Chapter 611 I’m Sorry, I Turned Your Father Into

Chapter 611 Sorry, I turned your father into...

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"The first child is raised according to the book, and the children behind him are raised according to the pig." - Common saying of Guterra-

"When the gambling monster finds that someone will give them a guarantee regardless of whether they are willing or not, then gambling is impossible to stop actively."

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"Isn't we really need to go there?"

"No." Surrounding Pertulabo BC, a large number of holographic projection screens are now unfolding with twelve servo skulls as reference points. The speed of data light spots flowing has exceeded the calculation speed of ordinary space warriors. The Lord had just sent out Ahalin, and instead he had the veterans who were now working for him from Istavan to take the airmen to defend other positions on the ship.

The guards outside the office were all replaced by members of the Iron Warriors and the Imperial Fist, as well as so many iron rings, Jade Dragon automatic combat robots and spider-shaped automatic turrets that Ramizane had never seen before. There were so many that he even suspected that if it weren't for the lack of space, Peturabo could have filled more large robots, vehicles and artillery here.

Sitting behind the desk in the office of the commander of the Destiny Steel, Ramizane Carlosini felt that he had never felt that being a mortal was so inconvenient.

Although he does feel bitter, sad, dissatisfied or complained when he is a mortal, he will also equally thank the sunshine every day and every friendly response, or put his palm on Pertulabo The beautiful and happy moment on the back of the plush head, which was hot in the sun.

But now and then, so unfortunately, it becomes the primordial body of the mortal body, which means a fact that he does not want it to happen:

He has become almost a mortal except for his size and mind, and now he has become a drag on Pertulabo.

Because the two of them could not get too far in the spatial structure (but for some reason, this law is much tolerant in time), but just the limitation of the spatial scope and his current fragile condition are enough to make Pertulabo BC unable to Go personally to suppress the "subspace invasion" accident on the Iron Blood.

Although his Peturabo told him not to worry too much, he had sent his most reliable maneuver company to suppress it, this accident was just another normal among many accidents, and the previous accidents had been resolved. Times are no exception.

But as someone who is too familiar with his current form, Ramizane can see that all the small movements of the black and white flower sheepdog are crazy about expressing an opposite answer.

Originally, if he had not lost his physical strength, at least he could try to accompany him to the scene to deal with it under the LOGOS and the mechanics. But now this body that could be sprained by a 10-centimeter-small dip and lost its ability to move. Well...

"Don't you really let the Desima Sage go and see it together?"

Ramizane tried to suggest.

"He is a member of the Yuanhuan Sect. Although he is completely incompatible with the Martian Sect and has worked for me for so long, it will be useless for him to have the passion for fighting in this matter." Peturabo was fully focused on it. Staring at the fast-moving screens and the information flow to the door, the sent words obviously reduced the components of thinking. "After all, his body and thinking were born after the rain on Mars, he himself could not believe himself. So he had asked me to seal him in the armory."

"oh."

Lamizane didn't know how to proceed, so he answered a word dryly, while sitting in place and thinking indiscriminately.

The words he had read from ancient times to the present, the manuscripts and the imperial banned books he had read at his harbor windows, and everyone he had met so far that he could meet the numbers, listen in a chat A quick glance of the history that only the Primaries or veterans know...

The fragments of his thoughts were stirred together, allowing his imagination to diverge infinitely at this moment.

"… Then can we ask Magna to help? Just like when we brought Angelon back?"

"Magna's load value has reached the theoretical maximum." Pertulabo's black and white eyebrows frowned tightly, "At this time, if Utherma Atla is here, or Angelon, Fogge Reim, Ferrus, Koz...Macardo, Kaur, and even Leon and Kiriman... Forget it, don't want these two... But everyone is not here..."

"I'm here, baby!"

"You stay here honestly and just help!"

"oh."

The alarm sounds from far to near.

At first, the fighting movements from the chapel blocks as far as dozens of deck areas could not be transmitted to the offices in the core area.

