Chapter 334 Cold Joke
“This place cannot be used unless it is cleaned and disinfected thoroughly. Unfortunately, I originally thought that after being baptized by the high temperature of the melta bomb and the exploding power furnace, at least this place would not be usable. It will be filled with too many disgusting things.”
A group of human excrement seas rushed to the nearest high place and began to crawl out, rushing out of the "gap" and triggering the most advanced biochemistry of the automatic servo skull. After the alarm, they were now squatting in embarrassment in the Coronation's large bathhouse, looking at each other.
Without the help of servants and maids, this vat of spoiled raw pickled organ soup that has been fermented for nine thousand years is so smelly that even a mortal wearing a mask would be disgusted. It is difficult to keep working continuously at the water change filter unit.
The instigator, His Highness Conrad Black-and-white Longhair Coze, was sitting on the low couch beside him, licking his paws as if nothing had happened - this man was also showered with shit for a tenth of a second. On the verge of going berserk, the king suddenly remembered the fact that he was now a summoned beast, so he immediately made the fastest judgment in his life, and made a decisive decision to dissolve his existence in the physical universe with one claw and immediately escaped into another space. To escape the horrible stench taking root in oneself.
Only his own body, heirs, and subordinates are left behind, being hunted by the smelly and sticky fermentation soup in the physical universe.
"Will the Witch of Salamas survive again before we go back again? My lord." Ciel asked, his strong muscles were covered with old and new scars, and water droplets slid across The uneven skin surface and the nerve interface with obvious scratches, some wounds seemed to be healed completely by his own recovery power, without any medical treatment.
"No matter if it is possible or not." Lamizane sighed and stretched his limbs in the hot water that was changed for the twentieth time and added with disinfectant. His hair was still made by the brave Lu As Frix and his pack groomed themselves, the Weeping Eyes claimed that it would be disrespectful to use a servitor for such an honor. "I will ask that the next time I return with equipment and enough manpower, I will give priority to using the Eradicator Team's heavy-duty flamethrower and compound disinfectant to thoroughly clean this place."
"Just blow it up. It might be safer to destroy it, my lord..."
Dietrian's angry protest immediately came from the special mechanical irradiation disinfection cleaning room next door.
"O Holy Screwdriver of Ohm Messiah! You have such a foolish proposal! You barbarian! You brainless muscleman who has no idea of its true meaning and value!"
"Oh. "Ciel shrugged indifferently, "Dietrian really cares about this weird thing. We didn't see him like this last time when we broke the power armor into tatters because of the murder duel for the Black Legion. Angry."
"Not to mention the mutation caused by this thing... In terms of academic value, the Ulanhuda Forge World is like a unique treasure to the followers of the Wanji Cult. After all, although it was born in the Ghoul Constellation and was actually a fusion of many humans, heretics and even alien technologies, its origin was indeed a paradise-like human federation in the beautiful era that was older than you can imagine. The Forging World.”
There was silence in the big bath for a while, and everyone who had witnessed the ashes, rust, and corpse-strewn Ulan Huda and the appearance of its decayed and crazy last mistress were chewing these words and thoughts in their hearts. The contrast of what they saw.
"What is the Federation? My lord? This word was used by you before humans forged the world. This is rare and does not seem to have the usual meaning."
(*Oh, this concept is indeed too early for him, but I guess he just asked about it because he wanted to fashionably use it in his melancholic poetry writing-if he wanted to send someone undercover, now Clarks Home, then I will definitely choose Makutian, it’s perfect!)
“Ah, this is something we don’t need now, you don’t need to delve into it for now, Makutian.”
"And, I must say that it is fortunate that we found it. The newborn Midnight Children, I do not hope that this ruined forging world that can almost be called the 'Mechanical Tyranid Brood' will have any impact now or in the future. The slightest possibility of falling into the hands of any enemy, especially!" Lamizane raised a finger to ensure that everyone's attention was on his words, "Never give it to your secrets. Anyone who does not hold the joint license of the four Primarchs and the Imperial Regent Seal at the same time."
"...Pfft!"
"Pfft! Choking! ”
"It's so ridiculous. Simply."
"Hahaha! Does such a permission really exist? You are so funny, my lord! This is the funniest joke I have heard this year!" In this case, it is necessary for us to carry out genetic anti-counterfeiting settings in response to this requirement.”
The First Claws surrounding the Gene Father’s bathhouse burst into laughter.
"That is to say, the only ones who can still be confirmed to be witnessed and active... are the so-called enemies of the empire who are the lackeys of the false emperor... your brothers, right? The rotten corpses. Is there a regent in the empire now? The regent of the empire that we know is no longer alive... You are actually saying that we must not associate with those who are chaotic, right? We have been following your teachings for thousands of years, my lord. Rest assured.”
"Koufa...that's right. Just understand it this way."
(*How did you, the erroneous one, guess what you said and got the right idea?)
< br>"I've asked them to do this job before. Of course they are very skilled."
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On the other side, the Origin Chapter Chapter The new lounge in Sanlian.
"This is..."
The situation of Aeneas and Ptolemion as if they had gone through a biological war made others sad.
"It's so bad, the blasphemous pollution of these heretics. Our Mechanic-Priests report that the corrupted sludge is difficult to clean, and it even has warp sorcery attached to it... They let you do this for them. Forward, rush in! "Aeneas!"
The veteran adjutant in question wiped his cleaned short hair tiredly, and then applied disinfectant to his neural interface.
"Laris, I told you. Just do your thing."
"But..."
Ptolemion's voice came from another disinfection room, "Laris, maybe you should talk to Penates."
" That traitor! I will never-"
"Shut up." Aeneas opened his pale gray eyes and stared at Laris sternly, until the latter hung his head in shame.
The room was silent for a while, as the other members stared at their leader in silence.
"This is the will of the Emperor. If he wants us to perform this hard labor, it must have a deep meaning." Finally Aeneas said, "You must be prepared for us to be buried here. Laris, and all of you. .”
(End of this chapter)