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Chapter 57 C'est la vie pas le paradis
  Destiny Steel

Chapter Master's new office
  "Ah, so what is the situation? Please deign to explain it to me." The Supreme Wizard of the Thousand Sons, who came in response to the call of the leader of the group - Emmenut, the director of the group's think tank, is now standing In front of the desk, he looked up and down at the fallen Raven Guard who was also standing there but very uneasy with a playful and curious look.

Adalic Vanus is not wearing his power armor - the tattered black flying pack power armor and lightning claws have been recycled to the mysterious armory of the Destiny Steel, and so far no one has received them Notification that their repairs are complete.

The rebel of the 19th Legion only wore a simple linen training robe, a thin belt around his waist, and the same simple Olympian leather sandals on his feet. His long black hair was combed and parted in the middle, hanging on both sides of his pale to almost transparent cheeks. He pursed his lips, and his purple eyes ignored the think tank director who was looking at him, but stared closely at him. Watch every move of the man behind the desk.

Wrapped in gold ornaments, mechanical ribbons and polished armor, the Contemptor Fearless, Lord of Guardians, Lord of Recruits, Captain of the Tenth Company, Elder Khadormo was sitting on the side of the desk with his chest and belly raised.

Numerous data points were flashing rapidly on the Dreadnought's eyepiece. The wizard noticed that his built-in disintegration cannon power claw and twin laser cannon had been replaced by a pair of mechanical hands suitable for the Dreadnought's proportions. One of them was still holding a quill. He was processing stacks of official documents and data pads that were being sent to him at a dizzying speed.

Alharin, who had recently served as a herald and an attendant, stood beside Fearless, delivering new documents to Elder Khadomo and sorting out the documents that had been processed.

Emmenute took another deep look at Zhan, who was sitting in the main seat. There were many office supplies that were more decorative than practical in front of him. There was also a cup of steaming Fuli Baireka coffee on the smooth table. Leader - "Perturabo".

The other party looked like he didn't feel anything was wrong. "To be specific, we...my request is that you must leave some just right chaos marks or other influences on Adalic. It must be just right! Keep his sanity, body and skills, and don't cause anything to me. Possessed warriors may really attract something I don’t want to see - that is, don’t engage in demonic possession or sacrifice and body snatching.”

"If you only need to do this without requiring enhancements in strength or special functions, there is no technical problem. I have to look at his current situation first." The Thousand Sons Supreme Wizard suddenly said that he was familiar with the field. He showed an authoritative smile, "Will you check him here? Dear Lord of Iron."

"Just stay here. There is enough protection in the office. I just checked the Hall of Omens, and your student Julius is inside. There is no need for you to take Adalik back."

"As you wish. Then let me check him first."

Emmenut raised his falcon-shaped staff, and the twisted energy of the High Heavens was delicately channeled through the purposely open filter.

The magic circle rings and runes hidden under the floor gradually lighted up, and layers of visible or invisible intertwined three-dimensional shields and protective fields unfolded. The core area and engine output power of the Iron Blood continued to increase. Each dimensional layer emits an arrogant and high-pitched harmonic chant.

The warning lights all over Bakht Walter on the forward bridge were flashing, and the captain was doing his best to allocate energy supplies in accordance with the orders he received.

The quill rustled on the parchment, and Adalic's hair and eyebrows in the magic circle were covered with white frost. The crackling sound of psychic energy and the subtle smell of ozone gradually became stronger.

"This smell... is really complete. It really makes people wonder what he has done before... the preference of the Lord of Changes, the legacy of the person in charge of the triple cycle, and a little bit of the blood god's smell, but in the end he He should have given a part of himself to the rule of the Prince of Darkness... Huh? What's going on? How come there are still energy traces of the Corpse Worshipers——!"      Pale golden energy flames jumped from the Raven Guard's body , Emmenut heard a heavy cold snort coming from the Contemptor Fearless, but he had no time to care. The power of the ancient rotting corpse was being activated due to the invasion of chaotic energy, and it rushed towards the wizard to kill this evil The point of existence is completely burned——

The Thousand Sons Chaos Space Marine stood still, stretched out his hands, grasped his staff, and loudly and clearly read the syllables of the evil, ancient, blasphemous, and extinct alien language of the incantation. In an instant, a wave of Full of billions of possibilities, bright and strong, he has never felt such pure power of chaos pouring into his body——

The colorful energy that constantly changes between solid, liquid and gaseous states emerges from the top of the staff and instantly wraps around Dark Crow's body, annihilating each other with the faint golden flames. The naked eye can never gaze at the wonderful color existence beyond In a blink of an eye, every bit of hue appears as blue, purple, red and green feathers reflected by crystal fragments of different colors——

The lost knowledge of countless unknown worlds, the fate of countless sentient beings, and the answers to countless difficult questions were all clearly presented in Emmenut's mind like lines on his fingers. The ecstasy of such a blissful experience made his lips tremble, His teeth were chattering and he could barely stand.

But the Supreme Sorcerer was well aware of the dire consequences of making the slightest mistake at this moment. He concentrated and tried his best to stare at his target. His spell-casting gestures were still precise, and the guiding syllables with repeated complicated mantras from his mouth still maintained extreme accuracy. Stablize.

The Thousand Sons wizard stood in the magic circle, facing the psychic hurricane, roaring wildly and shouting out the runes that would eventually burn the mark of chaos on Adalic's tongue. His think tank hood began to have cracks due to the excessive increase in power output, " Remember Prospero! For the Scarlet King!"

The golden and blue energy roared and devoured each other. The body of the Raven Guard, which was the main battlefield of this miniature battle, was suspended in mid-air, bound by the colorful energy field. A large number of green energy rune chains were continuously cracked and broken from the cells. The restoration miraculously preserved his physical integrity.

Vanus was involuntarily convulsing and twisting in pain, and uncontrollable, sharp, inhuman, broken moans and screams came out of the Space Marine's mouth, showing that he was suffering from the pain of constant death and rebirth, but his purple His eyes were still fixed on the person behind the table.

Elder Khadomo's quill was still writing without any pause or hesitation. Aharin couldn't help but use the corner of his eye to peek at "Perturabo" sitting behind the desk.

Lamizane raised the cup, drank half the cup of coffee, sighed, and showed a comforting expression to the Raven Guard.

"C'est la vie pas le paradis, Adalic, I promise you, it will be over soon, soon."

There seemed to be a low grunt and breath of satisfaction coming from the Contemptor Dreadnought. At first, he did not understand what kind of sound it was. Then, the Iron Warrior suddenly realized that it was another part of his genetic father. A form is laughing.

　croak——

　　See you after six o'clock
  　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)