The apothecary's white armor reflects the color of demonic flames.

Only a corner of the room was illuminated, and their shadows were eerily elongated, and if you stared, you might even feel that something was moving in the dark shadows.

"So."

The master of the Kalangor fortress spoke in a tone that could be called peaceful.

"What's in it for me?"

The demon also seemed stunned.

"What?"

"Good, good for me, can keep me alive, live better, ancient, this is the only truth in the chaos."

"Benefits?!" It roared, "Benefits?!" You're a Chaos Astarte! You are a half-breed made by the most despicable genius and fate! Your destiny has been ours since birth! Your existence is one of the greatest desecrations against the Creation of the Corpse Emperor! You are the Huonso of Calangour! The countless destinies, endless blood, and billions of skulls I saw in my travels tell me! That's what you should be! Well deserved! Do's! Obey us! War for the Lord of the Skull! Never die! Endless war! You'll have it all! Power! Strength! Resource! Become the leader of your brothers! Champion of the bloody competition! The burner of five hundred worlds! Cows' nightmare! ”

"Oh." The Chaos Champion, who had been pinned on high hopes and promised dark glory, had an interested expression. "Honestly, a passionate speech. Your proposal is indeed very attractive. ”

"But first." The war blacksmith turned his power axe and put away his weapon. "I guess I should point it out."

"What?!" The demon shook his head, believing it to be a sign that the other person was being moved.

"Do you know what the nature of steel is?"

The black flesh pad is covered with the buttons. Lamizan noticed that Peturabo had a rare hesitation—his ears were completely blown up, and his claws were not pressing—

The scene around him quickly moved away from him, and a picture suddenly appeared in front of the eyes of the current occupant of the fourth primordial body, a scene, some images of the old days as if the sediment that sank to the bottom of the abyss ten thousand years ago flooded up—

Macrosmotes flickered with quick battle commands—There were hundreds of white, lifeless bodies in the room—Frix was smiling at his companions—there was a figure with the power armor painted the special green of the Sixteenth Legion—

Balls of flame from the cannon and other weapons exploded on the holographic display - he noticed that the consumption of ammunition had risen dramatically, and the energy index of the enemy shield was falling off a cliff-

Enemy? Enemy?

He couldn't hear the conversation he had before.

The body of the Fourth Primordial blinked, and Ramizane's ears were just enough to jump into an angry shout—

"I haven't recorded them yet! You smashed all my lab-grown specimens!!!! So - I'm going to chop you unknown bastard back home!! The muscles in the apothecary's legs tensed, and then burst with incredible force, the artificial muscle bundles and piston parts in the armor further amplified his abilities, and the handle of the power axe he had just recovered swung smoothly down his waist into his palm, and it was clear that the war blacksmith had pretended to put away his weapon more than once, and that no one could tell anyone about his ruse afterwards.

The potion master in cobalt-white armor jumped to his feet, his power axe roaring and slashing down at the Demon Prince.

The cacophony of metal intersecting.

Honso's axe nearly cut through the demonic weapon, but the close-fitting engagement distance and the large size gap put him in danger in an instant.

The massive demon angrily crushed Hong Suo beneath him, clutching his skull with its massive claws, its claws scratching through the Apothecary's skin, blood snaking through the white terracotta armor, "You little bug who doesn't know what to do!!! I've seen where your lowly head goes! It will turn into a stepping stone under the pile of skulls of the Brass Throne!!! ”

As it was about to break the apothecary's cervical vertebrae, it suddenly stopped, then shook its body, and then Hung Suo raised his leg and kicked over its large, heavy body of the ripe corpse - the madness that tormented it finally stopped for a moment.

The demon's mouth let out a silent hiss, and the giant's body was burned through a large hole from the bottom of its stomach to the back of its neck by the overloaded Seiko plasma wrist gun, and its physical presence began to dissipate in this world like gray dust fluttering from the crematorium—

"I can do it, and if I hadn't had everything I have now, your words would have come true."

The former war blacksmith spat out a mouthful of bloody spit and crushed the demon's burned skull.

"You're late, sorry."

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"It's unbelievable," Lamizan, who had put the matter to an end for the time being, slammed herself into the sturdy bunk and exhaled deeply from her lungs, "so much can happen in one Terra. ”

"Or not a Terra." Perturabo rolled his eyes and busily issued one instruction after another on his couch throne with a meat pad and the tip of his nose. Dog paw prints are imprinted on many data boards and screens, "There is nothing in the subspace about time that can be said badly. ”

"But don't we have multiple Geller fields and other good things that don't explain the principle?"

"You can't pin everything on something external. - Steel inside and out, Lami Zane. ”

Bian Mu jumped off the couch, walked to the bed, jumped up, and began to pull his flesh with his furry mouth and claws.

His demon prince body rolled around on the wide bed and hid his head under the covers, trying to hide from the sheepdog's relentless urging.

"Get up!! You slacker!!! Get up and get to work!!! ”

"I don't want to work!"

Finally he got up, of course, and Ramizane sat up in a daze, retied the cable behind his head, and began to read the report with Peturabo.

"The Apothecary's Suite must be unusable for the time being, and even if the restoration is to begin, a complete purification ritual will need to be done - do we have the talent and ritual supplies for that?"

"No, so it was the bird, the Dassadera, and the kid who looked more and more like a misplaced Kiliman. Hum. Magnus's children were too loose on education, but it was not surprising to think of their former habits. Also, you shouldn't give that women's clothing lover that approval so much share of desserts. ”

"Oooh...... I know. But he's not a lover of women's clothing, he's just very fond of using female bodies in puppetry. ”

“…… Never mind. I hope you don't understand too. ”

"Huh? Yes? Forget it......" Lamizann looked at a screen with a sad face, "what about Wen Aotian, who is now on our ship—ah, in the words of this one, the emperor's favorite Ventrius and his comrade-in-arms Pasanius, who was born and died?" I remember that their death oath was to go to Medlengard and do a big job in the fortress of Honso, right? ”

"I'm surprised that you know this." The dog took the message from the screen, "But you shouldn't know about this in theory." ”

"Huh?"

"Hmm...... I mean, you have to get used to it, in this galaxy, when you 'know' something in advance, it's better not to act like you know. ”

"Huh? Oh oh, I try. ”

Peturabo's black-and-white fluffy face had an expression of "Your border herd is worried that you will fall down the stairs next time you step on your right foot because you will fall because your left foot goes out first".

"Okay, let's take a look at this...... Is it the report that the Tenth Company wrote to you, uh, what does it mean that 'the two suspected apostates are not mentally stable and will try to get Julius to enlighten them'......? ”

The dog sighed heavily from its black, wet nose.

"I might as well make them all into iron hoops."

Then he was hugged and sucked by his own body shouting "Sigh, puppy is so cute".

“…… Don't be stupid with my face!!!! ”