Destiny Steel

Daily work area and training area

The Iron Warriors, who have come out of the infirmary one after another, have returned to their posts to get back to work - the Silver Skull Veterans are awkwardly adapting to their new heights - theoretically this level of change is not a very difficult change for Space Marines who have undergone extraordinary change and rigorous training to adapt to, but when you have been living, training, fighting, and killing at a certain height for 10,000 years, well, especially this increased height reminds them all the time, What a terrible thing happened to me.

Sometimes the collapse of middle-aged social animals comes so suddenly.

The newcomers of the 10th Company had to interrupt their work often and comforted their seniors kindly but for no apparent reason.

Any cursed eacac, which is said to be able to work on a specific target, became very popular among certain groups overnight.

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The mobile office of the Warlord Commander

The hoop robot is heavily guarded outside the office.

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【……】

People, bow their heads and remain silent.

The atmosphere is on the verge of erupting.

To the left of the throne of the two-seater was Lamizan sitting on the sofa, and at this moment the god-like giant was sitting on the seat with his back unexpressionlessly straight, and the black creature relay plug and cable were tied together behind his head and naturally drooped down, revealing his forehead, which had become much smoother, and the eyes below that no longer looked like black moonstones, but began to change towards silver-blue moonstones.

Standing next to the armrest to the right of the throne of the loveseat is Ahlin, fully armed with ceremonial arms and carrying a tray of coffee supplies, and the Iron Warrior, dressed in polished armor embellished with a small amount of gold and ribbons, now looks at his nose, nose, mouth, and heart, and imagines himself as a perfect steel coffee table and vase.

In front of the throne of the two-seater is kneeling the culprit who has brought such a solemn atmosphere to this place - the only official pharmacist of the ship, who is dressed in the white armor of the apothecary, but who seems to have regained his self-confidence and has a glint of inquiry into everything in this room in the depths of his eyes, who has talent points that go to strange research directions without being used for war, and who is not a single bone in his body, and who is notorious in the warband, and who is nicknamed "Gene Marauder".

And in the center of the throne of the sofa, which is made of smooth calfskin, comfortable cotton fabric, and many data boards, input devices, and display device interfaces and cables, sits a majestic mane, with a long snow-white mane fluttering on his chest, bright brown almond eyes that see everything, majestic and cold, full of wisdom, with the most beautiful plump square fluffy mouth tube, and on the broad skull stand two more well-felt and spring-back fluffy ears than anything in the world—

"Uh-huh! Whoa! Whew! Hmm-whew! Whoa, whoa! ”

A majestic subwoofer bark echoes beneath the tall steel dome, creating a subtle echo of beeps.

The large black and white Border Collie, the Demon Prince of Chaos and the Fourth Primordial, Perturabo, barked angrily at the kneeling Astarte at the maximum volume he could reach.

The Apothecary Master listened very carefully, and even followed after the Border Shepherd's roar was over, "Your iron wisdom and will, my lord. ”

Then he turned his inquiring glance to the figure on the left side of the couch.

Lamizan coughed lightly with a solemn face, "Hmm...... You...... I mean, are you convicted? Hung Suo, even if we are no longer bound by any of the frivolous rules of the Rotten Empire and the Corpse Emperor, the act of using the resources that have been rewarded by you, and tampering with the filthy information of the sons of other pseudo-emperors, to tamper with the Iron Descendants, the father of your genes, is still inappropriate and unsupported, and should be regarded as a crime of betrayal of the highest level against the Legion and me. ”

[I (Olympia foul-mouthed) didn't say that at all!!] How dare you tamper with my words!! I'm talking about you, XXXXXX, XXXXXX's XXXXX (some kind of filthy mixture of a spirit language and dialect) should be skinned alive, and then your cursed body should be made into a training machine, with your head in a life-support device and hung on the bow of the Iron Blood to face the subspace hurricane! 】

【…… Your disposition is too detailed to be subtle. In addition, you don't always come up first like this and fight and kill, first ask if you are dealing with it well? 】

The Border Collie grinds its teeth and emits a series of menacing, low, trills from deep in its throat.

[Don't worry, don't worry, listen to him, ah, Bao, Peibao, listen to him. 】

Ramizane quietly moved her ass toward the middle, and quietly put a hand on the back of the border herd's neck.

Ahalim's eyes did not squint.

Hunsso was thinking about organizational language.

"My lord, our beloved father of genes, the undoubted ruler of Medrengard, listen to me."

[Ah, you see, he won't explain this. The fingers are clawed and comb the mane on the back of the neck.

[At best, it is just a sinner's quibble to escape punishment.] Only a weak mortal like you would listen to his unworthy rhetoric. 】

"My lord." Hun Sou knelt on the ground and saluted his genetic fathers again, "I just think that not guessing that you are in such a perfect and stunning form is the greatest mistake and sin I have ever made. But first, I would like to explain to you why my actions are not betrayal, but so that you can lead us back to our due honor and let the Lord of the Fourth Legion regain the throne in the new situation that will come in 10,000 years. ”

"Oh?"

[Hmph! 】

"That's right, my lord, every High Mighty has its favorite general, and the one who will now lead the Thirteenth Black Expedition of the Chaos Astarte Legion is not even any of your demon brothers, my lord," Honso's eyes sparkled with inspiration and ambition. "As you have taught, we must do more and more new things to deal with this increasingly complex universe. Soldiers, soldiers are very important, even if the arsenal of Medlengard is at full capacity, all the resources of your world are at your disposal, we can collect and recruit enough mortal slaves and armies, but if there are not enough Space Marines to hold up the skeleton of their attack like your outstretched fingers......"

Peturabo's ears suddenly erected at the same time, and he jumped to his feet, on all fours, twitching the tip of his nose alertly at the shadow in front of the couch.

[What's wrong?! Pepe?! 】

[This kind of overly special sight ......! 】

Long black hair and a pair of glittering, amethyst-like eyes slowly floated from the shadows beside the couch, and the Raven Guard "floated" out of it in a way that could not be explained and organized with human eyes and words.

The pale brunette man was about to speak.

Perturabo jumped to his feet in annoyance, and pressed the switch of the super-bright daylight lumen test spotlight that someone had placed there casually.

No matter what he wanted to say before, the person who was rolling on the ground with his eyes covered at this moment couldn't say a word.

[Blind me!] Blind me!!!!! You voyeur old bastard!!!!!! 】

Wail!

Completion force

(Lying upright)

In the afternoon, I felt a feeling of lack of oxygen and my brain couldn't start.,If there's a BUG, you can leave a message here to the author.,And then the author sleepwalked and walked the dog and lay down first...... Thank you very much for reading and commenting

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