Chapter 401 Change him a more auspicious name
The lumens of sunlight in most areas of the Destiny Steel have changed from the pale gold in the morning to the platinum that represents noon, but the lumens outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Chapter Master's office The scenery today is still a velvety dark blue starry sky dotted with sugar.
The two "Fourth Primarchs" at the desk are... discussing amicably the future of themselves, humanity and the galaxy.
To be more precise, Perturabo is forcing Lamizane, a salty fish who doesn't want to plan his own work schedule, to start writing his own schedule.
"Since you have now begun to explain some concepts to us, you should write down some plans to prevent you from forgetting what you said." Perturabo wrinkled his furry forehead and said extremely seriously , and at the same time pushed a pair of data visualization lenses placed on the bridge of his broad nose.
"Now...there are more humans living within our jurisdiction and agree with you from the bottom of their hearts, so unlike before, when you didn't explain many concepts clearly, you could still use some vague theories if there was something wrong. Like Schrödinger's cat, the cost and difficulty of finding compensation for you have greatly increased. You have to write down some planned things as an anchoring measure to avoid major problems with the timeline. A very scary thing."
"How scary?"
"Well...so scary that if you don't anchor well, you or I may find ourselves waking up from a beautiful sleep. Suddenly he found himself in the body of the vengeful spirit..."
"He was in the final battle with the 'Emperor'! When he was carried into the Temple of Devon but couldn’t speak.”
"... Even if you can say 'Hey, can we reconcile?' at this time, it's already too late... It's really terrible!!! Either way is terrible!!!!"
"So You have to write down your schedule and fill it up before things get erratic." The dog nodded.
"Then...then you have to give me a general idea, right? If I write it out casually and you say no, then wouldn't it be a waste of work."
"Of course. Here you go, this is a big form. I think it would be good to fill it with a short-term plan based on a fifty-year period." Perturabo BC sent a blank form document to Ramizane in an understatement.
"No, just write down one or two five-year... ten-year plans. What are you talking about? See for yourself how high your number is for me?!"
"Isn't it just twenty? Fifty-year short-term plans and one-thousand-year mid- and long-term plans are completed step by step, right?"
"...With all due respect, some of your brothers command their legions. It’s not even five hundred years, right? Why should I, a person who has only lived for a few decades, write about the Millennium Plan? It’s okay if I write it. Go find Dante of Blood Angels for me. Or Bjorn from Space Wolves, uh, or that..."
"Why are you looking for them to ghostwrite for you?"
"At least they really lived a thousand years to know. How many things can happen in a thousand years?"
"That's not certain." Perturabo grinned, and Lamizane noticed that the gaps between his teeth were a bit wider recently - "You're looking at it. What?”
"Nothing!"
So in the next few hours, which turned into dozens and hundreds of hours, Mr. Lamizane Carosini was overwhelmed by that terrible possibility. Under the threat of the prospect of some classic horror scenes being refreshed, I have to learn more, more, more data, historical documents and events throughout the galaxy until——
"Ahhh Ahhhhhhh! ! I can’t stand it! ! If I could have written this kind of article, I would have been so incompetent. Are you going to get admitted to be a librarian and get laid early?" Of course, the black and white border collie is a ruthless adult dog, so Mr. Carosini has to continue writing his second chapter after he has finished his breakdown. Ten fifty-year plans.
And when he turned his attention to other possible helpers, he discovered that in order to ensure that the schedule was completely from his own hands and not interfered with, a certain black and white hairy man It can be said that the Velvet Demon has been prepared for a long time.
Lamizane was told that the former Imperial Regent, who was very good at making forms at a glance, had recently had business activities and was on a business trip. It might be a long business trip. No one knew where he was now. He should be on a voyage where communication was difficult. middle.
His Royal Highness Angron Petra, a good brother who is theoretically very good at being a monarch and has been doing so for a long time, has already brought some of his heirs, driving his The Desert Ark went on a security patrol in the surrounding star field, and may not return for a long time.
The last hope is dear little Magna Dorn, he has the entire ship's database!
Under the eyes of Lamizane full of encouragement and hope, this young artificial intelligence who is very helpful to others can write smoothly.
But when Lamizane excitedly picked up the document and read it carefully, he discovered that the result written for him by the machine soul of the Iron-Blooded Controller looked very similar to that of some G and T in Gu Terra who used a large number of It is a collection of specious and useless words piled up from content that is very useful but actually completely useless. - Some are useful, but not much.
So in the end, he still had to painstakingly compile his work word by word, but as the ancient Terra saying goes, the closer you get to the dead line, the more you have to fish...
"Desima Sage , I think the name Azure Dragon Improved... is not very auspicious. Maybe you can give this powerful prototype a more auspicious name." While racking his brains, Lamizane did not forget to think about Magna. The magical robot and the Decima Sage.
The reply from the armory Decima Sage came almost immediately. There is reason to believe that he is also working in multi-threading. He explained that the reason why it is called Zamyrax-Canglong is because the name is based on this machine. The origin of the prototype of the mechas comes from the nomenclature of the Death Slave and the Cangxiong mechas. This is logical and in line with the naming habits of the Mechanic Cult.
"Canglong...well, it really feels unlucky. Sage, I have a name here that feels more appropriate and auspicious. Since they are all produced in our arsenal, use our nomenclature. It’s no problem.”
“Your will. Since Ou...you insist on saying that, this must be a sign that cannot be ignored. How are you going to name him?”
Lamizane quickly replied with one word. "Kunlun."
"Kunlun?" The other side paused, "...Unexpected, but very tasteful, sir. It is said that this place is not far from the sanctuary, and there used to be towering mountains. So. , what names are you going to ask the armory to give you for mass production? "
"Those... I have also thought about it, Sage Decima, let's call them the 'Jade Dragon' type? ."
"Of course, Your Highness, I will record this on my memory chip. But can I ask? Why is the Canglong unlucky?"
A happy chuckle echoed in the office, "Kunlun should be followed by many jade dragons of course! Hahaha, sage, just name the next battle group like this, they will definitely be very powerful and pure."
Although confused, the confidence and joy were unmistakable, so Decima Sage quickly answered.
"I understand, as you wish."
(End of this chapter)