Chapter 157 New hairstyle?
This time the dissection was performed by the Iron Warriors' own Apothecary, in part because Perturabo was fed up with the threat of green-skin mold that might crop up aboard the Phalanx.
"Introduce us, Titus," said Perturabo.
The Apothecary strives to be calm enough in front of the two Primarchs. If he must describe his psychology, he will be a little shy when facing the Gene Father - of course, this will not affect his professional level.
"Yes, sir." Titus replied, pointing to the Gennar on the operating table.
An amber-yellow liquid flowed from the internal pipelines of the human-like alien organism, which was frozen at low temperatures in the laboratory. A large number of unknown parts after the intelligent machinery was disassembled were classified and placed on the pallet. The contents that were inconvenient to be disassembled were still wrapped in the bionic skin disguised as a human being and hummed in a low voice.
"I studied these mechanical structures with the technical sergeant," Titus said, keeping his eyes more on the operating table, "trying to explore the functions of the bionic machinery."
"We connected the current and wanted to explore the relationship between core components and limb control. Then we found that these key components for controlling bionic humans also need to be driven by psychic energy to a certain extent."
He pointed to the bionic machinery A large number of cables linked to the skull.
From the outside, these cables look like long braids of steel, with the ends inserted into the scalp of the bionic machine and connected to various control ports in a soft tissue similar to the brain. The other end can be connected to other meditators for data transmission and program control.
"Hate intelligence?" Dorn asked. He has only seen this term in recorded documents so far.
Perturabo leaned over, and the pharmacist handed him the gloves consciously. With a dexterity no larger than the size of a finger, the Primarch looked through the Genna's skull to see the connections between the mechanical structures.
Not long after, Perturabo took back his hand and threw away the disposable gloves that were stained with viscous liquid and something similar to brain tissue.
"The thought center is incomplete," he concluded, "with no ability to make decisions of its own accord. These bionic machines are merely extensions of the mind. Only through these steel pipe spikes can these Gennar bionic machines receive remote psychic energy Dual control with electromagnetic waves. Have you seen Magnus's psyker?"
"Ancuenan accompanied the entire dismantling process," Titus replied, "He believes that psionic energy is available. In this system, it only plays the role of ignition and maintenance, and does not involve the writing of core functions.”
"Okay," Perturabo said, recalling the strange tone of the Genna that the Scion had beamed back to the flagship in the battle footage. Their minds are obviously distributed among multiple androids that can be consumed at will. Perhaps the real Gennars use these spike-like implants to remotely control the bionic soldiers and fight their armies.
"This would allow warriors to treat the Gennars as equal to living weapons, allowing for large-scale long-range firepower saturation bombing."
"Until we find the real Gennars." Dorn said. "In view of its obvious resistance, the intensity of the response measures can be considered as appropriate."
"Let's give the order, Dorne." Perturabo stood up straight and prepared to leave. "Titus, you did a good job."
The pharmacist let out a nervous cheer stuck in his throat, and a breath came out: "This is what I should do, Lord Perturabo .”
"Let's go," Dawn said shortly.
Perturabo stared at the bionic machinery on the operating table a few more times, and the hazy idea in his heart gradually took on concrete form.
Although it sounds strange that this practical method of operation was born from a machine that is close to aliens, after harvesting the memory of heretics speaking to greenskins in the Terran Webway, he felt that this was reasonable and effective. The practical changes can be said to be without any blasphemy - at least they respect the original shape of the human body much more than the metal tentacles on the red-robed Mechanicus in the Webway.
When the two Primarchs walked side by side in the narrow steel corridor of the Iron-Blooded, the act of spending a lot of brain power to build models in their minds caused Perturabo to walk at a speed similar to that of Rogal Dorn. Slowing down, which caught Dorn's attention. "What are you thinking about?" Dawn asked.
"Oh," Perturabo's consciousness, immersed in a large amount of data, finally returned to reality. He spoke very quickly at first and then slowed down. "I got some practical reference inspirations from the Genna mental topology and existential architecture... They made me want to make something new."
"An Iron Guard?" Dorn After thinking about it, "You mentioned it when we were fighting against the technological heretics."
"My intelligently controlled mechanical guards? These machines are not easy to make at the moment. I hope they have certain characteristics against subspace. Therefore, I will discuss this matter with Magnus next time," Perturabo replied. "It's something else."
His mechanical guard is already under trial production, but every time he thinks of all the good and bad things Magnus and Morse have achieved through subspace means. He couldn't stand that his armored guards didn't have conventional anti-psionic means.
While Dorn was thinking, the two of them speeded up to the command room together. As they passed the part of the Ironblood where the portholes were installed, the Great Hall of the Twelve, Dorn said honestly: "I wouldn't have guessed."
"This is a half-prepared technology." Perturabo said, the arrangement of more components became clear in his high-speed brain, so much so that he could hardly suppress the idea of putting it into practice immediately. Because Rogal Dorn was here, Perturabo chose to let himself catch the inspiration that might fly away in the next second. He stopped.
“This follow-up attack on Genna is commanded by you, Dorne. My semi-finished product is actually kept in my shipboard workshop, and now I am going to the workshop to preliminary perfect it. I will come to you with the staged results.”
Roger Dorn chose to agree after thinking for a moment.
Concerning the strength of the enemies on this planet, the Primarch does not even need to intervene too much, and the Legion can complete a perfect conquest on its own. All he has to do is take care of the overall situation and finally land on the surface to bring the war to an end.
Genner's resistance quickly weakened after two rounds of bombings. The mechanical androids under unified control squeezed neatly into a curved smile, with smooth heads randomly matched with temporary organs, and messy limbs. Filling the void and making a gesture of surrender, Rogal Dorn didn't like this artificial performance, but he didn't say anything - he didn't regard this place as his territory, so he had no idea of the existence of these living beings. Additional requirements.
Following the road still filled with smoke, the Primarch walked into the tall tower in the center of the city in the capital of Gennar. Rogal Dorn was used to the smell of burning shells filling his nose.
The Iron Warriors and the Imperial Fists were separated, silently welcoming the arrival of Rogal Dorn.
"Chief Gennar demands peace." Sigismund said, and the only templar followed Dorn closely.
As the first Templar, Sigismund set the criterion for joining the Templar as defeating him once in battle.
Rogal Dorn is still observing whether this standard is too strict, because under the premise that new Imperial Fist warriors apply to join every night, he has only one Templar so far. .
"It depends on whether they deserve peace," Roger Dorn said.
Then he heard the loud noise of the drop pod landing, and Perturabo landed on the other side of the tower. After a short period of judgment, he decided to move on and met with Perturabo outside the tower.
Soon, Perturabo appeared from the back of the tower and the new somewhat reflective shape of his head caused Rogal Dorn's confusion. He had never seen Perturabo show related tendencies. .
He asked: "Don't you like your hair?"
(End of Chapter)