"Loyal to you, of course! I'm certainly not saying that loyalty! ”

After a lot of scrambling — the verbal instructor of the original Frontier described it as "a countable Ogelin is better than you" — Lamizane finally found a way to send the plaintext communication to the bridge.

After making sure that all the protective shielding measures in the original private workshop were working properly, a man and a dog (the dog in question fiercely protested against this pronoun) sat down by the fire of the forge, which had not yet been extinguished, and began to list all the information they knew so far, trying to find some plausible explanation or useful parts.

First, they have no clue why such a sensational substitution took place, and they have no memory of the process.

The last image in Lamizane's memory is that he stayed up all night fighting the chess pieces he had just acquired, and then fell asleep.

Peturabo had a gloomy face, obviously reluctant to talk too much, saying only that he had opened his eyes after a sudden sleepiness and found himself in the present situation with his own body.

"Pepe, why are you so skilled as a dog?"

"Shut up." The dog skillfully knocks down a string of codes with its paws.

Secondly, their minds and bodies have not undergone any changes such as super strengthening, nor have they gained any abilities such as answering questions with them.

Lamizan is now blinded by the data stream that has been refreshing in front of her eyes, and even mentally and physically uncomfortable if she looks at it a few more times.

"Pepe, I think I might be a little dizzy."

"Weakness. Just a few more times. ”

In other words, this uninvited guest with four bodies of ataxia can still move against Perturabo's body, relying on the powerful self-discipline program and custom servo of the original demon prototype to carefully rub for himself for dozens of centuries of Seiko Demon Modification Terminator Armor, the Origin Armor (LOGOS).

"You may not even be able to beat a new recruit when you fight people now." Perturabo commented, his face covered in black and white fuzz with an indescribable expression.

"You think so highly of me, I don't think even a Seleucid cuirassier can beat me." Lamizan replied sincerely.

As for Peturabo, he has no other abilities other than being able to communicate with Lamizane, his physical form cannot be changed, he cannot use any psychic energy, and Lamizan is horrified to find that if the distance between the two of them exceeds a certain span, then the tearing and pulling of the souls and bodies of the two sides will become extremely obvious.

He was skeptical that something very bad would happen if the distance was too great.

LOGOS also thoughtfully calculated all kinds of tragic deaths and pushed them to him.

“…… Pepe, can't you block part of the logical rendering calculation function of your armor? ”

"You can give me the computing power you don't need."

Regardless of the means of observation and detection, Perturabor, the Fourth Primordial, the tyrannical ruler of Medrengard, the Lord of the Iron Warriors, the Iron King, and the Chaos Demon Lord - the physical body is now just a beautiful, fluffy, ordinary long-haired black and white border collie that barks.

The sound coming from his physical vocal cords is always a canine syllable that humans cannot understand, to which the demonic proto-Bian Mu in question utters "Burn the galaxy!" in a telepathic communication. Burn the Milky Way! And if he wanted to use the various functions and data links on his body and the armor of the source reason, he could only use them indirectly by teaching Ramizane how to activate the pathway.

Because "Sorry, the validation interface you are using does not support this type of organism, please switch to the correct genetic testing mode." ”

Next, it's hard to say whether it's good or bad.

2K Ancient Internet Rumors of Hammer 40,000, 40K Hell Jokes, Fragmented Speculative Bootleggings, and at least eight different fragments of the Apocrypha filled Lamizan's mind.

The official content from Nottingham may not even be 100 per 100.

Perturabo had retrieved the mind of his body, and had come to a conclusion that made him feel very bad: although he still largely retained a small part of the common sense of his original body, it was clear that in this completely unbelievable exchange of crossings, the limited capacity of the dog's wet brain had caused him to lose far more knowledge and memories than he could remember.

Ramizan's comment on this was, "Don't worry, look at Dorae...... Oh no, didn't Beliseliu Kaul forget all the way? I think you're a lot easier to communicate with, and everyone talks well to cute dogs. ”

"Shut up."

Finally, it was unusual for the two of them to be able to sit and talk after the exchange, given that at first Lamizan had acted like setting off an oversized golden firework flare in the Eye of Fear.

There was much speculation about why no one had noticed the day's commotion, but at least for now, there seemed to be no problem, and it was probably partly due to the original Perturabo's distrust of living creatures.

