Chapter 485 He is thinking about you
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"...The harvest season is here. In the fields, the cotton is white, the sorghum is red, and the rice is yellow..."
"What are you mumbling?"
Perturabo BC sat on his walking Dreadnought and walked over. The metal walking feet stepped on the ground and were absorbed by the added shock absorbers. The sound was like a dog's meat pad being amplified dozens of times. The joint servo vibrated slightly as it was working normally. Outside the window was the dark blue velvet universe, and the black and white border collie used his as-bright as ever. He looked at his body, which was a little distracted.
"Ah? Oh, it's nothing. This is the calculation data you asked for before." Lamizane released the data cable from an interface on the back of his head, pushed a data crystal over, and then connected another one. When the connection indicator light comes on, a new round of calculations begins again.
"What are you thinking about again? Lamizane."
Just when the body of the Fourth Primarch was about to start wandering into space again, the Shepherd asked again coldly, Bring the other person's mind back to the scene in front of him.
"Nothing," he sighed heavily, his body and face showing a classical appearance inherited from the ancient city-states of Crete and Mycenae, and although he was very salty, his face showed a kind of classical appearance. The intellectual temperament that cannot be concealed, "You still can't communicate normally with Soltarn and the others?"
"Not really. But at least they now seem to know how to increase the power of that crude device. I am now I received some clearer words and requests, and I responded to them all. However, I feel that some losses occurred in the process of replying. According to my calculations, these losses were mainly caused by space-time interference. At this point, if we don’t want to turn the space-time dimension in this area into a mess due to too rough and direct force, we can only accept these interference losses.”
"Indeed. I can understand that if you change all the precise time and space according to your own wishes, you don't know what will happen. It might explode or enter a time and space where more monsters and monsters are dancing." The dog's ears whispered. The ground tightened, and his tail flapped nervously up and down twice. Fortunately, the person who asked the question didn't think much about it, "What about the others? Do you have any news about the others?"
"No." Pettu Labo BC shook his head, the dog grinned, and his ears stood up again, revealing the stretched ear fluff, "Don't worry, as long as there is the first one, then it is a good sign. After all, you see, they are disappearing We all knew at least the name of Belakaan's forging world before, and the first step after Soltarn has the ability is to find a way to contact us. This is easier than our aimlessly wasting a lot of manpower and material resources to find needles in the haystack in all dimensions. Much better."
"Then how can we be sure that each of them has the ability to find a way to contact us?"
"... Soltarn can do it, and the others can do it. Why can’t people do it?”
“You’re right.” Lamizane sat up straighter and took a sip of the rich Reka coffee, “But if that’s the case... Is there no news at all from the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar?”
"The intelligence brought by the Rogue Traders, merchants and mercenaries who arrived from there recently are all consistent, and the situation is calm. Except for some people who have access to the Ultramarines, there are rumors that their chief think tank director seems to be in a bad situation recently. Well, the food supply in the Extreme Star Territory has been extremely abundant recently, which has greatly calmed down the security problems in that area."
"After the empire split, Varro Tigris, one of the three major think tanks? Hmm...him. This time is indeed not easy. I feel that I have been in a weak state. If he were not a big man over two meters tall, then I would say that he is really suitable to hold Malcador's staff and wear a civil official robe to pretend that he is a Mage... Well, if I want to talk about it, are Mr. Dante, the Blood Angels and their subgroups also in a miserable situation at this time? Their Mephistopheles are nourishing, and the last famous think tank is Ezekiel. What are you doing right now? I really don’t know...but thinking about it, it’s almost time for the kindly Santa Lion to travel around in the dark side of the empire? Pfft, I really want to see such a big Primarch sitting there. Such a video in a pickup truck on a mortal farm! I'm even willing to pay for it!" Perturabo raised a tentacled eyebrow at him.
Lami Zain turned from being elated to sighing, "Alas! But I really envy the God-given granary of the Five Hundred Worlds! I can find so many livable worlds! Even if we want to open up land here, we must first To find a suitable asteroid, at least the gravity must not be too low, and the shape must be slightly uniform... Otherwise, it will not be worthwhile if the scale of intensification is not increased... There are too many gas giant planets and the main stars whose irradiation intensity is not within the appropriate range! Too many..."
