Of course, it can be said that on the first day of his arrival, Lamizan was fortunate enough to see the real-time appearance of his demonic original body as "Peturabo", and let out a scream like a chicken pinching his neck as an impressive footnote, and he should have an idea of the unreasonable charm value of the original body.

But in fact, he didn't have any habits after that, and he often looked in the mirror to ask if his face was in the habit of breaking out due to excessive stress - it was great that the genogen would not have any troubles such as fat, oily skin, acne, and baldness.

But sometimes it's weird to think about, and in that case, why are a few of the primordials going to be so uh, well, unhygienic, or ...... So...... The smooth and mirror-like bald head, and according to some later facts, the original body does age over time, but slowly, but why is there no other health problem?

Every time Lami Zane thinks of these mysterious 40,000 details, he always feels a little trance, but even if he meets with psionic advisors, dreadnought phoenixes, etc., well, Fogham Ishtar is in the remains of Elder Sadr, it doesn't seem appropriate to ask the other party these questions that only mortals care.

Moreover, although the body he lives in now does belong to the Lord of Steel, the soul in the shell is not, so this body cannot be considered a complete genetic prototype strictly speaking.

So now, for the first time, he is facing a "true Primordial Himself" here.

For about a few tens of seconds, no one spoke, only the stars watched, and time and space flowed quietly.

Finally someone exhaled a soft, long breath from his lungs, forgetting that he could actually breathe as he gazed at what seemed to be sealed in amber.

"Oh my God." He said slowly, "Although I have known that the Emperor and his sons have a charm completely different from that of mortals—well, of course some one himself may deny this, and it is really strange to use these adjectives to describe this stone brother of yours, but, it is better to see than to see, for your father's creations are all like this—perfect and beautiful, Perturabo." ”

The black and white border pastor snorted coldly, "If Rog Dorne's physical appearance alone can make you use this kind of adjective, then before you meet Vogrim, I should prepare a pair of psionic real lenses for you, so that you don't have to be controlled by that ***** guy in the first place, so as to make some inappropriate words and deeds." ”

"It's impossible, you can put your heart back in your stomach." Ramizane moved forward to approach the amniotic fluid chamber like a giant water urchin crystal, trying to admire this beautiful work of the Emperor's genetic engineering more closely at close range, "I like creatures with high body temperature and shaggy fur that feels very good, and I respect the hobby of scales and cold body temperature, but I am not sensitive. ”

"Who wants to talk to you about this...... Tasted it. The black and white dog shook his head helplessly, raised his legs and followed, "If you can meet Ruth in the future, I suggest you don't just get started......"

"Ah, Riemanlus," said someone who was trying to carefully observe some of the physical details of the Primordial Seven, without raising his head, "Don't worry, I've always thought that your brother Ruth is actually a particularly taciturn white-skinned, thin-waisted, long-legged, armed belt, military uniform, riding boots, blonde, neat, and cold iceberg elite. ”

"Your personal impression of us is simply too counter-intuitive, where did you come up with so many prefixes for him...... I seem to know a certain ...... How did you get here......"

“UMMMM？ What are you muttering there, Pepe baby? ”

"Nothing, and may I ask you, Mr. Ramizane Carlosini, not to lie down like an idiot with someone else's power armor, someone else's body, and someone else's face next to the bare cheeks of this stubborn and tattered stone head? This would make both my Power Punch and the Corona Cannon feel like they immediately needed some targets to practice on. The electronic voice of the original border herd replied with a (cut) and courtesy (tooth).

At the same time, Perturabo's code once again skillfully locks the arm of the ringed soldier with a flashing red light trying to hit someone in the back of the head.

"Ahem, I'm sorry." The demigod giant straightened up and walked over to them, "I just remembered a legendary tradition of the Imperial Fist that I had seen, so I wanted to see if Dorn had one, but now that I remember that the resilience of the original body will make tattoos or branding disappear quickly." Don't mention this, so, since this is Dorne's body, except for the hand bone left on the Mountain Formation, he himself should all be here, right? What do you say that this 'Iron Blood Master Control Soul' is 'a part of him', and what is the relationship between the two of them? ”

The fearless eyepiece of the Contempt began to flicker violently, indicating that a certain primordial was doing a lot of calculations, enumerating the consequences, and comparing them, but eventually Perturabo spoke using an overt electronic audio channel instead of choosing a psychic communication channel.

"This one is also Rog Dorn, but he is a new personality of Roger Dorn, or you can think of it as a clone of him on a spiritual plane, and only exists in the electronic system of the Iron Blood, you can think of him as a very young Dorn, born on the Iron Blood, by ...... I teach. He explained to his body.

"Shhh...... Peturabo, I'm starting to think that this explanation is really worthy of you, and it seems to have a sense of déjà vu? You expand and speak, and I'm listening. ”

"At the time, when I first got him, I just thought I was letting Roger Dorn's original grade wet ...... It's a shameful waste of brainpower, psionic reserves, and essence, yes, that's it, so when I built this treasure trove according to my own ideas, I also connected his brain and body to the system and the central interface of the Iron Blood. ”

"Peturabo, did you just say something horrible about 'the essence of Roger Dorn'? This is the essence of Dorne, not yours, you can too? ”

"Yes." Perturabo sounded very calm, even a little strange gnashing of teeth, "From the moment I realized a part of my essence, I was able to harness more powers like this, and although this is subject to certain rules, as long as I don't try to trick and devour the essence of others like some liar, I can plug them into the system I make and use them as some kind of component." ”

"The essence of Nadorne...... Forget it, so I'll summarize," Lamizane turned his face to the ringman who was listening with relish, "is this, the animatronic clone Roger Dorn?" ”

Wail.

The cold and rainy days of winter will rust my bones, my brains, and my good morals together!

(End of chapter)