The on-screen pharmacists are trying to open the hatch.

After finally successfully distracting Lamizan with a seemingly plausible but unreasonable one-way call, the Border Collie also rededicated himself to his daily work.

But some things still feel terrible when you think about it.

(foul language so unpleasant to be translated) voyeur old bastard, get out of the way, don't come again! It's just three things! Perturabo sat on his couch throne and muttered in a canine guttural voice that no one else could understand. Pretending to be crazy and stupid in order to cover up is really an intolerable foolishness. ”

Lamizan heard the sheepdog's muttering, and looked at the puppy who was muttering there. [Are you alright? Peturabo? 】

[It's okay—I'd suggest you focus on Hun Suo and his apprentice.] 】

[Ah...... Okay, looks like they're going to move the contents. 】

The attention of the Fourth Primordial's body was finally diverted again.

The dog glanced over there, and viciously marked the "Security Work on the Fifth Enhancement of the Ship's Anti-Asian Space Position" item on the to-do data board.

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Destiny Steel

Hall of Omens

The purification ceremony finally went smoothly (?) When it was over, Julius retrieved his psionic teacher, Amenut, on the ritual circle - the latter was not dead, but was not in good condition, and appeared to have fallen into some kind of deep coma such as psionic overdraft or Omenshock.

Worried about his teacher's condition, he was fortunate to have two veterans of the Second Company to entrust, and after leaving the director of the think tank in the care of his trusty older interstellar marines, Julius did his duty and returned to the grounds, where he once again examined the antique with his own powers.

The cultivation chamber still hummed softly.

The towering painted gold doors of the Hall of Omens opened silently, and the dozens of tons of doors moved as smoothly as if a satin curtain had been opened.

This remarkable work of art combining occultism and technology has a subtle weight distribution and transmission mechanism that allows it to open and close with an unintuitive lightness, and ensures that the door's proper function and security do not interfere with each other when the hall's protective measures are opened.

It also allows for a certain level of security scanning of people entering and exiting, so that people in the hall only glance at the entrance.

"Hmm...... How come the ceremony isn't over yet? Hun Suo strode into the hall, the soles of his metal boots tapping against the smooth floor of the patterned patchwork, making a sound that was neither gold nor stone.

"Dear Julius, how much more time do you need to finish it?"

The acting priest, who was reciting the holy prayer, did not respond to the apothecary, but only nodded to him slightly to indicate that he had seen someone coming.

"Julius clearly doesn't have a second mouth to answer your question now, Master."

Parogov's voice came from the helmet, the grille filtering out a voice with an electronic style and an eerie sense of pitch shifting, but the impressive voice still managed to distort the faces of the war blacksmiths on the sidelines.

"Haha——! If he wants to, I can put one on for him! ”

"You can put one for yourself first, Master."

The pharmacists stood next to the culture chamber and began to examine their tools and unload a mobile medical pod from the gravity skid that was used as a receiving and storage platform.

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"What's going on——! We've long since fallen to the Lords of Chaos and Steel, and now we're here not only to look after a servant of the Lord of All Changes, but also to stand in front of a living saint or an advent or something like that, possibly a loyalist primordial. ”

Shanto complained again in his private communication channel.

"If there's anything worse than this, it's probably that the name of this loyalist primordial is Roger Donne."

Dasadra replied impatiently, "All right, Shanto, I suggest you keep your tongue shut, and next time you can face your old rival, what is his name, Lysander?" You can complain about this to him. ”

"Aha, Dasada, good advice. I would be glad if I could chop off the limbs of loyal Danat before the conversation began. ”

"Do your own thing, Shanto."

In the middle of the hall, the priest's job was finally over, and he stepped aside to look after his teacher and give way to the pharmacists' operations.

Hongso stepped forward, his medical lens flickering, scrutinizing the antique relic.

"Turn on your helmet camera and record, Parogov, this work begins ......"

The pharmacist, who had been dismantling the machine in his eyes for a long time with sensor scanning and naked eye observation, activated the auxiliary device on the surgical arm of his backpack, and with the power and laser tools in his hand, he disassembled and moved with the speed and stability of a precision surgery.

"The outer layers are all open. Open the first layer. ”

"The first layer opens, and the second layer is cracked, oh...... Passwords, okay, very typical of the arrogant and easy to crack after all the mechanical password settings are given away for nothing...... Hehehe...... But what's the use of that? ”

"It's a rare multi-insurance measure and energy redundancy mechanism, but why doesn't he just use the static stance? Well, I guess there was no intention of long-term mothballing before the wreck...... Apparently your previous owner values you, hey, hello, black princess. ”

"Master Honso, it would seem strange to use the title of princess for an ancient and venerable warrior, perhaps the title of Black Knight would be more appropriate."

"Oh, little Nila Idoa, don't be so serious, I admit I'm a little frivolous, maybe my mood is very good because I have cracked these little tricks."

The last thin layer of high-strength crystal cover that covered the mourning crow finally slowly faded from the mezzanine hidden on the side, and the contents of this cultivation chamber, which had been drifting in the universe for an unknown amount of time, were finally fully presented to everyone.

The mist from the evaporation of the cryogenic liquid dispersed downward, and flowing milky tendrils slid over the apothecary's white power armor boots.

Nikonnor Sharokin slept quietly in his ancient metal life-support coffin, revealing details that had been obscured by the frost and mist of an unknown period of time.

Bio relay plugs, life support lines, and mechanical cables were inserted into various parts of his body with precision and coldness, and even with an incredible long-term energy supply, his fat and excess muscle layers had actually been consumed to a very thin level, almost nothing, so that the whole person looked thinner and slender, barely like Astarte's usual broad body.

The two largest wounds on his body were filled with granulation tissue, hyperplastic blood vessels, and pipelines, and it seems that they did not grow because of the implants, which once again confirmed Hongsuo's suspicion of accidents.

"So we can see ......"

While the pharmacist was rummaging through the pages and explanations to attract the attention of everyone in the hall, his schoolboy quietly wiped the wounds of the ancient warriors with a medical dressing and carefully collected the medical waste.

"Next, we can do a transfer so that we can study the two separately......"

Lamizan took a sip of tea in front of the surveillance screen.

Suddenly, the movement of the weapon sounded simultaneously for 0.0001 seconds.

At least three twin blasters were aimed at Parogov at the same time.

Wail!

(End of chapter)