“……”

Ramizane Kalosini was shocked and serious (?) After thinking about the whole situation in front of him for about a few seconds, he knocked on the black and white flower dog in the psychic communication, and after not getting a response but a fierce and violent "Lao Tzu is very busy, you have to eat and talk back", then decided to give up the previous words and ask questions directly.

"So is there anything I can do?" He asked, "I can't quite figure out what's going on, but I don't think it's going to be good at the moment. He rubbed his arm.

"It's very bad. If they can't 'pull' something 'out of the circle' in the next few minutes, either the 'line' will break and Angelon will stay forever at his point in time if he's lucky, or worse, we'll be forever wandering and lost in the subspace tides, or we'll pull the 'line' out but don't know why the number of variables on that side has become so high, far exceeding the maximum projected and designed safety limit...... It is quite possible that the moment it is pulled out, everything here will be detonated and then reduced to atoms in the explosion of the supernova caused by the annihilation of space-time. ”

“…… The result sounded so dramatic that I started to lose my sense of reality. ”

"It may even exceed the supernova star, and according to calculations, the probability of creating a singularity black hole directly in situ is not zero. They probably didn't tell you for protective reasons......" The eyes of the giant iron angel statue of Dorne shimmered with violent light floats and psionic glows, "but I don't think so, Perturabo has always been prone to such minor problems in this kind of place...... But usually he can force it through on his own ability, and this time it is true that things are beyond everyone's grasp...... You come here......"

Ramizane walked over as he was told, and a small crystal memory memory appeared on the Iron Angel's chest, "Unlock it to read the next steps, which is much more accurate and reliable than what I told you in words." ”

"Uh...... Although it is a big no-no to casually transfer a mobile storage device of unknown origin to your own host...... But it should be fine, right, after all, this is our home turf? Lamizane muttered some of Guterra's safety knowledge and approached the small glowing crystal, "How do I unlock it?" ”

"Gene locks," the other replied, "the genetic code of the Protoplasm is unique—there will always be only eighteen in this galaxy. ”

Ramizane shrugged, "Okay, I know. He picked it up and kissed the crystal.

"Wow." The body of the Fourth Primordial exhaled.

"Well, that doesn't look like much, does it?"

Dorne's eyes fluttered violently as he watched.

"Isn't that what it is, hey, I thought it was some kind of high-precision and difficult job! Pepe is really, I can still do this simple thing! ”

The face of the giant iron angel seemed to tremble, and he calculated faster, and the condensation began to condense on the surface of his steel one by one.

Didn't Perturabo make a mistake...... But......?

The body of the Fourth Primordial stepped into a field where the psionic surge had begun to roll like the waves of the ocean in the real world.

The steady power that spread throughout the hall of Dorne was still protecting those present, but the Supreme Divine Force, which had been sporadically striking and annihilating on the shield, had now become more violent and unbridled, and the impact of the shield was so powerful that it could almost be traced by the aura into the shape of a hive structure that would otherwise be invisible to the naked eye.

Only Lamizane Kalosini walked inside, muttering as if he were the kind of psionic wave that could kill a mortal on a single contact—from body to soul—or turn into a Chaos Egg—was just an ordinary blue wave, and he even had the leisure to slap away the hungry formless beings waiting to jump on his body and arms.

The malevolent things that came into contact with his own body didn't have much intelligence, but they were very dangerous—melted away like the frost of light, completely—

The bird's reading on Dorn's visual interface clearly told him that those things were not the demons they knew in the usual sense of the word and returned to the subspace after they were destroyed - the thing was indeed completely "erased" or "neutralized", it did not exist, it was restored, and the only thing left in its annihilation was the most basic cosmic particles and aetheric power, and no one could discover what had existed in reality and subspace in the ordinary sense of the word, it could not be described, it could not be constructed, and it could not be restored.

This power actually works on both sides of the veil at the same time.

