Destiny Steel

Inside the War Commander's Office

Two people and one dog (not a dog!) The conversation space has been moved to a few couches behind the cubicle as the conversation progresses, and the atmosphere is now harmonious and harmonious.

Lamizan sat happily on the couch amid Uther's complex and often forceful blinking expression, the fingertips of one hand rubbing the mane of the back of Peturabo's neck.

The fourth primordial body's long, fluffy black and white face still looked inscrutable, but the ears and tail of the shepherd dog on its side indicated a comfortable but nervous mood.

[Hey, Pepe, I have to say, where did you find such a psionic advisor?] It was so pleasant to chat with him, and it felt so good that he could understand and catch no matter what colloquialisms and allusions you used. 】

[Huh.] 】

[Although his body looks a little weaker, the sensor readings of LOGOS tell me that his psionic strength is very good, right?] It's great, I've always been worried that just a few of us and the combat power of the hoop won't be safe enough in this universe......]

[Huh.] 】

[Since you have such a person as him as a friend, how could you still ...... in the first place]

The dog glared at someone with a "I'm going to suffocate you with a meat pad while you're sleeping" expression.

[uh...... I'll change the subject. 】

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"Since Perturabo has explained our situation to you in advance, I think you can call me Lamizane."

The body of the Fourth Primordial looked jubilant when he learned that he didn't have to hide it in front of the visitors.

"Thankfully, we finally have someone here who can talk easily! I was worried that I would not be able to resist a showdown with Ahalim if I stayed any longer......"

[I'm glad you didn't, or I'd have ordered Ahalin to shoot himself in the head.] 】

【Pepe! 】

After the initial surprise passed, Uther also seemed much more relaxed, and he replied with a smile, "No problem, Ramizane. Very special syllables...... Does the name mean anything? ”

"Hahahaha, this name does look bluffing at first glance! But it didn't make much sense, I think it was just my dad patting me on the head. ”

"Ling Zun must not want you to share the same name as someone, this practice is not uncommon, and many parents will give their children some unique names. For example, my former adoptive father also gave me a different name than I do now. ”

The elegant and slender young man nodded, and began to add the eighth sugar cube to his coffee cup, and Ramizane's eyelids jumped, and a bitter taste appeared in his mouth, and he decided to pretend not to see it.

"Adoptive Father...... Ah, sorry. So, you weren't called Uther Ma'atra before? ”

"It's okay, it was a long time ago. I can now see them completely from a completely new perspective on others. Yes, I didn't really use that name before, and people didn't call me that, so it's normal that you don't know me. ”

Uther took a sip of the thick, sweet coffee, and put down his cup as if he hated it for being bitter.

"I'll just say, though...... Yes, it's autophagy, fragmentary, obscure, and the Riddler, but I remember very well if there was a psionic advisor around Perturabo. So what was your old name? ”

"I used to be called the Crimson by my adoptive father and others, and some called me Cyclops."

"Hmm...... So...... YOU USED TO CALL MAGNUS THE RED. Haha, that's the exact opposite of you......"

A loud roar shook the entire office.

The massive stream of data surrounding the Iron Blood sent back and forth shocks.

Captain Vought loudly issued data correction orders on the bridge, and the bridge and the technical officer nervously shuttled between the various consoles.

"What do you say?! What was your name before?!!! ”

The psionic advisor blinked his blue-green eyes innocently and briskly, "Don't be so surprised, my dear friend. ”

He bites the word "friend" very hard.

The border collie, who was watching coldly until now, sighed from his nose.

[Okay, if there are any other questions, the two of you better understand each other clearly now. - Remember to tell him that too. 】

"I, no, he, this, you, but you, this, why is this happening?! Aren't you supposed to look like that?! So?! ”

"Hmm...... If you want to ask me why I am the way I am, at least I can tell you directly about my body shape, skin color, and hair color, because this is how my spiritual energy is depleted. ”

"Huh? Exhausted?! But what do you have spiritual readings? Yes? ”

"This level is no different to me than not having psionic powers." Not Magnus's fifteenth primordial looking happily at the body of his incoherent brother and friend.

Then he turned his head to the frowning Border Collie.

"Looks like you've got a very, very good body, Perturabo."

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Destiny Steel

Pharmacist's workshop

Julius stood in the intensive care unit, looking worriedly at Emenute, who was lying in the medical cabin, almost broken.

The sudden scream of psionic energy and its chaotic reverberations had also taken a toll on Julius, and the acting priest had actually been unable to rest for a long time, his face pale and haggard from the unknown interference, the consumption of days of meditation and confession, and even the sunken shadows on his cheeks.

And his mentor was even more seriously injured, the shimmering psionic rift stretched from the depths like a crack in an extremely dry land, like a spider web all over the surface of Chiko's body, and the whole person of the think tank curator looked precarious, without multiple positions and rune protection, it could shatter into a large puddle of biomass and psionic ash at any time.

Honso looked at the data from the medical panel and walked over and patted him on the shoulder.

"Still blaming yourself for not being there?" The Apothecary Master shook his head at him with a look of genuine sympathy.

"Don't blame yourself, little Julius. It was an accident, and no one wanted or thought that something like this would happen, but since we were sailing in the void of this galaxy, it wasn't an accident that an accident would happen. I'm sure poor old Emenut told you before why he was the only one left in our warband's think tank - the cruelty of this universe is fair to anyone, and one will die. Julius, all I can do is bring your teacher back as much as I can. ”

"Thank you, Master Hongso." The Think Tank Apprentice's face turned, "I understand. I am very grateful for your efforts to save Master Emenute. ”

"If you understand, you can stay here with him for a while. Remember to update your access code when you want to leave. Hun Suo patted the acting pastor on the shoulder again and left.

Julius looked thoughtfully at the think tank curator in the medical cabin.

"Perhaps, it's time to put an end to all this......"

The cold light from inside the cabin reflected his skeletal helmet, and Julius Robert Omar's face was in the light on one side, while the other was hidden in the shadows.

Wail.

Reader question and answer time

1. Is the pony's new holster pinched by the pony himself or pinched by Pepe with a paw pad!

A: Look at the title, that's how the horse is out of blue.

2. Does Rami have any other work besides developing Reka coffee and some Pepe's work? I feel very idle.,Will hit it off with the pony and get the whole job.

A: Lamy was actually supposed to do something chaotic, but the author was hit by a severe flu and two financial demon raids in a short period of time. So he collected his team members on the boat first (?) ）

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