Chapter 604 The Coffin Lid Is Lifted! ! ! !

Chapter 604 The coffin lid is up! ! ! ! -

Office of the Chapter Master of the Destiny Steel,

Before 1320 standard minutes-

"Are they all right?"

After waiting for a minute, Fulgrim Pallas finally couldn't help asking, looking at the silent man with a frozen smile behind the desk and the brother who was also still beside the desk.

The object of the inquiry could not be the First of the Primaris, but only the one who seemed to have experienced the most storms in this room.

Rogal Dorn looked at this little brother through the sensor of Magnar Dorn's mechanical body.

The Primarch's excellent memory made him remember how he drove the demon lord who had been twisted and deformed into an inhuman body from the wall of Terra the last time he saw Fulgrim.

Usually people or those who followed the Emperor's Children would think that the clone Fulgrim might be able to launch a glorious revenge and expedition against his corrupt original body, leading them to wash away the shame and dishonor of betrayal and corruption, restore the glory and glory of the past, and gain a place in the new power.

The last point is actually the most insignificant but the most important.

If Fulgrim Pallas finally brought them to the Empire instead of Perturabo, Dorn privately believed that this batch of Phoenix Guards might not be as dedicated as they are now, or even if they wanted to do their best, they would definitely encounter more than one difficulty from the Inquisition or other Imperial institutions, and then once again, either defect or be sent to die, he was very sure of this.

However, Dorn also knew that Fulgrim Pallas's significance to what Perturabo was planning was far more than Fulgrim's clone.

As the stable relay of a large number of special hubs hidden inside the Iron Blood and the sleeping unconscious body of Magna Dorn, many details that Magna saw but did not know the meaning of were as clear as black and white in Rogal Dorn's eyes - after all, Dorn knew Perturabo too well, just as this brother also knew him very well.

- No, perhaps they only understood each other's thinking in the most superficial tactics and strategies. At other times, they still knew nothing about their brothers.

But Rogal Dorn's thoughts turned around and he didn't say much. He walked forward and carefully checked the situation of Perturabo BC, and then walked over to check on Ramizane more carefully.

At first glance, the two seemed to be stunned, but if you look closely, you will find that they are actually stagnant in that moment of time.

"They are fine." He said, and then realized that he was speaking with a converter. Apparently, a Perturabo BC made a voice converter plug-in for Magna, who had to study and communicate frequently recently. Of course, he looked again. As expected, the plug-in's switch permissions were not inside Magna's body, and it was stipulated that the plug-in was not allowed to be used when certain lexicons and objects were detected.

Fortunately, it is obviously not considered to be prohibited now.

"An unexpected psychic insertion event caused a dimensional split from the subspace side... I must say that such a sudden psychic accident reminds me of some stories."

"So are they now under psychic attack and their souls have been taken away?" Pallas asked, "Can they recover by themselves? Or do we need to find them? Or hold a ceremony? If someone needs to be present, I can contact Ferrus and Ishtar immediately."

"No, not for the time being, because this cannot be completely regarded as an attack, although it is indeed not a normal friendly... approach." Dorn paused, as if thinking about how to explain it to the remaining two in a simple way.

"An unexpected, short-lived vertically split dimension has isolated them to some extent from the flowing time and space. Originally, this gap would only appear briefly for a short time that was harmless before disappearing on its own. The inserted psychic energy took it as an opportunity to prolong its effect, but it did not completely break away from our dimension. It was like a transparent and fragile bubble that kept the objects in it relatively still, but this stillness was only for outside observers like you and me. For them inside, the time that passed might be different from ours, but in general, because this dimensional state is difficult to maintain for too long, they should be able to recover from it on their own and return to our time and space flow."

The young phoenix frowned and then unfolded.

"In other words, they are experiencing a short-lived warp storm inside their own time bubble that affects only themselves. And they are experiencing some events that we cannot see."

"Very close."

"So can we only wait now, or can we predict when they will return?"

