Destiny Steel

The Commander's Office

"So you're sure it's a definite omen?"

Lamizan sat behind his desk, and Peturabo wasn't by his side now.

The Frontier Demon Primordial is locking himself in the next room, busy instilling the spirit of true Iron Warriors in the boys of the Tenth Company through sensors and monitoring equipment.

The Warband Leader glanced at the surveillance footage and decided not to disturb the pleasant gaming time of the original soul for the time being.

And across from Lamizane, sitting was the director of the think tank and prophet of the war group, Emenut.

"Sure, my lord." The Thousand Sons Supreme Wizard replied in a somewhat distant tone, his eyes still reverberating with some psychic energy.

"As soon as I discovered this mysterious omen, I didn't even have a good dinner, so I immediately used nine rituals, went through nine verifications, and consulted ninety-nine different divination books to interpret it! I'm pretty sure of the results – clear, clear, and my opinion is that you should take it seriously and take the necessary steps to do so. ”

"O son of Magnus, why does your advice sound so harsh?"

Sitting in front of him, Lamizan was still safely protected by the LOGOS Power Armor, and the camouflage force field generator on his Power Armor was working, making him look unusually tall from the other people's point of view, but still within the range known to other Space Marines.

The camouflage force field also changed the styling details of his armor, making this particular Terminator Power Armor look like some kind of refined modification of the Iron Rider Terminator.

His countenance was not significantly changed, because everything was very different just by changing the core on the inside.

Many cables and servo plugs were tidied up into a bunch, and those that were too exaggerated or too obvious were also reintegrated, and the black eyes showed a touch of blue, like black moonstones illuminated by the light, and most of the distortions and wrinkles caused by the emotions of pain, hatred, jealousy, unwillingness, and revenge disappeared, and the expression that belonged to the human reappeared on this face, allowing it to regain the sensitivity of its former creator and the nobility of a little exoticism.

The Supreme Wizard thought to himself in a trance, when they first met, was the blue part of the Iron King's iris so obvious?

The warband leader took a sip of his coffee cup.

"So, we might now use your (here he uses an accent) divination to go on a big hunt on the ship."

He picked up the scroll and datapad, glanced at it, and the stream of data formed by the automatic scan began to feed back from the analysis unit onto his retina.

"Peturabo? Peturabo! Pepe? Peturabo baby?! ”

"What's the matter! Mortal! Said you weren't to call me that! …… And I'm not available right now! ”

“…… Aren't you very good at real-time synchronization of multi-line analysis and micro-operation warfare on large battlefields? Multitasking isn't a problem for you. ”

"This four-legged, hairy creature doesn't have enough wet brains to support me to do what I used to."

The dog's voice sounded a crisp calm after repeated attempts and many failures, "After forcibly overloading, it will automatically enter an ineffable state...... Don't talk about it, you know it won't work anyway. So what's the matter? ”

"Look at this report from our 'prophets.'"

"Prophet? I thought that was a rhetoric we used to fool all the foolish. This really works, I really didn't expect it, snort. ”

Bian Mu's tone sounded like a mockery of "Stupid humans", "And I want to remind you first that the source of the fall of the Fifteenth Legion is none other than the ever-changing Demon Bird God, that flat-haired ...... Eight of the nine prophecies spoken or revealed by the thing are half false, and half of them may be true. Who would believe it?! ”

"Your good brother will believe ......" The body of the Fourth Primordial suddenly appeared in the head of some Gutera's hammer 40,000 rumor memory fragments at this moment, "Okay, you can quickly read the content of this report, and then think about whether we should take measures based on it, and how to implement it?" ”

The dog stopped the armed trainer he was controlling, replaced it with a team of self-disciplined hoop soldiers, and switched to the "Imperial Fists Operation Model Analysis" teaching mode.

Then he moved his claws like the wind, and quickly knocked on the input device and released it to the training ground of the Tenth Company [The next training is a random ten draw a big battle royale, whoever is beaten down first will not be allowed to participate in the jump gang simulation training next time, and he will be punished to do ten days of hard labor for me!] Ha! You little! Enjoy!! After the explanation, Dafa Mercy helped the mortals to read the report.

"Uh-huh...... I see, this is not a vague and ambiguous omen that needs to be interpreted, and it is no different from telling everyone in a clear way...... In this way, he has repeatedly checked so many times? ”

"Yes." There was a kind of mutual understanding in Lamizan's tone.

"Woo." The dog let out a long sigh of helplessness from his nose, "Just like it was 10,000 years ago, (Gothic foul language) (some vague curse), in the end only I can and only I can do the work." Okay, listen up, that's all there is to the living people on the ship anyway, you can block the unmanned block first, pump it into vacuum mode, and then go and summon ......"

Next is the time for Lami Zain's gourd painting.

The Iron Warriors, who had been summoned and led by their old commander, had been reorganized according to the pattern of the glorious era of 10,000 years earlier, and their reaction to the final purge of the ship was one of palpable joy and exhilaration, and it seemed that even Chiko was sent to act with them without even thinking too much.

"The head of the brothers, we are steel!! Brothers! This time we will catch this abominable intruder for our genetic father! ”

"Cut off his head! Cut off his head! Someone roared and swung an axe with excitement, his mechanical arm swaying behind his back.

"It's uncreative." Hun Suo and his apprentice stood in the crowd, and the two of them had been sent to ensure the smooth flow of first aid in the field and the collection of genetic seeds—if there was that precious opportunity, "somewhat...... Man's demands are always so direct. ”

Honso's apprentice still stood quietly, his teacher had warned him that although the Abbey Mothership was well maintained, the long expeditions, the intensity of the fierce battles, and the fact that too many veterans would have unusual problems of varying degrees, but all of them were under the supervision of the Warlord and the Think Tank Master, so there was no need to worry too much.

Parogov even personally treated a veteran who had been parasitized by demons under the guidance of Hunsso, which was a terrible situation, and he was glad that he could help, but the other party's eyes were too emotional to see before entering the anesthesia...... He had to be given an increased dose of anesthetic immediately.

A roar from the breastplate megaphone pulled back the apothecary's apprentice's thoughts.

"Let's get started! For my lord! Hunt this wandering black crow! ”

The director of the think tank was the first to raise his staff.