Chapter 400 Being able to destroy the world is not inconsistent with wanting to stay in bed
Ah, a new day, a new Reka coffee, a new breakfast and a new... the last holiday.
"Okay. Now that you have said it to this extent, the countdown to your lazy days as a salted fish is about to begin. The good days when you only need to provide your 'power' are over. Hahahaha! I will arrange your new work schedule and start their feasibility calculations. When the calculations are completed, haha... enjoy your last vacation, Ramizane Carosini! ”
——BY After five minutes of tender embrace with his body, while Lamizane was still deeply moved, he began to turn his face and grin at the absolutely terrifying speech of the black and white plush tyrant.
"...Do you listen to what this person says?! Are you a devil!!!"
"I am. I am not a human either."
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So, in the Calixis sector, It may be that one morning in 999.M41, under the early morning sunlight formed by artificial lumens, Mr. Lamizane Carosini once again stood twenty-two feet away in his private room on the Iron Warrior flagship Iron Blood. I opened my eyes on the big bed.
After reluctantly hugging the quilt and rolling around on the pillow for fifteen minutes, the Iron Warriors Legion is now the titular legion commander, and is known to all as the "Silver Skull" Chapter. The Chapter Master, the current head of the ancient and mysterious Carosini Rogue Traders dynasty, and the Fourth Primarch had to get up as the speed and intensity of the war-trampling paws of the Border Collies became increasingly impossible to ignore.
"Next time when you tell me to get up, don't look at my shins and ankles and step on them so accurately, okay, Peppa baby, you don't want your body to get hurt!"
"I'm right A genetically strong person like me is very confident, but don't think about it! Don't think about it! "
"Okay... …”
Wearing old-fashioned X-shaped shoelace slippers with suspicious tooth marks (this is also one of a large number of personal items made by someone), he wandered to the indoor coffee machine and pressed the button in a ritualistic manner. With the press of a few buttons, hot Reca coffee, artificial milk and a little hazelnut syrup were poured from the nozzle into Lamizane's favorite cup.
Then it was time for daily washing and some strange little rituals in the morning, including but not limited to him having to check and wipe Perturabo's face, eyes, mouth and paws, and feed him nutritional potions. , and even brush his teeth for him.
Fortunately, there are enough fully automatic robots and smart homes here - well, it should be said that some smart homes may be operated by Magna in multiple threads at the same time, but because the original function he was created to have It also includes the item "Control all system services of Iron Blood", so it's okay, except.
“Does it count as child labor if we ask Magna to serve us like this?”
Then he received a blank look from the dog.
"His basic personality structure is based on that stone, and his intelligence level is much higher than the legal age, so the time when he was created cannot represent his true cognitive age!" Then their conversation started. He was interrupted by the robot knocking on the door to deliver breakfast. "It's so awesome! Super! Super strong! So cool! (Lami Zain's words)".
"Whiterace" now takes on many of the jobs that have been created due to the gradual deployment of Alharin and members of the Honor Guard. The regional teleportation function allows him to do it with ease, and Magna's main computing body can have more time. Stay on the bridge and learn more real-life experience and knowledge from Captain Walter, who has been driving this ship for 10,000 years, or allocate more computing power to cope with the increasing computing needs on this ship.
Today’s breakfast consisted of hydroponic tomatoes, spinach, mushrooms and soft-boiled eggs in olive oil sprinkled with pepper and salt, served with nut toast toasted to a crisp on both sides, and when someone complained that " "There's not even bacon or fried sausage in here", "Whiterace" flashed into the busy cafeteria before the black-and-white demon viciously attacked the relationship between someone's food taste and the brain's thinking ability.
After discovering that the first window might not be able to supply meat, the powerful warrior arched up, then jumped up, stepping over two fearless machines that had to lie there because they were judged to have been destroyed. Shoulder (harvesting a lot of curses from Nuceria and Gutera's foul language and elegance), jumped onto a fortress tower that was being fought over by war dogs and the Emperor's Children, and then accurately used the propeller behind to turn and landed in sixth place. window.
He accurately entered the identity codes of the two superiors he was serving with one hand, then took out a whole tray of fried bacon, Nuremberg bratwurst and liver meatloaf, and opened the He used his own personal shield to prevent the paintball guns that were shooting at him from hitting the tray. Finally, he put his other hand into the basket full of fresh sterile artificial eggs on the inside of the window and grabbed two eggs. , and then disappeared with a flash of teleportation and a breath of ozone before several soldiers charging towards him and the barbed metal mesh gun specially used to catch him arrived.
The whole process went smoothly, and not a single egg was broken. It only lasted thirty-three seconds. Before Lamizane finished his first cup of hazelnut Reca coffee, there was more on his plate. Bacon and grilled sausages that were still sizzling with oil came out, and on Perturabo's plate were added liver paste meatloaf slices cut with a combat dagger without adding pepper or salt, and the small bowl was knocked Entered artificial sterile raw eggs.
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"Look, we really can't consider building one for ourselves that can be used on the battlefield and in the kitchen, and has a high degree of self-discipline without having to A robot that violates the boundaries of artificial intelligence?" Lamizane looked at Perturabo opposite him sincerely.
The latter used a very embarrassed and complicated look to glare at "Whiterace" who, despite being attentive and polite, looked extremely sarcastic for some reason.
"Well, the core cogitator he used... is very rare and special, so it is a prototype, and the supporting program can only be matched with Magna. Decima should have told you."
"Well, I really hope that the armory can develop the same cogitator core one day."
"Uh-huh, yeah."
To be honest, when I saw "White Reese "Lami Zane was really greedy when he recorded the battle record, but after subsequent feedback from the armory told him the cost of this mecha, he could only regretfully give up on the ambitious plan of large-scale deployment. In particular, the Decima sage who charged very high prices for civilian supplies politely told him that the core cost of the most important and critical 'Special Thinker' in "Whitereath" might be more than fifty Titan Legions. When it's high.
"What kind of 'Special Thinker' core is used... But as long as this type of core is not used, the weapon arsenal is reduced to half, and the personal shield... well, the strength of this should not be too low... ...Go back and bargain with Decima again..."
An ordinary breakfast on the Destiny Steel ended in this atmosphere.
(End of this chapter)