Chapter 367 Recommended Readings for Teenagers
When Magna Dorn felt very tired, he would put on the shabby woolen robe, and then the gray cloak outside, and find a place to sleep. He lay down for a while - this was mainly because his fatigue was mental, not physical.
Even a machine spirit can feel tired, a possibility that Magnar Dorn never imagined when she first opened her eyes at Perturabo's workbench.
Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that this light and free machine soul is now trapped in a body of flesh and blood - even the flesh and blood body of Rogal Dorn is still a body of flesh and blood.
In so many battles on the walls of Satnain, Magnar Dorn has seen enough and learned so much that he is now visibly sad. .
At this time, the attentive company of the leader of the templars is particularly valuable.
He would appear when Magna had forgotten that humans needed to eat on time and had been enduring the strange feeling plaguing his guts. After that, the young machine spirit never had a stomachache again.
When Magna needs to deal with more troublesome enemies, he will also appear in time, sweeping the entire field with his terrifying martial arts every time. As long as Magna appears wherever he is, that place is the strongest. A large elite enemy will be wiped out by his outstanding descendants.
So much so that later Sanguinius began to joke, "Brother, your son is so good that I began to wonder if he was a God-given gift left to us by our father. , Do you know? Now what do they-those who are still fighting start to call him?"
Magna raised his eyes from under Dorn's white hair and looked at the blond archangel inquiringly. , there are still traces of the sword on the angel's golden armor, "What do they call him now?"
"The Emperor's Champion." Archangel said in an almost overly brisk tone, "They call him the Emperor's Champion."
Magna saw that his snow-white but somewhat broken wings disobeyed their master. The will arches and gathers imperceptibly.
"Oh." He said tiredly, "That doesn't suit him. This was originally my title and responsibility."
When the words fell, those close to them in the command post The air suddenly became stagnant, and people held their breath. Although they did not dare to stop what they were doing, several people were swallowing their saliva.
"That's right." Sanguinius looked a little overwhelmed by "Dorn"'s straightforward answer. He raised his hand slightly, as if he couldn't decide whether to stop his brother who seemed to be about to Unable to maintain a restrained and calm expression.
"But I think that's just what people say to each other..."
"Don't think about it."
"I'm sorry - Rogge, what did you say?"
" I said, don't think about it." The golden-armored Terra commander stood up and threw away his gray cloak! "It's enough! Who cares! It’s not me! ! Let those who deserve to be looked down upon get out of that place! ——Fly up again and get the shit————Come back and hang up——and————forever!”
< br>He waved his hands and finally roared unbearably under the surprised eyes of his brother and the horrified eyes of everyone.
"No one - don't take my Sigismund from me for any reason and tell my child something that makes sense that he must be a tool!! Being a tool is never a thing for children. The only option! Anyone! No! If anyone wants to do this, just come to me!" >
He took a breath and narrowed his eyes like burning ice cubes at them while everyone thought he was finally crazy. Some righteousness that is only useful to people with morals and rules makes me give in. That is my child. Don't force him to grow up to replace me. This is an act that will make inanimate creatures ecstatic."
"Rogg..."
Iris's flaming eyes turned to the golden archangel, "It's not your fault." He tried to keep his voice as soft as possible, "It's not your fault, Sanguinius ...No need to panic, you have been doing a good job, keep it up, keep our hope, my..."
He swallowed the last two words.
"Let's go to the next battlefield."
The Terra Guard stretched out his hand to the side of his seat, and Sigismund was waiting at the foot of the steps. He was wearing black and yellow power armor, holding a black sword with a golden force field in his hand, and was looking at his original body with his face raised proudly.
"Yes," the leader of the Templars whispered in a voice that only Sanguinius could hear, "this time, I will come back, and I will always be with you. Around you.”
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Inside the Iron-Blooded Labyrinth Treasure House
“Oh, no, what on earth did he yell that was automatically judged as content that needs to be blocked by the monitoring system?”
Watching the last video played Mizanen made a tut-tutting comment, "Speaking of which, your observation module will automatically add more curse words and unconsciously change the blood to green, the skull to sacks, and the corpse to tombstones in his mind. ——But it doesn't block those operations that modify Fulgrim and his Emperor's Children. Well, I think it needs to be blocked."
"Is it just that necessary to be blocked? ?”
“Uh, don’t you?”
"Oh, is it necessary?"
"You pure-blooded British guy! I feel that he will be very annoyed when he comes back and will be very difficult to coax. Look at the content of the test script you wrote. What kind of stuff has forced the child to become like this? It’s really heartbreaking to see him speak so maturely and collapse.”
“Indeed, some liars are very old. And my student is less than one year old.”
At this time, the Border Collie showed an amazing tolerance for the holder of the name Perturabo, but it was obvious that he still had a lot of tolerance for him. Someone has a great deal of anger.
“Calls and tantrums are a baby’s prerogative. I actually did include some stress testing. But you’re right, since he started swearing more and more later on, I Will consider rolling back the appropriate language module after he comes back to delete those——"
He paused meaningfully and glanced at someone with wandering eyes, "Those bad social terms that are very easy to be spoken."
"Oh, but look at little Magna! He learned it well, keep it up, and save our hope! Oh, he used this line so well! He really loves reading that book! Well, he suddenly turned his head towards the border collie who was staring at the sleeper in the life support cabin with a fierce look and was about to press some big red button with his paw.
"What book? What lines? Did you teach him to say that?"
"Huh? I didn't? But I did tell him the title of the book." The person in question was confused. He blinked and said, "A recommended reading book for teenagers at that time, a world-famous classic novel, "The Count of Monte Cristo"? Wasn't the last thing he just said the concluding sentence in it?"
"Is that so?" The dog's erected hair seemed to droop down a little, "So it's a line from the book?"
"Yes. What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Pettu Labo's curled tail slowly flattened, "Get ready, we are going to call him back."
"Oh my God, it's finally over..." Lamizane shook his head. cables, "I can't even lower my head to rub your fur with these things..."
"We can do this later."
"That's great, Peipei my baby."
(End of this chapter)