Ramizane, Perturabo's Contempt Darew, and Dorne's Hookes are navigating through some deep secret passages inside the Iron Blood's hull.

Obviously, this was a trip that didn't fit anyone else, not even a 10,000-year-old veteran like Dassadra, so there were only three of them...... Well...... Let's call them three.

The sound of metal footsteps gradually became silent on the ground, at first, they were still walking in the normal passage, but the more they walked, the lights began to be replaced by colorful starlight, and the senses could feel more and more pressure from nowhere and the strange images flashed vaguely, the mechanical body seemed to be unaffected, and the dreadnought of the contempt seemed to have a protective function, so instead Lamizan, who used the original body that most resembled the flesh, was a little hesitant about this.

But luckily, he was under the protection of LOGOS, and he chose to wear the hideous skull mask helmet not long after his departure, so most of the feeling now should be his psychological effect.

"Don't worry, the labyrinth's passage has always been very safe." Perturabo walked behind his own shell, and at the front was Dorne's mechmen.

"Really, every time you say you are relieved...... "Obviously, if some owners want to get to the bottom of it, then the black and white iron lord will find that the other party has become less foolish.

"Really, it's just, oh, don't reach out and touch those transparent walls, well, there's a lot of trigger-type psionic treachery hidden in there."

“……”

The temperature around them began to get low, and the light seemed to be becoming scarce as if it had begun to be swallowed up by something, and they walked along the passage that had been circling repeatedly, and Ramizane suddenly found himself under his ankles with a white icy mist, which was churning with his progress, "It's like stirring a sea of milk." ”

"What?"

"Stirring the milk," he said to the two silent, tall, inhuman listeners awkwardly twice, "Oh, the Milky Sea is ......"

"I know what I'm talking about when I stir the sea of milk. Don't mention it here. The Holstead Dog's electronic voice sighed and cursed in a low voice, "(Gutera), our bad brother's terrible hobby is something that is everywhere and easy to mention. He raised his voice, "We're almost there." ”

"Really?" The voice of the Fourth Primordial said suspiciously, "You said before we left, 'It's not too far, just walk over there', but according to the inside of the LOGOS' armor, we're almost two Iron Bloods away - I can't believe it, I've never walked this far, I don't feel tired." ”

"Because we're just walking normally in the passage, shouldn't we be tired?"

"For my original physical condition, it is not possible to walk a few kilometers."

"So I've always thought that you were a little too cautious in the use of speed and power that you now wield," the shepherd seemed to shake his head, "but it's normal that this habit won't be changed for a while. ”

"But we're really coming." Pertulabo turned ahead, and Lamizan raised his gaze.

"How...... How? When......? Oh...... It's incredible......"

As if to show the beauty of a star's final destruction of the universe, an extremely brilliant starlight emerges from the extreme darkness, and the brilliant colors of each particle spectrum will be automatically marked by LOGOS to its deadly nature, these high-energy cosmic rays and elementary particles can instantly destroy any planet, galaxy and even entire civilization in their impact path by storms of their own energy - blowing away the entire planet's atmosphere, disabling the magnetic field, evaporating all the water on the earth's surface, blowing ionization storms, Radiation jets, gamma-ray bursts – you name a few.

But these moments of divine beauty may be as terrifying as the end of a civilization or even an entire race, and they are being confined by something intangible, so that this violent and primitive power is finally reduced to an object that looks like a fragile and beautiful decorative panel mounted on the door here.

When Lamizan followed Perturabo through the door that began with the end of the stars, a shiver spread throughout his body, and a certain realization suddenly made him realize that although they could still be said to be on the Iron Blood, they had already left the space where the Iron Blood was located, and the dimension had been magically transformed, but this transformation did not destroy their existing bodies, and he suddenly remembered that Perturabo had indeed said when he first disguised the Iron Blood as the Iron Destiny Steel, "We have pocket space here." ”

Yes, so this should be the other dimensional space connected to the Iron Blood, no wonder the Iron Lord can easily make such an incredible camouflage on a Glorious Queen-class battleship.

"The one on this door is ......"

"A personal souvenir, a smart doorbell, don't care about it."

“…… If you say that, it's even easier for people to care. ”

As her entire body stepped out of the door, Lamizan found her boot-clad foot on the solid, familiar ground.

The muscles were obviously not sore, but the wonderful mental experience still made him subconsciously stretch his shoulders, neck and limbs, "Where is this?" ”

He looked around and found himself in a large workshop or laboratory, with a very high distance from the top, the pipes above it could not be seen with the naked eye, and there were countless rows of cultivation tanks, workbenches, and other equipment and semi-finished products of unknown purpose and variety in the space, all of which were quietly in their respective positions, illuminated by lumens with cold tones, as if they had not been used for many years, but had been used many times.

"Wake up the lights." Peturabo took a step forward, "Guest Mode β. ”

With the sound of ticking, the whole space seemed to come alive, and the warm pale golden daylight lumens replaced the silvery blue cold light—and Lamizan realized that it was actually the color of the moonlight, and more lights were lit up everywhere, and the vast labyrinthine treasure trove was waking up and welcoming its owner.

"Look, that's Roger Dorn's essence."

In the depths of the treasure house, from the top of the treasure trove with no end in sight, a vast and multitude of electromechanical wiring, a network of biorelays, and psionic transmission pipes swirling down like a tornado or a giant tentacle contained a glittering amniotic fluid tank like a giant cabochon.

The seventh heir of the Human Emperor, the genetic prototype of the Fist of the Empire, the Terra Praetorian Guard, and the behemoth body of Roger Donn, who had been missing from the physical universe for thousands of years, was sleeping quietly in it.

Pale golden daylight lumen shone on his sculptural, sculptural-like face with closed eyes, and Roger Dorn looked so saddened and yet so quiet as death.

Wail.

Good night!

Well, in fact, it is true that I spend more time in front of the computer every day than I used to sit, so that I do have some health problems that I didn't have before.

Originally, I thought that they might not appear, but they will do appear as time goes by, and practice has proved that sitting for a long time is really not good for the body, and everyone still has to exercise more from time to time.

That's it for now......

(End of chapter)