Chapter 266 Bird Catching Activity, a dignified reproduction
"What image? What is it?" Lamizane looked around and asked.
"The black wings and sharp beaks, the approaching shadows, the ships covering the sea, the hunters from the distant sky, the bright moon and the intersection of lifelines." The old man wearing a green civil servant's robe replied, The image was so clear that it temporarily silenced the other Primarchs.
In the end, it was Lamizane who spoke first. "Then," he said thoughtfully, "it might also refer to Adalic, who we couldn't find later, right? After all, the capabilities of the 19th Legion were originally It’s not that reasonable. It may also be because of the other one we have here..."
At this point, he suddenly got stuck, and a "(Gutella's expletive) appeared on the face of the Fourth Primarch. ) expression. "This is not good."
"Perturabo..."
The dog head in the Contemptor's Dauntless raised his eyebrows impatiently, and his answer came from the loudspeaker under the neck guard, "What?"
"How long has it been since you saw with your own eyes the stasis stance and cultivation chamber where Nikon Sharokin is located?"
The Primarch Bianmu who was asked wrinkled the long eyebrows on his forehead. "Who has nothing to do to pay attention to a collector every day... a stagnant position that is not allowed to be opened? His culture chamber should still be in the pharmacists' workroom, locked in the compartment of the special sample library, where there are Monitoring sensors, although I do not check them every day, automatic checks are carried out every cycle, and the reports so far show no abnormalities.” The password to this compartment has not been given to anyone!”
Angron had already noticed something was wrong at this time, "What's wrong? What happened? Who is this person named Nikana Sharogin?"
Lami Zain was in a trance. Turning towards Perturabo, "Then you'd better take a look at the surveillance sensor there immediately."
No need for his reminder, in fact, the Lord of Steel has already switched the screen, but it seems that it has not been there for a long time. Everything is normal in the room where the person sets foot.
"What's wrong? Isn't he still there..."
The dog suddenly tightened its ears and exposed its fangs, "Damn it!" he roared, "How dare you lie to me! Such! Jiu! I’m going to pluck out every hair on his face and give him to Hong Suo as a pharmaceutical experiment animal!”
While Perturabo BC was furious, Angron quietly asked Lamizane for information about this character (the two primarchs and their bodies now have an unexpectedly good personal relationship), and then frowned Nu After reading all the information sent to him by Lamizane, the Supreme Tyrant of Kyria said that he should just leave this kind of talented warrior who is a natural defeater of certain people and hidden dangers in the storage warehouse and ignore them. , someone and someone are also talented enough and bold, or call them heartless.
“It is easy for variables to arise if you delay dealing with a special being and do not deal with it with multiple protective measures and seals. Especially in this galaxy, because our enemy is plotting all the time. Plans to land themselves in reality are always casting their gazes from behind the curtain."
"Indeed." Lamizane sighed and began to move quickly and stretched out his hand to fluff his mane. The sheepdog smoothed his coat and coaxed him in a good voice. Angron seemed to begin to feel that the table in front of him contained the mysteries of the universe, while the former imperial regent looked like an old man who closed his eyes and meditated when he had free time.
"But you can't blame us. It's just like the exhibits in the Stasis Stand actually running away on their own. Who would have thought..." Hearing this, Perturabo gritted his teeth and glared in his ear. Lamizane murmured this, "That must be because of you...forget it!"
Monk Zhang Er looked at him with his body confused, "Why is it because of me again? What does this have to do with me? I have never been in! You just said that only you have the password to this room!" "
"It's okay!" Squeezing out the answer through his teeth, Perturabo reached out and tapped on the command sand table in front of him, and the image inside immediately switched from the outside to the inside of the Iron Blood, "In view of the fact that This is definitely not what is happening now. The sensors must be completely overhauled, and we must also conduct a very large-scale field search with repeated verification measures..."
"Is it such a big battle? Manpower...oh...wait a minute," Lamizane thought about the current number of people on the Destiny Steel, "...the manpower is more abundant than before, but it is still stretched! This is the Queen of Glory, and it is one of them! The larger ones only rely on hundreds of Astartes from other legions - our little Adalic is not here! We are here to search for a dark man named Nikonar Sharokin who is deliberately hiding from us! Crow Guard, this is not..."
"This will definitely succeed." The dog cut off his words, "We can invite Angron's warriors to board the ship to assist in the operation. Anyway, many of them are already there. Staying here and not returning yet."
"You are so angry that you are willing to ask for your brother's help... Bao, but there are also several companies of the Sons of Angron who have not returned from the expedition, and the Iron Hearts are also in a state of return. It’s not all fully manned, and their own mothership must keep some of its defense force. My dear, Perturabo, I know you are in a hurry, but please calm down and think about it.”
Angron cast a look of thanks at the silver-skulled chapter leader, while Sir Kadur looked thoughtfully at the internal area monitoring structure of the Iron-Blooded that was presented on this table for the first time - said To be honest, there are still too many large invisible areas inside.
“The thought that he might be nearby and enjoying our joke makes me think that we should act immediately and catch him. I will pluck all his wings! Lock him next to my throne as a decoration!"
"...It doesn't have to be so extreme. And I don't think he will...well, maybe we can find him from these few. Let’s start with the records.” Lamizane, who was entering a state where his brain was finally working at high speed and efficient in order to appease his pet dog, pointed to several lists of data records that he found based on his own ideas.
"What is this?" Perturabo asked sharply.
"A variety of daily information records collected from multiple sources." He explained in an almost doting tone, "The feed consumption on the farm, the list of food materials in the kitchen, the corresponding Menus, working routes of cleaning autonomous machinery, minor fault logs of patrol routes of robots, etc..."
Even to a primarch like Angron, these things seemed like a lot of noisy but meaningless white noise, but Perturabo quickly calmed down.
“A very smart approach.” Gou said after studying and judging for a while, “Based on this portrait, the error value will be quickly reduced to less than 15%.”
"So what are we going to do first?" Angron asked this time at the right time.
"Catch a bird." Lamizane told him, "It's really nostalgic. I haven't caught it for a long time. This time we are going to catch the one named Sarakin."
(End of Chapter)