Lamizane Kalosini, male, single, height and weight age respectively (redacted at certain requests), the current age of this body is (confidential but certainly over 13,000 years old), Gutera, family status is enough to feed the whole family and not hungry;

There are some addictive little hobbies but not many, often thinking that the world should be destroyed but restrained;

is a dog and allergic to cat hair and dust, ataxia, a giant of theory, a dwarf of action;

The personal Engel coefficient is extremely high, and he doesn't understand people's hearts but is very good at giving dogs a smooth coat;

He used to hold a serious position as a librarian, and now he is also a general passer-by ordinary tall genogen;

Finally, now he is sitting on the couch on the glorious queen-class flagship of his pet dog in a very unreasonable universe, caught in the biggest brainstorming of his life.

"Julius?" The body of the Fourth Primordial held its head in its hands and repeated for the ninth time in nine minutes, "Julius?!" Little Robert?! Nukeria?! Angelon?! Oh my God—so Angelon was raised by him—oh my God—" He glanced at the Twelfth Primordial, who was still sitting on the other side of the couch, strangely transformed into a man and a dog, still with good demeanor and gentle temperament.

It's a pity that this handsome super-big guy didn't turn into a phantom and disappear as he thought he would, waking him up from his dream.

Seeing him look at him, the golden eyes of the Ironheart Merciful narrowed, and Angron even smiled at Lamizanne again.

The former librarian broke down and yelled, "Ahhhhh What the hell is going on?! ”

"yes, what's going on—" The Black and White Border Collie replied in a weird voice.

"That's not right." Lamizan pounced on the dog before he could speak, and a large face of "Peturabo" suddenly appeared in front of Petulabo's mouth, which made the black and white shepherd dog who was gloating subconsciously startled - the dog's ears were tightened, his tail drooped, his tongue licked the tip of his nose, his eyes flashed, and he sat and raised one of his front paws—

—and then, naturally, Lamizan reached over and stroked the dog's shaggy white belly.

"That's not right." He frowned, touched it a few times, and then stared at Peturabo.

And a certain genetic protogen, who had already reacted to the annoyance, had already turned over and sat up with a carp, angry but more nervous with his meat pad trying to slap away the giant in front of him, and said loudly, "What's wrong?!" ”

"That's not right — it's really bad." Lamizan stared at Perturabo, "I said, I didn't deliberately stare at the process when Julius was doing the post-transformation, he was handled by Hun Suo - he was the last echo of the Astral Knight when he met us, and the Astral Knight I remember very well, they were the children of the Imperial Fist, so - whose genetic seed was used in Robert Jr.'s subsequent operation?" ”

Angelon was silent on the couch opposite, but he thought that when his brother was so out of shape with himself, using a little bit of psychic influence to make his presence a little less is a polite avoidance for his brother, right?

"Ahem. Isn't that the gene seed from the inventory on the Iron Blood, otherwise where did that half-breed stinky boy get so much experimental material? The Iron Blood even has ingredients from 10,000 years ago, and it's normal to have some genetic seeds in stock. The dog had regained his composure, and his tone was natural except for the fact that his furry tail was still flapping slightly.

"Inventory? Where did you find the stock of pure gene seeds for him to use? "Lamizan's mind suddenly brightened, his eyes were blazing, and he was not fooled by the dog's beating at all." It wasn't long after we left the Eye of Fear, and I remember it well. ”

"At that time, even the Iron Warriors on the new mother planet Medlengard needed to fight and attack the Heart of Hydra fortress to obtain the Fist of the Empire's genetic seed inventory in order to replenish their own recruits - if we hadn't fished out Hongso in time, they would have fought a few more big fights due to the invention of the Demon Womb and the uneven distribution of the spoils of this batch of seeds - so where did you come up with the pure and usable Iron Warrior seed stock?"

The suspicion in Lamizan's eyes intensified, and the powerful beings behind the invisible curtain began to stir irrepressibly.

"Or do you actually have a batch of seeds on the Iron Blood, but would rather watch your own heirs snatch and dig up the seeds of the Imperial Fist to make your own recruits? Considering that one of the most important meanings and control of a genetic progeny to his offspring is that a progenitor that is not anchored by chaos can continuously supply a large number of gene seeds of pure and healthy bloodlines of this legion-

"What if you can't produce pure and usable seeds after ascending, but instead of telling your heirs that you still have a usable inventory to keep them under control, you let many of them run out and set up their own doors? As it happens, I've read that the Iron Warriors have many roaming warbands, some of which can even control several planets and even galaxies - don't you think that's wrong as 'you'? ”

Before Perturabo could speak, with his ears wagging and his tail flapping and his eyes rolling, he added, "Don't try to say that you took it from me, although I will sleep long after staying up late, I know if there are any missing parts in my body." ”

“…… That's not necessarily, you won't wake up with a bunch of stars in your ears when you're really tired......" The dog grunted, then raised his voice, "I mean, it's the genetic seed of the Iron Warrior!" You can schedule a genetic test right away! You can take it to Mars! Those idiots who can't even write code can tell you that it's the genetic seed of the Iron Warriors! ”

"Oh? So......" the light of logic grew brighter in the ice-blue eyes, "combined with the fact that you have been very relevant to the whereabouts and use of the Imperial Fist seeds since the rebellion, and the point that I have always suspected...... So, in fact, the source of the fresh genetic seeds you gave Hun Suo was 'him', right? You have modified him to be the source of your genetic seed, so you put little Magna on standby during this meeting...... That's why you call him 'Magna Mart (The Great Mother)', right?! You never put an inappropriate title on someone! ”

Looking at the dog's hairy face, which suddenly became expressionless, Lami Zane shook his head in disbelief, "Oh my God, it's crazy, it's crazy, it's crazy, Peturabo, did you modify your brother's genetic code or did you do something to him?!" If your father knew about this act—"

"He won't care about that, just use it. It's like Angelon was dead, as long as he had a name. Perturabo's voice was as cold as a permafrost glacier on the highest peak in Olympia, "The genetic seeds used by the two of us to transform our offspring are originally mutually reinforcing, and only 'his' is the easiest and most suitable to change to mine." Do you think that people like the Corpse Emperor won't make backups when they make us? It's just that he really didn't expect that the backup would also be lost. ”

The originally relaxed and warm meeting room has been made audible by some of the secrets that can lead to the launch of the Extermination Order and the Expedition even a few words.

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Another digression

A few days ago, I wrote about Endred Howl, the original broken hound, if it weren't for the macho man who beat Abaddon to death on the spot with four hawkers locking blood, the eighth company commander of this article, Nottingham Workshop, actually produced his black shield painted chess pieces, and it is really very heroic among the chess pieces, please enjoy it together.

(Yes, it's not so much in other places, but this is GW's HH chess piece head.) He was really handsome, and he had a round black head and a normal hairline. Normal and thick hair! It's too much to win, Eighth Company Commander Hall!! ）

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