Destiny Steel

Interrogation Hall

Psionic Cell

"This precious object is very special, and it is difficult to make it at the right time."

The Thousand Sons Supreme Sorcerer said as he moved his hand, and as a sign of sincerity, he took off his helmet and hung it around his waist, his dark blue eyes now flashing with endless curiosity and desire, and ignored the "silver skulls" around him—the Iron Warriors Astartes.

"But I think I can fix her."

Although he was wearing power armor, his movements were delicate and agile with the aid of psionic energy, and he also had the grace of an ancient spellcaster, and a complex series of gestures and spells accompanied him to compress the broken puppet and store it into a bottle-like container engraved with charms and hang it back to his waist.

"From the bottom of my heart, thank you so much for giving me a chance to recover her, Your Excellency, Warband Leader—or, rather, Lord of Medlungaard, Venerable Iron King."

As he said this, the air became tense, and the Iron Warriors' weapon systems kept their readings active.

"Perturabo" was expressionless, and even the thoughts of the Thousand Sons Wizard snooping on him with the help of the aether breeze were isolated from the black moonstone-like eyes and the anti-psionic stance of the cell's multi-layered activism.

"Stop trying to play your psionic tricks, wizard." He said coldly, "I believe, if not ...... by me Shrewd and capable heirs and iron rings with psionic insect traps blocked in the cargo hold, you won't be so proactive to come out. ”

The other smiled back with a weak, apologetic smile.

There was a small commotion in the Iron Warrior pile.

This wizard is full of lies. Lamizan thought that he could naturally conclude that this guy was not weak at all, although the spiritual energy reserve of Qianzi was a bit insufficient to fight against the special anti-psionic energy position that was opened before, but the power armor and weapons were in good condition, and those witchcraft gadgets had not yet been opened, but he pretended to be very similar.

So why the hell did he choose to surrender so easily, and while we've shared his modus operandi with all trackers, we're not even under Blackstone pressure.

This is a question he and Peturabo share.

"I am Amenut, the supreme sorcerer of the Esoteric Cult of Knowledge, and it is the honor to meet you, Venerable Iron King, who has attracted me to this lost traveler in the desert with the abundant spring of mystical knowledge here."

The Thousand Sons Supreme Wizard, who calls himself Emenut, is a Terara, who is typical of all skin colors.

Wrapped in the cyan and golden power armor of the Thousand Sons Legion, his milky white skin made his face look like a carved alabaster cast, with a pair of jet-blue eyes embedded in it.

His hairstyle stood out from the crowd of bald or short-haired Astartes, and his black hair with a magpie feather shine hung down to the power armor neck guard - a physical appearance that matched the shape of his possessed doll.

Perturabo let out a breath from the depths of his nose and commented sharply in the psychic communication, "This guy seems to be a hedonist who likes to experience transgender life and enjoys it, although he says he comes from the Esoteric Sect, hmph, he's probably a little bit of the silver palace of Fogham's unpleasant master." ”

"Then you may be a little biased, I don't like the youngest goddess as much as you do, but to be fair, this wizard's psionic energy map doesn't have that bad purple fox fire smell."

The dog snorted and swept his tail in his cockpit, and Lamizan heard him lick his own nose. "Good. But I'll keep an eye on him, as long as I notice an anomaly. ”

Ramizane pondered for about 0.01 microseconds whether it was an unwise decision to agree to find some untouchable bullets for Peturabo's mech.

He turned his gaze back to the wizard in front of him, "For your father's sake, you have a chance to tell you what you mean, Scarlet Giant." You must understand that what you are going to say next determines whether or not I keep your body and soul. ”

Chiko bowed scholarly, "Of course, my lord, please listen to me. ”

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Tess Dassad, an Olympian veteran, was sitting in the newly renovated canteen, keeping his power hammer at hand, sipping milked Reka coffee (a drink that has been popular among the ship's Iron Warriors since the bridge incident) and looked with great distrust at the Smiling Wizard of the Thousand Sons - yes, now that the latter was talking (in Dassadera's opinion) for permission from the Iron Lord to walk with them, and having learned of the latest dress change requirements— It is also very cooperative and even happy to change their power armor and livery.

The guy claims that he "just happens" to have his own Ultramarine's Think Tank Power Armor, and that all he needs is a little more black and silver paint and a new emblem to instantly transform into a position in the ship's in-demand Think Tank - or rather, a position known as "The Prophet" in the Silver Skull Warband.

