Chapter 68 Unbearable Stupidity

The pharmacists on the screen are trying to open the hatch.

After finally successfully diverting Ramizane's attention with a seemingly reasonable but actually irrational spell, the border collie also returned to his daily work.

But some things still feel bad when they think about them.

"(Voice so ugly that it cannot be translated) Peeping Tom old bastard, get out of here quickly, don't come again! Three times is the limit!" Perturabo sat on his sofa throne and muttered in a canine throat that others could not understand. "Pretending to be crazy and stupid to cover up is an unbearable folly."

Ramizane heard the sheepdog's whimpering and deliberately glanced at the puppy who was mumbling over there. [Are you okay? Perturabo? ]

[It's okay - I suggest you focus more on Honso and his apprentice. ]

[Ah... Well, it looks like they are going to move the contents. ]

The attention of the fourth primarch's body was finally diverted again.

The dog glanced over there, and viciously marked the "Five-time strengthening of the ship's anti-subspace stance security work" item on the to-do data board as a key item.

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Destiny Steel

Omen Hall

After the purification ceremony was finally successfully (?) completed, Julius recovered his psychic teacher Emmenute on the ritual array - the latter was not dead, but was in a bad condition. He seemed to have fallen into a deep coma such as psychic overdraft or omen shock.

Although he was very worried about his teacher's condition, fortunately there were two veterans of the Second Company nearby who could be entrusted. After handing the think tank director to the reliable older Space Marines, Julius abided by his duties, returned to the venue, and used the holy relic and his own power to check the antique again.

The culture chamber was still humming softly.

The towering painted adamantine door of the Omen Hall opened silently, and the movement of the door weighing dozens of tons was as smooth as pulling open a satin curtain.

This outstanding work of art that combines mysticism and technology has an extremely sophisticated weight distribution and transmission mechanism, which makes it counterintuitively light when it is opened and closed, and ensures that the normal passage function and security measures of this door do not interfere with each other when the protection measures of the hall are opened.

It can also perform a certain degree of security scanning on people entering and leaving, so people in the hall just glanced at the entrance.

"Well... why hasn't the ceremony ended yet." Hong Suo strode into the hall, and his metal boots hit the smooth floor with patterned splicing, making a sound that was neither gold nor stone.

"Dear Julius, how much time do you need to complete it?"

The acting priest who was chanting the holy prayer did not respond to the master of potions, but just nodded to him slightly to indicate that he saw the person coming.

"Julius obviously has no other mouth to answer your question now, Master."

Parogov's voice came from the helmet, and the sound filtered out by the grille had an electronic style and a weird sense of inflection, but this extremely impressive voice still successfully distorted the faces of the war blacksmiths on the side.

"Haha! If he wants, I can install one for him!"

"You can install one for yourself first, Master."

The pharmacists stood next to the incubator, began to check their tools, and unloaded a mobile medical cabin used as a receiving and storage platform from the gravity sled.

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"What is this! We have long been part of the Undivided Chaos and the King of Steel, and now we not only have to take care of a servant of the Lord of Change, but also stand in front of a living saint or an advent or something similar who may be the primarch of the loyalists."

Shanto complained again in the private communication channel.

"If there is anything worse than this, it's probably that the name of this loyalist primarch is Rogal Dorn."

Dassadra responded impatiently, "Okay, Shanto, I suggest you save some words and complain to your old rival next time, what's his name, Lysander? You can complain to him about this."

"Aha, Dassadra, good advice. I'll be happy to do it, and it would be even better if I could cut off the limbs of the loyal Danat before the conversation begins."

"Do your own thing, Shanto."

In the middle of the hall, the priest's work was finally finished. He walked aside to look after his teacher and made way for the pharmacists to operate.

Hongso walked forward, his medical lens flashing, and carefully looked at the antique relic.

"Turn on your helmet camera to record, Parogov, this work begins..."

The master of pharmacy, who had already used sensor scanning and naked eye observation to decompose this machine in his eyes for a long time, activated the auxiliary device on his backpack surgical arm, and with the power and laser tools in his hands, he disassembled and moved with the speed and stability of precision surgery.

"The outer layer has been opened. Open the first layer."

"Open the first layer, crack the second layer, oh... password, okay, a very typical arrogant and easy to crack Mechanicus password setting... Hehehe... But what's the use of this?"

"It's a rare multiple insurance measure and energy redundancy mechanism, but why didn't he just use the stasis position? Well, I guess there was no plan to seal it for a long time before the accident... Obviously your previous owner valued you very much. Hey, hello, Black Princess."

"Master Hongsuo, using the title of princess to an ancient and respectable warrior will make your hobby seem very strange. Perhaps the title of Black Knight is more appropriate."

"Oh, little Nilaidoa, don't be so serious. I admit that I am a little frivolous. Maybe my mood is very good because I have cracked these little tricks."

The last thin high-strength crystal cover covering the Raven of Death finally faded slowly from the interlayer hidden on the side, and the contents of this culture chamber that had been drifting in the universe for an unknown period of time were finally fully presented to everyone.

The mist caused by the evaporation of low-temperature liquid spread downwards, and the flowing milky white tendrils slid across the pharmacist's white power armor boots.

Nikona Sharokin slept quietly in his ancient metal life-support coffin, and some details that were covered by frost and mist for an unknown period of time were also exposed.

Bio-relay plugs, life-support lines, and mechanical cables were inserted deeply and precisely into various parts of his body. Even with the incredible long-term energy supply, his fat and excess muscle layers had actually been consumed to a very thin, almost non-existent state, so the whole person looked thinner and slender, almost unlike the usual broad figure of the Astartes.

The two largest wounds on his body were filled with granulation tissue, hyperplastic blood vessels, and lines. It seemed that they did not heal because of the implants, which once again verified Hong Suo's guess about the accident.

"So we can see..."

While the pharmacist was talking endlessly and explaining one by one to attract the attention of everyone in the hall, his apprentice quietly wiped the wounds on the ancient warrior with a medical dressing and carefully collected medical waste.

"Next, we can transfer them so that the two can be studied separately..."

Ramizane drank a sip of tea in front of the monitoring screen.

Suddenly, the movement of weapons sounded at the same time in 0.0001 seconds.

At least three twin-linked grenade guns were aimed at Parogov at the same time.

Quack!