Iron Blood

Original private workshop

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"How can it be disgraced! You are so beautiful and so handsome now! If you want me to say, don't say in Terra, you must be a very popular ...... in Fenris."

The dog interrupted him coldly, "—the hoops should have arrived, let them in." ”

Ramizane snapped his fingers as two tall steel structures streamed in through the center of the sliding door.

"There are no wolves on Fenris, only one dog." Peturabo finished succinctly, ending the topic.

He jumped onto the workbench and directed the Hoop to move to where he needed to.

Ever since encountering that impressive gang jump in the galaxy whose name cannot be named, the Iron Lord has only been willing to use this intelligent robot that has been improved by him and added many "little secret" technologies as his personal guards.

A large number of Rings directly controlled by the Demon Primordial himself not only replaced his Primordial Guard, but also replaced a large part of the ship's personnel.

The amount of data is so large that since the beginning of the system under the guidance of Peturabo, most of the system has been set to strengthen self-discipline mode, and the sequelae is retching for a long time.

"If my warriors have hearts like steel, then you are almost the opposite of you, Lamizane."

"Don't ask so much of a lying librarian with ataxia."

According to their private testing, Perturabo's current form is unable to directly control these loyal programmed machines, and only Ramizane, who uses Perturabo in the flesh, can preset, change permissions, or manipulate subtleties with the originally designed signal circuit, just as Perturabo himself had hoped when he created them.

——Although the original embodiment of the incident is regret, very regretful, there is really no backdoor, and it is impossible to transform and access your current signal, but this is naturally unacceptable.

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Taking the milk-free Reca coffee from the Hoop Soldier, Lamizan once again threw the full screen of nutritional analysis and health alert suggestions that had refreshed her mind into the recycling area.

He then took a large sip of the hot drink in satisfaction. - It's good to have a body that doesn't have to worry about health issues.

"Why did you call them in?"

Perturabo glanced at him, no matter how gloomy his expression actually was, it was always less obvious on the face of a furry border herd.

"Take one apart to make some proper transportation machines, and the other one to be my assistant - if you can do some serious work, I won't have to move around in that rudimentary backpack."

"Hmm...... I'll see, are you sure it's okay for them to tear themselves down? I'm very interested in these techniques and lines, uh, at least I can understand the principle, thank you LOGOS. ”

“…… It's a heinous waste, you use my body in vain, but you can't even do a simple talkative device. My iron is much stronger than yours. Tsk, I'm sick of this inefficient way of going through a transfer. ”

Lamizan helped the border herd and looked curiously inside the ring where it had been opened.

"Uhhh

"Can you stop making this fuss about duck calls. Hand the single-molecule scalpel and laser soldering iron to my assistant. ”

"Why do you still have wet parts in this iron ring?!"

"Or else? Come, move your legs, and soak them in the culture tank over there. ”

“…… Seriously, you're more disciplined than a loyal legion in this respect. ”

"Shut up."

After a clanging of dismantling and dismantling, Perturabo had a modified special unit that resembled a dreadnought.

Not only did the original hub retain some of its autonomic assist functions, but it was also converted into a crew compartment with a detachable helmet, just enough to accommodate the size of a border collie, which looked quite like that when the helmet was buckled.

Satisfied with Lamizane's amazed compliment, the dog shook itself from the head, shook off the metal dust from the fur, then wagged its tail, strutted into the driver's seat, and closed the passenger compartment to begin testing performance.

The results of the speed, reaction, firepower, and other tests were barely acceptable: in addition to its powerful fire control and weapons systems, the autonomous walking machine was equipped with a series of life-sustaining devices and hand-typed talkers, and now has two sets of replaceable shells, one that can be blended into the Iron Sanitation Team's intelligent robot shell, and another that can disguise the Shepherd Dog as an ancient fearless defiant in times of need.

As for why you have to add a dreadnought option instead of simply disguised as a mechman...... Even Perturabo must admit that an abomination intelligence acting independently has difficulty communicating with others when necessary, even Chaos.

