Chapter 470: Send eggs, you will win
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Calixis Sector, Roaming Port
Today, there is a rare opportunity to queue up in the square in front of a delicious and nutritious restaurant There was about twenty feet less people lined up at the end.
Although no one is willing to give up their spot in the queue to receive the sacred hot water, there are always families with too many children who are permanently understaffed. Among them, those who have the most plans for their children’s future are today I had to ask for an extra blessing from God for my children and regretted my absence.
The reason for this rare phenomenon is that today it is said that the noble and merciful masters of the Holy Communion Land were invited by the state church in Hong Kong - more than a hundred branch sects of the state church here were eventually labeled as heretics and shocked after a long process. After fear, questioning, verification, debate, abuse, pulling, fighting and assassination, they reached an internal truce agreement.
In the end, Wandering Harbor Cathedral took the lead and solemnly sent a procession of priests and envoys full of honor and sincerity to this place. The origin of this place is still mysterious, but its effect has undoubtedly been proven in the void. The owners of the restaurant and the light shop opposite it, who have protected the souls of many people of the Empire from being lost in the unknown world of darkness and aliens, the ancient Carosini Rogue Dynasty extended an invitation to them. Representatives were sent to the cathedral built in the central fortress today, and there they carried out preaching activities about the glory of the Holy Emperor.
The event will also compare the preaching and gathering of lost souls from both sides in order to decide who has the highest priority of exegesis in this remote place - yes, the state church is the state church, but you also Don't look at where this place is and how many bolters the "loyal" opponents have.
So the Carosini Dynasty sent the confident and high-spirited Priest Brother Geratos of the Black Templars and the former Imperial Fist Priest Likaiwen who is now very stable and unfazed by honor and disgrace. The brothers went to "preach how our great lords have brought the light of protection and glory to this place", and by the way, Loken and Togaton at the door "accidentally" mentioned "It is said that who is going to listen to the two The sermons of the Emperor's Death Angel may obtain an additional dozen artificial eggs and a recommendation form for the school to be built."
Perturabo BC commented on the actions of the Ecclesiastical Church, "Obviously. , because what we provide for mortals here is too effective when crossing the subspace ocean and the darkness at the edge of the galaxy. The group of magicians saw that they were quite anxious before they made this move."
As for Lamizane, as soon as he heard the words "We will deliver eggs", he firmly believed that even if Brother Geratos announced on the spot that the opponent was a heretic, he would not lose the debate conference.
"If that's the case, then why didn't the state church choose to issue a heresy trial order against us, violently ban us, or use violent agencies to arrest us? And the state church seems to be able to summon the fighting sisters of the Sisters here. Come to help? Although I don’t remember the details at all, I am very sure that the state religion of the Calixis sector is definitely not a good person, and this sector seems to have... Let me think about it... Well, it should not be the silver shroud... Yes, The Sisters of the Ebon Holy Grail should be stationed here."
The name mentioned by Lamizane made Perturabo BC's long eyebrows raise by about two millimeters. He clicked the input device twice and said, "Well. Although it is the Ebony Holy Grail, there are only fifty nuns. Moreover, these fifty nuns are stationed hundreds of thousands of miles away from the Roaming Port. According to the legend of Mak... The Grand Inquisitor here is very cautious about using the armed forces of the Sisters to intervene in any conflict. This is probably one of the reasons why we didn't see them."
"Okay, a little bit. Unfortunately, I haven’t actually seen a member of the Sisters of Battle. Then why is there no other action?”
“You think there is none?” Perturabo sneered, “Okay. Let’s use an analogy.”
He operated the robot arm of his car to slightly open the curtains and pointed at the scenery and people outside.
“Have you seen that young girl?”
“Yes. She seems to admire you very much. Have I seen her around here at least five or six times recently? Every time She shyly holds roses and letters, and sometimes leaves you poems with roses. "Come on," the original body of the Iron Warrior, now wearing black and white fur, sneered again. Get up, "She doesn't admire us or devoutly come here every day to write hymns to me. The spikes of the roses even contain a genetic sample collector. It's a very delicate gadget, but the technology is not imperial. This girl is a judge. An acolyte agent who was sent to spy on us, although she did a pretty good job for a newbie."