But with the abnormal, miniature earthquake-like tremor inside the Iron Blood, even if Ramizane doesn't have common sense of fighting, it should be known that things are starting to become less simple.

This big ship has undergone so many modifications with various technological contents. Even if someone creates any movement of the original fragment resurrection activity or the limited salvage activity of Istavan3, it is so quiet that it is not beaten. Stop someone's sleep or make people who are far away from several deck areas feel obvious movement.

But now it is moaning in pain.

It is difficult for Ramizane to describe this feeling with the specific human feelings.

But he just heard the painful moans of Iron Blood under the great pressure of forcing him to obey.

Although he didn't know that this was the pressure from the body's DNA encoding that was once engraved at the source of the core mechanical soul and gene seed reserve of Iron Blood, he could feel the pain and despair and the dimness in front of him spread around him in an instant. .

The guards in front of the office door had the children who loved their fathers silently released their weapons, and their bodies became weak, and when the potion masters called loudly by their companions unveiled their helmets sealed their helmets. I found these firm and tenacious sons of Dorn with no eyes, with sadness and confusion on their faces. Some even widened their eyes, and transparent tears flowed through the corners of their eyes through the scars of their fighting.

After sending this group of companions to the pharmacist's laboratory at a loss, the remaining soldiers held the weapons in their hands tighter.

The surging existence like a star came straight towards their defense.

The composite metal and anti-psychic cabin partitions and walls were burned through and melted as if nothing had been carefully designed by Pertulabo

He didn't need to know the route of the maze at all, he just needed to follow the lead of that seductive goal.

Go straight forward.

"It" shines in His vision like the fruit of wisdom in a tree, which is exactly what He deserves to have, and only the Lord of Humanity is qualified to obtain, and to use it as his will to save every one The lost and ignorant world fulfills His brilliant destiny!

Nothing can stop Him now.

His exquisite show of weakness and the strategy of leading the guards and the trillions of souls burned out in ten thousand years are enough to make Him this place unrivaled in this moment.

The last corridor is the door to the office at the end.

First of all, there are attacks from those automatic turrets.

They roared fiercely, and the deadly weapons swarmed towards a place like His landing as if they were reckless.

The power of the human soul surrounds Him, and He raises a hand. Open your palms.

The shells, beams, gravity waves or other things were all still.

Then it fell and disappeared without a trace.

He clenched his fists.

The machine souls of the automatic turret also whine. They began to be disordered, entered a meaningless continuous cycle, then overloaded, heated, and finally all paralyzed with a "pong" sound.

The same is true for combat robots, but their protection has allowed them to hold on for a little longer.

But He also pushed forward three hundred feet during this period.

The final line of defense is the Iron Ring Masses and the remaining Space Marines.

"You...can't get through."

He opened his golden eyes and looked down at his creation with his fingers that dared to point at his gun.

These works were once derivatives of His perfect creation, but now they aimed their weapons at their creators.

"You did a good job, was it for Him?" He said, even a hint of divine compassion and interesting surprise in his voice, "but it is not good enough."

He stepped through the blood and scattered metal under his feet, like an unstoppable locomotive rumbled across the rails, crushing any flesh and blood that dared to stop His advance.

The door was pushed open with a bang.

Before the next second hand walked over, He had rushed to the mortal who had not reacted at all, with his forehead against his forehead and his eyes facing him.

"It's my turn."

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That's it.

Still the same.

it's over.

Peturabo thought coldly.

This bone-like tyrant, a tyrant, an old man who was immersed in the comfort of the past, a man who was self-righteous, a man who was born by human desires and sacrifices, and a father-son who never knew what his father was but tried to tell him with an unjust father-son relationship who had never known what his father was. The sons can solve everything with these "fathers".

It's the same again.

He always feels that he can handle everything.

But he didn't understand that the world was not working like his mind that had adapted to the old rules for tens of thousands of years.

Peturabo almost felt angry.

