Chapter 271 So, can I exchange it? !
The green ocean on the Pearl Moon is vast, primitive and boundless.
The reason why I say boundless is because there is indeed no real continent here, and there are even few islands, because everything is hidden under the turquoise water that covers the entire planet.
The strange thing is that no one has realized the irrationality of the existence of this ocean star for a long time. Even if it can receive as much sunlight as Carrick, one of the twin planets has The surface temperature is stable at minus 4 degrees to above 4 degrees, and it is frozen all year round. The temperature of the planet is stable at 37 degrees Celsius, and the whole is a warm and humid ocean. Such a strange contrast failed to attract investigators or settlers. Everyone naturally accepted the vigilance.
This time Perturabo spent a lot of money. Under his order, the armory specially modified a Stormbird for their trip back to the bottom of the sea, so that its shell and engine could withstand several The water pressure of thousands of meters deep sea, and equipped with sufficient weapons.
Each of them put on their own power armor, and put a newly discovered "macho man" who was not easy to define into a stasis stance, and brought them into the modified diving Stormbird.
In someone’s words, “I really don’t worry about this person with a criminal record being left alone on our ship. I don’t want to see scenes that need to be coded all over the place when I come back. , it’s better to take it with you, so that at least he can’t run away when he’s at the bottom of the sea.”
Angron thought for a moment and didn’t ask, “What about us?”
The abyss is not as ruthless and calm as many people imagine. Its boundless darkness is full of rapids or uncontrollable, swept by whirlpools, impacted by dangerous ocean currents, and inhabited by deadly predators.
The ruins of ancient alien palaces are dotted on this turbulent seabed rock bed. Most of the ruins are not stable, but drift with the waves, blending together with the huge wreckage that is inserted diagonally into the seabed. The scattered traces may be from the ancient Eldar or the Human Empire.
The submersible they drove this time was undoubtedly more advanced and more powerful than the last time.
Stormbirds cautiously passed over the collapsed spiers and sloping keels of the ruins. The seabed was dim and lightless. Their searchlights stirred up only some small movements in all directions, and the ground was covered with white dust. Covering everything here, there are no corals or aquatic plants at the deepest bottom.
"Where is the 'door' you encountered last time? Do you remember? Angron."
"Since we have all seen the keel of this ship, it shouldn't be Far away."
"Wouldn't we trigger it again if we just go there recklessly?"
"According to our research on the last accident, we believe that the energy constructed by the ancient Eldar here is no longer enough to trigger this mechanism that may be some kind of webway gate, and Endred Hal happened to bring enough that day. The spirit stone allows it to operate again according to the wail of the undead - by the way, I don't recommend using spiritual vision here, the annoying pointy-eared dead man's nagging is still too much."
"What? Are there still Ada ghosts here?”
“It’s just the echo of the dead, not much soul.” Perturabo turned his head in his helmet, “But it’s really annoying, and it bothers my ears. It's tickling. "
The thrusters picked up some sea snow floating in the water, and they continued to move forward. They tensed their muscles as they passed over the remains of the spiritual bone building, but indeed, As Perturabo said in previous surveys and this time, nothing happened except that the humidity in the air seemed to have become a little higher and some faint whines came from a very distant place.
After the wake of their storm birds, the muddy water waves spread and swayed. The surface of the broken web door still had a thin layer of broken light, but it was like the breath of a dying person. Just shining in vain can't really have any impact on them.
"Did the investigation team try to find the keel code of the ship when they came down later?"
"We checked, but that location was buried underground during the impact, so we can only consider it from Let’s move inside the ship to see the specific situation.”
“It’s a bit inappropriate for us to conduct an out-of-vehicle inspection. To be honest, I still feel that it’s more dangerous here than in the universe... ..." "Shut up."
"Okay." The person who was immediately cut off shrugged and turned to look at his companions who were standing still in the cabin.
Lamizane still didn't figure it out.
Where is Sarakin who is so big like me? Where is the injured, dark-haired, straight-white... snow-white skinned hunk like me?
Look at this in the cabin now! ...he is big enough, and white enough...his hair is black enough and long and straight...well...it seems to fit the bill...
But why and how can he call himself Sharo? Where's the gold? !
But it seems that the only person on our ship who was actually lost from his stasis was Nikon Sharokin...
Lamizane stood up and walked to the stasis stance generator that made a gentle buzzing sound. The value of this device was not reflected in its decoration. Although its material itself was ordinary, it Every line on the body is unparalleledly concise and powerful, interpreting a certain kind of beauty from the inside out that can be formed when industrial standardization reaches its extreme, as if it is created based on perfect mathematical proportions and smooth laws of physics. The lines on the surface of any object naturally make "human" perception feel elegant and comfortable.
There is a long groove below it. The indicator lights inside are flashing to indicate safety and normal operation. The panel is a little lower and consists of more buttons, input screens and scanning sensors. Composed, the makers were obviously quite careful and safety-conscious.
It contains a very, very, very huge thing of beauty.
Although Lamizane knew from the beginning, and this is true in his current body, that all Primarchs, no matter what they actually look like, have been so carefully modified. The beauty caused by genetic modification cannot be denied. Just like the device that imprisons him, it has a kind of beauty that can naturally attract the attention of others.
Although it is man-made, it is completely natural.
But the beauty of this one is still outstanding.
Slender and straight hanging nose, thin and straight lips, narrow cheeks contrary to the openness of some original bodies, high cheekbones, pointed chin, slender neck and long black hair, hair The length was the same as the day they fished out the correct Sarakin. It was still very long, divided on both sides of his body, hanging down to the ends of his feet.
However, compared with the person he saw that day, his changes are also obvious. His pale muscles are tightly attached to a frame that is taller than any Space Marine, and he has an elegance that can almost be regarded as that of a flying beast. His upper limbs and shoulders, however, surprisingly restrained the protruding feeling. A thin Olympian-style robe was loosely wrapped around his body, and his waist was only held together by thin ropes woven from the most fragile plant fibers.
According to the testimony of two absolute eyewitnesses on the ship.
The man who has been firmly calling himself Nikon Sharokin looks exactly like Konrad Coze.
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So where is Sarakin who is so big like me? ! ! ! !
Can I exchange the product? ! I'm worried that I won't be able to grasp this! ! ! ! ! !
(End of this chapter)