Chapter 327 It’s you who are guarding the Golden Mountain and begging for food
The stars in the highest sky gradually flashed, deformed, retreated, and disappeared.
The air conditioner began to send cool air with a slight smell of cleaning acid and solvent out of the air outlet.
At the end of the conversation, the Lord of the Night, who was watching Sandra crying, praising, and walking backwards out of the room, actually had the following conversation with his humanoid external throne:
(*Threatening hiss) I dare say that I do not like at all what I have just shown you in the life book of this priestess or future bishop and nun. )
"Hmm... I think her reading interface for the Scroll of Destiny - forgive me for not being able to find a better adjective - her personal style is quite quaint, and her wording is also very polite and restrained. In the imperial documents It is rare for her to be realistic and peaceful. She may not be the most brilliant, but she must be strong enough, and her strength is well matched with the Eighth Legion."
(*...I really can't put it down now. Did she kill her? Maybe I can, she survived last time entirely because I didn't look at her in advance)
"I don't recommend it. She can maintain such a form under the influence of the moon. The level of strength and thinking ability itself shows that all aspects of her foundation, including her spirit, have gained a certain degree of resistance or adaptability to subspace through natural selection over several generations. And haven't you seen her subsequent career? She's done a great job, and I don't see any need for a replacement."
(*If by 'she's done a great job' you mean she and her group of tireless believers are doing a great job. The next two centuries have molded me into a god! (Hissing) Even an agricultural god! But my essence is not at all...)
" Oh, and do you feel the harmonics when someone prays for success or calls for your help in an agricultural-related experiment?”
(*…)
“So. (So.)”
(*…Why did you just say that stupid… within earshot of my heir?)
"Hmm!"
(*Hmph!!! Disgruntled hiss) Why did you just say Perturabo's motto where my heirs can hear it? ! )
"Because your original maxims are inappropriate at this time, but his use is just right here."
(*...That's it?)
"That's it."
（*……）
The black and white long-haired cat flapped the tip of his tail unconsciously, and the small black crown on his head shone. Conrad Coates began to try He kept thinking, but after a few minutes of thinking, his expression relaxed. It was obvious that the primarch had learned to give up the troublesome thinking about the new slogan at the right time.
(*What do we do next? Apart from preparing the food for that Day of the Germination feast. Your plan - the plan you enact in my name requires a great deal of actual wealth, and there are many other pressing matters that need to be dealt with ——Ah! Kill them all! KILL!KILL!KILL! I did whatever I wanted in Thessaguarsa, but now I am restrained like Guilliman!)
… Let me remind you, kill! Kill! (KILL! KILL! KILL!) Don’t scare your poor heirs.”
(*Who is the first? Use the motto of the Fourth Legion to scare me, the cursed, headless heirs? )
“Okay, okay, it’s not a big problem...well, I mean, a lot of wealth. It's not a problem, but the 'moon' does need to be dealt with carefully. It is the reason why the newborns here have abnormal psychic distribution. I can't imagine how bad a hellish world it will be now."
< br>(*A large amount of wealth is not a problem? You said it easily. If it were not a problem, Talos and the others would not live like this as I originally predicted.)
"Without a legal identity and without thinking other than plundering, killing and intimidation, it is like this to think about some matters about the future. You can't blame Talos, he is just a pharmacist after all, but the power of gene seeds allowed him to obtain the 'Prophet' 'The title, he is too tired, people cannot make choices beyond their own knowledge, but we can arrange things for them."
(*...?)
"Haha, when we have a piece of land that can be cultivated - a planet, hard-working people, and some defense forces, the next step is to sail - go out and get the wealth you deserve."
Lamizane sat on the throne and snapped his fingers with the fingers of Curze's body that were pale but the fullness of the flesh seemed to have become much normal.
Five members of the First Claw opened the door and filed in. The human skin containing the hate list and revenge record on each person's body was at least covered with Nostramo runes. The replacement of leather paper, new hygiene requirements and the hard work of more members of the Adeptus Mechanicus made the Terminators they wore look brand new - the armor was covered with human blood and the armor was filled with shreds of flesh that allowed the degree of decay to vary from fresh to rotten. Gaps and the like are absolutely prohibited!
But Curz’s evaluation of this is (*looks like bastards, they can’t beat the Black Guards, let alone Sevita - you promised me, when...)
“To the eighth The legion had some self-awareness about the quality of its seeds and soldiers. They are already considered the most capable group besides the black armor guards." Lamizane turned his black eyes to the soul hunters who seemed to have almost recovered from their injuries.
Taros's face is still as pale as before, and the pale pink battle scars have faded from the seams due to Valiel's rejuvenation, but something desperate and crazy has already Being dissolved away from his insides, the gene seed endowment and the certain handsomeness he originally possessed began to show up in the most obvious form on his face.
"Oh, you look radiant, Talos. How was Valiel when he came to see you?"
"My lord." The prophet whose name was called came forward and saluted with reverence, while raising the corners of his mouth for his close friend in life and death. "He looks a little irritable and sleep-deprived, but it's okay, my lord, at least I It has been observed that his skinning knife has not skinned humans and Astartes for a long time."
"I have something to ask you about in the past. Although it is not a big deal, I believe that based on your memory, you can. I must still remember.”
The soul hunter raised his head in confusion. "My Lord, please give me your instructions."
"You were in a place without any planets or galaxies around, and you found Octavia through prophecy - that is, Eurydice May. Alvarion."
"Yes, my lord."
"Do you still remember the coordinates?"
"Yes." Talos obviously began to hesitate, "She - will she have any problems in the future? Or did I miss something important at the time? "
The Lord of the Night sighed softly, although it sounded more like a helpless sigh.
“You see, he still hasn’t understood that although he has satisfied his feelings, he has missed something.”
He touched the spirit in his arms whose face suddenly turned foul again. The head and nape of a long-haired cat.
"I must say, Talos, you have disappointed me."
This sentence caused a stir in the room, and Ciel opened his mouth, intending to tell a few words for his friend but did not know Saying what to say, Selion narrowed his eyes, as if weighing, and licked his thin lips with the tip of his tongue. Makutian showed a worried and regretful expression, while Ursus looked slightly confused. Want to take a step forward.
“My lord?” Talos’s face became bloodless on top of his paleness. He looked like he could take his own life at any time as ordered.
“It was a quick decision when you decided to blow up the asteroid turned into such a large piece of Nostramo fragments again, but this will now make us extremely efficient in collecting ores in the area. Reduce and increase costs.”
(End of this chapter)