Now, the main sensor of the head of the Sage of Nilanvilla is a hall that has surpassed the word "magnificence" and reached the level of "extravagance" by the standards of the forty-first millennium.

Although over the centuries, as members of the Council of Machines, the Technologists have often engaged in lavish social events, especially when a delegation of the nobles of Sintila or a visitor from Otlama arrives with a plea of help, and the mere reception often consumes an entire year's budget and resources.

So when the sensors under her head and robes looked around the unusually large space again, she had to admit that even though the Rogue Trader seemed to be in decline for various reasons, the contents of this banquet hall were worthy of his ancient license pact from the divine Omesiah License.

Check out these precious but well-preserved antiques! The soul of all machines! Wait a minute! Is the wood used for these furniture, tables and chairs narr? Praise be to the great Ohm Messiah! Is there an antique coffee machine there?! She's not mistaken?! Several of the mechanical-hydraulic tentacles of the Sage of Nilanvera scurried under her robes, almost out of desperation to grab the treasure.

Someone in the hall couldn't help but cough.

The displeasure of being disturbed made the Servant of the Om Messiah turn in exasperation the mask of her gleaming metallic feminine face, the distance measuring unit in her eyes shimmering crimson as it turned, and as the gel and metal appendages under the sage's robe creeped again, she saw a sight of legendary beauty that even herself, who had replaced ninety-six .eighty-five percent of herself with a mechanical and bionic unit, could not resist.

The first is this hall.

The space for this hall was too wasteful in contrast to the usual dark and inevitably exposed and unorthodox spaces on ships, which were not only regular, but even ornate marble, bronze, and iron sculptures, and the floors that reflected the glow of the ornate chandeliers overhead were paved with patterned marble, though many places were now obscured by thick woven carpets.

While her appendage gel will corrode those beautiful and expensive carpets, there's no denying the soft touch of walking on them does make the tech sage's emotional logic unit less rigid.

Then there is the creature beauty that makes the soul tremble.

"Ohm the Messiah is above!"

Golden lumens poured like sunlight on the dynastic throne at the end of the hall, on which sat the final creature capable of illustrating the greatest genetic engineering effects of humanity with real-life examples.

His bright ice-blue eyes under his black hair were worth a thousand words, and although he was not handsome in the usual sense, but his face was as tall and solemn as an ancient sacred mountain, the coolant flow rate increased by thirty-six percent in an instant, and the mechanical priest almost immediately decided that even if the mechanical transformation was carried out next, the real head of the Wandering Rogue Dynasty master should be completely preserved.

While she will always be a devout servant of the Messiah of Ohm, she is convinced that destroying such a bag of flesh and blood, which represents the ultimate in human genes, is a real waste even for a mechanical priest.

When she was finally able to pull her burning gaze away from the head of the Kalosini family, who had begun to cough again, a vigorous and nameless flame began to burn the sage's central processing unit unbearably.

For Nilan Vera's lens now saw the embodiment of seduction standing beside the head of the house: a dark-skinned female astral with a truly otherworldly beauty just by standing there.

A jeweled masking band with delicate embroidery of golden eyes stretched across her perfectly smooth forehead, and underneath it was a pair of blue-green eyes that were more beautiful than any blue-green spectrum that a sage of Niranvilla had ever seen, and the long, thick black eyelashes drooped slightly, and the lips that were ripe like red pomegranate seeds could tug at the heartstrings of any human being, male or female, who was trying to spy on her beauty.

Her long, voluminous bright black hair curled at the ends and fell softly over her suffocating waist, and a few strands were delicately braided into small gold ornaments in the shape of lotus flowers, beetles, and skulls at the ends and in the middle, which were cleverly braided into a subtle and elegant crown at the top of her head, while curling the loose strands. On top of her black, gold, and silver-gray satin robe, a brooch in the shape of a halo skull pinned her Greek shawl, her hands clutched her staff, cat's eye jewel-effect galactic nail polish adorning her fragrant skin.

In particular, the extremely strong and bright aura displayed on her body in the psionic lens was in great contrast to her helpless and shy girlish posture in the optical lens, and the sage noticed with some displeasure that even the hormone and biochemical levels of the cathar alpha who had undergone chemical castration had very insignificant fluctuations after seeing this star whisperer girl with miraculous beauty.

Next to the girl was a high sofa, on which sat a black and white pet dog with what could also be called very beautiful, with fluffy and shiny fur, its snow-white mane hanging from under the jaw to the wolf's toes, shining white gold in the golden artificial sunlight. It's hard to determine if the expression on its furry face is unhappy, but the falling moonsilver skull under its fine adamantite collar (part of the logic processing unit of the Sage of Nilanvera is going berserk at such a disrespectful waste), its clean, fragrant fur, and its snow-white, rounded claws all speak for it.

The last presence that brought the boiling brain tank of Nilanvera back to normal levels was a tall space mariner wearing a helmet, a blaster and pale gray-blue power armor decorated with wolf skins, claws, fangs, and runes, standing on the other side of the Rogue Trader's throne, and the mechanical sage immediately flagged the warrior with the wolf's head emblem painted on his shoulder armor as a threat, while targeting several points of fire on him.

The maiden, the pet dog, and the majestic man on the throne form a wonderful picture of the beauty that does not exist in this universe, and the visitor hesitates or simply admires it for a long time at the door of the hall.

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On the other side of the hall, Maatra had opened up a temporary psionic communication channel.

(Why didn't she come over yet?) Isn't our teaming component not similar enough? ）

(*some kind of grinding tooth sneer*, this hall is set up enough to accommodate my brothers, and this shoddy mechanical monster had better not be embarrassed.) ）

(How long will I wear this slit skirt?!) I felt a cold wind blowing on the base of my thighs!!!! Uhh I'm going to catch a cold! ）

（…… IMHO, your model ...... You wore less than that wizarding armor on the wizarding planet. ）

(That's not the outermost layer!) ）

(Stupid people don't catch a cold.) Alright, Ramizane, you tell Vannus to hold back! Space wolves don't burrow into the shadows! ）

(Okay, okay, Vannas, bear with me, legs remember to split the stop and look rude.) ）

(By the way, why did he have to pretend to be a space wolf?) It made me feel so bad that I wanted to throw psionic fireballs at him. ）

(Because it's going to be a Space Wolf, it's a shame we don't have more people to make a more correct standard team of Ronin Traders.) ）

(I really don't understand what you're thinking.) ）

(But I'm very happy.) ）

(It's good if you're happy.) ）

Wail.

Sweat

It's still a test for me to write about the beauty of the pony (big mistake) and not be too excessive......

(End of chapter)