"Silver Bone...... Golden Skin...... Lapis lazuli hair...... Scarlet Elixir ......"

The Thousand Sons Supreme Wizard anointed the ritual items in his hands with holy oil.

He muttered the incantation in a singing-like rhythm and tone, lighting the last ritual candle.

Simulated sunlight shines diagonally through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the Omen Hall.

The smoke of incense lingered between the golden lintel and the silver door, swirling around the pillar of light formed by the sun.

Dressed in a linen robe, Julius knelt barefoot in the center of the circle with his eyes closed, his head slightly bowed.

Artificial daylight shone on his blonde hair and face, casting blocky shadows on one side.

The chanting of the mysterious square reappeared 10,000 years later, and the murmur of a thousand sons rose and fell with the intricacy of the syllables.

Divination. Omen.

Tarot. Unscramble.

Sharp claws pluck the wheel of fate, providing unpredictable random numbers for predetermined events in the galaxy.

"It's this! That's it! That's it! "The Supreme Wizard's incantation grew more and more delightful and rapid, each syllable leaping gracefully and exceedingly between the tongue, palate, and teeth.

Suddenly, all sounds stopped.

Two tarots emerge from the deck.

"Let me see...... Well...... The Broken World in the right position ...... the knights? Emenute pondered, his finger unconsciously scribbling the symbol, "Maybe it's a good omen for where we're going." ”

Is it such an omen?

The think tank apprentice ended his meditation with a prayer and looked up, and the two tarots came into his eyes.

A chill that creeped him out slowly spread down his spine.

From his point of view, those tarot cards are reversed.

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When the mystical instincts that had saved Hongsuo's life countless times in the impossible warned him, a corner of the one-way glass in the interrogation room had begun to revert to elementary particles.

After the next fraction of a millisecond passed, the Apothecary Master finally made a decision.

The grain of time slowly moved for a fraction of a millisecond.

Cha.

The chips on the table are pushed through a round.

Cha.

A boulder was thrown into the middle of the river.

Cha.

The image in the pupils of the master of the Karangol fortress gradually enlarged was the side face of the apothecary apprentice who finally showed a look of real surprise.

"How ......"

The light of the Pyrolysis Cannon flashed past the people's eyes, and then the Void Shield hummed and opened.

"Alert!"

"Master Hun Suo!! Teacher ——!!!! ”

The sound of clay steel armor shattering and falling to the ground.

Someone fell to the ground.

Roars and weapons pounding on the power armor, noisy footsteps, and human voices came and went, fading away.

Before being completely swept away from consciousness by the waves of darkness, Hun Suo finally saw—

The eyes of the fallen raven, who were hung in the center of the interrogation room and connected to the brainwashing program, were opened.

"He" was watching him.

With a pair of beautiful violet eyes.

From between the strands of hair.

Violet eyes stared at him.

From top to bottom.

Overlooking.

Violet eyes.

The winding aisles resemble the digestive organs of some giant chaotic creature, glass-sealed specimen cabinets, cold compartments, cold steel, blood, desecrated specimens, sacred flesh, alive being dissected and disintegrated...... The grotesque and the mad, the life and the dead, the horrible rebirth, the blessed calamity—

The operating light flickered -

Who's starting to scream again—

Violet eyes –

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The mixed chemical smell of paint, clay steel, glass, and other materials from the ablation stimulated Ahalim's olfactory nerves, and the herald of the original gene felt his heart pound and sweat running silently.

He gripped the handle of the hammer and moved very carefully in the manner that a Steel Warrior Terminator could achieve that best matched the expression of "roundabout approach", scuffling on the ground—

The Enchanted Contempt Daring Do who had exerted the bewitching and chaotic influence on their father was rolling around on the observation room floor with his Genetic Father in a gesture that Harim found difficult to describe in words.

Despite the fact that Captain Vought's in-ship alerts and requests for emergency communications were frantically flashing in his own communication channel, Ahalim did not pick them up because he did not know how to organize the vocabulary to answer or describe what was currently happening to him.

In the process of brain downtime, the herald of the original body replied sternly to all channels: "My lord is fine!" Don't panic! Seal off the interrogation room and don't approach anyone! ”

The cursed one's XXah!!!

Why am I seeing this kind of image?!

Have I been corrupted to the point of delirium?!

In fact, it is not difficult to pick out an adjective sentence suitable for the current situation from the combat adjective lexicon that Hallin has accumulated over thousands of years, but it is too blasphemous to use this kind of vocabulary for the behavior of his own original body-

The fearless Molecular Cleavage Cannon power claws of the Contempt were still reluctantly swinging in the direction of the interrogation room, but the massive weight and kinetic energy coming from the other direction eventually knocked him to the ground and suppressed his further attacks.

The oversized individual Void Shield had been opened, separating the observation room from the interrogation room.

Ahalim's Father of Genes shouted a phrase he didn't understand, but certainly some kind of ancient terra, and at the same time—without combat skills—at least a hundred flaws in his body at once—more uncoordinated than a three-year-old child—all by his own weight and that of the original power armor—pounced on the dauntless and crushed it underneath.

Well, yes, no tricks, it's all weight.

There is not even the slightest respectful use of brute force.

Then the Iron Warrior War Blacksmith watched as his ruthless, efficient, and perfect father, who had seen his skill in killing and fighting, forcefully pressed the other party with his own weight, forcing the most evil being to flip into a strange posture with his feet facing upwards on all fours, and then held the dreadnought's helmet with his supreme hands, desperately squeezing the other's ear receivers with his hands—

Lose your marbles.

I must be crazy.

Father! Why did you fall into such madness?!

How can I save you?!

How can I save you?!

Bitter tears unconsciously filled the Iron Warrior's eyes, and he gripped the handle of the hammer and walked over to Daring Daunted.

Ahalin looked up at him in surprise at the sight of "Perturabo", his pupils constricted, and his mouth seemed to say "no".

"I beg your pardon, but it has to be ...... This must be corrected!! ”

He raised the power hammer aloft.

"I can't stand it, how can I all get together to make a mess, ahhh!!!!h

With the clatter of the joint servo, Ramizane grabbed Ahalim's wrist with one hand and pressed the roaring and struggling Perturabo with the other.

The interrogation room and outside were a mess.