"Ah? Wait a minute, (whispers) LOGOS, Where is the built-in recorder? This is the first time I have seen a mortal acolyte with such a normal appearance. Let me take a photo to commemorate it... Wait, how did you find out... Then you still keep her..."
"This girl is not a big threat, and the master behind her is very patient. She also abides by her duties and does not cross the prescribed red line, so I will keep her to see what she and the master behind her want to do. I'm not afraid of enemies, but I don't need to make any more."
"That's right. We need to have fewer enemies and more friends."
The dog nodded naturally, and then. Turning their eyes to the other side, "As for the bugs that appear from time to time but have neither patience nor respect and courtesy towards me..."
They looked helplessly at a warehouse filled with goods in the distance. Outside the eaves of the mezzanine, a vague figure seemed to emerge from the transparent air, struggling painfully for a few seconds - and then something passed by, dragging the invisible man with limbs hanging limply back into the darkness.
Although it was very fast, Lamizane still recognized what it was: it was the former Astral Knight, now "Silver (Steel) Color (Iron) Skull (Brave) Bone (Soldier)" A small side profile of the newly-blooded adjutant Maxim turned towards.
"Wait a minute, that one wasn't the one I bought before..."
"That's the Dornish stone brats under my command. I transported them over and scattered them on Wandering Port and the surrounding asteroids. Responsible for covert tracking, surveillance and elimination operations - they can't help shouting various slogans if they let the Black Templar do this, and each of them has their weapons chained to their wrists. Follow me! The Sons of Olympia are already severely lacking in numbers. Even if the Destiny Steel can be operated, it still needs to be guarded, not to mention the iron ring. Even a special model like the West...'Whiterace' is not necessary. Do this kind of thing. The purpose of retaining the characteristics of each legion is to make the best use of it in appropriate strategic deployment, and use good steel on the blade, rather than using rogues to gnaw hard bones or heavy firepower legion champions. Assassination."
Perturabo BC lowered the curtains and used the mechanical arm to lift the milk glass in front of him and bring it to his furry mouth, "Although it is based on the out-of-date Astartes Codex. Said, the 10th Company is indeed a scout, I did not choose them because of this, because they are the only ones with the best size and equipment for this kind of activity, and I only recently removed them from the bottom of the Destiny Steel. It's time to take it out for a walk and test the training results."
"...Wait a minute, what else is there in the bottom of the Destiny Steel? Isn't it the various inventories, water tanks, fuel and that? Plant a garbage disposal device? I thought we had dealt with it last time? When did you..."
"Oh, it's nothing, it's just that there might be something in the bottom when we left Medlengard? It hadn’t been cleaned properly in more than six thousand years, so I asked them to put on the reconnaissance armor and weapons newly developed by Decima’s armory and went down to clean and inventory the goods on the bottom deck to do a practical test of the new equipment and train them by the way. The physical strength and daily affairs ability - after all, I am the commander of the tenth company, and I have the right to decide how to smash these pebbles into sharp spearheads or beautiful dipped pen heads." The dog took a satisfied sip and put the robotic arm to his mouth. of ice milk, licked the tip of his nose, "Ah, I should say it, although I thought you bought them out of habit and inexplicable cold kindness, but now I find that using the stones of Dorne It felt surprisingly good to have the steel molded into my shape.”
Lamizane muttered, "You are now using Dorn's wetware on the flagship to train a bunch of Dorn's descendants as the teacher of the machine spirit Magna Dorn... ...Well...I can't say, but the descendant of Dorn...should at least be able to withstand pressure. Speaking of Sage Decima, why doesn't he come out and communicate with his colleagues here? Could it be that he doesn't like the rumors here? Technology? But there is also a lot of news about aliens and lost worlds here."
"Desima is an independent sage affiliated with the Yuanhuan Order and Mars...chi. Hey, strictly speaking, they can't be together." Perturabo BC showed a very meaningful expression, "When the members of the Yuanhuan Order left Mars... it was not very appropriate to use a word. The metaphor, maybe you can understand, their relationship with Mars is somewhat like the nomadic fleet exiled by my nineteenth brother Krax, but the Origin Order has not yet been marked as a heretic by the empire."
