Chapter 624: Angel of Bliss - Orleans Grilled Wings
Master Huo was busy pounding the meatballs, and Archangel and Pony were not slacking off either.

In another world, through the excavated general-purpose Archangel STC construction module, Sanguinius had a good time playing the character creation game, and together with Hogg, he created a blasphemous army of puppets. Coupled with those strangely shaped melee weapons, they once made the enemy terrified.

Being hacked to death by a chainsword or blown up by a bomb are common occurrences on the battlefield. The worst that can happen is death. One can either return to the Golden Throne or swim in the cesspool of the Warp and draw a lottery to be resurrected by a boss.

But if you were beaten to death by robots with the appearance of female primarchs, those weirdly shaped little toys, or shot in the head with a stick, unless you were a follower of Slaanesh, you would not be able to rest in peace even after death.

Even if you are a follower of Slaanesh, it will be useless, because being executed by these angels of bliss who have no souls at all will not give you any pleasure. It is pure cold killing without any honor, and without any emotional fluctuations, no change and no eternity. The demons would rather fight against the Tyranids than fight with this group of iron lumps.

You can let yourself go as you please in another world. Even if you create a Lion's Jonson with four big thunders on Horus' third leg, you won't bring shame to your hometown. But your own products cannot be so crude.

Before, Hogg punched the toaster and created that blasphemous thing. It was entirely because he couldn't control his thoughts. He had to make the shell of the body in advance, and then reprocess it for fusion.

In order to ensure that the creations are more human, angels became Hogg's exclusive designers. Apart from anything else, angels' taste is still good among all the Primarchs. At least their own appearance is good, otherwise they would not have attracted Slaanesh, one of the Four Hawkers, to snatch them away.

The selection of the evil god explains everything, and with the help of Magnus, the dog prime minister, the possibility of anything going wrong is basically impossible.

In addition, the most important thing is that Hogg does not want Ikaros to become a psycho. Among all the Primarchs, Sanguinius's data personality is the most stable.

The most powerful aspect of the technology brought by Guilliman is that it can perfectly replicate the Primarch's thought model, and upload it exactly without causing data pollution.

As for the other brothers, they were not within Hogg's consideration. It was a bit sad to say that there were 21 Primarchs, including himself, and Hogg really couldn't find a normal person. The Archangel was already a general among dwarfs.

"First, the main body of Ikaros uses a living metal frame, with a built-in flesh and blood core terminal and an external J3 type special neural consciousness transmission link bundle. Its appearance requirements are as follows:

First, the hairstyle must be able to be changed twice and must be cool and decent. In addition, for the sake of family harmony, the hair color should preferably be silver.

Second, no matter what, Ikaros must be called a human being. Long live the supremacy of humanity (gold font)

Third, the final result must have super strong defensive capabilities and become an impenetrable fortress on the battlefield like the imperial walls.

Fourth, if necessary, the creature can use psychic power as much as possible, and the minimum standard is not to interfere with the operation of the psychic array. "

Magnus's rote reading gave Sanguinius a headache. It was like Party B being asked by Party A to create colorful black. The archangel didn't even need to think about it, he knew who made these four ridiculous requests.

The original Elysian Angel production machine was brought over. With the help of neural conduction, Sanguinius no longer had to sit in front of the screen and type like a miserable programmer. His high artistic level allowed him to find a balance among the four requirements and made an original standard version through holographic images.

The living pool of liquid metal next to it also mimicked a physical model based on the holographic image. Except for the cold metallic color of the surface, Magnus was very satisfied with it.

"Yes, but why does she have a pair of wings on her back? She is not you. This aerodynamic shape cannot lift her off from the spot. You can fly entirely because of the magical nature of the subspace. Don't tell me you don't know what aerodynamics is yet!"

Magnus's complaints are quite realistic, and the Archangel's selfishness is not wrong. Why do you all have requirements? What's wrong with him rubbing wings? He also wants to give Ikaros blonde hair!
"How about adding a plasma nozzle on the wings?" The Archangel's proposal was rejected on the spot by Magnus, who said that you are all heretics. Why not install an anti-gravity array in that empty space, which would be both beautiful and practical.

