Roaring, resentment, struggle.

Memories carry tears, trust delivery deception.

The only way to bind the shell is revenge.

This is an indescribable shadow.

Lotus flowers are in full bloom.

Where no one knows.

The powerful being that was tearing at the fallen flames suddenly stopped.

A pitch-black feather, a trace of the essence that does not exist in this world, is stripped away and taken away.

Like the sinking of the abyss, the night without stars, if you ignore it, what is the name.

The shadow opened countless eyes, and the colorful iris swirled on the eyeball.

Darkness begins to hunt.

Who is it? Who is it? Who's stealing again? And who is going to deceive?

The hunting claws are tightened.

The lotus flower falls.

The tips of the claws left only a trace of ancient afterglow, scattered into ashes.

In the forty-first millennium of distant darkness, there is only ......

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Lamizan reluctantly opened his eyes.

Some kind of built-in timekeeping mechanism "told" him that his eyes had recorded the place 1.52 standard Terra seconds ago.

Strings with strange fonts and syntax on the retina are still flashing wildly in layers.

But he "understands".

It's amazing and it's ...... He didn't know if he should be afraid, because an inexplicable instinct told him that fear should not be his emotion.

The strange and familiar furnace smoke rushed into his nostrils, and the tip of his tongue was full of iron.

He could even taste the trace composition of each of the elements...... Wait, what animal does this smell like?

No, no, there shouldn't be his smell here......

Lamizan closed her eyes with one last bit of luck.

The screen unfolds, each program, each code, one look, one gesture......

You can see everything, but you can't see through everything.

The buzz of warning messages, the points of light that wrap around the dark planet like dew-covered cobwebs, the subtle but multitude of changes and messages like swarms of camp bees around the giant ship......

Countless streams of data continued to pour in towards him, and the giant ship and her captain "breathed" silently.

He can hear *every message* in the range of communication.

Pondering, the outsider cautiously tried to immerse himself in the vast data complex for a second.

A second shouldn't be ......?

In an instant, he realized that "himself" was floating in a vacuum, but the vacuum was both pure black and colorful, and the starlight traveled through time and space in a distorted way, and beneath his feet, a huge dark planet pulsed slowly like the heart of a living thing.

Lamizan opened her eyes suddenly.

He gasped violently, gulping in for air, even though he naturally knew that his body didn't need to breathe like that.

The moment he saw that planet, more communications, information, and data flooded into his vision and mind, too much, and his spirit told him that he was going to feel broken and suffocated at the moment, even though the other part of him told him that his body was functioning properly.

Like a drowning man, Lamizan desperately floated "up" in the endless sea of data, he inexplicably knew that he could not stay, and there were countless shadows waiting under the abyss of the starry sky like Gain's eyes.

This time, the vast data stream seems to have finally realized his urgency, and after automatically cutting off most of the data stream, he "considerately" moved a blank area in his vision, and the picture presented in front of him is still the huge, empty, classical era style studio.

It is a domed hall with only entrance and no windows, and its walls and floors are forged from pure gold and other materials engraved with letters.

The still-standing niches on the walls are intricately carved fragments of gold and silver, statues of white marble, most of which are in the state of the fact that someone had carefully excavated the pieces from the ruins and then carefully glued them together little by little, to restore the old appearance as much as possible.

One wall is adorned with an intricate mosaic fresco, depicting a crowd of people with golden discs behind their heads; Faded paintings hang in the static position, showing a mother and child, a woman holding an unknown animal, and a man accompanied by a lion.

Drawings of architectural plans, measuring tools such as protractors and T-rulers, and layers of scrolls were piled up on one side of the heavy workbench in a seemingly chaotic but orderly manner, and the tools of sculptors, engineers, and naturalists, as well as the articles of generals, soldiers, and statesmen, were listed at the same time.

If there's anything more to see on these stunning workbenches, it's hundreds of ornaments and models made from a variety of ordinary and precious materials.

These include miniature jeweled eggs with several layers of scenes when opened, ancient plucked stringed instruments made from extinct shellfish and wood, action figures with human, mechanical and alien appearances, and automaton models so detailed that you can see them in detail with a magnifier.

Today, however, these beautiful objects show a sense of being left out for a long time, and the latest works on the workbench are all products in the service of war.

The blackened anvil still had unfinished blades, and the unextinguished fires shone brightly golden-red.

And he, sitting in his chair in the center of the workshop, leaned against his hand a long-handled war hammer that looked very heavy, as long as a mortal, with lightning-like veins all over the hammer, and the gold and amber decorated on it glittered, making the murder weapon all the more ruthless in the opulent aesthetic taste of the maker.

The pressure on his torso and limbs suggested that they were all wrapped in layers of heavy, specially made Terminator Power Armor, and he was not wearing a helmet, but every microsecond on his retina flashed through a flood of data at a speed that would make mortals faint when they saw it.

Ramizane blinked, trying to ignore any hints in the messages about "Puppet Emperor, Plan, Warlord, Abaddon, Expedition, Iron Warrior", etc., which he didn't want to see at all.

No, why is it still here? It's time for me to wake up!

He pursed his lips and tightened his face, screaming inwardly and clenching his fists secretly, hoping that this damn nightmare, which had been going on long enough, would end immediately.

The heart is beating too fast.

What's even more terrifying is the feeling that more than one heart is beating.

Those who do not belong to this world sit there.

