solve this problem here. And we must not delay it, we must solve it as soon as possible." The last person standing next to the holographic sandbox on the command deck spoke. His body is thin and short compared to the other three here, but no one will question the power contained in his seemingly ordinary old man's body. In his hand is a golden eagle staff burning with blazing flames.
"What should I say?" Perturabo turned his bright almond-shaped eyes to Kaduru, who looked away slightly - much better than before. "I don't remember that you are very proficient in prophecy, although we do have one of the best related facilities in the galaxy built for prophecy."
"Although we can find out those from the currents of subspace Plausible words are indeed not my strong point, but I happen to know a few tricks for hearing the murmurs of astropaths in their sleep," the former Imperial Regent replied calmly, naturally ignoring the sneer of a certain plush primarch.
"I heard that the astrological communications were encrypted and translated to the same extent as the ancient instructions for reading prophecies from cracked turtle shells." Another "Perturabo" thought He pointed out that black cables were tied into a ponytail behind Lamizane's head. The Fourth Primarch's body was not wearing armor, and he was wearing Olympian casual clothes and leather sandals. This made him stand in the traditional Nucerian warrior shorts. Angron looks like a scholar or a great architect next to him in his robes, decorated breastplate and leather belt. Although their home planets are far apart, they are wonderfully harmonious.
"That's it, (Lord) Lamizane," Kadu'er called the other party with a cautious honorific. For people who are not so familiar with the former regent, such as Lamizane, Perhaps this detail simply reflected the old man's caution and need to properly conceal his identity, but to his contemporaries, this was a title worth pondering.
“The interpretation of astrological signals has been a very professional knowledge in the past and requires the cooperation of genes and talents. However, relying on the complete and heavily protected facilities here, I can try a little bit with a rough but more precise method. Efficient ways to interpret all the messages that can be heard by us. In fact, gold mining in Shali can indeed find a lot of useful content. This is why I request to convene this meeting and gather our most elite forces as soon as possible to do it as soon as possible. Sex completely solves the problem under our feet." "Oh? What is it that makes you so urgent that you even ask all the primarchs present to attend?"
The former Imperial Regent cleared his throat.
“First of all,” he said, “more—I mean more aliens in number and species.”
“Commonplace.”
“Chaos War Help.”
"Common."
"Rebel Chapter."
"Vulnerable."
"Loyal Chapter."
"Huh. ” (“Hey, can we open blind boxes again?”)
"The local Tribunal, the Secret Society, the Assassin's Court, the Imperial Navy, the Rogue Trader Family..."
"... Just tell me what other forces have not noticed us."
" Possibly Tyranid."
"Thank God..."
"But infection by any Genestealer sect cannot be ruled out."
"..."
"In particular," Kadu'er said, "there is an image. Although it does not appear in direct astrology, it appears repeatedly throughout time and space. We need to confirm it before setting off. Let’s talk about this.”
(End of this chapter)