Forgrim Ishthal, despite his experience and courage and experience, was somewhat nervous.

For a genetic protologist like him, this kind of emotion that would affect his sword-ah, no, power claw speed is very rare.

But considering that the body he was using now wasn't even his own, but just an ordinary Astarte veteran—and didn't even have an arm, he stayed in the dreadnought amniotic tank with the cables.

And most importantly, he and his winged companion weren't on the Ironblood, which was bright and warm and could also be scented with cabin air fresheners, he was in Medusa.

In this galaxy, the loyal original body Ferus Manus, who was killed by the traitor original body "Fogham" with a sword, was on the mother planet Medusa.

Although the "self" in this story is not his "self", Fogreem, after both emotional and intellectual reasoning, does not think that anyone on Medusa can listen to him tell his own travel story after telling his identity.

The Third Primordial was now fondly nostalgic for his Phoenix Guards and his wonderful and loyal lord commanders...... Vespasian, Raranor, and especially his champion Juggernaut, Guardian of the Imperial Palace, and Lucius the Reborn, if these children were still with him, maybe ......

However, the shameless depravity and heinous depravity of the great renegade Fabius Byer still made the Purple Court Phoenix be carried away by the fury of the sky the moment it saw him, and chased the traitor heir alone into the depths of the webbed labyrinth.

Subsequently—

Fogham Ishtar sighed, thankfully Magnus on the Iron Blood had not yet fallen into the hands of Chaos, perhaps this was the price of fate. Although Ferus did not fall this time, it was the crazy nonsense that the dark spirits did to me was realized here...... So it seems......

It's okay, at least this time I'm here. He thought, I must do something for him......

Garuda's silent electrical pulse suddenly poked at Forgrim's mind silently, reminding the Purple Court Phoenix to brace his spirits and prepare to deal with the Iron Father who came in front of him.

Markan Ferros also re-observed the Divine Contempt Fearlessness in front of him.

He noticed a lot of details: the hastily finished paint—not crudely applied, on the contrary, too delicate, and that emotional and artistic power could even be reflected in the black coating and silver pattern, and before Ferros had no idea that the more practical paint of the Iron Hand could be so aesthetically pleasing, but the problem was that the paint layer was too new, for a sacred intrepid that was marked on the storage paperwork as being recovered during the Corinthian expedition, His paint plating looks like it was just painted last week.

There were also subtle deformations that showed that the dreadnought had stuffed as many additional weapons and equipment under his armor as possible - this was quite what Ferros had expected, but he didn't quite understand why he bothered to integrate them, and it was obviously more in line with the Iron Hand's habit to simply attach it to the backpack.

And Pheros, as a follower of the Om Messiah, also felt the unusual mechanical soul sound in the fearless system of the "Contempt" opposite—no, it can't be called a contempt, it just has the shell of the Contempt, the energy source inside...... Maybe it's from a collection in the Treasury of the Gorgon's Forge Vault.

Fortunately, regardless of whether "Wieland" is a miracle or a joke of fate, he is certainly not the deceased brought back to this world by the Intelligent Control Resurrection Agreement.

Markan Ferros felt that both of his hearts had been put back in place, and in his eyes, the body of "Wieland" did not have that abnormal low temperature, nor did it have that lifeless horror feeling, and even the all-metal limbs looked flexible and light, and the fearless modified joints and the use of forbidden materials made its subtle demeanor very much like a living person.

After being informed of the Primordial's secret order, the Iron Father was surprised to find that his naked eye could see that Wieland was more defiantly richer, clearer, and more detailed than what his mechanical prosthetic eye had told him - and the experienced leader immediately realized that the Wieland in front of him might have used some ancient formulas and techniques on himself that only the Protogens knew, causing the Dreadnought's body to appear in the other people's mechanical sensors as another disguised appearance.

O Ferus Manus, we have been looking forward to your return for a long time, why should you be so wary of us—but then Ferus is even more sorrowful—he has long chosen a thesaurus that thinks that this sentimental word is closest to describing this feeling—aware of Ferus Manus's concerns.

He thought of what the Iron Hand Legion had actually broken up into under Gorgon's leadership, how many major divisions they had had, how many clans had lost their voices during the cold years of Iron Hand's addiction to flesh and blood, survival of the fittest, and the weight and place of the Martian Voices in the Iron Council.

There were many more issues that he didn't mind too much until the original actually returned.

From within the Iron Hand, but also from - Mecha.

Marcan Ferros suddenly realized that Ferus Manus had every reason to be cautious. Without a body of its own, in a Divine Dreadnought, even a Genogen can do much more than it would have been - more disadvantages and fewer advantages.

And most importantly, the closer he got to "Wieland", the more Phyllos could feel his heart beating, as if it were, as if it were, as if something very, very, very important and unforgettable was approaching him.

He had to admit it, even though it shouldn't be.

That is, Marcan Ferros never really considered an event for which he often thought of the possibility, but never considered the details of its subsequent development: the day when their original bodies would actually come back from the darkness, return to them, and lead them again.

The Iron Hand has been without the leadership and guidance of Ferus Manus for 10,000 years, what has happened to his children for 10,000 years? What have we become?

Are these changes, and what we have become, what he, Ferus Manus, would be happy to see?

A bitter, dry sensation crept up his throat - making it extremely difficult for him to open his mouth.

"Elder Wiland," he heard himself, "perhaps you would like to walk with the Rakuan clan for a while at the end of the Iron Moon?" ”

Then he saw a flash of light on Daring Daring's shoulder, and he fixed his gaze to see only Garuda's silver eyes staring at him.

An urge welled up in his heart to kneel.

That's what it is...... Is the power of the primordial, the power of Ferus Manus...... Just a glimpse of his technological creations almost makes me lose control? Holy! Great! Ferus Manus!

Then "Wieland" spoke.

It was a poetic voice that Marcan Ferros never dreamed of hearing from the mouth of Ferus Manus.

Oh the Messiah, Sobek Wieland.

What kind of perfect vocal cords did your original body grow to be able to sound like this from fearlessness?

(End of chapter)