Destiny Steel

The Commander's Office

"Huh......" Seeing the last bit of golden light dissipate outside Sharokin's cultivation warehouse, Lami Zain, who had clenched his fists all the time, let out a long breath. Thankfully, fortunately......"

Ahalin lowered his gaze politely and considerately.

Perturabo sat on the throne of the sofa on the ground and continued to deal with the daily documents.

Aside from the fact that one of the black ears stood up and turned nimbly to Lamizane's side, there was nothing at all about the wonderful ritual that had aroused the interest of the Hairy Iron Lord.

[To be honest, seeing that Emenut was able to make such a big fight with just one purification ritual, I really thought there was going to be an accident.] Also, his purification ritual itself seems a little off, huh? How does it look like a breath of Egypt — I mean, to use localized terms, a smell of, well, Prospero? Isn't that the current Empire's purification ritual process? All of the LOGOS' sensing reports of visions in the ceremonial hall tell me that the only scale of readings that can be compared to the scene at the time dates back to the 31K era of Divine Terra - though not as strong. 】

With a strange sense of the aftermath of the catastrophe, Lami Zane was talking to himself while rubbing the back of the dog's head and the base of his ears.

[Huh.] Perturabo's paw slashed across a data board, and the dog let out some kind of mocking sound on the couch that said, "I do know a lot about what you said, but I don't want to mention it at all, I just want to tell you that now it seems that I was surrounded by super idiots and bastards who were riding horses."

[But what was that glittering sight at the end?] Pepe, do you think Julius used psionic energy at the end uh, golden blue halo small wings...... Looks familiar? Lami Zayn muttered with palpitations, and at the same time picked out a random drink from the tray of "New Product Tasting in the Canteen Next Month" brought by Ahlin, put it on the end of his nose and sniffed it.

[Nope.] I didn't feel familiar. Perturabo replied very crisply, "I'm thinking too much. Psionic abilities can be of any color, depending on the user's own talents. 】

The Demon Primordial also deliberately added, [The iconic colors of the Fifteenth Legion after the Great Rebellion are even gold and blue. 】

[Makes sense...... But is that golden image really okay? The more I think about it, the more familiar it becomes. Lami Zayn suddenly became alert, [It won't be ......]

[You think too much, I say no. The dog let out a heavy breath of hot air from his nose and began to let out some highly targeted, teased mockery.

[Please use the exquisite primordial brain you are using to think about it, whose body is your body, we are located in a barren and barren section of a certain star sector that no one cares about, a small wrecked ship that doesn't even have a few Chaos Space Marines and wanders around the universe, do you think it will be the dead old man you think?] Will he deliberately turn his gaze away from his favorite offspring and focus on us insignificant beings? 】

The Demon Primordial sneered with the sheepdog's chest, [He even forgets that he still has me as a pawn in his hand when he even plays chess and counts. 】

[Hmm-yes, you, the local native, should be much more authoritative than me in judging this kind of thing.] That's fine! Let me start by taking a look at what new products our mysterious chef Pai Ahlin has delivered. Once this part was understood, Lamizane happily and habitually handed over the work of thinking to the Border Collies.

The half of the rectangular gilt silver tray houses a few small glass bottles, and the other half houses plates and bowls with silver lids.

"What is this? I mean, it smells like it's ...... Citronellal, ethyl acetate, ethyl 2-methylbutyrate, orange aldehyde, wax, tea polyphenols, tannins, carbon dioxide...... So what is it? ”

"A mixed drink made from candied fruit with semi-fermented peels of the citrus family and semi-fermented tea leaves, my lord."

"Sounds good...... Let me try...... How does it have a bubbly taste? ”

"My lord, do you need me to change your water and other drink samples?"

"No, it tastes pretty special, so be it," the behemoth demigod tasted as he took a small teacup, "Hmm...... It's an unexpectedly interesting combination. ”

[Would you like to try this?] Let me look at the instructions – orange melon fruits, some kind of fatty and crispy slice of wild mushrooms, a salad mixed with cereals and a sauce? Oh, and the tasting version doesn't have an Astarte ingredient, which looks like it's very good for your health, Peturabo baby. 】

Ramizane placed a plate of mixed multicolored salad on Perturabo's small table while glancing at the monitors in the Hall of Omens. - Actually, the sensor is able to project the image directly onto his retina as required, but the librarian is always used to reconfirming it with the naked eye.

[Huh, what are you worried about? Dasadra was on hand with a catapult remote control, and in the event of a change, he would faithfully carry out my orders. Bian Mu raised his paw and pressed the voice button, "I'm going to eat." ”

Aharin began to walk to the other end of the workshop to tidy up the kind father's workbench, and removed from his head the cosmic horror image of the "father of genes who bowed his head and licked salad from the plate with his pink tongue" from his head, which helped him maintain a calm state of mind throughout the day's work.

[Dasadra with the remote control, I know, by the way, the button you designed actually just ejected the problematic part out of the ship, right?] 】

The Border Shepherd Demon Primordial pushed the rest of the salad away, then licked the tip of his nose and looked at his body calmly.

【…… It's really just going to eject the problematic part out of the ship, right?! 】

[Huh.] 】

【…… Pepe baby, how many little secrets do you have on the Iron Blood? 】

[Guess what.] 】

[It shouldn't surpass Leon Johnson's Dark Angel.] 】

[Don't mention the fat Maine who can't wake up all day long in front of me.] 】

【…… Yes......? 】

[It's fine. Bian Mu raised his paw and pointed at the people who were busy on the monitor screen in the Hall of Omens. [What are Hong Suo and his very, very obscure little apprentice doing, I suggest you pay more attention. 】

[Poor Parogov has been wearing a helmet all the time under the order you issued.] 】

[Under your coaxing, I have always regretted that I did not make a specimen of his whole body and put it under my mattress. 】

[Ugh.] Let's keep him wearing a helmet all the time. 】

Ramizane turned his gaze to the pharmacists on the screen who were working on the cultivation chamber.

"What's that......?"

Wail!

It's tangerine peel oolong fermented sparkling tea!

(End of chapter)