Chapter 4 The original body has decided, you will be the pharmacist
Iron-Blooded
Twelve-man Council Hall
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Now is " One and a half Terran hours after "Perturabo" appeared on the bridge, Honso and his companions, who had been ordered to capture the Imperial Navigator and send it to the Iron-Blooded, had already boarded the flagship of the Chaos Primarch.
In fact, they were hosting a dinner in the Dodekatheon hall of the Ironblood, which was originally used for serious war games and reviews.
Yes, dinner.
The dusty gold and silver lamps were hung from the ceiling, scrubbed, and lit. The soft and bright light illuminated every corner of the hall. In the stagnant warehouse, no one cared about the ingredients, furniture, etc. for a long time. The tableware and various decorations were used after removing the logo, making the entire banquet look elegant and gorgeous.
Although everyone present at the meeting - well, not everyone, at least the owner of Kallan-Gol Fortress, the new war blacksmith Honso still looked thoughtful - all had a look on their faces. An expression of fear and confusion as to "Have I been corrupted by Slaanesh to the point of hallucinations?"
The dishes and drinks are precious and delicious, but they still eat the food placed before them with restraint under the watchful eye of the Daemon Primarch, not daring to eat too loudly, too quickly or too slowly.
This made the atmosphere of the banquet somewhat awkward, but overall, the Iron Warriors controlled themselves as always. Since the original body wanted a dinner, it should be like a dinner.
Dassadra raised the silver cup filled with wine with the long-lost noble etiquette. The hastily polished relief on it also told the legend of the original body's arrival in Olympia.
He secretly rubbed it with his fingertips while observing the expression of the father of genes.
Although he was destined to be disappointed... No, he was shocked to see the Primarch feasting.
It's over, he thought desperately and melancholy. Aharin was right, there must be the despicable hand of the Prince of Darkness in this.
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“I can’t believe it.” Perturabo’s voice in the telepathic communication sounded like he was gnashing his teeth in a physical sense, and each word could take a chunk out of Lamy Zane. Meat, "You have made 'me' lose face in front of my children and mortals!"
"Where has the face been lost? Just because I sat down and drank a cup of Reca coffee and now we are having a dinner party ?”
“Do you know what you are doing! The iron power is causing the collapse of the steel order!”
Peturabo’s deafening roar made La Mizan felt a little guilty, but he didn't intend to follow the Iron King too much on this matter.
In addition, he wisely locked the external lock of the survival backpack compartment in advance.
"I think it is right and necessary to let your captain and some of his descendants adapt to 'your' changes as soon as possible."
Lami Zane covered his mouth with his hand and hit A burp, all the Iron Warriors noticed, but they all looked away without mercy.
He had just served the meal with a glass of ice-cold apple sparkling wine, and once again presented a piece of Glocks steak grilled with garlic butter. Although these ingredients can theoretically be regarded as products from 10,000 years ago, the source After Zhikai's sensor analyzed that there was no problem with the food safety, Lamizane ate with peace of mind.
"I think it is your mortal soul that cannot resist worldly desires and allows yourself to indulge in weak and harmful pleasures, turning the fine steel into a pile of rust." Perturabo said gloomily. . He obviously recalled some bad memories.
"If eating a steak that has expired for 10,000 years is considered indulging in desire, this universe is too bad, really." Lamizane picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth, and at the same time responded to the stinky-faced Bian Mu through the psychic communication. , "I have thought about it. You and I are completely different people. How can I keep pretending to be you? Rather than showing my feet in worse situations, I chose to let them get used to me from the beginning."
"Then what do you want to do?!" Perturabo bit his tail hair angrily, with obvious displeasure and annoyance in his voice, "Is it possible that you have to tell me what your plan is next? Take my heir and run back and continue to work for that withered skeleton? I tell you, Lamizane Carosini! This is absolutely, undoubtedly, impossible!"
"Of course not, Of course not." Lamizane immediately used a negation to press the Iron Lord's hair on his body with anger, "I promise you that this will never happen, and don't be angry. You left a large portion of Glocks tenderloin and pure milk - so you can let me trick... to recruit Honso in front of you?"
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"Then, You are what I always hear about, the new person who will carry on Balban’s legacy.”
"Perturabo" - or rather, Lamizane, raised a goblet filled with wine and asked as if unintentionally. His voice resonated slightly in the hall where a pindrop could be heard.
Obviously it was the first time to participate in such a "too normal" social event. The young Chaos Astartes looked slightly surprised, but he quickly learned to raise his glass and responded, "Yes, Iron "Lord, I am Honso."
The faint noise of the mechanical breathing device came from the side of the banquet table. The companion Honso was meeting this time, the Stone Forger Soltarn, came from his breathing mask. Breathing heavily, as a veteran who had followed the Primarch since the 30th millennium, he obviously believed that Honso's attitude towards the Primarch of the Iron Warriors was extremely disrespectful and unsafe.
But before he spoke, the "Iron Lord" raised his hand and stopped the old stonemason's roundabout.
