Chapter 107 Three Primarchs, Common Goal (Please Order)

Chapter 106 Three Primarchs, Common Goal (Please order)

Deep in the colonial spaceship of the Golden Age, in the terrifying medical laboratory. There was old and fresh blood everywhere, and the air was filled with the pungent chemical smell of formalin. The strip light embedded in the wall flickered under the unstable current supply, and its light was dyed dark red because it was stained with blood.

"Brother, I didn't mean it."

Arcana gasped and said to the Iron Warrior Captain in front of him in a helpless yet humorous tone, "Although I beat you hard, I did it for your own good. If you can still wake up, I wish I could hear you say thank you."

As he said that, Arcana punched forward fiercely.

Bang!

The leader of the Trident Council, Captain Harker of the Iron Warriors, known as the "Fighter", was hit in the head by Arcana's powerful punch.

His helmet exploded, and his nose hung limply on the face that was always full of anger.

Arcana could feel the shattering of bones and flesh. Blood spurted out from the torn face. The shape of the nose was almost invisible. Under the blood and various mucus secretions, the terrible face made people feel... Feeling afraid, Huck shook twice and then fell to the ground, with a dull sound like a mountain collapsing.

No time to rest.

In Arcana's gray sight, an Astartes wearing scarlet armor rushed toward him at the end of the corridor. The mist that diffused in the cabin was torn apart, leaving pale green ripples of subspace fluctuations on the steel ground.

"He doesn't have any ordinary potential." The Li family said in surprise, "When did he awaken that kind of ability?"

"That way you can find the source of the storm."

"You don't have any news from outside." The Lord of Steel, Thousand Son Petu, said.

"These are less than a hundred fully armed Genust, not even a dozen think tanks..." Kalenas said in surprise, "What on earth did we encounter?"

"But you don't have a few months until Arcana becomes stable."

"We haven't responded to messages for a long time." Saint Asta said gloomily, "Your heirs are in danger."

I pushed back with a heavy shoulder.

"You really thought he was good at fighting just now." Magnu said with a smile in the communication channel.

Carrenas studied the ever-changing patterns under the sphere. The undulating storm backs and unbalanced magnetism reminded me of a deep and turbulent ocean. The energy flow around the sphere was slightly disrupted, and what should have been an irregular, one-way pattern now became uneven and stable.

"Of course," Carenas said. "You're impressed."

"This is just compared to him." Labo said calmly.

Kalenas nodded, and as the lines of the howling storm gathered in my mind, I saw fewer patterns appearing.

"Do you still remember the Golden Age colonial spaceship he told you later? It was buried among the ruins of the ancient Zalukin. The first city of Arcana was built under the ruins of the spaceship."

The capital of Giles, the fortress of Samaeus.

"Damn, that guy is wrong!"

"Surely you can develop an inversion algorithm that can break the mathematical principles of those flows..."

"Man-made?" Petuchenzi said. "No one would do that on purpose."

Although we had no disputes or conflicts with each other in the past, now we can still fight together for the same goal in the name of blood relatives, and that's not enough.

Magnu pushed a rising Blood Angel under the wall, "That's an instinct you were born with!"

Li Jiaye turned back briefly.

The Lord of Steel said with a gloomy face, "You also want to know who is in charge of all that behind the scenes. No matter who it is, what it does today has violated the glory of the emperor. It will definitely be rewarded. award."

"You thought he would stop you." Kalenas seemed uninterested.

A hug, a ritual.

We either unite or combine with my storms to form super weak, super violent and devastating natural disasters.

Psykers?

"Will they disobey your advice?" Petu Thousand Sons asked, and got the answer to the question from the awkward smiles of the two originals. "He sees that your weakness in such a situation will only make the problem more exciting, and..."

"You knew they would make that choice." The Petuli family sighed and nodded.

"You hate his flattery." Li Jiaye focused all his attention on the perception of the surrounding environment. I extended my body and imagined that I was the flowing wind and the surging fog, so these things moving around The Li family Yeites all appeared in my consciousness.

Kalenas took a moment to digest the information from the Thousand Sons of Pettu.

Looking at Labo's feet, there are also several Gnust's bodies.

St. Asta also found clues in it. Mathematics is also a part of art. It should be coordinated and natural, but some of the variables are less artificial and interfere with the uncanny beauty.

"What's going on, brother?" Labo walked towards Magnu's direction.

Magnu leaned back and took the blade from Qin Shuo's hand after he regained his composure.

I recognized the brother's name from the armor's markings as Sere, a warrior from Baweqi. When he first became Genust, Magnu had never fought against that guy. But I swear, Sere has never been so savage.

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Thousand Sons Pettu picked up my hammer from under the workbench.

"You have a way to communicate using communication equipment, and you also have a way to contact us through spiritual means."

"That was random."

"He saved the ship. But its wreckage now completely blocks an eighth of Gilles' platform."

The huge force shook Genust's cerebellum, Sere's body twitched, and a mental shock from the Li family took advantage of it. Magnu let go of his hands, and Cere collapsed to the ground.

Kalenas was shocked, "So, even if you save the light of dawn, a small number of people will still die."

But that is indeed the case behind the scenes. Petu Thousand Sons said, "Do you have any spare spaceships? And it turns out that you don't have enough time to save us." "

"Did his calculations go wrong?"

There were some vague guesses in Labo's mind, and I buried that matter deep in my heart.

Saint Asta did not speak, but nodded solemnly.

"You see something," I said. "There is nothing natural in the depths of the flow."

"When we are severely injured, our spirits can recover briefly." Labo's voice came, accompanied by the sound of Li Jiayete falling to the ground, "That is not an opportunity you need to seize, communicate with us, and persuade us. Choosing to give up means continuing to be manipulated by this evil entity hidden in the spaceship."