"This is really a simple and clear explanation, I understand. The learned and talented Perturabo baby! Even the secrets of Clarks are known! Since the Source Return Order and Mars are not so confrontational, it is no wonder that Decima The Sage will serve on your flagship. I used to wonder why if he belongs to the Dark Mechanicus, he seems... quite... in every aspect."
"It's normal, right? and weapons research. Yuan Huanxiu really likes to delve into this area, so I provided him with a position in the armory, an undisturbed research place, and the benefit of being able to play chess with me from time to time. With Magna's computing power and stable space, his research has made great progress, which is one of the reasons why he has stayed here instead of engaging in the most difficult endless battles."
"Sage Decima... To be honest, his name is actually a little familiar to me, but I can't remember where I have read about his life or experiences. ...Besides, I am very curious about your sons. Will they all look like you?"
"Why do you ask so suddenly?"
"I just suddenly remembered that, as far as I know, some of the original body's gene seeds will make descendants. As time goes by, he becomes more and more like himself? Of course, I'm pretty sure Alpha Legion doesn't have this problem."
The dog's bright dark brown eyes looked at his body in front of him, "You've been like this lately. I suddenly started thinking more. Did you sense something or did the environment here make you feel too boring? "
"Because I have seen more and more people recently, I have started to think a little bit more. It’s...your brain, so your thinking is active.”
Primarch Bian Mu pricked up his ears, "People, the flood of thoughts can even affect... This is also... Well, most of my sons will look like me, but there are also some quite eye-catching coincidences. I usually Seen as a darkly humorous satire on everything our biological father built."
"For example?"
"For example, except for Chanto's name and In addition to the name of a certain Salamander Chapter Master whose pronunciation is reversed, I have several sons who serve as war blacksmiths. They are named Korvax, Kal'phalan, Ferros Ironclaw, and another son. He looks like he was taken from Fulgrim's Third Legion. His name is Tolamino."
Lamizane was stunned for a moment and burst out laughing, "Oh my God. Pei, I never knew you had such a strong sense of humor! I hope I have the opportunity to meet them later."
"Oh, I don't think you can meet some of them. Here we are.” The dog raised his paws and scratched the fur around his mouth, “But maybe you will see a few of them.”
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When Soltarn finally led his men to the scene of the teaching accident under Kallan Goll, both the accident and the devil had been destroyed by a certain angry war blacksmith. The processing is basically completed.
Toramino, who was so angry and crazy about losing face and dignity that he transformed (physically), gave full play to the bonus effect of intense emotional power in the Eye of Terror - even if the Heart of Blood is there Later, he even obtained his demonic weapons. The ax and whip could not stop him from being defeated step by step under the intensive close-range shooting of siege missiles and the completely lifeless and crazy slashing and swinging attacks of the master siege master. In the end, he was defeated. The powerful long-handled broad blade shoveled away half of his head, and then he roared and was driven back behind the curtain.
Amidst the chaos, the students had climbed to the cave platform on one side, watching with a new sense of awe what had been restored to the most arduous and extreme frontline attack 10,000 years ago. The Terminator master who was on the battlefield in the city used a violent saturation attack that could be said to be equally cruel to his own life and the life of the enemy, and only used any means to achieve the purpose of destruction, killing the opponent, his demon armor, and half of the mine here. A full teaching demonstration of close-to-the-face firepower and melee polearms that reduced everything to rubble.
“I’m beginning to think that Professor Tolamino is really powerful now.” Samokan and his friends murmured while sketching, “This method of exorcism is so immediate and easy to learn. ! This is much clearer than memorizing long paragraphs of mantras! I think this method is more suitable for me.”
+...(A strange gloating and complicated mood swing)+
Aquilon, the huge king of the skinless ones nodded, "Cut! Kill!" he announced, "Towards Professor, learn to kill stronger and harder! As long as you kill more, you will win!”
Uriel, who was listening to the conversation silently, was already holding his forehead and thinking about the cultural courses he was responsible for next! How to break the brains of these two students back again.
He only felt a dull pain in his head.
(End of this chapter)