[I'm about to lose patience with this kind of game of vanity and wrongdoing. 】

Perturabo solemnly announced at the breakfast table.

Elder Ahlin, the Primordial Squire, is bringing them this morning's fruit (thanks to a certain master), eggs (but no chicken on the Iron Blood), fried Glocks bacon, artificial milk, caramel (no sugar!) After the creamy coffee and the browned roasted starch burger on both sides, he had left to carry out the orders of the furry father.

As a result, there are now only Perturabo, Lamizane, and Vannas in this room.

"Uh, I don't quite understand what you mean, Perturabo." Lamizan sat down at the table and wiped her mouth. "What are you trying to say?"

He reached over and wiped the milk off the fluff from the dog's mouth with a border herd's napkin, and stuffed a petal of peeled fruit into his mouth.

Vannus didn't like the bright morning light, so the Raven Guard remained unpresence-free in Lamizane's shadow, and every now and then part of the breakfast in front of him would disappear.

[I mean. The dog chewed the fruit, swallowed it, and then cleared his throat, while the original body stared at him worriedly, fearing that the sound that the border herd made with his throat would make him vomit.

[As much as I love labyrinths and building labyrinths, I don't feel the need for them - it's time to introduce my psionic advisors to you and my children.] 】

Lamizan couldn't seem to believe his own ears.

"What the hell is ——??"

[My psionic advisor.] Perturabo repeated.

Vannus's gaze lifted from the shadows.

"No, wait, wait, wait," Perturabo's body held his forehead with his index and middle fingers, turned his head sideways and closed his eyes, and waved his hand at the demon border herd, "You woke me up, didn't I wake up?" You? Peturabo? Iron Warriors? Psionic Advisor?! How do these words come together and come out of Pepe's mouth?! ”

The Raven Guard hid himself even more nonexistently, his eyes blazing in the unnatural darkness.

[It's a bit pompous to be so surprised, Ramizane.] The dog's tone sounded a little arrogant and resentful.

[I have a powerful psionic power, and my psionic power drives every aspect of my steel body and steel guard. So why can't I have psionic advisors? I once had an entire legion, court, and fleet, and you should be surprised if I said I didn't have an advisor to that. 】

"The Fourth Legion - never known for psionic combat, I don't even know if they have a think tank position since your return, and I remember that although the Iron Warriors have psykers, there are very few records of them being mentioned positively - at least I haven't read about them."

Perturabo's own ice-blue eyes looked at the black-and-white Origin Shepherd Dog, puzzled.

"From which strap did you suddenly pull out such a primordial psionic advisor?"

[No record doesn't mean no, you should really take the time to read those old papers.] Demon Border Mu replied calmly, "If you have to ask, am I satisfied with the stagnation that I took out of the Eye of Fear sewer stance, wrapped in oiled paper? 】

"Oh my god, this is horrible, are you trying to tell me a joke?! You're not Peturabo! Who are you?! ”

Ramizane made a defensive gesture, laughed and rubbed the back of the sheepdog's hairy head vigorously, "You're so cute, my puppy." ”

[I'm Peturabo.] The Border Collie begins to sneer and picks the yolk from his plate to eat, looking to have lost patience with the other's stupidity and is ready to end the topic.

[300 seconds after breakfast, my 'faithful' psionic advisor Uthr Maatra Maatra) will arrive here. 】

"What?! Wait! Are you really?! Do you really have one?! He's coming?! Ramizane jumped up from his chair, "Oh my God! I'm still in my pajamas! LOGOS！ Power Armor! My Power Armor !! ”

[As a primordial, you have to change your pajamas and sleep every day, let's not talk about it, that's not 'your' power armor, thank you.] The dog grinds his teeth, "That's mine." 】

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"It's amazing...... I mean, it's unexpectedly bad. ”

Hongso looked at the one in front of him—when he took it out, he realized something was wrong and immediately threw it into the static box, so it took on a subtle half-life, half-dead, bulging mass of flesh mixed with shimmers, and the other half a genetic seed solidified in the magical fire and dust of psionic embers.

His apprentice frowned solemnly as he began to flip through his notes in the retina browsing, "We really didn't know much about the Tank Combat Monk's genetic seed extraction and transplantation, and I thought I had enough information in the library. At the moment, this situation has never appeared in the record, and I didn't expect it to be encountered by us. ”

Parogov's voice took on a tone of more admiration as he flipped through it, "Master Hunsso, you are right, this kind of raid-style medical exercise is indeed an extremely practical act. I must apologize to you for my previous doubts. For example, in the current situation, suppose we are in a battle tonight or have to rush to recover the genetic seeds of the director of the Emenute think tank—"

A look of sudden expression slid over Hong Suo's cunning face like a drop of hallucinatory water, and the apothecary master immediately continued his apprentice's words with a solemn expression, "That's right, Parogov, if it's not in the laboratory but on the battlefield, I'm afraid we can only watch us lose both the think tank brother and his genetic seed at the same time." You don't have to apologize for that, everything is reserved before the truth is the first lesson I taught you. ”

"Therefore, when we have complete experimental conditions, we should seize various opportunities to carry out similar practical activities." The Apothecary Master nodded, as if he had been convinced, "Little Nila Idoa, you have a smarter mind than you seem, and you may be able to achieve more than I am on the path of medicine and apothecary." ”

"Thank you, and I sincerely hope so, Master Hun Suo. Hopefully, my work will be a powerful incentive for the continuation of the warband and the devotion of the fighting brothers to the throne. ”

His apprentice bowed his head slightly, politely but calmly accepting the teacher's compliment.

"Alright, now let's get the 'working' Emenut up the lateral neck and the clavicle triangle of the scapular clavicle......

Wail.

See you after six o'clock

Also, I guess you want to know the meaning of the name? Of course it makes sense, but it's deformed, and I think it's hard to understand it immediately if you don't happen to know about it, hahaha, I fully understand the way GW takes the name (why don't you learn this)

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