Chapter 8 Visiting the black market to buy slaves is a must-try (not!)
Calixis Sector
Edge Faceless Trading Port
Communication Monitoring Radius: 1.35 astronomical units-
Material procurement progress: 81%;
-
Mandeville Point monitors a suspected Inquisition ship jumping out; continuous monitoring;
-
Local (use password here) activity is moderate;-
None of the units have had any encounters with aliens yet.
-
None of the units have had any encounters with the Empire yet.
——
The huge light blue gas planet orbits on the other side of the orbit, and the reflected light cast by the star highlights the deep shadows on the structure of the space port.
The cold wind continues to be biting.
People passing by here lowered their heads unconsciously and walked along the roadside.
Like an abyss rising from the shadows at one end of the passage, with the clatter of gears and the sound of air blowing from the exhaust holes, the priest of the Mechanicus walked forward holding a huge power scepter.
The edges of the red robe are decorated with tiled gear-shaped patterns. The robe is very wide and covers an invisible number of metal tentacles and appendage chassis. These dazzling structures seem to be supporting their huge bodies. Mechanized somatic actions.
Under the low-hanging hood, there are dozens of bright green eyepiece lights burning. They move and focus unsettlingly through the metal mask and strange orbiting sounds. Everyone watched by this sight People can't help but change their body's center of gravity - just like prey targeted by a giant spider will instinctively want to escape.
Then there was a sound - an electronic synthesized sound that seemed to mix bit by bit the dying breath of the deceased, the crazy murmurs of the fanatics, and the calm statements of the erudite.
A few more of the onlookers left in a hurry.
"Oh... look, what is this, an amazing = discovery, thank you Om Messiah for giving us = glory. - Is this = all?"
Slave The businessman stepped forward cautiously and bowed respectfully.
"Yes, yes, my dear sir..." He grinned and rubbed his hands, "There are thirty in total, they are all in these cargo boxes. Please don't worry, they have lost the empire. Certification and asylum will not cause you any big trouble...they are all top quality! Look, it is a rare treasure even in Calixis, thirty candidates who have completed more than half of the transformation surgeries! ”
There were bursts of exclamation and discussion among the onlookers.
"Huh... Indeed. Ah, I think someone will be happy to receive this gift. So let's take a look..."
The Fourth Primarch didn't even have time to take a closer look at the contents of the box. , but he was unexpectedly deeply disgusted by the behavior of greedy mortals who dared to reach out to the extraordinary warriors. Vicious curse words mixed in dozens of languages echoed in the communication between the mind and reality, and Lamizane had to put them out immediately. It was assigned to the recovery block, and at the same time, the communications, weapons and power systems of Perturabo's vehicle were locked with temporary permissions.
"You actually plan to make an honest deal instead of immediately giving this miserable bug the punishment he deserves?!" The dog roared in the cockpit, its entire row of canine teeth exposed, and its muscles tensed.
“...Low down, Perturabo, keep down.”
“Let go of me immediately, Ramizane Carosini, my patience is extremely limited. ”
"Okay, okay, okay, let me go later. Dogs, don't meddle in humans' business. Ah, be good and wait for me." Lamizane's tone of eagerness to make a deal sounded like he was saying, "Be good, dog!" Go buy groceries and wait for me here."
"How dare you!!!! I'm going to kill you!!!!" Perturabo sounded like his blood pressure would explode at any moment, "I'm going to tear you apart alive and divide you into a hundred pieces. Fire it out alive from the macro cannon!”
But what if a dog gets angry again? In addition, the shepherd dog rolling around and biting the tool wrench in anger is really cute.
Lami Zane thought so with a smile.
——
When the two parties finally reached an agreement at a price that everyone was satisfied with, the Priest Mechanic asked the slave owner to send the goods to his ship in a rather uninterested manner, and the onlookers dispersed with discussion.
"Praise for your generosity! My lord! May the God of All Machines bless you forever! I have noticed it a long time ago, the largest ship in the new port! She is indeed a real heirloom! What is her name? Coming? Yes, yes! ManifestDestinySteel...?" There was an obvious pause in the old slave merchant's voice when he said the name, "That's... a really good name! Arrange for someone to send it over for you.”
“Wait a minute!”
The owner of the voice attracted the attention of everyone present.
“Oh? It seems that some things are not perfect as you said.”
