"Angron Petra!!!!!!!"

The source of the roaring sound made everyone in the Hall of Omen who was still awake couldn't help but focus their eyes on the angry voicer.

Immediately, the loading and loading sound of many different explosive, deflagration, or explosive weapons sounded within a tenth of a second.

"Alien!!! Shameful alien !!! You filthy alien who desecrates the sacred battle shells of Imperial warriors! "The one who roared and raised his Cykeris Storm Assault Cannon first was none other than the jealous Ancient Sage, Master Raranor, the head of the Palatine Court.

The scarred Contempt's fearless accuracy was unaffected by his shattered, blackened exterior, and every shell landed on the target - inspiring more flickering structures of the shield.

"Wait a minute! Master Rarano! Listen to me! And this is not an alien! Surrounded by his heirs, who had rushed into the field with tears of joy, Angelon Petra, who had just poked a head and an arm out of the crowd, explained in a hurry, "This is the Iron Blood!" This is my fourth brother! It's not an alien! ”

"It's ridiculous! Brother?! Are you saying this could be the prototype of the Iron Warriors, Master Perturabo?! His Highness Angelon Petra! I originally thought you were a noble and sane man to be trusted! I never remember that Master Peturab became a dog, or that a noble human lord like me ever had such a fluffy and human-speaking dog son! ”

Ramizane's face changed as he was about to walk over and say something, as did some others, of course.

"You ......," the black-and-white stuffed tyrant stared at the ancient sage of Rano with a calm, but dripping expression and tone, "...... Say...... Miscellaneous...... ......? ”

"I don't know who you are, but don't talk about it!"

"Don't say anything? Isn't this exactly a dog?! Or a dog that blasphemously sits in the noble dreadnought cockpit! It even speaks! This abomination! ”

"You...... Say...... Finish...... That...... Piece...... Word...... Be...... ......The entire hull of the Iron Blood began to vibrate, and the eyes of the Iron Angel with the face of the Seventh Protogente on the wall radiated a brighter blue light, and all the wiring and solder joints were lit up, indicating that he was suffering from a great overload calculation.

Oh (Gutera swearing).

"Master Kaduer! And Magna, ahhhh ”

It was too late to discern and further process the completely chaotic scene in front of him, and there was one thing in front of him that was the most important.

The body of the Iron Lord Perturabo pounced on the body of the black and white flower dog Daring Daring in full view, and began to stroke his fur, soothe, coax, persuade and lure, and a series of extremely skillful behaviors, but immediately made the vast majority of the people present feel like five thunderbolts.

"Baby! I feel like they just don't know it's you! Let's just explain it clearly! ”

"I'm not a dog! I'm Peturabo! ”

"Yes, yes...... You are Peturabo...... Woohoo, don't be angry, don't be angry......"

"I'm going to make him into a thousand live cannonballs, stuff them into a macro cannon, and shoot them out!!"

"yes, yes, we'll get back to that, ah, Pepe, baby, how about we go to another room to calm down?"

"I'm going to throw his head for a blood bowl football game!"

"Huh? Is there one here...... No, it's like, well, Pepe, look, there's so much to do right now, and there's so many people here......"

Poor Mr. Lamizanne Carrosini did his best to calm the red-eyed black-and-white tyrant, completely unaware of the horror of his own face and body to the end of the cosmic heat death.

Until the person in question glanced at his clear, stupid-looking face with a pouting mouth and a hissing sound.

Another glance.

One more look.

Then one of the Chaos tyrants suddenly came to his senses and looked around the Hall of Omen with a stiff face.

Then, on the high-precision orniths in front of him, the powerful database of Iron Blood and LOGOS was very thoughtful for each of the hundreds of unfamiliar faces who were staring at them here, and Astarte's name, legion, rank, and personal biographical profile were labeled next to them—

"Ahhh——!!!!!h Angelon Petra! !!!! Ramizane Kalosini Ahh!!!!!h ”

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After the explosive accident in the Hall of Omens and the two equally explosive events that followed—

Although the aftermath is still unsettled, just how to properly convince the vigilant predecessors of 10,000 years ago to believe in themselves and obey the arrangement and how to place them appropriately has made the current pitiful officers on the Iron Blood (considering that even Dassada is still lying in the infirmary without medical care) busy with their feet in the back of the head, but.

His Highness Perturabo, Lord of the Iron Warrior Legion, Fourth Primordial, Demon Lord, and favorite ruler of everyone, has announced that he needs some "meditation" for a while.

He didn't want to see anyone.

Including your own body.

Especially your own body!

Oh, by the way, Angron Petra and his excited sons didn't have time to reunite before they were pulled into the Warlord's office by Ramizane and Kadure.

"What's going on with you?! How did you pull so many people around?! ”

The Elder of the Lamizane War Regiment patted the stack of reports in his hand in pain.

"Multi-...... I've read Magna's accident report! You've read it too, haven't you?! You almost killed them all! Angelon Petra! It's really a blockbuster! ”

Although Master Kaduer didn't speak, there was a clear expression in his eyes, "You really deserve to be someone's cubs, and this group of cubs who don't know how to do it will still make me lose my life in another place".

"Uh...... That is, as I said, when I found myself on the István III, what I saw and heard, in that case, I could not have given up on them, I believe...... My brother, I think it will work? ”

"You might as well pull your mortal brothers and sisters! They're much easier to pull than these veterans! Master Kadu's resentful words rang out, "My old bones can't stand your toss like this!" ”

"Ahem, now," Angelon Petra's golden eyes looked at a certain strange-looking warband leader, "the people have brought with them, they have all come, and they are all loyal." ”

"Wait a minute." Ramizane Kalosini's eyes became brighter and brighter as he picked up another stack of lists under the report and flipped through them, "...... the names of these people?" ”

"What's wrong with the names of these people? In my reputation, they are absolutely loyal......"

"Nope! You don't understand! A strange smile spread across the face of the fourth primordial possessed by a Gutera, causing the twelfth primordial to suddenly feel creepy and a chill in his vest.

"Hahahahaha Saul Tavitz! Solomon! Garvel Loken! Togarton! Belch! Good! Hee-hee! It's all mine!!! ”

(End of chapter)