He gritted his teeth.

Let the dream wake up.

The order was met with an even greater stream of data, a review of doubtful inquiries, and a warning beep bombarding his brain—his brain was unharmed, but his spirit/mind/soul/or something like that was like a boat bobbing in a flood.

"He" was dizzy and heavy inside the power armor, a huge and suffocating power coffin.

The living ones seemed to be about to perceive something, and they looked and whispered, and their eyes were only dark.

The newcomer was in a daze, and instinct was making him float from the embrace of the night.

At this moment—

A white furry paw moved away from the input device next to the seat and patted Ramizan's leg in anger.

The rich smell of animal fur, rough warm pads of flesh, and hard nails bring a multi-layered all-encompassing sensory experience to the sensitive armor sensor and the dutiful alarm system, and after a thrill, the person in the armor is successfully pulled back to a reality that he does not want to face.

"Ahhh PEPEA! Why are you still in this place of the?! ”

“……”

Lamizan hugged his furry pet border collie at a speed that was disproportionately large for his size.

"I just got some sleep...... Why did it become like this when you woke up? Why?! Obviously, I have already joined the library, and I can fish comfortably until I retire! Why are you here?! ”

He tried to grab his hair in pain, but the dense cables that reached his fingertips only tingled and sparked his scalp.

Then the newcomer screamed again, this time because the biodata cable that had been ripped out of his nostrils and inserted into his brain had been torn out, and he jumped to his feet and tossed it aside.

The bleeding stopped in an instant, and he realized that the internal wound was beginning to heal at a very unnatural rate.

Alarms echo throughout the space.

The colossal giant hugged the sheepdog and cried with a sad face, frantically trying to call the Golden Throne Traveler Miracle Line to the Void with various titles ranging from the Emperor to the Big E Brother to the Yellow Old Man to the Yellow King, but the results were only shrill sirens and increasingly panicked communications.

Bian Mu, who was completely shocked by his crazy operation, came back to his senses, raised his paw and slapped his face viciously like a fart.

A majestic bass voice sounded clearly in Lamizan's mind.

"Luckily, I activated the backup guard in time...... Can you figure out some key questions before you go crazy, such as, whose body are you using now? ”

"Who's talking?! Pendant...... Pendant?! ”

When he finally saw his own dignity projected from the mechanical eye of the Iron Guard, wrapped in a huge iron coffin-like armor with traces of 10,000 years of conquest and yellow and black stripes, plugged in the Fourth Primordial with a head full of pitch-black cables and a skin as pale as a dead corpse, Lamizan succeeded in using the tyrant's vocal cords to make a choked duck call.

"Uh-uh...... Uh-uh......"

"What's your reaction?"

"(Gutera snorts and yells) I find myself inexplicably falling into this dung pit, the universe doesn't scream like a fart for the first time, it's funny (Gutera's foul mouth) to see me dressed as a Ascending Demon Queen, Pe Tu La Bo, and Peturabo turned into a dog to talk to me, I feel like I can't breathe, ahh!!h

“…… What's wrong with turning into me. Bian Mu took a deep breath, as if he was resisting the urge to bite the throat of the person in front of him. It's not my wish to ascend to demons...... Don't make a duck call in my voice! Shut up, you idiot! ”

“…… Even if it's a dream of falling into this universe, it's still too much, how can you name your pet dog Peturabo, and then find out that he really started to dictate to you in Peturabo's tone? ”

Lamizane, or Peturabo's shell, muttered as she tried to stroke the dog's head through the power armor glove.

The Border Collie looked like he wanted to tear Lamizane's soul out of his shell so that he could replace it.

"Listen, I'm your dog...... No, I'm not your dog! I'm Peturabo! …… I'm fed up! Ramizane Kalosini! You'd better accept me at once, Lord of Iron Warriors, Lord of Iron, Perturabo, in this ...... In the body of an animal, and the fact that you, a weak, stupid mortal, have the privilege of stealing in my transcendent body! Now, be quiet for me! ”

The shepherd's low inner growl and the vocalized duet of barking echoed beneath the lofty dome.

Ramizane gasped and forced himself to compose, his face furrowed in horror as he tugged at the numerous creature cables on his scalp and forehead.

Seeing that the pure black eyes that had not yet wiped away their tears had now lost the gloom, hatred, and majesty that had filled them like burning stars, and were overflowing with clear stupidity and laughable trust, Bian Mu couldn't bear to look away and let out a low curse.

Moments later, inside the studio.

"Okay, okay...... So that's the case, then I'm Peturabo now? ”

“…… Yes and no, you are only temporarily in my body, and 'I' am 'Peturabo'! ”

"But you're a dog now, leather."

"Shut up!"

"Alright, alright, what about my dog 'Peturabo'?"

"......," Bian Mu reluctantly flicked his tail, "sleeping in my body." ”

"That's great......," Lamizan let out a long sigh of relief, "where are we now?" ”

"On my flagship, the Iron Will." The dog said angrily.

"Hiss......"

"Anyway, look at this terrible situation, and send a clear text message to Vought, saying that everything is safe, so that the Iron Blood can continue to be in orbit and no one is allowed to disturb you."

"How...... How to send it? By the way, I have a question......"

"What's wrong again!" Peturabo, who watched his body squirm and pinch, wrinkled his nose and bared his canine teeth, and roared violently.

"Bao, is he loyal to you, Queen of Glory?"

“……”