There is no doubt that while Peturabo has been able to track his target perfectly so far until he digs up the nest of meowow potatoes, it is a bit difficult to do anything further.

In fact...... It's not impossible to rush in and take down the Lane kittens in one fell swoop, but to use his power and suffer the inevitable consequences for such a trivial matter, Perturabo thinks that it is not worth it, both in terms of calculation and emotion.

What's more, according to previous experience, in most cases, if it is a chain of jumps, then it is not yet time to serve the main course, and there must be a bigger event behind it, and after the main event occurs, through some gadgets that he and himself have brought, the events composed of the fate of countless people, or the countless intertwined variables and infinity in the "knot", can allow Peturabo to manipulate the details or collect information.

Ramizane would have referred to him as "My Dog Agent Peturabo", and if anyone else made such a declaration, it would undoubtedly be confronted with the wrath of the Iron Lord and the Iron Blood, and perhaps a chance to taste a special experience package that would kill fifty times, oh, and it would make some of the B**CHs in the pink-purple palace with a bad taste and smell as big and as many as a leather drum to let out a scream that would make the eardrums burst (physically).

The dog sniffled in disgust, but if Ramizane Kalosini was going to say that, it would be ...... He was happy, just as Peturabo had privileges here with Lamizane Kalosini, and Lamizanne had immunity here with Petulabo.

The dark angels of this mother-in-law didn't know what they were still stirring up in that small building, the place was completely an ordinary house, and the experience of stuffing three or four big guys in it would not be very good, but they were still talking inside, and the border herds who were spying on them allowed themselves to spare a second of precious brain power to think about the missing members of the Iron Blood.

Although there were a few of the ten men who were missing, Perturabo thought for himself that even if they were to be thrown to where Ramizane was, they would have survived well, well, maybe one or two would have done a much better job than here.

But BC's big plans were just getting on track, and it was too early to think about the minutiae as a backup pastime while he waited and then put them in a memo that might be forgotten.

The black-and-white sheepdog found a place in a crevice on the side of the street that could not be accessed by humans, and quietly observed the two-story building and waited, not caring about the dust staining his beautiful fur, but fortunately this was a city on the edge of the desert, and the ground was at least not damp.

The conversation inside was deliberately low-voiced, and only a vague movement could be heard, and it seemed that they were about to move, because Perturabo heard the sound of someone opening the cabinet door, and it was probably the need to go out - the Space Marines in this kind of place are not like the body of a certain primordial who loves to eat and drink, and loves salted fish, what a long time I haven't seen soon, come in for a cup of tea and have a meal - their actions are mostly accompanied by efficiency and purpose, Just as they accepted that the designed organs and surgeries were invented.

If he can keep it within a certain distance around the target, then even after the next return jump, his new jump point will not deviate too far through some magical calculations that only certain primitives can complete, and it is of course more convenient and accurate to place his special small beacon directly on the target or the place where the target will stay for a long time, but this time the following environment does not seem to be suitable for dogs to play like this, so it can only be done for the time being.

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Lamizan thought for a moment, and then thought about it, and before he spoke, he tried to conceive of how to speak, and for this reason, he constructed no less than a hundred possible scenarios for the subsequent development of the branch.

Although he was actually worried about everyone who disappeared, he didn't know how to express it or how to express it properly, so in the eyes of Dassadra and Maxim, the Iron Lord who summoned them to the office did not say a word, but his face became more serious and gloomy, Maxim was still fine, and Tess Dassadera began to reminisce in his mind about the "unprecedented pomp" when the Iron Lord and his legion were met.

"So." Finally, the tall figure of the demigod sitting behind his desk spoke—well, yes, Maxim was told the truth after the Crimson Road tore through the galaxy, many monks mysteriously disappeared, the ship was under martial law again, and officers needed to be re-elected, and then he accepted the fact that he was led by a Chaos Primordial more easily than he imagined, and so did his fighting brothers, in fact, everyone is not stupid, everyone has doubts in their hearts, but to be honest, everything here is too good, So much so that everyone tacitly does not go to any pot or open it.

It was self-defeating, but what made Maxim breathe a sigh of relief was that the boots finally fell, and the result was much better than they expected, and in fact it was not much worse than the best they expected, which made it much easier to accept, and Rami Zayn let go of his worries about the young people a little, and the original words were "Whatever or whatever the reason behind the original warband, the only remaining genetic children of the true knights deserve a better life, Perturabo, I don't agree that the Empire's original treatment is worthy of them, that the glory of the dead is to the dead, and the future of the living is to the living. ”

All the subsequent efforts to save the GIs, the missing ones, were carried out in an orderly manner, but what the novices of the 10th Company did not know was that their smooth self-persuasion was hard to say whether it was due to Hongso's pre-operation and the hypnotic sound waves that secretly played in the dormitory of the 10th Company every night, which Peturabo would not tell them about.

"As it stands, all of the impact on Bellakagen's foundry capacity comes from dangerous reserves and imports of grain, fresh water and rare ores." The Iron Lord sat behind his desk and looked at the two officers in front of him, "So I need you to take a trip to a nearby planet first, how about it?" ”

Dasadra breathed a sigh of relief, he relaxed his tense muscles, and began to concentrate on preparing to take over the battle mission given to him by the Lord of Steel, he said that he knew that many agricultural planets were abundant, in the past, due to the size of the warbands and the inability to rule for a long time, the cost and sustainability of raiding the grain on the route was better than directly raiding the agricultural world, but if the Lord of Steel allowed it, he Dassadra would be willing to be the precursor of the original body after receiving the order, and he could return to Medrengard immediately, Pull up a sizable army of space marines and auxiliaries, and first knock down two of the rich planets on the nearby route and dedicate them to the Father of Genes......

Maxim showed the appearance of "I really haven't done anything bad, but I know I'm going to do it and I'm determined to do something decent", and he also emphasized that he repeatedly expressed his determination to Lami Zayn: follow the veterans, he will do what the veterans do, shoot when they should shoot, burn, kill, rob, grab, and grab, and never be ambiguous, even if they are the CSM of the Lord of Steel, they will be the best CSM here!

The two men succeeded in choking the second half of Lamizan's words, "So which of you is more likely to do business."

Wail.

Two have, yards

(End of chapter)