Chapter 628 Welcome

"Oh! Great! What a perfect match!" Trazyn came out. Whenever a fight started, he would record it on the side, with no intention of participating.

"If you and..." Perturabo wanted to say something, but waved his hand and turned his head away with disdain, "you aliens wouldn't be needed to help."

"Oh? It seems that you don't regard the Eldar as outsiders? Hmm, this is even more interesting."

"Being an outsider and helping are not contradictory. Outsiders can also help." Dorn pointed out the loopholes in Trazyn's doubts.

Those liquid medical robots wrapped up the injured warriors, repaired their wounds, and regenerated their broken limbs. As for the broken armor, they couldn't do anything about it.

"Okay, let me count how many were killed just now. These robots killed 400 of our warriors, and the Battle Sisters and the Crusades suffered more casualties. They lack transformation, and only a few talented ones can keep up with the robots' movements. The Eldar are picking up stones. Should we go into the building first? Or wait for him to come back?" Perturabo said.

Chagatai lay on the ground for a while and recovered. "We can't rely on him for everything. We are the Primarchs, the descendants of the Emperor. We have to face up to difficulties even more if there are none."

"I agree with Chagatai. The wall will not collapse just because a hard brick is missing. The collapsed brick pile can also become a protective shelter."

"Then let's continue to move inside."

Everyone moved their steps and remained alert.

The door of the building can still operate, which is really good news. At least Perturabo can save a lot of time to place explosives.

The door first sank vertically, then rotated and slid in to the upper left and lower right directions, and the lights inside shone on everyone's faces.

It was not dazzling, with a hazy beauty.

Walking on a red carpet with gold edges, Perturabo was shocked by the toughness of the carpet.

His body was so heavy with the armor. If the quality of the road surface was slightly worse, his boots would leave broken marks on the ground.

But these carpets were just folded up like cloth, without any tear or damage.

Entering the hall, there was a huge and complex chandelier above the head.

The exaggerated size did not make the details of the chandelier look simple. Iverene was amazed at the transparent human sculpture of the chandelier.

"Hey! Fulgrim, get up and look at this. You like this kind of art the most." Chagatai patted Fulgrim's face. Fulgrim opened his eyes painfully. When he saw the art palace hanging above his head, he could not move his eyes away.

"It really makes me happy to see the art works of the predecessors. The empire should become like this." Perturabo's words also made Dorn nod slightly in approval.

But the relaxing time ended here, unlike the heavy steps of the Space Marines and the brisk steps of the Eldar.

The sound of soft metal stepping on the ground alerted everyone, and a group of robots without facial details appeared on the stairs.

They or they.

Although it is quite stupid to give gender to robots, the Primarchs can judge the beauty of women from the body contours of these robots.

Completely different from the simple structure of other robots responsible for fighting or security outside.

The metal body of the robot in front of me glowed with a dark matte color under the light.

As if having metallic skin was not enough, it walked gracefully on tiptoe like dancing, full of strength and soft beauty, and at the same time there was a mechanical sense of pause.

The beauty of the body was not covered by clothes, fully showing the unique beauty of the human body.

Some robots only wore a golden short jacket, which was open.

The conflict between the cover-up of playing hard to get and the head held high and the body stretched wantonly constituted another kind of beauty.

It was like a perfect choice between "generous beauty" and "human shame".

The music was playing, and the ancient voice echoed in everyone's ears. Classical music perfectly displayed the melody and emotion.

Taraxin was deeply immersed in it, appreciating the beautiful music, and put on an attitude to Orikan: What did I say? Humans have a unique appreciation of the artistic field.

Orikan nodded in agreement. Perhaps Trazyn's sympathy for humans was not without reason. From this building and the mechanical maid in front of him, he really saw the value of humans.

They are very suitable to be servants of the dynasty, or a pet worthy of care.

The two nobles quietly completed the transaction. Orikan used their family heirlooms to exchange some educated human servants from Trazyn.

The primarchs were naturally immersed in the beauty of robots.

Perturabo was obsessed with the human beauty and industrial aesthetics of robots, and his face was flushed with excitement.

Chagatai and Fulgrim praised the graceful movements of these robots and the beauty of the human body.

Even the Eldar present would not let their selfish desire to mock humans interfere with the evaluation of art.

Of course, where there are appreciators, there will naturally be those who are blind.

"The curve of their breasts is not enough. If a shell is fired at them, the chance of it being deflected is a bit low." Dorn's extremely derogatory words made the other three Primarchs look black, but there were more outrageous words than Dorn's later.

"This is... This is the creation of Slaanesh! It's heresy!"

The Space Marines, Crusaders, and Sisters of Battle, who had only seen war and religious aesthetics in their lives, showed obvious disgust. Only Celes looked normal.

Their hateful eyes and whispers completely wiped out the Primarchs' appreciation of art.

"I won't use such words to evaluate these robots. I'm curious about what the empire outside has become."

Seeing that Dorn couldn't accept this sudden increase in hatred, Perturabo pulled the corners of his mouth and laughed dryly. He was looking forward to the future scene more and more.

These robots tiptoed and twisted their bodies slightly to restore their balance.

"Stop!" Perturabo said. This was the first time he had a desire to protect the robots. He believed that he could not make such artistic and technological creations.

However, the Primarchs would not let their feelings prevail. They still ordered the troops to prepare for battle. After all, during the Great Crusade, they destroyed countless human heritages worth preserving.

"Do you remember the scene when we cleaned up those service robots?" Chagatai asked Fulgrim.

"I remember that those robots continued to keep the world running smoothly after their masters died, and judged us outsiders as inhuman monsters." Fulgrim had a sad smile on his face.

Cherubim: An artificial body created by the biological sages. All the primarchs thought it was evil. Horus saw it once before the Heresy and was disgusted.