His eyes glanced at Hongsuo critically, and in an instant, dozens of electronic eyes and sensors, either external or hidden in the armor of origin, started working spontaneously, and the detailed analysis was listed for him. refer to.
The mixed-race man has pale skin that is slightly sickly, rough and gray. The traces of gunshot wounds show that bombs have hit him directly more than once. The long-term resentment and thinking have left deep wrinkles on him.
Honso's left eye was covered by a mechanical device, and his right arm was replaced by a silver-black bionic prosthesis. His thick steel power armor was hung with iron chains that could not wipe away the mottled blood, and it glowed dimly gray. The glossy and scarred shoulder armor has no decoration except for the broken yellow and black striped paint. Only the repaired scars mark the countless battles the owner has experienced.
His body shape and height clearly show everyone the temperament and appearance that come from the Imperial Fist gene. This makes him very easy to identify among the Iron Warriors, and he is also an easy target for malicious intent. While he was studying the hybrid Astartes, Honso was also boldly observing "Perturabo" in front of him with his peripheral vision.
For some reason, the aura of the Iron King wrapped in a silver and iron armor as thick as a sarcophagus, holding the reforged furnace breaker in his hand, in addition to meeting the requirements In addition to the coldness, majesty, and precision of the rumors, Hong Suo was keenly aware of a strange inconsistency. It was like, he didn't know how to describe it, but it didn't disgust him.
He didn't know what it was, but as a "hybrid" Astartes who was born in Bayer's laboratory by chance, at this moment, this unexpected banquet and the distant premonition made Honso Something moved in my heart.
He lowered his eyes respectfully and listened to the Iron Lord's speech.
"I have heard about what you have done recently, and I think that I need to add a pharmacist to my flagship."
Honso also gradually began to look at him in shock. , starting with this sentence, the rest of the content did not waste much of Lamizane's words. He simply and clearly asked Honso to temporarily hand over Karan Gower to the management of his adjutant, while the hybrid himself wanted to go to Iron-Blooded Serving aboard the ship, he would be offered the position of the Primarch's personal apothecary and go on a small expedition with the Iron Lord.
Though the other Iron Warriors immediately took it as a commanding commission, and, apparently, they managed to stifle the flames of jealousy that raged in their breasts. But when the servitor began to serve desserts on the banquet table, Honso had already thought about it and gave the Lord of Steel a positive answer.
"I will make it happen for you, Lord of Iron." He stood up and made a respectful salute.
"Perturabo", who was sitting at the head of the table, let out a chuckle, and invisible shudders passed through the banquet guests again.
“You are indeed very bold, unlike my other descendants... Although Sulaka’s gene seed unfortunately fell into the hands of Fabius Bayer, you have a good chance of inheriting his potion skills. "
After reading the relevant information from Perturabo in a quarter of a millisecond, Lamizane said carefully.
"Sulaka? Who is that?"
"Apothecary. He was the old lord of the temple hall, and has been dead for thousands of years."
"I have not heard of him."
"Enough of the ghosts of the past "More," the Primarch turned to the bold young scion, "We need to do something completely new to deal with this increasingly complex universe."
"Your will, Lord"<. br>
In the psychic communication, Perturabo, who had been watching coldly for a long time, snorted, "It is indeed an interesting little thing, but his attitude, hey, I can't see the slightest awe from him, although the theory "His body is probably filled with Sulaka's seeds, but with his perfunctory attitude, he doesn't really regard you and me as his original body or father." He commented, "The skills of that disgusting hunchback are really great." I dare not compliment you.”
"Well, you actually know the word perfunctory... I mean, then we'd better let him feel the fatherly love you and I have for him as soon as possible, lest one day he sees Rogal Dorn and suddenly feels it."< br>
"Huh. He dares."
"Hard to say."
"You...!"
Lami Zane shrugged and let the servitor Pouring wine for everyone, toasting to Honso, who had never seen with his own eyes what kind of character Perturabo was thousands of years ago, the host and guest exchanged glasses for a while.
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Soltarn W. Bronn felt that everything that was happening now was like the despicable poisonous fog in a deep dream. From the moment he walked into the hall, he was trying to digest everything he saw. The content of the banquet and his genetic father had undergone such shocking changes that he even felt that he had encountered a huge conspiracy against the Iron Warriors that was likely to come from the Crystal Maze or the fallen Emperor's Children.
Just as it happened thousands of years ago, it was not the first time - the power of the highest heaven and the shameful betrayer coveted his genetic father, that time the abominable Third Legion and Fulgrim Adhering to the will of the Prince of Darkness deceived everyone, and ultimately led to Perturabo becoming a demon.
So this time, what is it? Who is it again? Which companion should he trust?
The Stone Forger slowly adjusted his overly shocked thoughts under the respirator.
Then he saw his primarch raising his glass and nonchalantly announcing the second and third things.
The old stonemason's pupils dilated due to uncontrollable shock and shock.
(End of this chapter)