Chapter 305 is promising
(*...Why did you do that just now?)
Lami Zane, who was served comfortably by (other people’s) heirs with tears in his eyes, is now sitting on his waist Covered with a thin blanket, he lay alone on the largest single-sided armrest sofa in the oiling area of the bathhouse and took a nap.
After the cleaning was completed, the other Night Lords had left in batches under the arrangement and *supervision* of Talos to put on their cleaned power armor again, and then dispersed to the Coronation ship. Inspect and supervise every key position - after all, there are still some brave and determined people among the servants of the Origin Chapter who are unwilling to immediately serve the evil invaders.
Although many of them still dared to start work under the threat of "think about the souls of your original masters and companions", the work efficiency... can only be said to be strictly trained people. It’s not that easy to suddenly fool your own muscle memory and compulsive habits, especially when your daily job is to clean and dry the inside and outside of your power armor - and then you hold the cleaning tool and suddenly see a set of hundreds of years old When the dirty black power armor is placed in front of you.
According to Talos's report, the bridge and engine room have been controlled by the bridge officer of the Cursed Echo and a team of Night Lords respectively. The mechanical priests who are responsible for maintaining related weapons and armor components are unexpectedly and unsurprisingly. The fastest.
After showing them (Lami Zane dug it out from the memory screen of a certain pig who randomly placed things in his mind and encoded it on the spot) the Eighth Legion signed with Mars ten thousand years ago After using the ancient covenant as a stepping stone, this group of oil guys pounced on the pile of power armor that was patchwork and patchwork to the extreme that no mechanical professional could stand. While chanting the name of the Ohm Messiah and cursing their users for ruining the sacred machines like this, they began to comprehensively appease the machine spirits, clean and repair the machines with great sadness.
On the Cursed Echo thousands of kilometers away, Bishop Dietrian, who had served these little die-hards of the Eighth Legion for centuries, had to stop what he was doing because he Suddenly, a gear rattling sound similar to hiccups or sneezes started to appear.
After hearing Curze’s question after being suspiciously silent for a long time, Lamizane closed his eyes and uttered a single syllable expressing question from his throat.
“Huh?”
(*...don't pretend to be stupid, I'm asking you why you want...to...want to...(seems to be an unspeakable muttering))
"Why do you deliberately use your appearance, posture and temperament—— Is there a comprehensive use of future vision to subtly influence other people’s perceptions? Or do you just want to ask why I want to teach you how to use your appearance to charm other people?”
( *Hmm! Don’t mention that word! Okay, why do you bother to influence other people’s perceptions? I am a warrior, I am justice, I am judgment and punishment from heaven, I use judgment, power, killing and absoluteness. To make the people, the planet and the world surrender to the fear of others, rather than turning themselves into some pretense——*(Suddenly a choking sound came to mind at this point))
“Oh, I’m thinking of him. Right? Well, although you still speak without thinking and can easily hurt other people, first of all, he can't hear it now anyway. Secondly, you still learned part of the thoughts I gave you. Now the idioms in your conversation are You’ve used all the specific knowledge well. Very good. You see, you have a strong learning ability.” The currents formed by the fragments will automatically merge into the pond of thought. So what if I take a look - I can't see anything substantial about you anyway)
"Oh? Really? Thank you for telling me. If you can't even see it, I think I can think more boldly in the future."
(*...I...(an extreme The strange feeling of regret began to spread)) "Pfft. - Well, that's it, listen, your biological father chose to give you an appearance at the beginning of your birth that has the appearance of humans - and even many races. They are all top-notch in appearance, temperament, and body. They are not meant to be wasted. In other words, they were created with the expectation that they should be able to play their best role, isn't it? Why else would they be so carefully designed in the first place? What to do?"
(*...This is just your personal understanding!...No, no, I don't think...it's wrong...)
"No, no. , this makes sense. You see, it is known that all your brothers still have a different kind of charm and attraction to mortals even in a completely passive state, and some of them have this ability even more. There is an obvious tendency, so even your father has a positive attitude towards using this ability, right? - Otherwise, why would there be Horus, Fulgrim, and Sanguinius? As for Leon - well, although some of them - this ability is obviously not only usable and very useful, but also has never been denied or prohibited, even when there was so much noise in Nicaea, I didn't see it. People say, 'Oh, you can't modify your appearance and pay attention to your appearance or you can't use your appearance to make people listen to you,' right?"
(*It’s strange that you mentioned the last few names and examples here, but... (a certain atmosphere of starting to fall into contemplation))
“Mortals sometimes make judgments based on very simple reasons, little piggy. "Hey," Lamizane fell back on the soft cushion of the one-sided armrest sofa, "There is a saying... an old saying from Chogoris is called 'People rely on clothes and Buddha relies on gold'. Translated in Gothic, it is' Even gods need miracles to cover themselves'."
(*You sound unimpressed by the great splendor of the Throne of Lies.)
"Oh, I can do this. Explain..."
(*It doesn't matter, I think I like your attitude very much.)
"Uh...? That's great."
(*Although I still don't quite understand, I think it might be okay for you to do this. But I still think that fear is the most primitive thing in the hearts of living creatures. Instinct, the driving force that drives them, any combat plan is worthless in the face of fear)
"Oh, I think you are still a little biased, just look at it, with these two voids. Ship, as long as... after that thing is completed, there will be a lot of potential for you on this planet."
(*If you are not wiped out by the successive waves of conquerors.)< br>
“No one can stop me from getting laid and living to see my baby.”
(*Scoff!!! What’s so good about that stupid dog!)
“You don’t understand how good Perturabo is.”
Taros just brought a new round of Report stepped into the door and froze for a second because of the sudden words that came from his father's mouth.
When did my father meet the Lord of Iron...?
… Do you want to join forces?
(End of this chapter)