Chapter 383 More Perfection
When seeing the scene from Sigismund on the team channel, a family member of a certain victim gritted his teeth, Sol Tavitz Holding the hilt of his sword tightly, the deliberate elegance that the Emperor's Children always brought to their swordsmanship was forgotten. The decapitation force of the power sword was obviously a bit more severe, making people feel that he should be at this moment. A chain saw ax may be more handy in your hand.
“Oh.” Even Tarik Torgadun, a master at easing the atmosphere, could not make other more restrained comments about the scenes in front of him.
"Hiss... this woman and her maggot guests are still counted as 'loyal Imperial subjects' in the identifier classification provided by the Imperial Navy. This scene is really It is both disgusting and chilling. These mortals after ten thousand years... If we and our young brothers are fighting for such human beings or even fighting without stopping for ten thousand years, then I will be really sad. , Gavir, I began to seriously consider that I might as well fight for His Highness Lamizane - at least Iron - I can see from the life on board the Destiny Steel that he has considered all aspects of comfort for us."
Loken did not comment on this, but he currently does not seem to have any intention to stop or refute Togaton's bold public statement. He just silently raised his gun and headed towards the tide. The incoming armed servitors poured out their own bombs.
This group of people trotted at a faster speed than before and recklessly began to throw melta grenades and other similar things in both directions in order to rush to the target that was marked on the sensor map that was sent to them at the same time. Location coordinates.
And Lamizane, who was unprepared and saw something he shouldn't have seen, sitting in front of the holographic projector, let out a loud exclamation, and the black and white shepherd dog Then jumped up in his cockpit.
"Who gave him the permission to directly play these unprocessed live broadcasts??!! Cut it! Cut it quickly! Magna?!"
However, he was still in shock. Magna Dorn did not actually execute the work order issued by the master of the Iron-Blooded. On the contrary, a binary message appeared in the corner, which was automatically converted into a message in High Gothic due to its length, "Please rest assured. These images have been frequency filtered and will not be played to any minor humans, demigods or machines."
"Who?" Perturabo's ears stood up alertly, and he jumped out. In the cockpit, he ran to Lamizane, who had begun to curse and turned away, jumped on his knees, and squeezed his furry and warm body into his arms - "Who are you?"
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Shepherd immediately activated the anti-demon and waste code attack detection system.
“No matter who you are and why you are trying to pretend to be my ship-based machine soul,” the dog sneered, “First of all, the need for Lamizane in Magna’s code has the highest priority. Of. And you..."
Before Lamizane straightened up with retching, the holographic projector flashed a few times and another few lines of code popped up.
"Huh?" Perturabo BC frowned, "You...how is it you? How could you be here?"
"Never mind that for now! vomit vomit Ugh!" The shepherd dog quickly rubbed his original body with his big furry head.
"That... that person on the table is Lucius, right?! At first glance, I thought it was three... Fulgrim! So I took a closer look at it, vomit!!!!"
"Ahem, actually, you can consider that as some kind of horror movie prop..."
"Ugh, vomit, vomit! You know I've never watched this type of movie since the extreme cold. It's a horror movie! But if it's Lucius..." Lamizane raised his head in confusion, "I'm curious...should he start to resurrect?"
"How about that? Magna's mechas continue to play?"
"...I thought about it, that's Lucius, all kinds of... Lucius is an immortal in the text, no matter how much I think about him Even the resurrection scene should be very R18G. Hey Peipei, watch the playback for me, and tell me when he is alive and no longer curious, so I can turn around and watch the follow-up."
"...Okay."
Fortunately, all the people in the conference room left, Perturabo BC thought as he looked at his body with his back to the projector. It also saves me the trouble of looking for opportunities to brainwash them one by one afterwards... Tsk, I actually have the slightest regret without Hong Suo...
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The Lady Lord and her guests seemed to have been cut off from the attack on the Ruthless Flame.
Their senses are completely absorbed by the feast before them. Delicious, so delicious! So perfect!
Gradually, they are no longer satisfied with only owning the small portion they have been assigned.
The minced meat in these salads comes from the shattered parts of this perfect vessel...
Only swallow more, more! Only in this way can you get a more awesome feeling than the previous part...! More is needed...! More talent is needed...
Becoming closer to the pinnacle of perfection!
No one has noticed since when, the eyes of every flesh-eater have been unknowingly covered with thick bright red bloodshot eyes. In their skin, which is either gorgeous or highly modified, the blood vessels and fluid channels are also grotesquely shaped. The plants swelled like vines and became more and more obvious, bulging high on the thinning skin of humans.
Their eyeballs were sunken, their eye sockets were black and blue, their teeth were protruding from their gums, and each of them began to become skinny and skinny with a bulging belly.
The guests and the hostess were unaware of the earth-shattering sound of automatic weapons defense outside the door and the huge movement of an uninvited guest blowing the door open. They just sat there blankly and shook their heads. , looked at each other blankly, then looked at the remaining parts on the dinner plate, and looked at the smile that seemed to be tugging at the corner of the mouth of that beautiful head.
Suddenly.
I don’t know who was the first to roar and bite the flesh of his neighbor.
Then, under Sigismund's silent gaze, the banquet hall began to turn into a veritable devouring hell.
Of course, there are not exceptions.
His multi-band scanner noticed a man who was about to carefully back away from his already visibly growing crazier body and jump into the feast in the hall to join the others in gnawing at each other for perfect flesh and blood. The figure of the female lord of fragments.
The Black Knight strode over and mercilessly pulled the female lord's Mechanicus allies out of the shadows in the corner.
In panic, the opponent fired a melta shot at the helmet of the intruder who looked like an Astartes and immediately planned to kick him away——
This Astartes did not collapse or let go with his helmet and head melted off, as the Mechanicus had judged. On the contrary, his helmet did melt, but that only revealed some kind of mask that was as smooth as a mirror inside. Structure, a spark of possibility flashed like lightning in the Sage's logic processing chip.
He raised his hand and fired several more shots at a specific location on the mysterious Astartes' silver, black and yellow power armor.
"Are you...?" This mechanical sage who paid too much attention to the ruthless results in his own field and ignored the human moral edge in it opened the aperture of all his electronic prosthetic eyes to the maximum. , he recognized the pure gold luster exposed under those coatings and platings - it turned out to be the highest grade of pure gold! There is also the special mark on it that "that kind" of mechs must have at that position, and now the other half of it is occupied by a silver skull halo emblem.
"You belong to those brass vultures..."
The mech did not give him a chance to finish his words and transmit the broken code completely.
The black sword fell.
But it’s not over yet.
(End of this chapter)