Chapter 277 Samus?
"How is the situation now?" Angron Petra asked in a gentle tone, while letting his natural abilities be used carefully to appease another demigod - maybe even Being the most powerful of them all does require a lot of skill and experience in placating metahumans, luckily the High Tyrant of Nuceria has both.
At the other end of this elegantly decorated room, the black and white border collie frowned sternly in his fearlessness.
His low roar invisibly releases pressure to the surroundings.
The most elite group of Iron Ring mechs have been summoned by the Lord of Iron. They are holding thunder hammers and storm shields, and they are mixed with the members of the Honor Guard, bringing this originally large place to the scene. The office was packed.
And many of the members of the Honor Guard who have been guarding them since the moment they returned from the bottom of the sea and serve as senior staff officers, senior errand runners or other positions at any time have only now had a kind of love that can truly be imprinted in their souls until the end of their lives. It dawned on him that this stuffed creature, which had been inevitably suspected, contained within it the soul of a Primarch, a scion of the Emperor, Master of the Legion.
It is the kind of pressure and powerlessness that a mortal feels when standing in front of the vast deep sea. Even a roar from Perturabo can violently shock and shock the strengthened and modified mind of the Astartes, almost making these leaders of their tribe feel an infinite and almost "instinctive fear" feeling.
It was like the feeling of blood being pumped out of the heart of a short Homo erectus armed with a simple stick tens of thousands of years ago when he faced an adult dire wolf alone.
Angron's excellent Primarch vision allowed him to notice that behind Perturabo's brown irises, it could be seen that the whites of his eyes were obviously congested and turned pink, showing the pressure the Iron Lord was under. Level and mood.
“Not so good.” He growled lowly, “Damn, this is where I was supposed to go!”
The dangerous guttural sound of the powerful being made the four hearts of Tavitz and Loken, who were standing closest, beat violently. The warriors once again had the urge to tighten their weapons in their hands. Only Aharin, who was standing closest, obviously used something else. Emotions overcome this.
"My opinion is the same as yours." The former regent raised his head from Lamizane's sleeping body at this moment and said, "This situation is a bit dangerous, things are always like this, something will go wrong. It's easy, and getting them back on track is like pushing a stone ball up from the bottom of the mountain."
In the stasis cage on the other side of the room, a large and lanky body is still suspended. There, but it seems a little thin, like a "shadow" cast by an "original" in this reality.
"Speak humanly. Or I will just pull your brain out from your dry neck and put it in an iron ring so that you, an old thing who should have been burned to ashes long ago Speak more politely." Perturabo's attitude became obviously bad in a place that no one could see, which made everyone in the room who was familiar with him look like "Oh, it's true."
"You are a little irritable when you speak..."
"I (ancient Terran expletive) can be a little more violent! Like putting your heads on the bridge and watching your bodies being stuffed into cannonballs and being shot out! After all, you are not on Terra, blowing all the shit out of you. Put it in that aesthetically built palace! This is my territory. You’d better recognize this.”
“Obviously, the only one in this office is the former. The regent was very accustomed to the pressure exerted on him by the Primarch. Even because the source of the pressure this time was a beautiful grinning black and white dog, the white-haired old man hesitated a little in his expression: Should he coax him first? Should a beautiful dog touch the mane on the back of his head by the way, or should he tell the dog what he wants to know first?
On the side, Angron, who vaguely felt this, turned his gaze to Magna, who seemed to be watching all this happily (?). When he saw the Supreme Tyrant of Nuceria turning his gaze to him, The being in the iron ring shaped like Dorne's golden power armor also flashed his green eyepiece at Angron happily.
Angron silently turned his gaze back.
Dear teacher, staying on this boat for a long time has made me feel a lot of mental pressure. My head really hurts. It seems like something is eating my brain. Haha, it must be It's an illusion. How could such a thing exist in my mind out of thin air? Lamizane, come back safely soon... "...In short, the current space-time string oscillation can be understood as a back-and-forth pendulum motion under an ideal medium," Malcador explained, "Fortunately, we still have There are...you, Angron and Magna here, so the fixed end of the pendulum is still stable. When the other end swings back naturally, they should all be able to come back."
"They!" the dog growled, "Do they have to bring back that nagging guy with extremely poor hygiene habits?!"
"Unfortunately, I think so. , they should come back at the same time," the former regent replied calmly, "After all, the ancient alien stuff is superimposed with some things that should not exist in the first place, plus a few drops of time and space elements, oh, how many of you are involved in this kind of accident? It would be great to be able to run back. In addition, obviously an important part of it is your brother who was given some talents very carelessly. You'd better pray that he doesn't end up in Lami. Do something stupid in front of Zane, otherwise.”
Hearing this, Perturabo’s fur face showed a look that was mixed with gloating, coldness, jealousy, dissatisfaction and other very complex emotions.
“Aha, if that’s the case, I won’t worry anymore, because,” said the devil who knew the temperament of a certain librarian well, “Just watch, I’m looking forward to it, the unlucky one will be the only one People who do stupid things, ha.”
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As the Demon Lord hissed more dissatisfiedly, everything around him—that is, everything, from photons to the universe—seemed to shake. At that moment, those with lower talents did not feel so bad. They might just shiver inexplicably or be enveloped by a similar frost shadow, while those with higher talents were in the shadow of what they saw. The madness may tremble.
For example, Gavier Loken at this moment.
The Captain of the Luna Wolves opened his eyes wide in his armor. He saw Alharin - always among the crowd with a cold neatness that was completely different from the Emperor's Children. And the elegant and eye-catching Aharin - he - or something with the slightest shadow of him - the huge and twisted thing is like a dirty dark piece of flesh, a scar burned by hot melt, and a steel implant A blasphemous mixture of objects - and the vaguely distinguishable yellow and black striped armor is full of uncomfortable evil spikes and skulls, and in the shadow of the helmet there is a pair of absolutely evil, sickly turbid yellow eyes staring at him - —
Ga'viel raised his bolter, and before he pulled the trigger, he saw what appeared to be Alharin pointing at Loken himself.
Then Loken saw his arm.
His arm was not gripping the bolter at the moment he saw it.
It was something between nothingness stained with the blood of an unknown person and——long inhuman claws.
On the other side of fate, the Inanimate chuckled, it saw him, it was going to catch him——
"Samus is by your side! Samus is The one beside you! Samus will eat you up!”
(End of this chapter)