While carving the name of the dreadnought's shell, Perturabo groaned and engraved Kaidomo.

"Whose name is this?" Lamizan asked curiously, recalling the Iron Warriors he knew, and there didn't seem to be anyone with that name.

“…… You don't need to know. Peturabo said with a blank face, as he quickly added the name and the fake resume to the big database, "Now that this Daring Do is marked as sleeping in the hangar, we can pretend to wake up the next time we need to." ”

"Congratulations, congratulations on your new Gangda with replacement skins...... No, the new Trooper Armor, Perturabo. In addition, I have transmitted the voyage data to the captain at your request. ”

Rami Zane, who was forcefully asked to get his hands down and watch the whole process of learning, carefully rubbed his eyelids with his fingertips.

"Aren't you really tired of managing so much before? Even though most of it has been changed to self-discipline monitoring mode, there is still too much information flowing in my head and visual interface every minute, which makes me feel sleepy all the time as if I want to doze off. He muttered as he drank the ninth cup of Reeka coffee.

"There's no way 'my' body can get tired so easily. This is due to the illusion of weakness caused by the lack of strength of your soul, and you need to remember: IRON WITHIN, IRON WITHOUT! ”

The brown almond eyes of the border pastor Peturabo once again shot a fiery look like a nova burst.

“…… It's really foul to be super bright in the dog, I mean, you don't know how charming and cute you are right now. ”

"Charming and cute have never been my optional words." The dog said very coldly, "Don't talk like Fogham." ”

He lowered his head to open the dashboard and began to click on the list.

"After spending so much time in the eye of fear, there are not many people who can be trusted, even if they are more credible, and there is no need to bring anyone who is not necessary. Soltarn they don't have a big problem, Honso ...... He did have the wisdom to survive, and he didn't get the living and messy stuff on the ship this time. Next, we'll jump out of the Eye of Fear and find a place to resupply. There are many places where the Iron Blood needs to be replenished, warriors, water, and all kinds of materials......"

The Fourth Primordial (body) leaned back on the couch and shook the coffee cup, making a gesture of regret when he heard this.

"But any Imperial world that sees the Iron Blood will just send us a round of orbital defensive shooting, and then start shaking people desperately—oh, in the local language, calling any navy, order, or warband in the vicinity. Could it be that we are looking for a black mechanical sect to cast the world? Shipyard repairs in that place would only make the Iron Blood look like a more eye-catching target for the Imperial Navy. ”

"Of course you can't do that kind of place. The Iron Blood had to be disguised by unconventional means, and I didn't want to get out of my hands with the shoddy mechanics who always liked to add ghostly changes. By the way, when that Imperial navigator is in place, I don't see him on the key position monitoring list. The dog sat in his new cockpit and tapped his paws, and his tail flapped twice from time to time.

Although he didn't admit it, there was no doubt that there was something that kept Peturabo in a good mood by being able to manipulate and monitor everyone on the ship without having to look up at people.

"Uh-huh...... I haven't seen him yet, but Honso says he has a way of getting people to behave. ”

"Although he is very disrespectful to his genetic father, Hun Suo is indeed a warrior with a way." The shepherd smacked the inputter as if it were someone's chest.

"By the way," Ramizane sat up suddenly, "your demonic body can ...... reality galaxy."

"The four-legged body I temporarily inhabit can be used as an anchor and ......," Perturabo replied without looking up.

So the original body slowly fell into the arms of the sofa again, and the second half of Bian Mu's words turned into inaudible muttering.

"Let's go here first." He clicked a few buttons with the tip of his claw to pick out a route map to a trading port in a fringe sector.

"I'll see, the distance is appropriate...... But are you sure that a Glorious Queen-class battleship can swagger in such a place? ”

A strange expression suddenly appeared on the face of the border pastor Peturabo, and Lamizan was sure that this expression was a smug smile, for his ears were erected with excitement and his tail was wagging at the wagging of his tail.

"Glory Queen-class battleships can't do it, but, Yue-class converted barges can."