But there is another hidden liberation.

here we go again! ridiculous! He just doesn't want to believe other people's words! Even what His so-called Son told him!

He must come in person, right? Then let Him taste the bitter fruit!

He watched coldly as He began to smugly attack the flesh and blood cage he had built for Peturabo and tried to replace that existence with something he knew.

The cage of flesh, which was now so fragile that it was extremely fragile, was immediately broken and there was only a shadow on the office chair.

Then.

The existence behind the desk who could no longer look directly opened his eyes. He faced the "that", and then let out a terrifying scream of a silent but squealing shock wave sweeping the galaxy in the subspace.

The entire empire's holy land was shaken, and the eyes of the terrified bishops and believers below were falling from the domes of countless magnificent churches. The star speakers rolled on the ground, grabbing themselves with blood. Falling eyes.

The dark side of the empire was even worse, with the stormy waves in the subspace seeping out from wounds in the universe, forming one sinister subspace storm vortex after another.

Why did He think that Peturabo has not allowed them to meet?

Are you afraid that Ramizane will be defeated by Him?

joke!

The Lord of Steel knew very well how powerful the power he had found was to start a prairie fire.

He really protected Him by isolating the two of them. This old bastard who always thought that no matter how big the trouble was, there would always be someone who would not tolerate it to cover up for him, was always like this.

As the one who had been circulating in this universe countless times, if simply ending this old bastard could solve all the problems, he would have solved them long ago.

Do you really think he hadn't tried? He could have tried his best to reach the throne room at the beginning of the 22nd cycle! It was not a mythical miracle to walk in there. There were more than one aliens and heretics who had reached there. Even without too much force, the inner ghosts, lunatics and fanatics could handle everything.

He put away his claws and watched coldly as the other party was washed away layer by layer of the real or unreal flesh and blood that made up him in the torrent of data. His projection on the cave wall began to become smaller and clearer, until it began to reveal His ancient, admirable but unrespectable essence.

This is the end, he thought.

If Ramizarn wins, then the universe will lose its fragile balance and quickly come to the end of everything because it cannot lose his existence so suddenly.

If his biological father gets lucky and wins an impossible victory, then Perturabo will bring everything to an end.

There will be no third way, and of course there will be no winners. Everyone loses, and of course it can be regarded as the final balance of his report, and everything returns to zero.

Perturabo's mind also drifted away at this moment. He knew what it felt like. Every death at the end of the cycle would make him feel how illusory his previous persistence was.

It is better to say that he was enlightened at the moment when he could persist again after so many cycles.

He suddenly realized at that time that this was the moment that made him realize how crazy his paranoid stubbornness was - even a person with a firm mind like Sigismund could not persist so many times in the face of being proven time and time again that all efforts and solutions were nothingness.

It was because of his paranoid madness that he could persist until the end and look back.

There is a fine line between genius and madness.

Perturabo's thoughts returned to the scene of what was happening in front of him that he could not understand but his extraordinary soul was converting into visual signals that his optic nerves and brain could receive.

He saw that His form had been completely blown away by the strong wind formed by the irresistible gaze of the existence, and the last few scattered lights left Him.

The light of the Astronomican dimmed again at that moment.

The emergency meeting of the high lords had been convened, the imperial guards had regrouped, and desperate believers and pilgrims were kneeling outside the palace. The warriors fighting in the farther places were surprised to feel the unspeakable shadow of fear beginning to climb to the peak of their hearts - their weapons became less sharp, and the power surging in their muscles receded like a tide.

But——

Perturabo closed his eyes.

Let it end like this.

...Huh?

This movement does not seem like annihilation...

"Uh."

Rami Zahn's voice sounded, sounding a little weird... embarrassing?

What's going on? !

Perturabo BC opened his eyes and looked.

Ramizane was holding a non-human form of his former biological father in his hand, looking at him awkwardly.

"Should I let go first? I think I might have turned your father into..."

He looked at his hand and said unconfidently.

"A pigeon."