Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 271 So, can I exchange it? !
The turquoise ocean on the Pearl Moon is vast, primitive, and boundless.

The reason why I say boundless is because there is indeed no continent in the true sense here, and there are even few islands, because everything is hidden under the turquoise water that covers the entire planet.

The strange thing is that no one has realized the irrationality of the existence of this ocean star for a long time. Even though it can receive as much sunlight as Carrick, the surface temperature of one of the twin planets is stable at minus 4 degrees Celsius. The temperature can reach 4 degrees above zero, it is frozen all year round, and the temperature of a planet is stable at 37 degrees Celsius. It is a strange contrast to the warm and humid ocean, but it did not arouse the vigilance of investigators or immigrants. Everyone It came naturally to me.

This time Pertura spent a lot of money. Under his order, the armory specially modified a Storm Bird for their trip back to the bottom of the sea, so that its shell and engine could withstand the water pressure of thousands of meters deep. , and equipped with sufficient weapons.

Each of them put on their own power armor, and put a newly discovered "macho man" who was not easy to define into a stasis stance, and brought them into the modified diving Stormbird.

In someone's words, "I really don't worry about this person with a criminal record being left alone on our ship. I don't want to see scenes that need to be coded all over the place when I come back. It's better to take it with me. At least he can't run away when he's at the bottom of the ocean."

Angron thought for a moment, but he didn't ask the question "What about us?"

The abyss is not as ruthless and calm as many people imagine. Its boundless darkness is full of rapids or uncontrollable, swept by whirlpools, impacted by dangerous ocean currents, and inhabited by deadly predators.

The ruins of ancient alien palaces are dotted on this turbulent seabed rock bed. Most of the ruins are not stable, but drift with the waves, and are mixed with the huge wreckage that is inserted diagonally into the seabed. There may be traces among the scattered traces. Those of the ancient Eldar, and possibly the Human Empire.

The submersible they drove this time was undoubtedly more advanced and more powerful than the last time.

"Where is the 'door' you encountered last time? Do you remember it? Angron."

"What? Is there still a ghost of Ada here?"

"According to our research on the last accident, we believe that the energy constructed by the ancient Eldar here is no longer enough to trigger this mechanism that may be some kind of webway gate, and Endred Hal happened to bring enough energy that day. The spirit stone allows it to operate again according to the wail of the undead - by the way, I don't recommend using spiritual vision here, the annoying pointy-eared dead man's nagging is still too much."

Behind the wake of their storm birds, the muddy water waves spread and swayed. There was still a thin layer of broken light on the surface of the broken web door, but it was like the breath of a dying person, just shining in vain. , and it can’t really have any impact on them.

The propeller picked up some sea snow floating in the water, and they continued to move forward. When they passed over the ruins of the spiritual bone building, they tightened their muscles, but indeed, just like the previous survey teams and this time, they Nothing happened except that the humidity in the air seemed to become a little higher and a faint whine came from a very distant place.

"Wouldn't it trigger it again if we just went there rashly?"

The Stormbirds cautiously passed over the collapsed ruined spiers and sloping keels. The seabed was dim and lightless. Their searchlights only stirred up some small movements in all directions. The ground was covered with white ash. There are no corals or aquatic plants at the deepest bottom.

"Now that we've all seen the keel of the ship, it shouldn't be far."

"It's just the echo of the dead, not much soul," Perturabo turned his head in his helmet, "but it's really annoying and makes my ear hairs itch."

"When the investigation team came down later, did they try to find the keel code of the ship?"

"We checked, but that location was buried beneath the ground during the impact, so we can only consider approaching it from inside the hull. Let's move over and see the specific conditions at the scene."

"It's a bit inappropriate for us to conduct an out-of-vehicle inspection. To be honest, I still feel that it's more dangerous here than in the universe..." "Shut up."

"Okay." The person who was immediately cut off shrugged and turned to look at the companions who were standing still in the cabin.

Lamizane still didn't figure it out.

Where is Sarakin who is so big like me? Where is the injured, black-length, straight-white... snow-white skinned hunk like me?
Look at this in the cabin now! ...It's big enough, and it's white enough...The hair is black enough and long and straight...uh...it seems to fit the bill...

But why and how can he call himself Sarakin? !

But it seems that the only person on our ship who has indeed been lost from maintaining his stasis is Nikon Sharokin...

Lamizane stood up and walked to the stasis stance generator that made a gentle buzzing sound. The value of this device was not reflected in its decoration. Although its material itself was ordinary, it Every line on the body is unparalleledly concise and powerful, interpreting a certain kind of beauty from the inside out that can be formed when industrial standardization reaches its extreme, as if it is created based on perfect mathematical proportions and smooth laws of physics. The lines on the surface of any object naturally make "human" perception feel elegant and comfortable.

There is a long groove below it, and the indicator light inside flashes to indicate safety and normal operation. The panel is a little lower, consisting of more buttons, input screens, and scanning sensors. It is obviously made by quite a lot of people. Discreet and safety conscious.

It contained a very, very, very huge thing of beauty.

Although Lamizane knew from the beginning, and this is true in his current body, that all Primarchs, no matter what they actually look like, are so carefully genetically modified that they are beautiful. It cannot be denied. Just like the device that imprisons him, it has a beauty that can naturally attract other people's attention.

Although it is man-made, it is completely natural.

But the beauty of this one is still outstanding.

Slender and straight nose, thin and straight lips, narrow cheeks contrary to the openness of some original bodies, high cheekbones, pointed chin, slender neck and long black hair, the length of the hair is in line with their correct The sarokin was the same as the day it was fished out. It was still very long, divided on both sides of his body, and hung down to the ends of his feet.

However, compared with the person he saw that day, his changes are also obvious. His pale muscles are tightly attached to a frame that is taller than any Space Marine. He has upper limbs and shoulders that are almost as elegant as a flying beast, but He surprisingly restrained the protruding feeling, and wore a thin Olympian-style robe loosely wrapped around his body, and his waist was only held together by thin ropes woven from the most fragile plant fibers.

And according to the testimony of two people on the ship who are definitely eyewitnesses.

The man who has been firmly calling himself Nikon Sharokin looks exactly like Konrad Coze.

……

So where is Sarakin who is so big like me? ! ! ! !
Can I exchange the product? ! I'm worried that I won't be able to grasp this! ! ! ! ! !

(End of this chapter)