Thousands of kilometers above the surface of the earth, the chill of death from the dark void surrounds Lysander.

Is this white-haired man who completely subverts his long-standing impression of the genetic prototype and his father, but the real feeling is not wrong, is really the Roger Dorn he and his warband have known for 10,000 years?

But if, if Lysander was willing to sacrifice all of his past and his past glory into the Dark Abyss, then the Primordial would finally be able to return to the mountain and lead the Fist of the Empire......

Beads of sweat quietly oozed from his forehead for some time.

Is it better to wake up from this dream, or do you want to keep doing it?

On the other side at the same time.

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Destiny Steel

The atmosphere is harmonious, the clothes are fragrant, and the sideburns (?) Hall of the Twelve Gods

It is well known that followers of the Ohm Messiah are often difficult to please by the pleasures or hospitality of mortals.

It's just that they've dedicated themselves to a higher purpose and god, and their flesh and blood are weak, and the pleasure of serving the knowledge of the gods of all machines is far greater than the mundane pleasures of the mundane—well, that's what the priests probably mean most of the time when they face the people of the Empire, the Astral Legions, or some Astarte Order.

But the mechanical thinking circuits of the Sage of Nilanvilla, who had now taken her seat, had become lazy, and she no longer wanted to hide anything too much, unless it was too out of line - the pre-set code within her appendages and the secondary processing unit would help her not reach the point of gaffe.

And while her loyal cathar Alpha and the other warriors were still holding their weapons tightly and dutifully targeting the space wolf space marine, who didn't know why she didn't move, but instead stared at her like a crow, they had unwittingly drunk more of the drink made of the Craft White Grosco Woman and the refined promethium than normal, well, they couldn't be blamed completely, could they?

After all, Nilan Vera's mechanical oral sensors and the information she had obtained from the cathars' datalinks all told her that all of this food and drink, which looked fresh and delicious, and was actually fresh, was actually freshly flavored with freshly removed lemon zest, real spice botanical brews, and pure table ethanol.

It's too extravagant.

That's all she felt about the welcome banquet now, and as a competent mechanical sage with his brain and backup memory units in his chest and lower back, and the main power reactor and memory storage units in his amputated uterus and ovaries, this kind of concentration was rare.

Therefore, it is normal for the sages who come here with the thought of "I want it all" to naturally feel unconsciously increased in their hearts about everything here, right?

At the same time, she also seemed much more patient with the awkward chatter of the businessman's wandering family owner.

And he was babbling about how adorable his dog was with a deep, penetrating voice like a hammer falling on an anvil perfect for reciting binary prayers and mechanical hymns. Hmph, the extravagant and useless little hobby of the Rogue Traders, they always keep some expensive and rare ornamental pets, such as another merchant captain she knows, and even keep Xenomorphs on their own ships.

Okay, that black-and-white furry four-legged creature is really eye-catching, and Nelanvilla Sage won't admit that his sensors 3 and 4 have scanned the hair on its head and tail many times, but flesh creatures are too fragile to eternal metal, knowing that its fur is comparable to wool and cashmere doesn't mean much to steel limbs, and the Cult of the Mechanicus has its own way of measuring heat.

"Nelan Villa Sage?"

Oh, why is she distracted again? The representative of the sage turned the front of the female mask in the direction of the questioning sound.

The man who was too perfect by the standards of flesh and blood, or by the measure of mechanical eyes, was raising his glass at her, and the stupid Star Whisperer girl next to him, who only knew how to hang her head and tremble, was a waste of her natural beauty, and perhaps she could ask for this girl later, and the body would be a servant and the psionic brain could be used for Geller's field experiments...... What's wrong with this psionic counter? Is the sensor broken? Why can't I display the numbers? What a hassle......

"May the light of the Om Messiah keep your sensors healthy forever, sage." Well, she could graciously forgive the handsome captain for his lame compliment, if only he could be a little more amenable in the future......

Several metal appendages of the Mechanical Sage poked out from under her robe with viscous gel, one holding a video servo skull so that she could record the beauty and details of the feast for future purposes for her own banquet here, and one sent some pre-written parchment scrolls to the table, with the deeds she was going to have the Rogue Trader sign in High Gothic and sacred binary language, The last one reached out to Captain Kalosini's hateful handsome face as her own hand raised her glass.

At this moment, several rays of light flashed through the mechanical aperture of her mask.

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and on the other side of the temporary psionic communication channel.

（…… Uh-aa-ah, I thought I was just going to sit here and talk to her for an hour or two, and then change her name before she could go back. But it seems that the situation is somewhat ...... I mean, she and her subordinates are completely unaware that their appearance has started to become very problematic? ）

(That's how the Plague God's cognitive filter works.) Since one of our commissioners hasn't sent a message back yet, Ramizane, you'll have to talk to her a few more words. Oh, and you! Don't think I can do a little bit of something while I'm slow typing! Horse - Athal! ）

(It's Utherma Atra, well, I really can't help it, I'm starting to feel like I've been in ...... The Changing Spirits I've seen are very clean and tidy compared to the Demon Meat Pieces and Chaos Eggs, please, who can do something quickly, I feel like I'm itching all over, I can't control my hands! I'm going to throw psionic fireballs and lightning bolts at this rotten, smelly pile of mechanical meat! ）

(Then put your head down, hold back, just endure it for a while and it will pass.) ）

(It's easy to say, it's not as easy to appease the rampaging psionic as you think.) ）

(Thank you for your complaints, Ma'athatra, I'm not Kiriman, I know what it feels like to use psionic energy.) ）

(Ma'atra's experience sounds so rich, can you tell me about it later?) I said, how long is it going to talk, is that the corpse water under her robe, I said! The same can happen with mechanical limbs?! Wait, wait, (Gutera's foul mouth), what does her pus-dripping tentacle and rotten teeth want to do?! ）

(O Prospero sky!) Stay back! ）

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A golden cup filled with wine fell to the ground.

Make a crisp jingle sound.

The air in the ballroom was filled with the strong smell of ozone, burning, charred ash and sinky swamp mud being roasted, and the rotten metal melted by plasma, hot melt beams, and jet flames hissed through the scarce biomass and onto the floor, making a mess of the fine carpets and floors.

The frightened fifteenth primordial remained in his casting stance, the afterglow of the wildest psionic storm of the vast ocean still pulsing around his fingertips.

Ramizane blinked, looking at the shield that spread out in front of him and the mechanical sage in front of him, who had been pre-ambushed in the walls around the banquet hall by a group of iron-clad mechmen armed with plasma and hot melt cannons.

Vannus slowly rose from the shadows on the other side of the hall as he drew the vast majority of the first wave of the cathar's lethal radiation weapons.

The black and white flower dog sat on his high sofa with a blank face, looking at everything coldly.

"Wow." Lamizane concluded, "It looks like our contest has come to an end." ”

Wail.

The plan is to go to the third Dantiok interlude first (because I forgot the name of Biao Dantiok (you) when I sent the Dantiok interlude two yesterday), and I may have to expand the interlude of the phoenix because of a small accident (?). Or simply write it into the body line after it

UMM, it's not particularly pleasant, Dantiok interlude three, it's all gentle three interludes, someone has to eat the iron fist

(End of chapter)