Lamizan looked worriedly at the Border Collie who was heading out for some "it's time to make them work" in his collar and small backpack, while young Magna Dorn was interested in helping him, and recently, for some strange reason, he had packed himself into an idle Iron Rider Terminator, well, the kind that no one in it, but the Dorn had duly plugged into an amniotic fluid pod with a cloned brain and downloaded himself in.

Rumizane privately thinks that Magna might try to download herself into a normal-sized power armor next time.

After the last adjustment, Perturabo had limited the portion of the Ontology Wetware Module that Dorn, the actual Mech Soul of the Iron Blood, was allowed to call to less than forty-nine, "which is generally sufficient." So said the shepherd.

The hands on the little golden timer in the office indicated that Perturabo's next leap was coming soon.

[Hmm...... Are you sure this device experiment won't cause any other problems? Pepe. 】

[How do you know if you don't try it?] 】

[But what if I try and die?] 】

[Be confident, Ramizane Kalosini, didn't I teach you how to look at those diagrams and operate those instruments?] Things won't go undoably, be confident! You're sometimes so cautious that even I feel a little too much. The dog sighed loudly again, "At first, you were right to be cautious about everything except for the psychic call! But do you really not know what you can do after the Great Rift is opened, so you should be so cautious in the first place? 】

[If it weren't for my prudence, you wouldn't know how many times to get in and out of the pet hospital.] - You think I'm too cautious every time, so tell me what I can do? If I don't say it, I can only tell you that my habit is to build a high wall and accumulate food to have peace of mind! 】

[First of all, the ignorant person in your mouth is not me, I am not your dog! ] I'm Peturabo! I have enough self-control and self-knowledge. What's more, the dog added that the scar of the battle here is also a symbol of honor. He didn't answer the question that followed.

[Really...... All right. Obviously did not agree with the second half of the sentence, "I don't care what the scar means here, the scar is just the result of an event that cannot be prevented at the time, whether it is compensated afterwards or not, the scar that happens to you means pain and injury, Peturabo, I don't like it to happen to you. 】

......The dog licked his nose desperately and began to turn his eyes in other directions. [Well, yes, yes I mean I don't like them happening to you either, let's take a look at this, if this new device works, then maybe you and I can reach a certain jump point at the same time, or at least jump with more extra items, if it works, the range of manipulation is much larger than if I jumped alone.] 】

[Sounds like a great development prospect.] The demigod giant's furrowed black eyebrows and the skeptical look in his blue eyes were clearly not a sign of approval.

[To be honest, in this universe in the 41st millennium, this feels like a device that can easily go wrong.] 】

[My design is not a problem!] Perturabo stared at his body, "You have to believe that. 】

[Well, of course, no one wants it to go wrong, especially if it may involve me, I just have some predictions to prepare for the unexpected, and it's normal here, right?] 】

[Be as optimistic as possible.] The dog took one last look at the pointer that was about to jump to the starting scale, "Count me on, I beg you." 】

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Leon Eljonson sat in the room specially set aside for him by the Terra Glory, even the modification of the largest room on a mortal ship was still a little low and cramped for a primordial, but it was bearable, since waking up in the jungle of Kamaz, the lion had become more calm and sleek, just as the best golden wine has been retained for a long time, without impetuosity, and only retains its mellow and soft taste—but anyone who wants to despise the intensity that still remains in it will have to pay for it.

The Terra Glory is an Endeavour-class light cruiser, and his temporary flagship, the Silvermoon Knight, is working with the rest of Avalons' fleet to rest, repair, and replenish energy and supplies as quickly as possible for the next battle that will come at an unknown time.

The Lions undoubtedly received unexpected assistance after the gang fight in the last naval battle and won the eventual victory.

A pirate fleet leaps out of the fog into the final showdown, consisting of five ships, small military ships and civilian ships equipped with weapons systems, but as a living force that tilts the scales of victory in the lion's favor.

Although Admiral Dregan warns that this is not Imperial aid, but rather some interstellar pirates who have been entrenched here for decades, who make a living mainly raiding ships on the Empire's routes, and are very good at fighting against Imperial encirclement, when the communication is connected, Leon knows that he has found some new helpers.

A fleet of five veterans of the Dark Angels in tattered black armor led the pirate fleet, and after hastily confirming each other's identities, they were able to receive and fight under the command of the Lions according to the ancient Legion code.

Just as the Emperor wanted when he designed his eldest son, he would be able to seize on them and turn them into opportunities and victories for himself by giving Leon El Johnson a little more opportunities and resources.

There is no doubt that the lord of the First Army has once again proven himself.

So, while the other ships were resting, the original leader of the pirate fleet, who was now the Knight Captain Birds, provided more clues, Leon was traveling with most of the pirate fleet brought by Birds on the Terra Glory to a new location.

Due to the Great Rift, which made it impossible to navigate with the Torch during the voyage, the former knight-turned-pirate captain used a very risky method of interstellar voyages, which was to make very short jumps at a time—as short as a few light-years, but the limits of what today's ships could handle, and then leap out, count, regroup, and jump again—a primitive and time-consuming way to get to the location he was directing.

This method of sailing is not impossible, but the mere gathering of ships scattered after the jump can cost several times the time it would have taken to sail.

Originally, Leon's plan was to use this time to meditate, and he was originally trying to visualize some Caliban forests...... Something like that.

Well, originally.

Now he was sitting by a misty river, staring at his furry black and white brother.

"Hello, Leon, it looks like the blessing I gave you earlier has taken effect, and that's good."

"But it doesn't look very good here, can you be more careful next time?" How did you just imagine the sunlight from the treetops as a spear of light and something worse shooting at Caliban? It almost burned my nails. ”

The dog lifted his front paws, and AlJohnson inevitably noticed that the tip of one of the paws was indeed somewhat charred.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

Before he could react, a silky apology drifted through the air.

The dog looked satisfied.

"Okay, I've recorded it......" he wagged his tail and pointed his mouth at the lion's back.

"Let's go in and have a look."

(End of chapter)