Destiny Steel

The space above the 10th Company station

The original bridge room of the Iron Blood

After Peturab's departure, by reopening and cleaning the corridors and elevators, Lamizane also immediately took his heirs (who seemed to be much relieved and very uneasy) to reach the original built-in bridge of the flagship by another route before the strange feeling of pulling of the soul could not be tolerated.

This sense of distance is really not easy to grasp, but fortunately, with this in mind, the position of the 10th Company's station was adjusted to the lower level of the internal bridge room, otherwise I really don't know how to explain that "we must put the new recruit station in the bow of the ship's weapon array".

Of course, Peturabo's exact words were: "Why explain to them that this is my flagship and I can put it wherever I want." ”

I really envy the black and white dog to speak without being responsible.

Surrounded by busy tech-savvy officers and minions reawakening the online contemplatives, debugging and lighting up pipes and cables, he sits in a chair made for massive power armor, tackling the day's work at his desk, and really, no matter where you are, you can't escape the sheer volume of paperwork if you want to do something normally.

At this point alone, Lami Zane thought that he really didn't envy the Loyal Primordial.

The Destiny Steel (Iron Blood) is now on a subspace voyage.

Leaving aside the suspicious space technology of Peturabo, the more curious thing is the Imperial navigator who was captured by Honso and brought the Iron Blood.

This navigator is clearly still loyal to the Empire, but he has actually been diligently using the Torch to navigate the Iron Blood, which is ten or even nine out of a half unreasonable.

Considering that Hunsso had made it clear in his previous combat reports that he had done so many things that were very much in keeping with the style of the Empire's great enemies before getting this precious prisoner to Medlengard - well, Ramizane never stopped asking Captain Vought to correct the course or jump out at any time according to the situation.

Also, given that the little secrets of this ship are comparable to those of the First Legion, and that the ship is prone to demonic targeting, oh, it's just everywhere. So before jumping into subspace, Perturabo had pulled out his (self-proclaimed) super-improved version of the Multi-Geller Force Field Generator and placed it on the ship, and moved the "little secrets" that needed special protection into a separate pocket space.

So far, everything is calm, methodical, and fantastic.

Ramizane took a sip of her milky Reka coffee and thought he should practice multithreading, so he cut the scene elsewhere while approving the new Demon Sewer Crusher trial application.

"Hope it's okay." With the announcement of the strong appearance of the Elder of Petulabo, the Elder of the Cadomo, and seeing the Border Pastor Daring Daring on the podium, criticizing the cubs from the length of their hair to the angle at which the muzzle of the blaster gun was pointed at the ground was so stupid and unsightly, Lamizan silently cut away the sensor surveillance screen while picking the toe of the fourth primordial.

Well, he didn't mean to peek, but he had to take a look at the self-discipline monitoring tour mode of LOGOS when it was pushed to his eyes, didn't he? Otherwise, he was afraid that within thirty seconds of meeting with them, the warband would lose nineteen percent of its recruits.

At present, it does not seem that such a training accident will occur.

Of course, this group of recruits may need a little more time to get used to - maybe when Perturabo didn't train them, let the other veterans of the second company take them to play more simulated battlefields or online-

His fingers swiped rapidly across the datapad.

At this point, Captain Vought, who remained on the forward bridge, asked to speak to him.

After Lami Zane connected, a message came from the other party.

"My lord, we have heard strange bundles of information in the turbulence nearby. It indicates that there is a corpse in the opposite direction - the Imperial ship is firing a chaotic distress signal at all passing targets. ”

What's wrong with that? What should I do...... Wrong. What it's like.

Suddenly, Lami Zane, who felt that many eyes were secretly observing him, felt the data cables on his scalp explode.

He hurriedly called out in his heart.

"Pepe? Pepe?! Peturabo?! Baby?! Hi hi?! Peturabo, are you listening?! ”

"......" did not respond to Perturabo's telepathic communication call.

Lami Zane was very suspicious that the Demon Primordial's attention had been completely absorbed by something else at the moment.

The data shows that he is conducting a one-to-many battle deduction simulation with the Tenth Company - (Gutera foul mouth!) I remembered! One of the focus instincts of the border herds! It is true that border herders sometimes turn a deaf ear when they are overly focused and excited about certain goals!

How do you feel that his loss of reason has been a bit serious recently...... The Iron Lord wouldn't really be like this, would he be an ordinary border herd...... It's horrible! But it's okay, I'll take care of him, but will anything else change......

Thinking so crankily, he desperately continued to call out to Perturabo as he struggled to start rummaging through his mind for what little subspace knowledge he had, LOGOS? LOGOS？ Can there be a concept of nearby navigation in subspace?

The Iron Lord frowned.

There was still silence inside the bridge, the faces of the Sons of Steel hidden behind the breathing grid.

Their eyepieces shimmered in the dimness, reflecting the light of the instrument.

“…… Deploy more analytics and internal monitoring resources to open a higher level of protection force field and iron curtain. The entire ship is not allowed to leave the room except for the necessary personnel, and the broadcast is made to the whole ship, and after thirty-eight seconds, the Iron Sanitation Team, all in position, will fire indiscriminately at any target that does not have a permit code. Filtering the signals of suspicious targets and linking them to my link, Walter. ”

"As you wish, my lord."

The next moment-

The miserable white skulls tumbling in the boundless corpses opened their mouths and screamed in the rolling all the time—

The steaming hot stinky bloody ground, every inch of which was soaked in blood and mud made of flesh and bones—

Thousands of men and women were devoured, chewed, and turned into a pile of dark red filthy fuel with a crackling evil—

Wailing human sleepers that traverse every time of the past and the future, sickening, twisted, tangled and rolled into a deformed limb track—

"We have to jump out of ...... right away"

"What's that...... Ahh ”

"Anyone! Anyone! This is the language of the stars...... Zizi ...... Multiply...... ...... of Cowes We ......"

"He's coming! He's coming! Skull...... Giggle......"

"Help me! Help me! For the sake of the emperor who loves us! Ah——!h ”

"The Emperor is above! For the sake of Marku...... Rag......"

The cry of despair, the cry of despair, as the tide of the subspace receded, gradually turned into chaos, and tried to tempt people, stirring the mind and the gray matter of the lips, teeth, tentacles, tentacles, swirls—

A voice that seemed to rust metal on the inside of the skull with its claws sharply scratched across the surface rumbled in the most painful and frantic tones.

"We'll - will—follow the blood trail, to our destination!"

With this brutal and evil statement, the existence of some kind of supernatural engine—or some kind of transport that Lami Zayn recognized as a 2K Terra that was about to be obsolete, the body of the Fourth Primordial saw—

What kind of terrifying human face, Thomas the Train, is making a "binge-eating" sound on the floating flesh track of subspace, swallowing the broken human corpses, and the coal is rushing towards here?

Outrageous.