Chapter 84 Eternal Philosophical Questions

Destiny Steel

The Hall of Omens, which has just been temporarily reinforced

Internal alert and automatic defense mode α-α-α-15-9-Ω is activated

Hall combat readiness level: red-red-orange

The psychic defense position of this hall is really impeccable and self-disciplined. No wonder Master Emmenut is always relaxed no matter what divination method he tries here.

After feeling that the ether shock wave just now produced a negligible impact on the surface of his armor in an incredible way and dissipated into invisible dust, the acting priest couldn't help but muttered in his heart, and at the same time put part of his heart back in his stomach-it seems that the practice of bringing Maatra in in time and activating the preset automatic defense just now was completely correct.

Julius retracted his eyes and looked at the psychic consultant opposite him with some concern. He seemed to be stimulated many times in a short period of time and might be frightened again at any time. He was like a stressed owl, tightly pulling his shawl to wrap himself up as much as possible.

"Counselor Maatra? Are you okay?" He tried to take a half step forward.

"Don't come near me!!!!" The thin mortal on the other side shuddered when he heard his voice.

"I warn you--! Don't come over! You are an illusion sent by the heaven to confuse me! Damn bastard, which one are you?! Carlos?! Abalarex?! Jagtulus?! Or--I know!! Changeling! You must be a changeling!!!"

Every name shouted by the psychic consultant in the frenzy was like a loud bell, buzzing and vibrating the eardrums of the acting priest. Even with the help of the strict and criss-crossing defense array here, Julius still began to feel dizzy. He suddenly realized that he had read the corresponding entries of every name uttered by the other party in the book "The Relationship between Demon True Names and Curse Treatment".

On the ground, although the defensive spells were still flashing bright white light, some places were still beginning to form black frost flowers, and the colorful fox fire flickered through the increasingly thin curtains. The giggles of happy little things came from all over the dark corners, and the impatient friction of swords and stomping of feet stimulated the auditory nerves of the acting priest.

"This won't work! Shut up immediately, we must stop this immediately!!!" He shouted at the advisory officer in a louder voice, "You will open the subspace cracks and attract evil gods and the unborn!!!!"

"What are you talking about?! Open the cracks? Attract the unborn and evil gods? What evil gods?" The other party looked at him in disbelief in the violent frenzy, "Aren't you just--"

Whatever he was going to say, the words in the next moment were solidified on his trembling tongue.

"You, you, you..."

The smell of ozone in the air became stronger and stronger. The psychic advisor grabbed his staff in fear, because he saw -

His brother, the proud, cold, calculating and functional thirteenth son of the Emperor, the Lord of Five Hundred Worlds, the owner of the Armor of Reason, Robert Guilliman (face), solemnly and reverently raised a book of the Emperor's Words, which was surrounded by various chaotic energies and radiated cold golden light. The signature of the Undivided Chaos Demon Prince Lorgar Aurelion was flashing on the human skin cover of the Holy Words. The endless psychic energy from the vast ocean formed a lightning thorn crown wrapped around his forehead. His eyes melted like the core of a star. He opened his mouth and shouted the name of the saint in the name of God -

Uther Maatra felt confused and desperate at this moment. Since the recast, he thought that his cognition and personality, which he thought he had built well, began to undergo a spiritual reorganization and quenching.

The gears began to turn.

The power of the demigods gathered.

He couldn't help cursing before he started over.

"Fuck your XXXX XXXXX, Perturabo, what the hell did you do this time?!!!!"

Maatra's final voice of collapse was drowned out by a storm of platinum and black lightning.

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A leaked alarm message suddenly jumped into the retina of Ramizane, who was sitting at his desk.

[Huh? Is the alarm reading in the Hall of Omens flashing again? Emmenut is not using it now, why is it flashing? I'll switch to take a look... Eh? All the sensors are occupied? ]

[Don't watch it, it's Maatra who is demonstrating the new course to Julius inside, it's not a big problem, I'm monitoring it and helping you monitor it. ] The border collie calmly used its paw pads to wipe the screen away from Ramizane's eyes.

[If you have finished all the work assigned to you today, you can go and take a look at the new bridge briefing sent by Walter. Then think about what we have for dinner. 】

[Oh, you are already reading, that's good, dinner...] The body of the fourth Primarch immediately fell into a focused meditation on the eternal philosophical question of "what to eat for dinner later".

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"Maatra Advisor? Maatra Advisor?"

The psychic advisor came back to his senses from his meditation.

Sitting in front of him was Julius, the think tank apprentice and priest who had just accepted his guidance and completed a pleasant exploration and travel in the vast ocean with him.

"Sorry, Julius." He replied with a smile, "My state of mind was in some shock during the exploration just now. Did it scare you?"

"No." The young monk on the opposite side shook his head, "This is my first time...flying in it? Sailing so far, those things are really crazy. Thank you for expending your energy and taking risks to introduce me to these new knowledge," the acting priest said sincerely, "This will help me better understand the contents of the books and allow me to better serve the throne and the chapter."

"Haha," the psychic advisor let go of the other's hand, "It's nothing, Julius-by the way, can I call you Robert?"

"Uh, of course?" The blond young man looked a little confused, "You and the chapter leader both like to call me by my middle name. "

"Oh?" The mortal youth seemed to be unintentionally guiding Astarte forward, "That's just a coincidence. I don't know why he called you that, but I can tell you why I want to call you that."

"I'm all ears, counselor."

"Well... because you look very much like my brother," Maatra's voice sounded nostalgic, "there is also a Robert in his name."

"Well, I don't know how to answer, Master Maatra."

"It's okay, Robert. Oh, so much time has passed, let's have dinner together."

The footsteps and the friction of clothes faded away, and the Hall of Omens returned to darkness and tranquility.

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It's now 10 standard Terra minutes later, and the acting priest's mouth has begun to bitter.

Because someone is stuffing a lot of sweets into his hands at the dining table in the private room, his ears are filled with enthusiastic introductions such as "This one is called Beauty's Lips, this one is called Dancer's Navel, and this one is called Ali's Mother. I personally think they are all very delicious. You might as well try each one. "

After finally giving up thinking about some nonsense and reserve and letting myself fly across the river of life.

The green eyes of the fifteenth Primarch now flashed a happy and relaxed expression under the light.

"I have always wondered what it would be like if my brothers and I were both mortals and I could share my knowledge with them."

He said.

"Thank you, I know now. Robert."

Now in this mortal-like holy body - no, in front of the world, there is finally a mortal who admits himself.

Quack -

Good! I'd better hurry up and finish it! Now I have to change the medicine for the leather man and put on new socks -

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