"Judging from the medical report, Endred's physical condition is currently completely unable to leave the static position."

Sitting around the long table in the small rearranged conference room next to the Warlord's office, Angelon Petra sighed apprehensively as he took a sip of the hot tea that Ahlin had poured for him.

The Istavan veterans who stood around them as the Guards of Honor who were essentially super-high-level, high-level meetings for their perceptions stood silently at their posts like some kind of sculpture, their eyes glazed over, pretending that they didn't see a massive "silver skull" Iron Rider Terminator brother in front of them, defying common sense and doing what seemed to be a slow, fast and graceful gesture that only the most dexterous court chief of the court could do.

Among them, several warriors from the Emperor's Son had a particularly trance-like look on their faces.

Solomon Dmittle tried to ask several times, but was finally stopped by Saul Tavitz's eyes.

Immediately upon hearing Angelon's words, a certain sympathy appeared on Lamizane's face, and Perturabo coughed loudly from his electronic pronunciation.

"What analysis and recommendations does your pharmacist have for his situation?" The Lord of Black and White Stuffed Iron stopped the conversation before the other could speak, and asked first. "Our pharmacists...... Well, it's good that they're here, and it's good not there. Let's hear what your pharmacist has to say. ”

"I've sent you a copy of the report, but in short, the results of their consultation concluded that the changes that had taken place in Endred's body were no longer simply subspace pollution erosion, in fact, he was not injured at all at the 'time', and his wounds and rapid aging essentially involved a complex effect of multiple timelines resonating and coincident in string space. - It's almost impossible to happen, but it happens. ”

"Even though you're saying it, I still don't think I understand, sorry."

"Nothing I don't understand, my stupid half-body, what our brother means is that Endred Hal is going through something he would have gone through, but should not have happened."

His Excellency Sir Khadur, who was on the side of the old god, enthusiastically added, "That is, there is something wrong with him, Endred Howl of Iron Heart. ”

"Okay, I understand, thank you, Master Kadure, but that's not right, right?"

"Oh?" The old man narrowed his eyes and placed a palm on the mouth of his teacup, and the attendant immediately put away his teapot in amusement. "What's wrong?"

Perturabo flipped through the medical report quickly.

And the image of the black-and-white dogs spitting fearlessly and solemnly attending the unrecognizable Primordial and pseudonymous Regency Council of the Empire is so exciting that even the most determined Istavan veterans who have passed the screening have to repeatedly remind themselves in their hearts what a noble emperor this is...... Belch...... Anyway, think of a way! My brain! Trick my eyes!

In fact, the reason why these fighters were able to accept this terrible fact so quickly was also because of the horror of the fact:

In the first place, the person who can take the astonishing scene of the Lord of Olympia at that time to coax a shepherd dog without losing his mind on the spot is already a transcendent and resolute mind;

Secondly, they could indeed feel a certain familiar aura from this angry stuffed highness, the beauty and impulse of the great creation that belonged to the original gene had not been lost by the change in his appearance, and it could even be said that - cough.

And the most important point is that the reason why they all thought that this form of this highness was a blasphemous alien at the beginning was mainly due to the strong visual impact effect of the dog's head and the dreadnought of the contempt. But if a warrior could calm down a bit, he would have discovered that the innate aversion to all the aliens in the universe that had been programmed into their genes wasn't actually triggered by this image.

And Machado "kindly" reminded them of something more important: this disgust for the alien instinct was bestowed upon them by the Great Human Emperor himself.

That is to say-

The Imperial Regent (for them) told them that it could be assumed that the Emperor had acquiesced in the current form of the Fourth Primordial!

Now the hearts of the soldiers suddenly felt much better.

The former regent then struck while the iron was hot, proposing to select eight elite fighters from among these warriors who had been fully proven to be loyal and reliable, and who were considered dead and lost, to serve as the Honor Guard of the Primitives, and to use them as members of the high-level special operations dispatch team.

Of course, this was greatly dissatisfied with the members of the two warbands that already existed here, and in the end, it was the genetic protogens who stepped forward and appeased their own children, and the emperor's heirs also unceremoniously stuffed one of their own into each of the eight seats of the former imperial regent - although the "Silver Skull" was a bit overstretched, but Al Harin's original main place of work was the office, and there was no need to send another warrior - so he took a seat directly, regardless of whether he would always serve as a permanent one, Anyway, let's take it first.

"If there is anything wrong with it, it is that if the life of Endred Hal was pointed out at some point in the 'past' as you say, then with all due respect, if hundreds or even thousands of years have passed since the time of the problem......"

The old man, whose name was Kadure, immediately understood what he meant.

"You're saying why he didn't die immediately and decay to some degree, right?"

"Yes, so is it possible to consider this point closer to the time we are in now?"

"You can teach." The old man knocked on the table, "But your inference is based on the premise that everyone's lifelines in time are linear and more parallel. ”

"Huh?"

"After the Great Rift is opened, add ...... Well...... In short, based on my observations of various aspects of the Milky Way, it is conceivable that the distortion of time and space has caused time in many areas to flow at different speeds than others, and the resulting lifeline entanglement will only be more and more than less. ”

"So ......"

"So it's impossible to be sure at what point of time," the black and white stuffed flower's brown almond eyes shone with a glint of wisdom, "and it would have been much easier if Uthermaatra had been here...... Now......"

He looked at the imperial regent in front of him, and the old man smiled back with a gentle but polite skin.

"Humph! Well, in fact, to solve this problem, we still have to think about how things were triggered. "We'll have to go back to where the incident happened to look for clues again, or try to investigate the trap's trigger mechanism in detail." ”

"It's too risky, and given what happened to Angelon before, we shouldn't be devoting so much to a soldier in an expedition with no consequences, but we should think about other things, such as the time to form some suitable organizations."

Lamizan glanced at the calm old man, and he heard several Astartes' breathing getting a little heavy.

Perturabo stared coldly at Makado, or Brahm al-Khadour.

"We were created to take risks that no one else could take and accomplish feats that no one else could, Lord Regent."

"Besides," a sarcastic smile appeared on the dog's furry face, "I believe that in the time you have been out of the house, you should have formed some useful little organizations, for example, I lost a little crow, don't you take it out and use it at this time?" ”

Kadu's expression was also a little surprised, "I didn't invite your little crow, I thought he had received your order to leave." ”

For the first time, an unexpected expression appeared on the face of the plush black and white flower demon lord who had always been in control.

(End of chapter)