The rig was so highly simulated that Dassada had no doubt that he would encounter many interesting "little accidents" in the intricate passages and elevators of the Iron Blood for a long time to come.

SLOWLY AND GRACEFULLY TOOK OUT TWO CARAMEL KEBABS, FIVE MIXED FRUIT PIES WITH LETHAL SYRUP, AND FINALLY TWO GLASSES OF GOLDEN TOKAY WITH HONEY UNDER HIS BURNING GAZE, BEFORE WIPING HIS MOUTH WITH A NAPKIN AND TURNING HIS FACE TO DASSADLA.

"Gotta say your- oh, that's wrong, the canteen in this warband is really good, and the craftsmanship is completely comparable to the best Letherin cooks, but it's a pity we can't see who serves us such a delicious meal in the kitchen."

Not again. A long-lost and imperceptible look of boredom appeared on Dardesara's ancient and noble countenance, which he had often done when he was in Olympia 10,000 years ago, and who among the Iron Warriors did not know that there was not even a living person in the entire kitchen of the Iron Blood's central cafeteria...... This probe probes the wizard who probes his brain and tries to inquire about every corner of the Iron Blood in every sentence.

But whoever made the Iron Lord's exact words was "During the probationary period, you are to watch over this wizard for me, Dasada." ”

Despite his anguish and concern about his father's recent misdeeds, the War Blacksmith still regards the Father of Genes' instructions as a noble command, and carries it out with steely determination.

The dependents of the Demon Bird God, whose words are always trustworthy and untrustworthy, are not good allies to those who believe in the solidity of steel, he thought to himself, and only his father dared to take a cunning and evil powerful wizard under his command through a few words of conversation.

Thinking so, he puffed up his chest again, "After you get the permission of my master, the war leader, the permission that should be opened will naturally be open to you." ”

"Alright, alright," the other said, spreading his hands, "then it's always okay to tell me what I have to do, or I'll go back to my room and meditate." Most of the cabin area wasn't open to me yet, and it was boring to get new insights. ”

"Really? You really don't take a little more rest? ”

"Rest is just to better explore the unknown and gain knowledge," the Thousand Sons Wizard shook his head melancholy in the Psionic Headband of the Think Tank, "The supervision of the Supreme Celestial Power on this ship is also a little too tight, and I even had to release my own Screaming Flying Shark, hoping that little guy will leave alive." ”

"Hmph...... It can't be overstated. In addition, the Screaming Shark fragments should have been used as fuel for the power furnace. However, you must want to know now. ”

Dasadra cleared his throat and pulled out a gold-plated and silver-plated reliquary, covered with a new mark of innocence that smelled of ink, and looked very ancient, with a data tablet on it, "First, you have to learn to do this. ”

"What is this?" Supreme Wizard - New Think Tank Emenute curiously took the data board, and then almost threw it out of his hand while seeing the content, "What——?! The voice of the Thousand Sons Wizard suddenly sharpened, "You guys are crazy?!" Why did you let me learn to use the Emperor Tarot?! ”

War Blacksmith does a good job of managing his emotions, and if he actually wants to laugh, he doesn't show it.

"According to the orders of my lord, the warband's leader, the warband's think tank should be tasked with guiding the warband's direction with prophecy, so it must be a soothsayer who is proficient in Emperor Tarot and rune divination," he shoved the data tablet back into the other's hand, and the Supreme Wizard's expression looked like his Silver Tower Library was being blasted by a group of Explosion Boys without direction.

"Don't worry," Tess da Sadra's tone grew more and more amiable, and if there were any of his dead souls here, he would not dare to recognize him.

"My lord...... What the warband leader means is that we don't need a real pseudo-Tarot, you just need to use the fake set of cards he made to pretend to be divining in front of the recruits. In addition, he said that when the time is right, we will have one, ahem, dressed like a priest (he finally couldn't help but smile) brother to form a soothsayer with you. Until then, you'll have to take care of it. I hope to see you in the Hall of Omens in a moment, Emenuth the 'Prophet'. ”

After the Iron Warrior veteran walked out of the dining room in a happy mood, the Cyclops Son weakly raised his hand to touch the newly clasped psionic control collar around his neck.

His psionic tentacles clearly told him that the object from the original body had been precisely "spun" with a portion of his aetheric nature.

"The Scarlet King is above...... "I ...... I...... The only one who didn't want me back then was the crow! I'm really on a thief ship this time. ”