Chapter 67 Fat Maine

Steel of Destiny

Office of the Chapter Master

“Huh…” Seeing the last bit of golden light dissipate outside the cultivation chamber of Sharokin, Ramizane, who had clenched his fists throughout the whole process, let out a long breath. “Fortunately, fortunately…”

Ahalin lowered his eyes politely and considerately.

Perturabo sat calmly on the sofa throne and continued to deal with daily documents.

Except for a black ear that stood up and turned flexibly towards Ramizane, there was no part of the wonderful ceremony that could interest the furry Lord of Steel.

[To be honest, seeing that Emmenut could make such a big scene with just a purification ceremony, I really thought something was going to happen. Also, his purification ceremony itself seemed a little wrong, didn’t it? Why does it look like Egypt—I mean, to use localized words, a, uh, Prospero flavor? Isn’t the purification ceremony process of the Empire like this now? All the sensor reports from LOGOS on the anomaly in the ceremony hall told me that the only readings that could be compared to the scene at that time can be traced back to Holy Terra in the 31K era - although the intensity is far less. 】

With a strange feeling of surviving a disaster, Ramizann kept talking to himself while rubbing the back of the dog's head and the roots of his ears.

【Hehe. 】Perturabo's claws swiped across a data board, and the dog made a mocking sound on the sofa, "I do know a lot about this thing you said, but I don't want to mention it at all. I just want to tell you that now it seems that I was surrounded by super idiots and assholes at that time."

【But what was that golden scene at the end? Pepe, do you think that the way Julius used his psychic power at the end, uh, the golden and blue halo and small wings... look very familiar? 】 Ramizann muttered with lingering fear, and at the same time picked a drink from the "New Product Tasting of the Next Moon Canteen" tray brought by Ahalin and sniffed it.

【No. I don't think it looks familiar. 】Perturabo answered very straightforwardly, "You think too much. Psychic energy can be of any color, and it is also related to the user's own talent. 】

The demon primarch also added, "The iconic colors of the 15th Legion after the Great Heresy are even gold and blue. 】

【That makes sense... but is that golden image really okay? The more I think about it, the more familiar it looks. 】La Mi Zain suddenly became alert, "It can't be..."

【You think too much, I said it's gone. 】The dog blew a breath of hot air from his nose heavily, and began to make some very targeted, pretentious laughs.

【Please use this exquisite primarch brain you are using to think about whose body you are in. We are in a barren and desolate section of a certain star sector that no one cares about, on a small broken ship that doesn't even have a few Chaos Space Marines, wandering around in the universe. Do you think it's the dead old man you think of? Would he deliberately turn his gaze away from his favorite offspring and focus on us insignificant beings? 】

The demon primarch sneered with the chest of a sheepdog, [He even forgot that I was a chess piece in his hand when he was counting chess pieces. 】

[Hmm - yes, you, a local native, should have more authority than me in judging such things. That's fine! Let me first see what new products our mysterious chef sent Ahlin to deliver. 】Once he understood this part, Ramizane happily and habitually handed over the thinking work to the border collie.

Half of the area on the rectangular gilded silver tray was placed with a few small glass bottles, and the other half was covered with silver-covered dinner plates and dish cups.

"What is this? I mean it smells like um... citronellal, ethyl acetate, ethyl 2-methylbutyrate, sweet orange aldehyde, tallow wax, tea polyphenols, tannins, carbon dioxide... so what is this?"

"A mixed drink made from semi-fermented candied peels of citrus and semi-fermented tea leaves, my lord."

"Sounds good... let me try... why does it have a bubbly taste?"

"My lord, do you need me to replace the water and other drink samples for you?"

"No, it actually tastes quite special, so that's it," the huge demigod took a sip of the small teacup, "Hmm... this combination is unexpectedly quite interesting."

[Would you like to try this? Let me see the instructions - a salad made of orange melon fruits, some plump and crispy wild mushroom slices and grains mixed with sauce? Oh, the tasting version does not contain Astartes ingredients, which looks very good for your health, Perturabo baby. 】

Rami Zahn put a plate of mixed colorful salad on Perturabo's small table, and at the same time glanced at the monitors in the Hall of Omens. ——In fact, the sensor can project the image directly onto his retina as required, but the librarian is always used to confirm it again with the naked eye.

【Tsk, what are you still worried about? Dassadra is on site with the ejection remote control to supervise, and once something changes, he will faithfully execute my orders. 】Bian Mu raised his paw and pressed the voice button, "I will eat."

Ahalin started to walk to the other end of the workshop to tidy up the workbench of the kind father, and deleted the cosmic horror image of "the father of genes lowering his head and licking salad from the plate with his pink tongue" from his mind, which helped him maintain a calm state of mind throughout the whole day's duty.

[I know that Dassadra has a remote control. By the way, the button you designed actually just ejects the problematic part out of the ship, right? ]

The Border Collie Demon Primarch pushed the remaining salad away, then licked the tip of his nose and looked at his body calmly.

[…It really just ejects the problematic part out of the ship, right? ! ]

[Hehe. ]

[…Baby Pepe, how many little secrets are there on your Iron Blood? ]

[Guess. ]

[It shouldn’t be more than Lion Johnson’s Dark Angel. ]

[Don’t mention the fat Maine who sleeps all day in front of me. ]

[…Ah…? ]

[It’s okay. ] Border Collie raised his paw and pointed at the person who was busy on the monitoring screen in the Hall of Omens. [What are Honso and his very, very, very annoying little apprentice doing? I suggest you pay more attention to them. ]

[Poor Parogov has been wearing a helmet under the order you issued. 】

【I have always regretted that I didn't make him into a specimen and put him under my mattress because of your trickery. 】

【Uh. Let him wear a helmet all the time. 】

Rami Zahn turned his eyes to the pharmacists who were operating the culture chamber on the screen.

"What is that...?"

Quack!

It's fermented tangerine peel oolong tea!