The currently largest BOSS in Roaming Port and the consul of the Carosini Dynasty immediately regained his enthusiasm for work when he talked about the issue of reclamation of new asteroid farms nearby. Pick up the data pad in front of you and start making changes.
Seeing this, Perturabo BC was about to turn around and walk away to contact Magna——
"No!"
The hair on the black and white shepherd's body exploded, making it look extremely fluffy and huge. Somewhere on the Iron-Blooded, Magna Dorn looked up at the things around her. Guismond, who lowered his head and placed a comforting hand on his golden armored shoulder.
"What's wrong?" Perturabo BC's voice was still calm, and he hadn't even lowered his tail.
Mr. Lamizane Carosini looked solemn.
“No, what do you think at this time? It’s too strange that there is calm in the Extreme Star Territory. After all, we really met Uriel Ventris and Pasanius, and we also rescued He killed them and sent them to the Eye of Terror. Honso also disappeared, but Soltarn also said that the Kallan-Gol Fortress was still knocked down. Although the Demon Womb was not created, Samokan finally Still appeared, and quickly became a Space Marine in another way - at least the appearance and function are similar, so since some nodes are so stubborn... Where did Honso go?"
"Uh. Is this what you think is wrong?"
"Of course? Think about it, it's like the script of a play is being adapted into a TV series, but all the main characters appear in it Well, it’s impossible that one of the male protagonists didn’t show up at all, right? There’s something wrong! Where is Hong Suo? What is he doing now?”
Lami Zane said, lost in thought. .
“Because the influence of subspace is extremely unreliable, and the space-time structure of this universe is originally as loose as a raft that falls apart at a push, Hongsuo’s failure to appear is most likely because either he was He was thrown to a place too far away and had no time to find a way to move himself, or he was thrown to a point too far apart in time, so that other events interfered with him, from another direction that we don’t know yet. Interfering with the present, maybe even both."
"Well..." The librarian whose first appointment in this universe was to appoint Honso as the chief pharmacist frowned again," If that's the case, that's not good. Although I believe he can definitely be tenacious enough to evade the pursuit of the entire planet alone, I don't want him to be tainted with some unreasonable power because he wants to prove himself too much. ...After all, I managed to catch it right after I arrived! And he didn’t even have time to bring his wide double-edged power weapon, only his Gene Eradicator pistol.”
"... He is wearing the pharmacist's special power armor you gave him, so what else do you need to worry about? Only force majeure in the environment may hinder him, such as not being able to find a spaceship to take him on a space voyage. That is indeed not good. In addition, the thing you made was loaded with targeted energy positions for almost all common energies and attacks in this universe! Moreover, the full power of the plasma reactor in his backpack can even be used temporarily! The void shield supplying a ship was bombarded by several luminous spears! Even if there are inquisitors who throw extermination orders everywhere on the planet every day, he is the one who can persist until the lava on the surface of the planet solidifies or the fire is extinguished! In terms of protection, he won't die even if he goes to Istvaan 3 and 5!", the dog revealed, "I haven't killed him yet, are you thinking that there is someone else in the galaxy who can kill that unfilial son? " expression.
“...What did you do?! Of course the doctor’s protective measures must be the best! I haven’t put a flying bag on him yet! I haven’t put an unmanned air bag on him yet. Machine swarm!"
"...Is a doctor...a pharmacist such a dangerous profession?"
"With the Lord of Hell...no, here, it should be possible to face Zhan Zhan. Isn’t a profession as powerful as the Night One a dangerous profession that requires better weapons and protection? ”
Perturabo BC blinked in disbelief.
"So that's why you designed his power armor to those specifications? - 'He's going to need to wear it to fight the Nightbringer'?"
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During the period before the giant eye of the vortex opened, Honso was walking in this mountain city with his two companions, watching the opponents and their camps they would encounter next.
