Bella Karn casts the world over

Deep space orbits around the stars

Destiny Steel

The Commander's Office

Impoverished by a spell from a powerful psyker, flying parchment rolls, tablets, and seals shuttle through the office like a swift flying through a cliff cavern looking for a nest of document sorting boxes where it should land.

Parogov sat next to his good friend Julius, the helmeted pharmacist who sorted all the pending documents for him with superhuman speed, and quickly sharpened enough quill tips and poured ink for him, as the latter wrote a non-stop quill, and civil and trade documents were piled up on the desk and the two walls next to the desk, far ahead of almost everyone in the room, except for Perturabo himself.

Ishtar - Brother "Saad" now tells everyone to call himself that, is in another corner struggling with a tangle of old and new contemplatives and cables, apparently in order to extract the data in its entirety and not destroy them, the new company commander has used some dizzying tricks and horrific inhuman precision to make all the tools and input devices in the mechanical toolbox dance under his command.

According to the aftermath of a war blacksmith who tried to sneak on, he said, "I can't figure it out, I really can't figure it out, I can't understand why he can do it?" How did he do it? Is this really what a dreadnought Astarte can do? ”

A low, angry roar rang out in the office.

"Shanto! I'm warning you! The next time I put any strange lip lines on the document, I'll put it on you (the following is too inappropriate to be given to loyal Imperial citizens)! ”

The war blacksmith smiled, staring at the other side in the gap of the hill-like pile of papers, and after getting the parchment scroll that he needed to process next, he looked at the first consecutive championship. At the same time, he happily replied to the roar of his old colleague.

"Dear Soltarn, you should enjoy the beauty of being oppressed by our master and turn it into more passionate motivation, instead of spending your precious energy on venting on me."

The old stonemason's reaction to this answer was to sigh deeply with a look of "ahhhhhh

[Uh, Pepe, has Chanto always been like this before.] I think he was a playful but very clever war blacksmith, and while he was describing some facts, it always sounded weird. 】

[Ignore him, he knows where the bottom line is, you should be ......] The original body border pastor divided 0.0001 microseconds from his busy schedule to recall some statements that are easy for Ramizane to understand, [You just think of him as an innocent three-thousand-year-old virgin magician with a lot of talking and playing with a lot of character baggage. 】

[Oh oh, I would have understood if I said this earlier, this kind of character is just a design! ] It's a classic, I've got it perfectly. 】

[It's good that you understand. 】

[So how long do we have to deal with files like this?] I mean, we've been spinning around for forty-eight hours at a time, and we've finally been able to get to the file from fifteen years ago......]

[This speed is barely enough.] The planet even makes stats a lot easier because there is no local biosphere. Plus, you're only responsible for providing the extra computing power that everyone needs, how? You're not trying to tell me you're sleepy, are you? The shepherd lifted the frame of the device on the bridge of his nose and glanced at his own body sitting in the mechanical throne with the LOGOS power armor and head data cable all connected to the biological relay cable.

[I'm actually just mentally sleepy, but Pepe, you should have to sleep for a long time every day, is it really okay to work continuously like this?] Maybe you can take care of some things and take care of the follow-up automatically with me, and then go and take a break? 】

The dog paused.

[It's okay, I can use a timed hypnosis device to rest the brain partitions.] 】

[Huh?] This is not the ...... used by Astarte]

[Yes, so don't worry. 】

[Okay.] 】

Ninety minutes later, the stuffed demon announced on everyone's communication channels that he had learned that a new menu was on the officer's cafeteria, and that he needed to eat a fresh charcoal-grilled beef belly with soft-boiled eggs right away.

"Yes, so," the Defiant said fearlessly, breaking the soft background of the office made up of the rustle of quills moving on parchment and the crunching of contemplatives.

The primordials and space marines who were immersed in actuarial analysis, asset valuation, fixed asset inventory, import and export trade documents, and a large number of binary raw data, which were difficult to read, looked up with trance expressions one by one.

"You can rest for one hundred and twenty minutes for dinner and personal business, and then come back here until we have our business done for the last three days."

Even after deciding to completely dedicate himself to following the path of his fallen Father of Genes, Danat Lysander, who still considers himself loyal to humanity at heart, felt that at this moment, the Lord of Chaos and the Lord of Iron really seemed to have a divine halo of salvation on his head.

Of course, several Iron Warriors were happy to grant his wish for the Father of Genes, and at this moment, the members of the company in the officer's cafeteria who were waiting for a new meal in the window on defense and offense shivered inexplicably.

In the end, only Lamizan in the office was left with the fourth primordial body, the fourth primordial who became a border collie, the third primordial in the intrepid and the petite and delicate fifteenth primordial.

"Uh-huh, that's really ......" Ishtar, who had stayed in the office, Vograim from afar, walked over and deftly untied all the connecting data cables for Ramizane.

"Oh my God, thank you, three- I mean, Fogham, thank goodness you didn't have all that red tape when you connected them, and I was going to get a mechanical sage to help me out, but they just saw the image of this seat and said they were going to spend hours singing the Om Messiah to this miracle creature - but this thing was just a simple interface assembly made out of hand!"

"Whatever you were going to say," Daring Daught of the Phoenix shrugged like a real person, "you can call me Ishtar, or I'm afraid all the heirs will be extremely uneasy here." Besides, it's normal for mortals to not understand the methods used by the primordials, don't mind, Lamizan, if I may call you that. ”

"Yes, Ishtar, of course."

The Holstead sneered in his fearlessness.

At this moment, a special line communication from the bridge sounded.

Peturabo glanced at it, "Ramizane, the 'rabbit' you've been waiting for is coming. ”

The person who heard the news sat up straight.

"Finally! Great, we can ...... But wait?! ”

Wail.

So we can see that a certain dog has to take some responsibility for Lami's strange impressions of Astarte for the sake of lazy metaphors...... (No Mercy)

Ishtar chose to use this name for a long time to give RH Meifeng, in fact, it is not my first choice, but because the more suitable name Anat has unfortunately been polluted by a news figure recently (hey) for fear of misunderstanding, anyway, Ishtaar, Anat, Astarte, Aphrodite, Venus are all of the same origin, so you can use it like this...... （。 ）

(End of chapter)