Robert Killiman, Ultramariner Genotype, the Emperor's thirteenth son, owner of Marcurag's Flare, the regent of the Unremembered Empire, and the man with what may be the best multi-threaded contemplative wet piece (mistaken) in the entire universe, is currently staring at the younger scaled-down version of Roger Dorn as it appears in front of him, experiencing the feeling of a real overload outage for the first time in his extraordinary life.

Opposite Kiliman, who was down, the young mortal who would have reminded him of his previous regent of the Empire looked at him and laughed.

"Today we said we were going to go to the cafeteria together after the class, but we found that you went alone and didn't say hello to us?"

He walked past the Blackarmor Priest, and the peculiar scent and smell he had smelled before was even more apparent.

"It's not good to sneak away, oh little Robert~"

Killiman realized that this mortal psyker was likely very familiar with his current body and was often with him.

Belch. Luckily, I was prepared to put on my helmet, he thought, hoping they wouldn't find it too unusual.

The corners of his robe and the playful epilogue slid over his legnails, "Oops—little Robert, are you trying to take the mountain and stand on your own—"

"Nope!" A quick, resolute denial blurted out loudly before he could react more appropriately, and through the eyepiece of his helmet, Killiman could clearly see the obvious look of surprise on the other man's face.

Worst. I should be more cautious, he thought, before figuring out what was going on here, who they were, and where I was.

"I mean," he began to make some excuse for his gaffe, "no, I just wanted to get there early and wait for you guys." Well, I mean, maybe a little surprised. ”

"I see." Young Dorne, or the being in the skin of young Dorne, spoke first, temporarily relieving Kiliman, who had experienced the feeling of "cold sweat on his back" that the original would never have experienced in theory.

"I think Robert may have been trying to grab two freshly baked cinnamon apple peach pies for us through the decapitation operation. It does have to be faster. At this time, maybe the last few furnaces will be sold. ”

Cinnamon what? What kind of pie to grab? Are he sure he's talking about food and not some code code? For example, alluding to some kind of weapon test that is about to get results?

Killiman stood there, feeling his brain racing uncontrollably again, trying to find a possible outcome from the paradoxical fog.

"Well, that makes sense, then what are we waiting for, don't delay, let's go over together." The mortal youth immediately announced, tightening his robes and straining the staff in his hand.

"Besides, I just wanted to point out to you that your walking speed is too slow, and that it will hold us back in the battle in front of the window."

"Thank you, oh, thank you so much for pointing it out! Dear brother! If not, psionic energy is completely disabled there! Hehehehehe. May I also point out, should you put on your helmet before going to the cafeteria? ”

The handsome but fragile mortal showed no fear or anger in the face of a space marine's rebuke, but instead a distinct smirk hung on his face, and Kiriman's eyes caught in the subtle changes in pitch and body language: the young man did feel offended but not really angry about it, but retorted with an affectionate anger.

Because the thirteenth primordial didn't react when he saw that "Dorne" actually listened to it, as if he knew the result of his words but had to say it, so he just shrugged his shoulders slightly after listening to it and accepted it, and really put on his helmet again.

Once again, Kiriman felt himself starting to go down. Dorne ...... Regardless of whether it was or not, Dorne was really like a trumpet version of Dorne in every way except for Power Armor, but...... He thought to himself that Dorne would have been so good-tempered and would have done such a move?!

But for some reason, the conversation that just happened between the two made Killiman less nervous - wait, what did he just call him? "Dear brother"?!

Even in his own Otrama Five Hundred World...... Can mortals and Astarte monks be called so casually? Also, according to the meaning of this mortal psyker's words, although he is a psyker, he is not strictly restricted elsewhere, is he?

Kiriman silently followed the two latecomers on their way to what they called the "officers' canteen" (now he could only secretly hope that it was really a literal canteen) while silently observing the two of them.

Indeed, while he didn't know exactly what rank this psyker was, the vigilance of a natural warrior from the deepest instincts kept him from being easily deceived by his weak appearance.

This guy's psionic powers were probably one of the strongest of any mortal he'd ever met, and he was unbridled and uninhibited about himself - no psionic hoods, no psionic collars, no shackles, not even any ornamental psionic controllers, purity sigils, even imperial tattoos, shiny earrings, rings, bracelets, armbands, and belts were genuine jewels and even more genuine psionic magic items!

And he's just on his way to the cafeteria now! Just to get to the cafeteria faster! Just for such a trivial trifle! In front of the two Astartes, who were obviously affiliated with the loyalist legion, they openly summoned the psionic energy floating frisbee to take over!

This is a complete disregard and betrayal of Nikea's resolution! He wanted to roar and capture the lawless psyker to the local Imperial Institution immediately. But the presence of Trumpet Dorne temporarily held back the raging anger in his heart that he already wanted to go to the principal here to discuss the matter.

Speaking of which, this "Dorne" is also a bit strange, at first glance, he is wearing the Mark IV power armor of the Astarte Order, but most of it is painted white, and there are many devices and mechanical arms that Kiliman has never seen but can probably guess the purpose of.

But when he looked more closely now, he understood where the lingering sense of disobedience came from: although the style of the cuirass and other places did look like the Mark IV at first glance, the subtly modified curvature, the longer and taller parts, the better layout of the internal parts, the lighter servo noise, etc., could no longer be called the Mark IV, but a new model of high-performance power armor with a Mark IV shell.

Where and who designed it? Mars? Or which institute casts the world? Why had he never seen such a genius design? And it looks like it's already in production? From the moment he fell on the pride of the Emperor, what happened in this universe?

With this doubt and a growing uneasy premonition of downtime, he walked to the door of the officer's canteen with the two men who appeared to be his friends and companions.

++ Killiman on the eve of the Emperor's Advent or St. Giles's Day Special Episode Down++

++To be continued ++

Wail.

Love Luo Bao of Advent? There are also in the evening

(End of chapter)