"I think Perturabo's condition looks like he will be the first to return. Oh, he is coming back, so he should be able to handle the next things. I will return the body authority to Magna, and you guys... don't tell him I have been here, understand? There is only Magna Dorn here from beginning to end."

The young Phoenix nodded obediently, and the Primaris Head closed his mouth.

Three seconds later, Perturabo BC jumped up with extraordinary rage, and then found himself almost in close contact with the metal death mask of his most hated brother that Magna Dorn put in front of him.

"What are you doing here?! Stay away from me! Get out of here!"

Petulabber's voice was like a rolling thunder. He yelled loudly and shouted angrily. At the same time, he turned his head and kicked the opponent's abdomen. A huge gold iron impact sound showed that the Lord of the steel was at least eight points of strength. Fortunately, the torsional angle of the mechanical body is greater than that of humans, and Magna dangerous and dangerous to avoid the fate of becoming a large golden wall decoration embedded in the wall.

"What's wrong with you? Teacher (SIR)?"

Those golden metals twisted like a living creature in alert and shocked by the head of the original casting, and then flowed back where they should be in violation of common sense. The Great Sage is blank. I don't know if I should be surprised to discover the use of another alien technology, or should I be afraid of hearing that Don's mechanical personality calls Teacher Petrabo.

But the talent he was given told him that it was best to shut up at this moment, so that the preliminaries solved the problems between the primary.

So the first cast was silent, and the first cast used his own strength to make himself as lack of presence.

"Are you injured? Teacher?" Margina panicked back and wanted to kick him out like a cannonball, while Pallas only moved a few steps forward, frowned slightly, "You body Bloody! "

Petulabber gasped heavily. His teeth showed his lips, and he could even see pink gums, reminiscent of the hunting beast.

His one has always appeared wisdom, indifferent, and embarrassed face since he met Plas. The expression that he mapped on human beings seemed to be full of hatred, anger, and a desire to destroy, but When he swept across the Magna's face of Rog Don's death mask, the muscles on the cheeks twitched twice.

Magner immediately grabbed his pause.

"Hurry up and see Lamanen, he won't move!"

Sure enough, this sentence was successful like a bucket of ice water to quickly let Peitrabo's hot anger cooling from the magma to basalt.

The Lord of the Iron and Steel immediately walked behind the desk. After checking for a while, his look was slightly relaxed, but he frowned tightly.

The three ear force present was very sensitive. Even so, he could only hear him whispering something "still bite lightly" and "old orcs don't eat" and the like.

"Damn, the crack that could be ignored in a short time, was dragged by the old thing for more than ten hours. If he thought it could change anything, it would be wrong!"

Petula BC cursed his side, as if at this time he re -noticed the others in the office.

"What else to do? Phantom Pharmacist laboratory immediately sent Belica Riccred Calle! Tell Hong Suo — forget it, I will send him to him in person in person. Decyma passed together, you, "the master of the steel arrogantly pointed out the head of the original cast with the young Phoenix," Responsible for sending your father to him, I know that your power can suspend him, Paras Will accompany you "and you, he looked at Magner again, and his face almost kicked the guilt that had just kicked people." Give me some water to rinse his mouth -I just left the battle and did not respond. come over."

"I know, teacher," Magna smelled string songs and knew elegance. "You are not intentional, I will get water."

"Well, go."

The other two had already retired, and they were far from the right and wrong place with the sages who were almost familiar with.

"How long did I have stagnated just now?"

There was only Petula BC and Magina in the room. At this time, he started to question the other party again.

"Not too long, the teacher, I found something wrong, and only passed 484 seconds before and after coming with Pallas."

"Oh ... So," Petula BC stared at the other party, "How did you find that the situation here is wrong?"

"The viewing window in the office reports the abnormal attack value." Magna raised the metal face, "What's wrong? What's wrong? Teacher?"

"... Nothing, the situation of Koles can no longer be delayed. Let's help me call me together to reconstruct his master's brain. I can also teach you some ways to use special data for mechanical divine religions."

"OK."