When Dorne realized this, he suddenly understood why Perturabo hadn't turned to Lamizanne for help in this situation. The stakes are too great. It was for insurance reasons, but not for Lamizane - to protect their target and everyone in the vicinity.

"It's my fault, it turns out that I made the mistake of empiricist pride." The giant iron angel sighed softly in the walls, his steel umbilical connecting everyone in the hall, and Perturabo was in his car, surrounded by countless auxiliary screens, busy trying to use his tail to tap the input device. At this time, he saw the bright brown eyes of the black and white stuffed tyrant, as if intentionally, as if unintentionally glancing at him.

Is that the pride of victory? Dorne didn't know, but he was blessed at the moment, and made Magna's usual expression to the other party.

The Border Collie put away his momentary distraction and continued to work.

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Angelon Petra begins to worry about whether he will be able to fulfill his promises to those who trust him.

The massive psychic barrier orb of light that enveloped them all did take them away from the coral dome of the Singer's Palace on Istavan III - they saw the first high-energy bomb of orbital bombardment fall on it a second before leaving, and the dome began to collapse -

The beacon turned completely red and flashed for the last time, and everyone felt as if a 'thread' had been split into countless strands, woven into an invisible 'giant web', and then all of them were swept into the treacherous tide of subspace.

"I never imagined that a trip from the Void Ship would be like this." Sage Rylano commented on this, "It's like I've never dared to imagine that the Geller field formed by someone's mind can be firm, stable, pure, and thick to this extent. ”

The Contempt fearlessly flexed his paw and tapped the translucent, faintly glowing ball wall, which reflected a strange touch under his tentative stroke, solid and soft.

"To be honest, after this force field is so thick, I really don't feel much impact other than anger and disgust, and now I fully understand how powerful an original body can be, and I understand the greatness of His Majesty the Emperor."

"This is not something I can do alone, the head of the royal court. I said I had an answer, but we've been drifting here for a little too long," Angron Petra frowned slightly, wondering if it was due to the light of the orb wall, and the King of Iron Hearts also seemed to be glowing faintly, "According to my original guess, we should just pass through here quickly and then fall to the physical universe." ”

"Hah! Maybe they just wanted to catch your big fish, but they didn't expect you to bring hundreds of small fish and you couldn't drag the net! ”

"Haha...... Probably not, right? After all, with a little force, you should be able to pull ...... Get up...... Right? ”

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A pseudonym - not a pseudonym, but a former Imperial Regent using his former name is gripping his scepter tightly, trying to maintain the integrity of the dimension and space-time latitude while trying to "drag" the contents out.

Hell yes! Even if it is the twelfth that has been completely changed, it will not be so heavy in terms of "influence" in terms of scale! What the hell is going on over there?!

A pair of hands reached over and grabbed the Golden Eagle Scepter—the flames on it condensed with a roaring sound, reluctantly turning into a stream of black gold that flowed back into the scepter and the hand.

The old man stared at the hands and his master with a horrified gaze.

"Well, I've seen the action of trawling fishing nets many times! No problem! The confident librarian said, tugging hard and pulling again—

"Angelon is a little heavier than I thought, huh? But I'm also the original body now, so I should have no problem with the weight...... Let me try again...... I think it's about the same......? ”

As a large "wave" of aetheric energy was splashed onto the floor of the hall and immediately dissipated into a thick white fog of energy that obscured the view.

The flame of the Golden Eagle Scepter reverted to its normal burning height.

Crackling, clicking.

The sound of many ceramic steel metals colliding with the ground.

“…… Yes? What, is Anglon's armor broken? What is this...... ......"

Lamizane and Kadul suddenly found themselves in the midst of hundreds of Space Marines who still had the smoke of war.

Silence is the Iron Blood tonight.

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"Angron Petra!!!!!!!" Peturabo S. BC's angry roar resounded beneath the lofty dome of the Hall of Omens.

(End of chapter)