The massive hull of the Desert Ark was hovering over the North Pole of the Pearl Moon, where it was constantly correcting, keeping in orbit with the massive satellite beneath her, the massive Imperial Aquila in the bow shimmering in the dim light of the main star.

At the same time, the Destiny Steel still hides itself well in the shadows of the planet that Carrick's orbital defense platform and starport can't see, obviously, his master doesn't want too many people to witness his true appearance now, after all, even if he wants to cover it up now, he still sets the bow logo to a silver skull mask, but not to mention his unique and simple appearance in the entire galaxy, first of all, his huge size can't find an excuse - because the previous operation to "pull back" Angelon has consumed too many additional resources, both overt and covert, As a result, the Destiny Steel, the Iron Blood, was now not disguised with its usual graceful White Moon-class merchant ship.

Therefore, Angelon Petra has actually been in the office lately, and he has been exposed to the yin and yang weirdness of a certain demon lord in the office.

"Seriously, is that really a good idea? Think again, my lord. ”

It was Lady Lothara Salin, a woman of incredible perseverance who used the call of her persistent soul as the "core" of the "thread" to bring Angron Petra—and his many unexpected "surprise travel swaggers" back to the real world they now find themselves in through the great power of the Destiny Steel.

Although her physical body had remained in her own survival pod, and the apparitions of conversing with others here were nothing more than an image of her whose spirit and willpower had been re-embodied by the projector through subcutaneous implanted cables and catheters, there was no doubt that the extra "souvenirs" that her master had brought back aboard the Istavan-3 had also placed a great burden on her colder soul.

Therefore, the projection formed by her consciousness inevitably shows the exhaustion of the female captain's mind at the moment: obvious dark circles, gray hair, and fine wrinkles.

In this universe, many times, the aging of biological flesh and blood can be continued by many legal or illegal technical means, but only the appearance reflected by the spirit of existence can most truly reflect the age of its soul.

Angelon sighed, his gaze swept over the images of Lady Saleen's aging and tired souls, with a hint of unbearability, but the original body did not show it.

"That's why I'm meeting with my brothers today, and now, Lotara, let's go back to your post first."

The female captain saluted her lord and vanished, and with her vanishing was a meeting barrier that separated the inside and outside of the command deck.

On the bridge of the Destiny Steel were two of his two - perhaps two half-brothers, one was the very kind and approachable Lamizane, the handsome and cute but stinky Peturabo, and the one who looked like his seventh brother wearing a helmet, and the Makeshift Honor Guard of several legion veterans also formed a circle around the command deck to make it easy for the primordials to gather on the bridge.

Thanks to the addition of these ancient warriors from 10,000 years ago, many small details on the Iron Blood have recently begun to be retro and more "imperial", such as the chapel that has suddenly become crowded, and the many trophies, commemorative carvings, handwritten prayers of allegiance, and oath seals around the floating command deck of this bridge, which are scattered high and low and low and scattered with red wax fixed around it, gently fluttering in the breeze of air circulation.

"It's not a question of whether it's good or bad, it's that we always have to solve this problem here. And it can't be delayed, it needs to be resolved as soon as possible. It was the last man standing next to the holographic sandbox on the command deck, his body thin and short compared to the other three here, but no one questioned the power contained in his seemingly ordinary old man's body, clutching a golden eagle staff that was burning with flames.

"How?" Perturabo turned his bright almond eyes to Kadure, who looked away a little—much better than before. "I don't think you're very proficient in prophecy, though we do have one of the best related facilities in the galaxy built for prophecy."

"While it's true that finding specious words from the currents of subspace isn't my forte, I happen to have a knack for hearing the dreams of the Star Whisperers." The former Imperial regent replied calmly, naturally ignoring the sneer of a certain stuffed primordial.

"I've heard that those astral communications are encrypted and translated to the same extent as the ancient instructions for reading prophecies from burned turtle shells." Another "Perturabo" pondered that the black cables were tied into a ponytail at the back of Lamizane's head, and that the Fourth Primordial's body was unarmoured and dressed in Olympian civilian clothes and leather sandals, making him look like a scholar or a great architect standing next to Angron, dressed in the tunic robes of a traditional Nukerian warrior, decorated with cuirass and leather sashes, and wonderfully harmonious despite the distance between their home planets.

"Yes, Lord (Lord) Ramizane," said Kadul with a cautious honorific title, a detail that perhaps only reflected the old man's caution and need for some proper disguise for those who were not so familiar with the former regent, such as Lamizane, but it was a very interesting title for his contemporaries.

"The interpretation of the star signal used to be quite a professional and required the combined action of genes and talents, but thanks to the perfect and heavily protected facilities here, I can try to interpret everything we can hear in a crude but more efficient way, in fact, the gold panning in the sand can indeed find a lot of useful content, which is why I asked to convene this meeting, and gather our most elite forces as soon as possible to solve the problems under our feet as completely as once as possible."

"Oh? So what is it that makes you so urgent that you even demand that all the primordials present be present? ”

The former imperial regent cleared his throat.

"First of all." He said, "More — I mean more aliens in number and race. ”

"It's commonplace."

"The Chaos Gang."

"It's normal."

"Renegade."

"Vulnerable."

"Loyal Warband."

"Huh." ("Okay, yes, you can open the blind box again?") ”）

"Local Inquisitions, Secret Orders, Assassin Courts, Imperial Navy, Rogue Traders, ......"

“…… Just tell me what other forces haven't noticed us. ”

"It could be the Tyranids."

"Thank God ......"

"But infection from any genestealer sect cannot be ruled out."

“……”

"Especially," said Kadure, "there is an image. Although it does not appear in direct star language, it recurs throughout the space-time. We'll check this out before we go. ”

(End of chapter)