"I refuse! I refuse!!! A beautiful green-eyed mortal psychic advisor, Uthelma Atra screamed as he clung to his staff as he watched as a circle of watchful hoops watched, but thankfully he remembered to pronounce only his physical vocal cords instead of psionic screams.

"You can't do this to me! It's not the same as saying yes! My brothers! Help me! ”

An incomparably thick aura of psionic energy surrounded him, almost condensing into a colossal shell of flesh that seemed to be nonexistent - if seen by someone like Azek Ahriman or Iskandar Kayan, or anyone else who had survived from 10,000 years ago, it would have recognized it as the famous image of their genetic father. "Say a thousand things and ten thousand, why don't you come by yourself?!"

"Ahh That's just a sacrifice for you, Ma'athatra—" Ramizane was changing clothes on the other side of the room, his camouflage device making him look like a tall mortal, he put one foot in his new boots with the help of the Hoop Mechanic, and Vannas was trying to act as a makeshift attendant with a straight face—Ahalim had followed his company to Bela Karn—the Raven Guard applied hairspray to the captain's wig with his fingers for the blaster.

Someone was snickering, "After all, we don't have anyone here who is more suitable than Ling!" ”

"I refuse——!!! This will be a demon for the rest of my life!! I can't have such a weakness in anyone's hands!! The psionic advisor's face was full of grief and indignation, "That's right! You can pull my unsuccessful son up and do this! I remember that his grades in the biochemistry department were okay! I'm going to pour ...... on him."

"Alright, take away your psionic exoskeleton! Horse - Athal! I don't want to do another balance sheet from Friedch! It's 10,000 times more difficult to level than to make year-end accounts for Clerk Nurgle! An extremely grumpy electronic growl came from the other end of the room, accompanied by the sound of claw tips tapping input devices so hard that they nearly cracked them.

"And! Maatra! I didn't even say anything to my character, what are you still writhing around and pinching there?! Play your part! Don't try to stay out of it! The dog grinded his teeth, "Or I'm going to kick you in the ass right now and kick you into the Comorian arena!" ”

[Pepe, even if he is now a mortal body, what should a dog ......]

[Shut up!!] 】

[Why is your black and white dog so bad-tempered now.] Let me suck your fragrant ear hair——]

[Ahhh Rami Zane! I'm warning you! Wait a while, if you dare to speak with this kind of clip sound, I will ......]

[You're just?] 】

[I really want to bring the end of this universe (ET)!] 】

[Does it sound like this word has been used once in Nottingham?] 】

[Perhaps.] The dog rudely interrupted Lamizane's thoughts, "But that has nothing to do with us. If you want to be punctual to welcome the visiting Mechist, then don't procrastinate, your shirt collar is flipped over your coat! 】

......The man who was distracted by the collar of his shirt hurriedly began to adjust his collar in the mirror.

"Uh, that's not, it's not, the question is!" The grief-stricken psionic advisor was unwittingly set up by two hoop soldiers, dragged like a helpless kitten to the luxurious screen-style floor-to-ceiling mirror, and then the ornate contempt fearlessly walked in with a light and perfect step.

"Don't worry, although this dreadnought body is not quite suitable now, I am still very confident, my brother, no one can see through your disguise."

Seeing the pile of large and small boxes in Daring Do and all kinds of tools that he could not name himself, the fifteenth primordial body in the emaciated mortal body let out a (somewhat over-lively) cry of despair in the metal fingers of the iron ring.

"Really! You swear! You swear! ”

Dreadnought's voice carried a long-lost smile and a sad prudence, "Of course, Ma'atrah, I can swear to the heroic soul of every child in my legion. ”

The psionic advisor's voice was as thin as a gnat, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. He said weakly. For everything he saw in that unexpected break-in ritual.

The determined and tenacious survivor shook his head, "Don't worry, after all, this is not the other place, and I am not him." ”

Dreadnought then walked over with a pile of paraphernalia in a graceful stride of strength, and Ramizane noticed that the distance he took was exactly the same, and if there was a difference, it was a matter of Dreadnought's limit, not his. "Let's get started."

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It has been perhaps one hundred and eighty standard Terra years since the Sage of Nilanvilla first woke up in the cultivation tank, recognized his existence, and was chosen for his excellent logical abilities to be further transformed to serve the God of All Machines, due to the disturbances of the intermediate calendar and the complicated conversion relationship - it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, we just praise the Ohm Messiah, and the eternal stillness of Bella Karn. "She" thought.

Her metallic gel appendages squirmed under the long-distance running embroidered with the edges of the gears, the presence of small and dexterous and powerful things that allowed her massive body to move less than the others, and when she stepped out of the Destiny Steel's connecting bridge, only a slight rustle accompanied her steps.

This small movement was completely obscured by the movement of more servo skulls flying around her: those singing hymns in praise of the Om Messiah, the sacred incense burners used by the Mechachans, the parchment scrolls that spit out the words and deeds of the sages at any time, and her loyal Alpha Cathar following her.

The first thing that hits your face is clean, comfortable and warm air.

This makes all visitors who are still able to breathe and feel help but slow down and take a deep breath of the almost sweet air of this place.

Very good. Nelan Villa Sage thought to himself, the air purifying effect he had never felt before. It seems that the ship has a well-functioning and very good air purification and conditioning equipment, most likely a precious antique, and she has moved the priority of "getting this boat into her own hands" up two levels in her to-do database list.

This priority then increased as she followed the leading servants to the banquet hall, eventually staying at the alpha level of "I must be the first to get this ship".

The door to the banquet hall opened.

Nilanvera's mechanical light-sensing pupils contracted.

Wail.

The second is more in the code in the code

Let's put this out first

(End of chapter)