Among these opponents are Chaos Astartes warbands like the Blood God's darling Uruvent, who more or less continue the habits of their legions, consisting of mortal servants, cultists, and machines. There is no shortage of traditional teams such as scavengers or Black Mechanicus (the latter is rarer), void ships as bases (may be derived from inheritance, salvage or plunder), and Space Marines as the top rulers and officers. There are alien clans and human pirates (Honso comments that he doubts these people have a Rogue Trader license in the Empire, and is immediately dragged away by the former Raven Guard), and mercenaries, as well as some in the more rigid Imperial realm. A very rare group with local characteristics.
For example, after visiting the alien family camp of Rosatel and the charming camp of Pirate Queen Salomba, and then dragging Grendel away from Uruvente's camp, who seemed to really want to stay and spar. , the next destination they visited was very impressive.
"Oh - look who is this? Isn't this Vanus? Little Crow, you still brought your cold and charming mysterious friend!"
< br>Insert his sharp sword into the opponent's throat in a very dramatic way, and stir it a few times while the opponent is still squirming and being impaled on the sword, until the blood flows out like a bouquet. When he came out and dyed the deceased into a kneeling blood-red bouquet-like scabbard, the owner of this camp, Nosa Aitasia, stepped on his long black high-heeled shoes that tightly wrapped his muscular legs. Boots walked over gracefully in a manner that made it difficult to discern his intentions.
He stretched out his hand towards them. Just when Grendel, one of the visitors, wrinkled his face and showed an indescribable expression, Honso still glanced at this visitor with calm and appraising eyes. A warrior who cannot argue between male and female.
"Blade Dancer." Vanus introduced both parties with a polite smirk, "This is Honso, the war blacksmith of the Iron Warriors and my current employer."
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"Ah, it's nice to meet you. You have a mysterious temperament, my dear. I heard that the war blacksmiths of the Iron Warriors are masters of siege. Maybe you can come to my place sometime and teach me these sieges. "Grendel looked like he wanted to spit acid at the warrior in the tight leather suit and corset.
"I am also honored, Nosa Ettasia." Honso scanned the details of the other person's body with an unabashed gaze, and Eitasia was under his scalpel-like gaze. The smile was very intoxicating.
But the war blacksmith's next words made the face of the blade dancer suddenly change color under the leather mask, "How is your hormone control recently? Does your left hand tremble very rarely? ”
“Let’s come in and talk, dear”
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When the bright and dirty "eyes" open in the whirlpool in the sky, the skull harvest feast begins.
After several days of fighting, the last three winners have harvested their respective trophies, and they will decide the only champion in today's arena.
"Then I will wish you an unforgettable and exciting showdown with an opponent worthy of wielding a weapon." Vannas said with a smile.
But the War Blacksmith, who was fighting here on behalf of himself, the Fourth Primarch, Medlengard and the Iron Warriors, shook his head instead, his scarred face showing a look of disapproval. The look of someone who was about to compete in a life-and-death battle was indifferent and even bored, which made the Raven Guard's heart shrink again: he had seen this look too many times.
This is... This is an expression that will gradually appear every time their "Chapter Leader" His Highness on the Destiny Steel seems to be lost in thought or too listless.
At that time, Adalic, who was quite crowded in his body, saw it, but he didn't feel anything about it. But looking back now, at that time, an invisible sense of terror and crisis always made his biological body unconsciously tremble. Sweat--until the Contemptor Fearless, who goes by the alias "Kaidomo", comes over with the border collie inside and starts barking at his own body, or simply showing off his overly long claw nails, intentionally or unintentionally. , soft and knotted ear hairs, and other things that are just waiting for some salty fish to get up and do it, then this creepy feeling will disappear like the water flowing through the beach at low tide.
"There will indeed be an unforgettable showdown, Adalic."
Honso said calmly, his voice was so calm that Vanus' limbs were cold .
“But there will be no exciting duels and honorable battles between heroic warriors.”
The War Blacksmith said, flexing his wrists and walking towards the final three winners to duke it out. arena.
"Times have changed, Vannas."
(End of Chapter)