Chapter 77 You Shouldn't Have Helped

Lami Zain finally sat back in his seat in full armor 300 seconds after breakfast and drank the rest of the Reka coffee.

It's a bit cold, he thought.

Although this temperature change doesn't mean anything to his current body, he still maintains his little habits and preferences as a human in all aspects. Perturabo complained about this but never had any major objections.

When dozens of large and small sensors installed on LOGOS sent dangerous warnings or predictions to Lami Zain in different ways at the same time, he knew that the person Perturabo told him to wait for had arrived.

He turned his eyes to the door of the office. It was also made of multiple layers of special composite materials, with runes added to the interlayer. The surface of the door was covered with a layer of decorative hardwood produced in Tanis. The door with simple carved border lines had no other decoration except the gold handle and the silver skull carving.

Both Soltarn and Dassadra had suggested that such a gate would be too plain and simple for an audience with the Primarch, and not gorgeous and majestic enough for the office of the honorable Primarch, but Ramizarn and Perturabo thought it was fine.

[Looking at the old skeleton's terrible aesthetics and people's expectations of it, this kind of subtle idea is not immune even in the Eye of Terror - some are even more complicated, and it is hard not to think that even the betrayers are still deeply influenced by them. ]

Ramizarn remembered Perturabo's sharp comments on this, and couldn't help but smile.

The door made a sound of the doorknob being turned.

It was a very private meeting, so there was no one in the reception space except the Iron Guard.

He had sent Wannas to guard the shadow outside the door in advance, so as to knock out and arrest any stalkers who tried to approach here from another level, whether they were birds, mammals or something else.

The Iron Lord raised his slightly smiling face and faced the person who walked in at this moment.

"Ugh————!!!!!!!"

The psychic consultant was shaken, his staff almost slipped out of his hand, and his frail body almost fell to the ground.

The reason why it was "almost" was that before he really fell, the huge demigod just raised his leg and took a step forward-he reached the door at a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye and supported him.

The demon Bian Mu Primarch who witnessed all this complained extremely dissatisfied from the heart at the other end of the room.

[You-should not have helped! Fear fucking eyes, this is too disgusting! I mean, this is very un-steel, very un-me! ]

[Uh, but didn't you just tell me that this Uther Maatra and you were "very familiar" and "no need to hide anything deliberately", "you can treat him as my close friend"? Since you have such a good relationship, I can't just watch him walk in and fall flat on the floor of your office? It's inappropriate from any perspective. ]

[……] Perturabo was silent suspiciously.

Finally, the demon Bian Mu agreed with this statement with difficulty. [Okay. Anyway, you have helped him up. ]

The Iron Guards stood quietly on both sides of the office like sculptures, and the electronic eyes of the mechanical guards were all flashing red.

On the other hand, Maatra, the psychic advisor who was fortunate enough to be helped up by the Primarch himself, looked more and more frightened. He stared at the Iron Warrior Primarch Perturabo, who "helped up the mortal who was about to fall with a smile and asked about his well-being" with a terrified expression of "this universe can't be saved".

"I..."

The thin mortal youth with a pair of deep eyes like the big green sea, skin like the best dark fragrant wood, and black shoulder-length hair with a dark wine-colored luster stammered his lips, as if he couldn't find any suitable words to express his great honor of being helped up by the Primarch himself.

It can be seen that the frightened psychic had tried to maintain a certain reserved posture before entering this office, of course, all such attempts have been turned into slag and blown away with the unsuccessful fall.

"Oh, don't worry, it's okay, Maatra, he told me everything. Relax here, you can wait until you calm down before talking."

Rami Zain not only helped the man up, but also tolerantly and carefully stroked the thin back of the psychic wrapped in fine linen calasiris and woolen shawl.

The other party immediately coughed loudly, and it sounded like he was choked by his own saliva.

There was no other reason for him to be so careful, just because his fully extended palm after wearing armor was almost as wide as the back of a mortal young man.

For mortal men, this can be classified as a physique that is too thin.

[Although I have heard from various channels that many psychics are very fragile in physical form, it is quite surprising that your "most familiar close friend" consultant is actually this type, Pepe. 】

【What do you mean by this style? What kind of goosebump-inducing term is this? Where on earth did you see that before? You really need to cleanse your brain. His appearance has nothing to do with any of my likes and dislikes. I must make this a serious statement. Also, what do you think my advisor should look like? 】

The devilish Border Collie wrinkled his nose in disgust.

[Uh, I originally thought you had not set up such a position, even if you had,] the body of the Fourth Primarch thought carefully for an extra 0.0001 millisecond, [probably someone like Tigris or Mephisto. A macho melee spell master who will be knocked over by one of his sticks if he breaks through his spells? 】

[Hmph... Tigris is all that matters. I really don’t know why you would think of the descendants of Sanguinius. 】

[Probably some kind of mysterious imaginary intuition. 】

In this short time, Uther Maatra finally calmed down his breathing. He grabbed his staff and pushed himself up, looking up at at least two giants as tall as himself.

"I'm glad to see you again, my... friend." A look of emotion appeared on the young and prematurely weakened face of the psyker, "Your appearance looks... completely unchanged."

"That's good," he said happily, "that's good."

His eyes turned from the amiable giant to the border collie on the other side of the room, which was sitting on a throne and looking down at him.

"Wonderful double harmony. So, my noble friends, to which Perturabo should I now address my greetings?"

Uther asked, gathered his shawl, and walked toward the desk and throne with his staff.

[Wow, I must say, have you really ever had such a mortal friend who can be so casual in front of you? It’s incredible! 】

[…Just because you haven’t read it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. ] The dog said mechanically, [I have a bad feeling, I hope he won't be assimilated by you so quickly. 】

Gua.