"I have a feeling," Perturabo thought, sitting on his workbench as he unconsciously placed his paw on Lamizane's outstretched hand, "there must be my blood relatives involved in this matter, but I don't know how." ”

Thanks to their presence in the core area of the Iron Lord's flagship at the time of the incident, the automation of the core area of the Iron Blood and the level of security in the subspace are as tight as a remedy.

The shielding of the Peturabo studio is particularly strict, and the original body guard is composed of the Iron Ring Intelligent Robot.

As long as they are still within a certain distance, the program of the machine soldiers seems to judge that there is no problem with the Iron Lord.

To a large extent, all this avoids the famous scenes of one person and one dog encountering "just came and ate a chaotic egg before understanding the situation", or "just opened his eyes, the original body was ambushed by the original body guards who felt that something was wrong".

"Thankfully, I thought there was already a lump of blue mollusks watching the live stream and clapping their thighs and laughing. Now that's a little better than my worst guess. ”

Ramizane lifted the huge iron glove of the original power armor and compared it to a precise "silk", pretending not to see the image of the border pastor Peturabo angrily biting a piece of scrap metal and shaking his head and giving up this act of venting his anger because of a toothache.

"But I still have to say, why do other people come here to wear an original body or something like that, it's a father and a son, filial piety, and worship the golden finger to open and kill the Quartet, and I am ......"

Lamizan closed her mouth under Perturabo's gloomy gaze.

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Lamizan crossed her hands with some embarrassment and watched as Peturabo went about his work in the studio.

"Leather ...... Pendant...... Uh, I mean Peturabo, can you figure out what time we're after the Great Rebellion? ”

Perturabo, a border collie, hurriedly jumped onto another workbench and tapped the input device with the tip of his paw, "No. In the eyes of fear, the timeline is meaningless, you forget. ”

"......," Lamizane silently swallowed the original question. So what do we do now? Or rather, you can't just hide here all the time, right? ”

Bian Mu tilted his head, his bright dark brown almond eyes intently scanning the lines of information that flashed across the screen.

"Of course, we can first look at the recent activities of the various fortresses through the recent situation reports of each fortress, and we can probably infer a situation from this. The report ...... Tsk, I can't see clearly! ”

Curiously and somewhat awkwardly, Ramizane "extended" out through a neural link to open the report.

"It's pretty clear...... Hydra Heart Logbook II, and there are a lot of appendices and statistics that can be linked to later. - Wait, I don't know exactly what will happen, but I vaguely remember that if it was this time, Robert Kiliman would not have been awakened, the Great Rift had not been opened, and we were in Medlengaard...... The Hydra Heart operation is over...... So the key name is...... Hung Suo? ”

Ramizane racked his brains to recall, and the sensitive LOGOS data center immediately projected the relevant information onto his retina, and was thrown into the pending block because the person was not good at handling it.

"Hungso." The Border Collie glanced at him hatefully, and wrinkled his nose and tapped the input device impatiently with the tip of his paws, adding documents related to Hungso to the search.

"Dogs are weak in color, and the text of this report and the background color of its focus bar are inappropriate green and yellow. Hung Suo ...... I've always heard his name mentioned, though I haven't met this half-blood. ”

“…… I really didn't expect you to inherit all the functions of the dog's body, why can you get used to it so much? ”

"Huh." Perturabo spewed a big gulp of heat at Lamizanne with a dog's face, "Do you feel like you're used to stealing this transcendent body of mine?" ”

"To be honest, it's really hard to get used to. I had to throw things into the to-do partition and the recycle bin a lot. ”

Lamizan raised her hand and scratched the numerous biological cables on her head, the iron armor on her fingertips still unfamiliar to the touch of skin contact.

"For example, these cables keep pulling at my forehead and scalp, and it's very easy for me to pull when I want to make an expression, and hey! And it's really weird to be hairless. ”

The Demon Primordial sat up on the dog's hind legs, looked at him coldly, and crossed his two front paws. "Be content, you wretched mortal! I didn't even complain that I was covered in hair all over my body now. ”

After painstakingly combing through the information about the two Terra hours, Rami Zane decided to ignore the remaining pending matters and deal with something else first.

"Although you are so omniscient and don't love to go out, you may not need a navigator so much that we can now only find some semi-mechanized brains, organs, and nerves soaked in the amniotic fluid."

Lamizan pointed to the list of ship's personnel, and Peturabo tightened his ears and turned his gaze to another screen.

"But now we need a navigator who can eat and walk and is familiar with the latest information on the Empire's routes."

He opened the recent situation report.

"There's just one of Hongsuo's warbands."