The body of the Fourth Primordial Body, who was directly shocked by the onlookers and facts of the parties because of my insistence on an answer, is now lying on the couch in the office, looking up to the sky and making some kind of very ancient dramatic body language to express his inner shock and incomprehension.

"How can you ...... Ah, I can't think about that—" The former librarian, who covered his head and lay down slowly, screamed in the voice of the Iron Monarch, whose original owner had now learned to see through everything and face the distractions of the world with indifference.

"I mean?! How can you?! How can you?! When is he?! Everything has happened before just running in the head...... Peturabo, my head hurts! ”

"If you have a headache, lie down and rest for a while, don't get up." The Border Collie has sat on his couch throne and started to deal with the backlog of conversion data streams, not everyone can play there like someone else and then your work and the world will run on its own, said the wise black and white stuffed tyrant.

And Magner, no, the hoop soldier who is said to be the soul of a part of Roger Dorn, seems to be in a good mood, and goes out of his way to get a new Reca coffee and a half-leavened dough topped with hot Glocks meat.

And the Astartes, who had been apprehensive until a moment on the Iron Blood, also felt a certain of, uh, strange relief and euphoria at the same time, but in short, the alarm was lifted, and the loyal warriors hurried back to their posts, except for a few, well, Dassada and Maxim had to start asking for help from all over the world, who was better at the diplomatic, political, and import and export procedures of the Star Sector trade-

"Thanks, Magna - cough cough cough!" Turning his gaze away from the Ringed Soldier who handed him Reeka coffee, and holding the warm cup, Ramizane suddenly remembered a very important question.

[Peturabo!] Peturabo! He whispered in his mind to the Fourth Primordial.

[What's the matter?] Bian Mu was still sitting in his place working on the papers, but he still responded to someone's heart.

[I suddenly remembered, didn't you still see Roger Donne's face before? You were still in the interrogation room because of this...... Parogov opened fire! Why are you telling me now that Roger Dorn is everywhere on the Iron Blood? Are you ...... Yes? 】

[What can I say about this issue, let me say this, Lamizane. When you suddenly see a face that you are sure of where he is, and what state should this face be, and it is you who have installed it yourself...... How did you feel when the face of your flagship control center—in this subspace-powered galaxy—appeared before your eyes without warning? 】

[Uh, what's this...... Suspenseful horror movie scene - I seem to get it a little bit, so it's no wonder you just said later that he wasn't allowed to appear in front of you without a helmet. I was really worried that you were going to stuff Hun Suo into a macro cannon and hang Parogov as a specimen on the bridge...... Wait, so that accident in the pharmacist's laboratory can't be traced back to the specific picture? 】

[Except for the part of the macro cannon, indeed, but made into a specimen? I'm not some hobby of bad tastes," Dogpaw crackled through dozens of lines of code, adjusted the direction of a modified mastodon on Bella Karn, and knocked back the mastodon's aggrieved protest with a flurry of skilful binary profanities.

The black and white shepherd stopped what he was doing for a fraction of a second, and seemed to be carefully organizing some wording, [What was that accident...... IT WAS INDEED AN ACCIDENT, BECAUSE THE PART OF THE "PERSONALITY" OF ROGER DORN, WHOM YOU AND I CALL MAGNA MATER, SHOULD NOT HAVE APPEARED. I can only think that there is a ...... in our universe Well, I guess, in words you can understand, the phenomenon of "millions of gods on millions of things" is not exactly the same, but it's a quick explanation that you can understand very well. 】

[Wait!] You've confused me, our master control soul or ship ......, no, isn't the Iron Blood itself now Roger Dorne? I thought when you said, "This is part of Roger Dorne," you mean that it's a side of his personality? Isn't it? Wait, you're ......]

Sitting on the sofa, Lamizan suddenly remembered some speculations, explanations and sayings about Perturabo during this 10,000-year seclusion, and his eyes began to change when he looked at the black and white dog, "Don't you really make Roger Dorn ...... Some form of matter and then fused him into the Iron Blood?! This is also too perverted! Hey, I didn't say it, if that's the case, I can't stay in this place for a second! 】

[What? Take those ridiculous ...... you've seen Horror movies are all taken out of the head! It sounds like some of my brothers would do it, and some of the Chaos Gods and their fanatics would do it entirely, but I must not be among them,] the dog scoffed at this, [This is the same as the fundamental practice of many Chaos Rituals, well, I mean, it's no different from what most of the Imperial Relic producers are currently doing, so the answer is no, I didn't melt the Roger Dorn's soul and corpse into the Iron Blood. 】

[This sounds like a reassuring answer, but it also has a strange feeling of regret...... Then the question comes back to what is the state and situation of Roger Dorn himself here now? Ramizane muttered.

The dog's pad rattled a few new lines of command, [Well, it seems that in order to prevent you from thinking cranky, when I finish dealing with the problems of these freshwater purification recycling plants at hand, I can take you to see him, and then you will have a better understanding of what kind of situation he is in. 】

[Look at him?] This reply seems a little unexpected. [I mean, wait, did you really put your brother, a loyal primordial, on your flagship? Aren't you afraid of being taken away? Aren't you afraid that he will run away on his own? Do they know?! 】

[Of course.] Not so. Perturabo looked up, as if he had sent some code to the Ringman, and the other's mechanical eyes flashed violently back and forth between red and green, finally freezing on the reluctant green.

"Alright, come on, it's time for you to meet him officially."

"I'm nothing, wouldn't you mind going to see him? Peturabo. That's your least favorite ...... people. ”

"It was, and it should be." The dog jumped into the fearless of the contempt and folded the helmet of the crew compartment, "but there is something in the world that is much more advanced than this private emotion." ”

Wail.

SORRY, IT'S A LITTLE LATE TODAY, AND I DIDN'T WAKE UP AFTER SQUINTING FOR A WHILE.

(End of chapter)