Although Archangel appears kind on the surface, he is completely opposite to Pony, a scholar. He firmly believes in the simple idea of ​​knocking down a problem with one punch, and is a thorough science student.

"Our empire has its own national conditions. I suspect that you didn't burn the Ogryn, but the green-skinned Ork. You are so obsessed with appearance, why don't you ride the Tutu machine made by the Orcs, but choose the hunting Stormbird? I think you are just looking for trouble!"

"You're talking nonsense." As a scholar, Magnus hated it most when others questioned his academic level. He pushed the archangel away with his butt, simulated an aerodynamic model of an orc fighter in the holographic image, and said that the greenskins' idea was correct.

But the angel obviously disagreed. Wings with spitting fire have always been his childhood dream. Don't talk to me about aerodynamic shapes. With an extremely powerful plasma engine, I can make you fly on the spot even if you are a brick. Wings are a must, and magic circles are impossible!
With the design put on hold, neither of them gave in. They said they would put the wings aside and design the internal structure first. At the very least, they had to ensure the main body's battlefield survivability and not just end up with a vase that could only be used as a decoration.

"Since we still need that bastard Hogg's nod of approval in the end, why don't we change our thinking model to that of Gloria? I have a pretty good sense of her. Although I see the shadow of Horus in her, at least she recognizes me as her uncle!"

Once again, I was shocked by Magnus's naivety. Others didn't know, but the archangel was guarding the Fortress of Baal, and Gloria was more crazy than anyone else when she was commanding the Zerg to fight on the front line.

Even though she is a good girl in front of Hogg, the angels think that this is a betrayal of filial piety. Under that living armor is a tentacle monster. The front-line soldiers have reported to the angels more than once that she is eating aliens alive. Only in front of the primarchs like them who can report to Hogg, will Gloria maintain her human form and hide her true body under that layer of skin.

"Forget it, let's just believe in the wisdom of the ancients. This universal Angel of Bliss contains many sample modules. If we look carefully, we can always find a good template. Think about Horus. If we make a mistake on this issue, I suspect that a second war between the Black Light Zerg and the Angel of Bliss may break out in the future.

Look at this Chive Queen, it's pretty good, I'll take it."

The angel's reason overcame the desire to die, and together with Magnus, he began to search in the stc template database, and finally merged it with the data template uploaded by the angel himself.

This process must be kept precise and accurate, which is also the most critical point, because personality building determines everything in all processes.

The Emperor began to exert his power. The cold black sun caused a warp storm, washing away all the malicious sights hidden beneath the surface around him, and wantonly spreading his terrifying power called primordial destruction.

As for the four vendors who were still pretending to be dead, the emperor didn't care about that. He followed his sight and ran to them, kicked the doors one by one, and beat them up. Even the kobold was slapped.

"What are you doing?"

"Get lost! If you force me to do that, I'll make Blot into a dog meat hot pot."

With the Emperor standing on the street, the four vendors had no way of projecting their power into it like they had when the Primarch was born, and at the same time, after thirteen days of repeated pounding, Master Huo finally created a perfect devil meatball.

After swallowing a meat bun, my life is in my own hands!

The physical entity made of living metal, plus the flesh and blood core to which Hogg had added all kinds of powerful ingredients, burst out with dazzling psionic flashes as soon as they were fused. However, the original scarlet light gradually dimmed and strangely turned into an oily green.

Looking at the Angel of Bliss floating in the air with great style, the three brothers stood together and nodded with great satisfaction. Even Guilliman's body, which served as background decoration, seemed to smile with satisfaction.

"I'm so tired. Today is Thursday. I'll treat you guys to some New Orleans grilled wings. I guarantee you'll be spoiled!"

"Hahahaha" ×4
"What are Orleans grilled wings?"

"Of course it's the most delicious grilled chicken wings!" Hogg said without thinking, but soon he was suddenly awakened and was hit by a heavy object and embedded in the wall behind him.

With the sound of his spine breaking, Hogg screamed in pain as he was surrounded by two arms like heavy hydraulic clamps. A voice rang in everyone's ears:

"Father, Orleans Grilled Wings reports to you!"

(End of this chapter)