Chapter 78: Psychic-Optimized Mod Version of Maatra the Psychic

Destiny Steel

Inside the Chapter Master's Office

The conversation between the two and the dog (not a dog!) has been moved to the sofas behind the compartment as the conversation progresses. The atmosphere is now harmonious and friendly.

Ramizane sat happily on the sofa amid Uther's complicated and often blinking expression, and the fingertips of one hand nail rubbed the mane on the back of Perturabo's neck.

The expression on the furry black and white face of the fourth Primarch still looks unfathomable, but the sheepdog's sideways ears and tail indicate a comfortable but nervous mood.

[Hey, Pepe, I have to say, where did you find such a psychic consultant? It's so pleasant to chat with him. It feels so good that he can understand and receive any idioms and allusions you use. ]

[Hehe. ]

[Although his body looks a little weak, the sensor readings of LOGOS tell me that his psychic strength is very strong, right? This is really great. I have always been worried that the fighting power of only a few of us and the iron ring is not safe enough in this universe...]

[Hehe. 】

【Since you have him as a friend, why did you...】

The dog stared at someone with an expression that said, "I'm going to smother you with my paw pads while you sleep."

【Uh... I'd better change the subject. 】

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"Since Perturabo has explained our situation to you in advance, I think you can call me Ramizane."

The body of the fourth Primarch looked beaming after learning that he didn't have to hide in front of the visitor.

"Thank God, we finally have someone who can talk easily with his mouth! I was worried that if I stayed any longer, I would have to confront Ahlin..."

【Glad you didn't, otherwise I would have to order Ahlin to shoot himself in the head. 】

【Pepe! 】

After the initial surprise, Uther seemed to relax a lot. He smiled and responded, "No problem, Ramizarn. Very special syllables... Does this name have any meaning?"

"Hahahaha, this name is indeed very intimidating at first glance! But it doesn't mean anything. I think my father just gave it to me on the spur of the moment."

"Your father probably doesn't want you to have the same name as someone else. This is not uncommon. Many parents give their children unique names. For example, my adoptive father also gave me a different name from the one I have now."

The elegant and slender young man nodded and began to add the eighth sugar cube to his coffee cup. Ramizarn's eyelids twitched and a bitter taste rose in his mouth. He decided to pretend that he didn't see it.

"Adoptive father...ah, sorry. So, you weren't called Uther Maatra before?"

"It doesn't matter, that was a long time ago. I can now see them from a completely new perspective. Yes, I wasn't called that before, and no one called me that, so it's normal that you don't know me."

Uther picked up the thick sweet coffee, took a sip, frowned, and put the cup down again as if he disliked it was still bitter.

"I said, although...right, that thing of autophagy, fragmentation, obscurity, and love of riddles, but I still remember clearly whether Perturabo had a psychic advisor. So what was your name before?"

"I was called the Scarlet Giant by my adoptive father and others, and some people called me the Cyclops."

"Hmm...so...you used to be called MAGNUS and THE RED. Haha, these names are completely opposite to you..."

Then a roar shook the entire office.

The huge data stream surrounding the Iron Blood produced a back-and-forth oscillation.

Captain Walter loudly issued data correction orders on the bridge, and the bridge and technical officers shuttled nervously between the various consoles.

"What did you say?! What was your name before?!!!"

The psychic consultant blinked his blue-green eyes innocently and briskly, "Don't be so surprised, my dear friend."

He emphasized the word "friend".

The border collie, who had been watching coldly until now, sighed from his nose.

[Okay, if there are any other questions, you two should understand each other clearly now. - Remember to tell him this too. 】

"I, no, he, this, you, but you, this, why did you become like this?! Shouldn't you look like that?! Like that?!"

"Well... if you want to ask me why I look like this, at least I can tell you directly about my body shape, skin color and hair color, because my psychic energy is exhausted and it is like this."

"Ah? Exhausted?! But your psychic energy readings? Huh?"

"This level is no different from having no psychic energy for me." The fifteenth Primarch who was not Magnus looked happily at the body of his incoherent brother and friend.

Then he turned his head to the frowning border collie.

"It seems that you have a very, very good body, Perturabo."

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Destiny Steel

Pharmacist's Workshop

Julius stood in the intensive care unit, looking worriedly at Emmenute, who was lying in the medical cabin and was almost broken.

The sudden violent psychic scream and its chaotic echoes had also had a great impact on Julius. The acting priest had not been able to rest for a long time. His face looked pale and haggard due to unknown interference, continuous meditation and confession for days, and even a sunken shadow could be seen on his cheek.

His mentor was even more seriously injured. The glimmering psychic cracks extended from the depths like cracks in extremely dry land, spreading like spider webs on the surface of the Thousand Sons' body. The think tank director looked in danger. If he did not have multiple positions and rune protection, he could be broken into a large pool of biomass and psychic ash at any time.

Hong Suo checked the data on the medical panel and came over to pat him on the shoulder.

"Are you still blaming yourself for not being there at the time?" The master of medicine shook his head at him with a sincere look of sympathy.

"Don't blame yourself, little Julius. This is an accident. No one wants or expects such a thing to happen, but since we are sailing in the void of this damn galaxy, it is not an accident if an accident happens. I think poor old Emmenut once told you why he was the only think tank left in our chapter - the cruelty of this universe is fair to everyone, and everyone will die eventually. Julius, all I can do is try my best to bring your teacher back within my ability."

"Thank you, Master Hongsuo." The think tank apprentice turned his face, "I understand. I am very grateful for your efforts to save Master Emmenut."

"It's good that you understand. You can stay here with him for a while. Remember to update the access code when you leave." Hongsuo patted the acting priest's shoulder again, and then left.

Julius looked at the think tank director in the medical cabin thoughtfully.

"Perhaps, it's time to end it all..."

The cold light in the cabin reflected his skull helmet, and one side of Julius Robert Omar's face was in the light, while the other side was hidden in the shadows.

Quack.

Reader questions and answers

1. Did Pony make the new suit himself or did Peppa make it with his paw pads!

A: Look at the title, it's like this when Pony has no mana.

2. Does Lamy have any other work besides developing Reka Coffee and some work for Peppa? He seems to be very idle, and he and Pony will hit it off immediately.

A: Lamy should actually do something Chaos should do, but the author encountered a severe flu and two financial demon raids in a short period of time (.) So he gathered the team members on the ship first (?)