"Not seventy-one yet," Rab replied.

"Everything he said was wrong."

The moment my spirit touched Sere, a violent bloody impulse came back. If Labo hadn't experienced 444 extreme mental squeezes when he became Genust, I almost lost my sanity because of your retreat and killing.

The Li family's steady pace was disturbed and they stumbled. Less than half of the swordsman's skills were in maintaining the pace and distance. My disordered pace meant that there was an error in controlling the distance, which meant that the opportunity to win appeared behind Magnu.

"One bad news, one good news." Kalenas shrugged, "Maybe he is a genius, but brother, he obviously has no talent for humor."

Magnu exclaimed.

"You plan to go back with them." Petu Qianzi said.

Such an injury would be enough to kill him in an instant, but for Li Jiaye Te, although such an injury was still very minor, it was not considered fatal. It is possible to generalize between people. Each Genust has two hearts driving that huge body.

However……

Petu Thousand Sons said, "Just like erasing pencil drawings with an eraser, your warriors disappeared out of thin air before retreating into this spaceship named 'Sitan'. There was no ripple."

Or... some kind of underlying genetic defect?

"You don't have many companions who need to be rescued." Magnu continued to move backwards, searching for these opponents hidden in the darkness.

"How is that possible?"

Li Jiaye suddenly became less panicked. It was almost instinctive. He wanted to let the other soldiers of our legion know about the strangeness in Brother Serei's body. I hit my head hard and collided with Cere's head. The sound of metal twisting and deforming was thick and clear.

The Li family was still struggling, and less blood shot out from my chest.

Even though he could see what the Serei brothers' faces looked like, Li Jiaye could still keenly judge that it was definitely something as complicated as being manipulated.

"Not really." A look of anger flashed across Petu Qianzi's face, "That should be the case, but some basic things haven't changed."

A kind of joy is ravaging your body and mind. Your spine seems to be being mercilessly beaten by pressure, and your thoughts become as sticky and clear as glue. You love your children so much that you can't help but watch us encounter safety while you are involved in it.

But in comparison, the color of the Seventeenth Legion is brighter red, while the armor of the Fourth Legion looks more elegant and noble without the golden background.

"It's a pity.

The Thousand Sons of Pettu said, "The sages of the Mechanicus tell you that it will take at most eight to seven days for us to be functional again. Even if a new landing facility has not been built in the city, in your worst estimate Only one in eight people can escape successfully."

"You know the specific reason, but he can't come and see for himself."

…

That idea was so incredible that when he came to the conclusion, Sheng Li Jiaye himself felt that he was not too confident.

"You will find us." Kalenas promised and exhaled, "No matter what, you will give up any heir."

Petu Qianzi brought up the eight-dimensional view of the Lijiaye port facilities, and the Dawn of Light lay completely under the landing platform. Its keel was cracked, and the gap under the hull exposed the ship's iron guts. At the command of members of the Adeptus Mechanicus, the Iron Warriors swarmed down, cutting it open like a hunter cutting into a slaughtered whale.

Petu Thousand Sons began the question, "So, now is the seventh question."

Magnus thrust the power sword into Qin Shuo's heart, blood spurting out.

"Those storms move like music or deep ocean currents, but they are the result of natural interactions. Those storms are... man-made."

"Maybe one day the tiny Magnus will fall, but if it does, it will be outside."

Carenas stepped back from the command desk, shaking the glowing planetarium, and drank the information. I let the incoming tide of the magnetic storm and the flowing whirlwind wash over me.

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"This is to make you focus, to think about other things randomly." Magnus said, "The closer you are to failure, the more difficult it is to be careless and lead to failure."

Our movements are unpredictable, and each one is changing direction randomly.

The roar and the friction of teeth came from the helmet.

"..."

"You were gone before, but now you are gone."

Petulijia indifferently retracted his gaze from under Carenas, "Yes, both are good news."

"Yes, what is it."

Magnus took a step forward.

"Awakening?"

It must be Fang Erren's words.

"Let you move as slowly as possible, go and come back quickly." Saint Asta placed his right hand on the left shoulder of the Lord of Steel, and his left hand on the right shoulder of Carenas. After a moment of determination, Li Jiayes also stretched out his hands, and then it was Petulijia.

Li Jiaye stared at the Blood Angel lying on the ground without thinking.

"Is that Li Jiaye's magnetic field model?"

Bang!

Saint Asta said, your attention was not distracted by the quarrel between the two Primarchs, and you have been focusing on the problem itself from beginning to end. Under data analysis, Saint Asta may be like Pertu Thousand Sons and Carenas, but the Primarch's wisdom still ensures that you can reach the level of genius in any aspect.

Li Jiaye said, "Take back what you said just now."

Li Jiaye's swordsmanship master flew out under control, making a dent under the wall, and cracks spread under the ancient metal.

The original body of the Iron Warrior swept away the image of Li Jiaye's airport and replaced it with an image of a storm. Countless whirlwind-like storms spun under the volume of the sphere, growing and multiplying at a terrifying speed and fierce power.

The one who came to Aka was Qin Shuo. The sword followed the man, and even under the control, he was a swordsman with very low attainments. But my intention was too obvious. Li Jiaye could tell that the power sword in the other party's hand was aimed at his throat, trying to cut off his head.

A spiritual energy wave came from under the Tianshi Li Jia, spreading inward in the form of ripples. Under the influence of spiritual power, Qin Shuo's spirit fell into a deep sleep. I continued to struggle, nailed to the wall by the long sword, and my feet were slightly suspended in the air.

Furious kick, the body of the Iron Warrior was kicked out like a sandbag.

The paint schemes of the 17th and 4th Legions are both red.

I am organizing the subsequent outline, so today's update will be a little late, sorry,