"What kind of conclusion did you come from, where did it deduce from the conclusion that the donkey's head is not right?! Ramizane Kalosini! I just don't understand what you're going on in your head every day?! ”

The black and white stuffed demon protogenium was furious, he roared and curled his lips, two long canine teeth peeking out of his gums, his claws firmly grasping the skin of the primordial, leaving a shallow white mark, and the dog jumped onto the shoulders of his body, slapping each other angrily with his mouth and paws.

"Day by day! Just know to add to my workload! Just know to add to my workload! Let you think! So that you have nothing to do! You're going to have to find me something to do! I'll let you salted fish here! I'll let you salted fish here! ”

The black and white dog hair that fell one after another flew in the air, and Lamizan, who was violently counterattacked by the shepherd dog, was stunned for a moment due to this extremely angry and explosive reminder, and then thought of his various behaviors since he became the body of the fourth primordial body, so his nonsense momentum that was still very arrogant just now obviously began to fall into disadvantage.

"Hmm...... Belch...... I mean, I'm not afraid of doing you a disservice, because sometimes you tell me to go away and do something else and stop working......"

"If you look like you're doing a job as bad as those religious idiots who have a lot of oil in their heads, then you might as well let me do it myself in the first place!"

The dog roared furiously, and shiny saliva fell from between its sharp teeth and lips, "You know that you said you came to help, but when I finally merged and was ready to run, I found that I had to rewrite all the code you wrote, and add an extra number of checks?!" ”

"Uh...... But, no matter how well I write, they don't all run in the end, and the code can run up, so you don't have to figure it out. ”

"Walking mountain code is never allowed to exist in front of my eyes for more than a second, because they will always stop everything at some of the most important moments in the future and make people not know how to fish!" Iron Warrior's genetic protogen stared sternly at the ice-blue eyes that were flying with his doggy eyes.

"You have a passable and you can use it - do you want to see how many bugs were in the creature that someone designed last time they had this mentality, and how many bugs they had that shouldn't work, but made do with the code?! Not to mention the strange recurrent laryngeal nerve, even the obvious blind spots in the visual area are made up by using cortical wet part calculations! Just step on the horse, because when writing the code, the internal and external sequence factors of the retina were written backwards, but I was too lazy to correct it once! Now that project has gone from being a few sub-projects that need to be changed to a running state that can't be changed at all! ”

"Uh...... This, that, code, yes, code," As if suddenly grasping a lifeline from the Iron Lord's anger, the stumbling librarian immediately began to divert the subject and try to appease the fury of the stuffed demon tyrant, "Just, didn't you say before that you were able to provide fresh seeds because you rewrote Dorne's genetic code, uh, I mean, you're simply great!" Incredible! Amazing gene editing technology! Ingenuity! Even more powerful than the Emperor! How did you manage to change this? ”

The dog stopped from his anger when he heard this, his ears pricked up, and he shook his head and squinted at his face as sincere as he could with his eyes.

“…… It's true! I mean, you see, as far as I know, there are a couple of people in this universe who have been quite inked and are well-known to me when it comes to trying to improve Astarte or simply create new humans. ”

Perturabo began to snort from his nostrils, but it was clear that his mention of the progress and achievements of some of his peers on the same project was an effective distraction from his anger.

"Like, uh, well, Fabius Byer! Known as the Lord of Clones, the Spider, the Genetic Progenitor, as far as I know, his astonishing behavior includes trying to clone all the original bodies, including Ferus Manus, Horus, and Fogham himself, and creating artificial women similar to the female Astarte, uh, his cruelty and perversion have amazed the Blood Lady and taught him his technique? It seems that a race known as the New Homo sapiens was also created? Ah, the latest record should be that he took advantage of the chaos to secretly kidnap many primordial space marines, kidnap the Forbidden Army and the Silent Nun, and cut the genetic seed of the primordial head in front of Belisarius Kaul. ”

After saying this, Lamizan muttered again, "...... But I'm not sure if there are primordial Space Marines in the current time and if they've been released. "Because I don't remember seeing or hearing about Robert Killiman's wake." ”

And the Lord of Chaos skillfully chose to answer only the questions in front of the person in front of him.

"Whew! That's also worthy of being called race! What's the difference between that and Horus's sexual fantasies?! He also had to allocate extra strength to burn the planets that were genetically tainted by what he called the new humans...... Rats in the sewers! This filthy and lowly spider! Cowards who are afraid of death! A scalpel driven by self-righteous twisted desires! His research and creations had been targeted and supported by the gods long before Foggrim's return, and after all these years, he was the only one who was still deceiving himself about what he believed in was the 'Imperial Truth'! ”

"Huh? But he didn't always say that he only believed in the truth of the Empire......"

"Imperial truth is not all ...... It's not what he thinks it is, it's just an excuse. "It's disgusting that he believes in the selfish desires that he thinks are the truth of the Empire...... The thought of what he once believed gave me goosebumps all over my body. He just grasped the thought and used it as an excuse, an anchor, to separate his desires from the beings who were staring at him, and thus serve to satisfy his own sadistic and twisted desires...... Rather than pleasing them with all their deeds, as the other apostles did. ”

"—yes, he's actually stealing the pleasure of the Chaos Supreme to please himself—oh, the slut even claims to be unaware that his self-righteous spread and fabrication of eternal pleasure can make some pink guy laugh every time! He is more capable than the average person, but his behavior in biology and genetic research is so indulgent and unbridled in the pursuit of perfection and desire. He also deserves to be called the Lord of Clones or the Genetic Progenitor, and what a provocation and insult to my rotting father's corpse empire. It's strange that they always shouted to hunt down all traitors, but let this filthy toad live for so many years. ”

"I thought you'd have a slightly nicer opinion of Folgrim because of what he did to him."

"It's one thing for Vogrim to do to me, it's quite another to have this disgusting, watchful pervert steal and make twisted copies of us everywhere in the field of genetic biology."

"And then the other one is Belisarius Kaul......"

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In the midst of the tumult of chickens and dogs, the primordial of the Iron Heart, the twelfth heir of the Emperor, the tyrant and king of Nukaria, Angron Petra, had slid down peacefully to the carpet and began to meditate in some very Prospero-like meditation—

Initiating meditation in such a thrilling environment was undoubtedly an unprecedented infernal challenge, and the Twelfth Primordial believed that if he could enter the meditation state here, he would definitely be able to increase his mental strength and resilience by a great extent, and enter the realm of his adoptive father's understanding of the destiny of all things in the world.

I'm sorry, but did you guys take into account that I'm here, two? O Angron I, keep a quiet heart, and listen not to these ......

(End of chapter)