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Destiny Steel Code outside the door

Now

Defense position-

The cold light flooded from the inside of the chapel like a sticky oil, covering the place.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

The emperor stood in the inside of the threshold of the chapel. The dim and flashing candlelight inside the chapel outlined a faint Phnom Penh outside his appearance. Outside the door, cloudy and clear light was shining on the defense machine. On the surface of their silver metal, a faint white light was glowing.

If there is a devout believers of the National Education at this time, they may be surprised and angry: the human figure presented by the emperor is very thin and miserable. His skull and trunk seem to be hit by the blunt weapon. The dark brown hair was adhered to the dry blood, and his eyes were gone. Only the loose eyelids were covered with empty eyes. He was wearing simple white linen robe, naked hands, feet and part of the torso. There are fresh blood stains on the top.

These blood stains meander all the way from the altar that His struggle, and the blood foot prints left every step now have thorns and roses.

He slightly raised his head, his face, which was always changing and could not be fixed in one impression, had only a pair of calm eyes staring directly at the huge silver wall of mechas in front of the gate covered with runes and defensive measures, and the commander who was supposed to be there: the former Dark Raven Guard Adalic Vannas was not in his position, or rather, the real Vannas did not know that he was assigned the order to guard here, and the one who took the order was another "Dark Raven Vannas", so He could not successfully leave here.

This is not okay.

These sons who can't be raised.

Why don't they understand His painstaking efforts?

He must leave here.

This is an opportunity. No. 4's attention was attracted by the accident He created on the other side, and Sigismund was transferred away. The emergency He carefully caused in Comoros just now led away the last commander, and the time and space dislocation He created would also affect Clarks' judgment of time... This is the best opportunity.

His target is outside the door, on the Iron Blood, and in Perturabo's office.

The original plan's weight and speed were completely insignificant compared to such a goal. His No. 4 had already been used up to this point, and he thought that was the best way to use it. Unexpectedly, Perturabo seemed to have taken away most of his power and lost his usefulness, but he could still give him such a surprise.

But his "son" was really too calculative.

It was originally his own mistake because he misunderstood it. Not only did he think too much, he was easily dissatisfied with the assigned tasks, and he was afraid of being punished.

If he could be like Dorn, when he made up his mind to obey orders, he would give up the so-called beautiful ideals and be a good son who would only prioritize executing his father's orders. In fact, it is not impossible for Him to prepare some rewards for Perturabo sometimes...

But Perturabo was too smart and was easy to think too much. Dorn was not like that. Although he was also very smart, he was more willing to obey the Emperor's orders for his ideals. After he was determined, he would resolutely execute them, even if this conflicted with his own principles. Such loyalty was the reason why He chose Dorn.

As the Emperor of Mankind, His Terran Guards need to obey without reason. He doesn't need someone who can think too much about reasons, no matter how smart that person is - not to mention Perturabo...

But all this is no longer important.

Now, in the interdimensional gap that never exists but exists in time, He has glimpsed a corner of the precious treasure found by Number Four. If He has such power and resources, then everything that was forced to stop 10,000 years ago can continue... No, it can even go to the next level.

Under the will of the Emperor of Mankind, the interests of the Human Empire must be maximized.

The Emperor of Mankind will definitely save mankind.

Similarly, the territory of the Milky Way must and can only be inhabited and ruled by humans who meet His standards.

All those who cannot meet His standards and are unwilling to agree with His ideas have only one way: they must be completely eliminated.

As long as He can rush out and get Number Four's treasure...

His palm with sacred blood pressed against the door - this blood can only flow out in Perturabo's current form.

Instantly, the entire chapel began to tremble, the murals on the walls peeled off, the statues collapsed, and the pillars and the ground cracked into spider-web-like patterns.

The edge of the door was pulverized by His touch, and the fragments rained down on the mechas defending behind the door.

The mechas opened fire.

Psychic bombs and rune bombs poured down like a rainstorm, but stopped one meter in front of Him and suspended in the air.

He took a step forward, and those special ammunition turned around and shot back at a faster speed.

The armor was like paper in front of His power, and the mechas began to suffer battle damage.

"You can't stop me... This is my mission!"