The Iron Priest, who weighs several tons, carries energy tubes on his back and rotates, like some kind of giant reptile or insect with an upright and stooped upper body. Two of the mechanical arms hold the gear-powered scepter in his hand. His dense metal appendages and The tentacles squirmed under the robes, making clicking sounds, and the products of engine oil, promethium, coolant and biomass combustion mixed into an indescribable chemical smell that irritated the living people present.
Dozens of bright green eyepieces focused instantly and landed on the face of the product. "You have =30 seconds to speak."
The slave trader's face turned pale, and he shook his body extremely uneasily, as if he wanted to speak, but was unable to speak intentionally or unintentionally. The steel tentacles that passed before his eyes made him shut his mouth again, and beads of sweat continued to emerge from the one-third of his human face that had not yet been modified.
The young slave who had just shouted spat out the bitten seal residue and blood in his mouth. In order to bite the flail and make a sound, the tough young man probably broke a few teeth, but the person involved did not care.
He has short, slightly curly light blond hair and sunny blue eyes. Even though his bones and muscles have become broad and strong as a gift from his genetic father, his figure and appearance are upright and upright.
After just a closer look, Perturabo wrinkled his furry lips and exposed his canine teeth, "Although this face is at least nine percent similar to the conspirator with the nose turned up to the sky. Sixteen point two, oh, perfect physical gene lottery, but these trashes are undoubtedly the rags of that smelly, hard stone. I can even recognize them when they are burned to ashes.”
While recognizing the source of the gene seeds used by these unfinished people, the Demonic Primarch immediately returned to his usual tone, "If you really want to buy it, they don't have seed glands... Oh, we don't need seeds now, so their only The purpose is to throw it to Hong Suo as surgical practice materials."
Lami Zane did not speak. He thought of some data and was afraid that the laughter he made would make someone angry.
The slave spoke at this time. He was tied up and seemed a little unfamiliar because he had never done anything similar, but he resolutely and decisively made a praying gesture of bowing his head.
"Please, I beg you to take our elders away with you."
"Oh...?" The bright green goggles like spiders focused on the face of the slave trader who was already turning blue. On the top, the cold mechanical tentacles jumped up to his neck, "You said = all thirty are here. You = deceived?"
The slave merchant used himself before the Fort Star robot started to activate the weapon system. He shouted loudly and clearly at the fastest speed in his life, "There is another one who is a defective product...! He even has no arms and legs! So I didn't count him!"
"So you just Sell us and leave the Chapter Leader here to die!" The young man roared angrily, his chest heaving, his plump muscles bulging, and he tightened the rope. It was obvious that if he could break free, he would definitely do so! Punch the slave owner in the face.
"He is old and disabled! He is about to die! No one here can save him!"
"Oh...?" An electronically synthesized sound like the dying murmurs of thousands of tortured people sounded above their heads, this time mixed with a little bit of renewed interest, "So, Chapter Leader =? Huh..."
Everyone present involuntarily tightened their muscles.
Although they were prepared for the situation they said, when they actually opened the cargo box and saw the condition of the veteran, Lamizane and Perturabo were still very surprised. He was actually still alive.
Old Fearless's amniotic fluid capsule was obviously violently dismantled and dragged out. It was full of cutting marks and cracks. In fact, only a small amount of turbid nutrient solution remained inside, just as the slave trader screamed, The remaining flesh of him is only a head, shoulder blades and half of the thoracic vertebrae. A faintly pulsing heart can be seen under the pale bone plates. The remaining spine extends to the waist, and nerve cables and life-support interfaces are densely distributed on the exposed and inflamed wounds.
In fact, if Astartes' vitality was not far greater than that of a mortal, he could almost be regarded as half a stinking corpse.
All external sensors gave a critical medical assessment after initial scans.
After trying to ignore some of Perturabo's terrible whispers in the telepathic communication, Lamizane maneuvered the Mechanic-Priest's massive shell to turn towards the shivering slave trader.
“Now, let’s talk about your life = value = depends on your dedication.”
Wow, after reading the new official content yesterday, I couldn’t write anything. Half a point [you] (closed eyes)
Tomorrow is going to get a lot cooler. Please stay safe and keep warm! Love the fluff from Leatherman!
Today’s book recommendation: Good news, good news! "Warhammer: Golden Dreams" of Custodes Commander Pussycat has been reset!
Just hide the supplementary explanation below so no one will see it [
These little cans are all Dornish cubs. If the imperial records didn’t lie to me (close eyes) that one has a long face. The reason he looks like a regent is because he won the genetic lottery for the combination of appearance (?)
(End of this chapter)