Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

You are the biggest fool I have ever seen.

Why don't you go dig in the mud? Are all Iron Warriors so leisurely?

I can build a fortress you can't destroy.

You will be my Iron Lord!

Peijiang! Ascension to the Demon Really makes me so excited! Jie Jie Jie!

......

Mixed memories flew before Perturabo's eyes like the rapid switching of photos on an old-fashioned projector, and at the same time, the sounds of many people talking echoed in his ears.

The noise made Perturabo impatient, which eventually turned into anger. He reached out and tried to break the memory image, but found that he couldn't lift his thick arms at all.

The picture was getting closer and closer to him, and they transformed into a nightmare with its bloody mouth about to devour Perturabo.

Suddenly, a huge eye replaced everything, and the surrounding environment felt familiar to Perturabo.

It was the mountain he climbed when he was a child, and an eye was staring at him from the very high and far sky.

Previously known as Cygnus X-1, Perturabo preferred to call it the Eye of Terror.

"You can't escape my sight..."

"To shut up."

"You can't escape my feeling..."

"I said shut up."

"You will come back eventually..."

The Eye of Terror swelled and swallowed up Perturabo's body in an instant, burning his body so that he could not even utter a cry of pain.

"Hey! Wake up!"

A voice that sounded like a beating came, shattering the illusion of the Eye of Terror. Perturabo gasped and opened his eyes, his blurry vision quickly focused, and finally he stared blankly at a pale and simple man. ceiling.

What about the unfamiliar ceiling...

"Did you just have a nightmare?"

It was that sound of being beaten again. As soon as Perturabo heard it, he felt a fire welling up from the bottom of his heart. He turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound, only to see Lin Fan standing beside his bed, holding his hand He acted dishonestly and pinched Perturabo's elbow.

"What are you doing?" Perturabo felt a little tired. He raised his head and glanced at Lin Fan with cold eyes.

"Oh! Haha." Lin Fan looked at Perturabo and quickly stopped to squeeze the only piece of soft flesh on Perturabo's body. It had to be said that it felt really good.

"I saw you squirming and screaming on the bed just now. I thought you were having a nightmare."

"...The Lord of Steel has no nightmares."

"Okay." Lin Fan saw that Perturabo's stubbornness had not changed at all, and knew that this guy was fine, so he simply sat back at the table and started processing the documents.

Perturabo sat up. The confusion of not yet understanding the situation made him treat everything around him cautiously. He began to recall his recent memories, and only remembered that he hit Lin Fan on the head with the Furnace Breaker. He didn't know anything about what happened after that.

Thinking of the Forgebreaker, Perturabo subconsciously touched the bed with his hand, hoping to hold this weapon that carried his memory in his hands.

"We put your weapons away."

After hearing Lin Fan's words, Perturabo also stopped. He sat on the large and sturdy bed, observed the surrounding environment, and turned his attention to himself.

"what did you do to me?"

"Nothing, just cleaning up the subspace corrosion. What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

Perturabo did not answer Lin Fan. He closed his hands forcefully, feeling the touch of fresh flesh and blood on him. Breathing hard, no toxic smoke or flames spewed out of the lungs, everything seemed so normal.

Shaking his head, Perturabo felt something unusual. He felt the condition of his head with his big hands. The cables and electronic components that were originally placed in his skull were gone, leaving only one on the back of his neck. The small smooth square exists, but he did not make this small square.

"That thing was made for you by Odemaire to restrict some things on you."

"Restrictions? Doesn't sound like a good thing."

"I can only say half good, why don't you try to touch this thing?"

Lin Fan threw a small gray-white square from the table, and Perturabo took it.

Surprise rose in Perturabo's eyes. He swore by his intuition and experience that it was made of quick concrete, but there was no information coming from his hands. This sense of ignorance made him a little panicked.

Data, information, properties.

There is nothing, only the touch can still operate. If you ask Perturabo about the quality of this quick concrete, he can only tell you embarrassingly that this quick concrete is very cold, very heavy, and very smooth.

"I know that you have the talent to feel the properties of matter. You are proud of this talent, but you regard this talent more as a curse. So I talked to Odemeyer about whether there is a way to change this talent in you. Turn off this talent. You should thank Odemeyer, her technique is really good."

After saying all this in a few words, Lin Fan pulled over a large stool and motioned for Perturabo to sit in front of him.

Perturabo did not choose to sit down, but stood up and glanced at Lin Fan with his lowered eyes very impolitely.

"So what do you want to do? Humiliate me?"

"I'm just staying in the room to observe your situation, just like a nurse, except I guess only Odemair can restrict your movements, and Odemiel is very busy and has no time to care about you." Lin Fan didn't care about Perturabo's contempt. He packed up the documents on the table and put them into a file bag, then tucked them under his arm.

"You should take some time by yourself first. If you press the bell on the table if anything happens, I will know."

Lin Fan opened the door and prepared to leave. Perturabo, on the other hand, was unfazed by his unscrupulous actions. He stood in front of Lin Fan and asked, "What are your plans! What are you going to do! Answer me!"

Seeing the angry look on Perturabo's eyes, Lin Fan was a little annoyed. He pushed Perturabo away, frowned and replied, "Where do you get so many ideas and plans? If you don't want to be here, No one will stop you here!"

Perturabo was surprised that Lin Fan could actually push him away. He watched the light door close, leaving him alone in the house. An inexplicable sense of peace suddenly filled his soul.

Perturabo sat on the bed, holding a soft blanket in his hands. No matter how he touched it, he could not feel satisfied. It was the first time that he fell into such a sense of ignorance. He didn't know what the blanket was made of. His stroking movements became more and more intense. The bigger it gets, the more effort is used.

There was a sharp sound, and the blanket was torn apart by Perturabo.

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