"How's it going?" Angelon Petra asked in as conciliatory a tone as he could, while allowing his natural abilities to be carefully used to appease another demigod—perhaps even the most powerful of them all—it did require a great deal of skill and experience to pacify the superhumans, and thankfully Nukeria's supreme tyrant had both.

And at the other end of this elegantly decorated room, the black-and-white border collie frowned sternly in his fearlessness.

His low roar invisibly released pressure around him.

The most elite of the Hoop Soldiers had been summoned by the Iron Lord, and they were armed with Thunderhammer and Storm Shield, mingling with the members of the Guard of Honor, filling the otherwise large office.

And many of the members of the Honor Guard, who had been around since the moment they returned from the bottom of the sea, and who were ready to serve as senior staff officers, senior errands, or other positions, had only now come to the realization that they could truly be imprinted in their souls until the end of their lives: the body of this stuffed creature that had been inevitably suspected contained the soul of an emperor's heir, the master of the legion, and the soul of a genetic protogen.

It was the pressure and powerlessness that made a mortal stand in front of the vast depths of the ocean. Even a single roar of Perturabo could violently shock Astarte's strengthened and modified mind, almost making the best of their group feel an infinitely almost "instinctive fear".

It's like how a short Homo erectus with a rudimentary wooden stick felt tens of thousands of years ago when the blood was pumped out of the heart when faced alone with an adult dire wolf.

Angelon's excellent protoplasm vision drew his attention to the fact that behind Perturabo's brown iris, he could see that the whites of his eyes were visibly congested and turned pink, indicating the level of stress and mood the Iron Lord was under.

"Not good." He snarled lowly, "Damn, this was supposed to be me!" ”

The dangerous guttural voice of the powerful presence made the four hearts of Tavitz and Lorcan, who were standing closer, beat violently, and the warrior once again felt the urge to clench the weapon in his hand, and only Ahlin, who was standing closer, clearly overcame this with other emotions.

"I agree with you." The former regent, who looked up from Lamizane's seemingly asleep body, said, "It's a bit dangerous, it's always like that, it's easy to go wrong, and getting them back on track is like pushing a ball of stone up from the bottom of a mountain." ”

On the other side of the room, in the cage of static stands, a large, slender body still floats there, but it seems to be a little thin, like a "shadow" cast by the "original" in this reality.

"Speak human words. Or I'll just pull your brain out of your parched neck and put it in a hoop, so that your old thing, which should have been burned to ashes, can speak a little better. Perturabo had apparently become visibly vicious in a place that no one could see, giving everyone in the room who had known him a look of "ahhhhhh

"You're a little irritable......"

"I could have been a little more grumpy! Like putting your heads on the bridge and watching your bodies get stuffed into cannonballs and shoot out! After all, you're not in Terra, putting your ass in that aesthetically built palace! This is my territory, and you'd better recognize that. ”

"Oh." Obviously, among the people in this office, only the former regent was very accustomed to the kind of pressure exerted on him by the genetic protogen, and even because the source of the pressure this time was a beautiful grinning black and white dog, the white-haired old man was a little hesitant in his expression: should he first coax the beautiful dog to touch the back of his mane by the way, or tell the dog what he wanted to know first?

And Angron, who vaguely felt this, turned his gaze to seem to be quite happy (?) Magna, who had watched all of this, saw Nukeria's supreme tyrant turn his gaze to him, and the being in the shape of Dorn's golden power armor flashed happily at Angelon with his green eyepieces.

Angelon silently turned his gaze back.

Dear teacher, staying on this boat for a long time has made my mental stress start to become so great, my head is really a little painful, it seems that something is gnawing at my brain, haha it must be an illusion, how can there be such a thing in my head out of thin air. Lamizane, come back safely and quickly......

“…… All in all, the current situation of space-time chord oscillation can be understood as a back-and-forth pendulum motion in an ideal medium," Macado explains, "but fortunately we still have ...... You, Angron and Magna are here, so the fixed end of the pendulum is fairly stable, and when the other end swings back naturally, they should all be back. ”

"Them!" The dog growled, "Do you have to bring back that chattering guy with very bad hygiene habits?!" ”

"Unfortunately, I think so, they should all come back at the same time," the former regent replied calmly, "After all, the old alien thing is superimposed on something that shouldn't exist, plus a few drops of space-time elements, oh, it would be nice that a few of you can still run back in this kind of accident." And obviously an important part of this is your brother who has been given some heavenly endowment very discreetly, and you had better pray that he will not do something stupid in front of Lamizan, otherwise. ”

Instead, Peturabo's furry face showed a look mixed with very complex emotions such as schadenfreude, coldness, jealousy, and dissatisfaction.

"Aha, I'm not worried if that's the case, because," said a demon who knew the temperament of a librarian, "just look, I'm looking forward to it, and the unlucky one will only be the one who does stupid things, ha." ”

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With the Demon Lord's more disgruntled hiss, everything around him—that is, everything, from the photons to the universe—seemed to shake a little. At that moment, those with less talent didn't feel so bad, maybe just a cold shiver or a similar frosty shadow enveloping their minds, while those with higher talent might tremble at the madness of the shadows they saw.

Such as this engraved Garvel Lorcan.

The company commander of the Shadowmoon Wolf's eyes widened in his armor, and he saw Ahalim—always in the midst of the crowd with a cold, neat and graceful manner that was completely different from that of the Emperor's Son—he—or something with a shadow of him—the massive, twisted thing like a dirty, dark lump of flesh, a scar burned by hot melting, and a desecrated mixture of steel implants—and the faintly recognizable yellow-and-black striped armor was filled with uncomfortable evil spikes and skeletons, In the shadow of the helmet was a pair of absolutely evil, sickly cloudy yellow eyes staring at him—

Gavel raised his blaster, and before he could pull the trigger, he saw what seemed to be Ahalin pointing at Lorcan himself.

So Lorcan saw his arm.

His arm was not gripping the blaster the moment he saw it.

It was something between nothingness stained with the blood of unknown people and the long, inhuman claws.

On the other side of fate, the living one giggled, it saw him, it was going to catch him-

"Samus is right next to you! Samus is the one who is there for you! Samus will devour you! ”

(End of chapter)