Chapter 10 Chapter Nine and Two-Thirds The title is blurred by a distant and late scream
Obscury Starfield
Calixis Sector
The Void Passage
The years of service on the Iron Warriors' flagship far exceeded the limits of ordinary mortals.
Many people believe that Walter has actually become a real part of this battleship - because the captain cannot leave his "growing" command throne.
So he is like some kind of living fossil and has experienced many incredible events. Even after all the original tridents were killed or left, he still stood on the bridge, piloting the Iron Blood as faithfully as ever. Number.
But the orders he has received in recent days have been a bit too much, so that the maintenance servitor must be permanently stationed on the bridge to continuously replenish the captain's thinking module with new coolant.
The original body believed that their expedition was a secret special operation, so they needed to disguise themselves. Yes, he could understand. After all, such superb skills that he had never heard of before could actually destroy the Iron-Blooded " "Folding" into an ordinary decommissioned moon-class barge does not affect the daily use of its interior. This miraculous power is truly a miraculous skill that only the original body can achieve.
So, the Iron Blood - now called the Destiny Steel, rather than being "folded" into the moon class, was given additional decorations, painting, fake ship names and fake identification codes. It was also acceptable. He was happy to see the results of renovating the canteen and other public facilities. After all, it was visible to the naked eye that the crew's morale and efficiency had been greatly improved. Uh, but is it necessary to change everyone's uniforms, power armor paint, personnel records, and ship interiors?
And what is this (beep——)? A disguised Anglican church? ! Lord of Steel, sooner or later this damn thing will be spit out into the vacuum of space by the Iron Blood - the maintenance servitor's monitoring light signal turned orange-red, and it raised its mechanical arm and began to inject coolant into the command throne.
Obviously the few Iron Warriors on the ship also think so. Now the entire Iron-Blooded is almost like a large-scale real-person rapid response training ground. In addition to the interior of the church that often needs repairs, the sensor monitoring shows More than one guy wearing newly painted power armor was almost shot in the head by an accomplice in a corner or in an elevator, which directly caused a new pharmacist's field first aid experience level to increase visibly.
He even suspected that several of the incidents were made out of context.
Besides... the captain pondered and looked at the records of the Silver Skulls (SILVERSKULLS) Chapter in the Iron Blood's shipboard database.
Captain Walter, who was wise and lived a long life, slowly shook his head and decided not to think too much.
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Honso pushed the medical goggles aside, ended today's treatment for Old Fearless, and once again adjusted the amount of sedative administered to the maximum safe limit.
He was very satisfied with his craftsmanship. Although there was only so much of the other person's body left, he still tried his best to cover the other person's skin where it should be. It looked much better.
The new pharmacist took another look at the recruits who had just completed the meningeal implantation surgery of suspended animation and were undergoing hypnosis training. Thirty neatly arranged sleeping cabins were shining with blue light, and the meditators were buzzing. There was a soft sound, and the monitoring equipment showed that although there were some small fluctuations, it was innocuous. Their bodies were integrating well with the organ seeds they received from the original body.
He picked up the data pad, wrote today's inspection report and sent it, then walked to the culture tank in the sterile medical room at the other end, and pressed the "(data deleted)" given to him by the original body: A Detailed Guide to Becoming an Elite Pharmacist, carefully inspecting the development of the next batch of pigment-controlled balls to be implanted.
Everything was working fine, so the pharmacist put away the medical equipment on his wrist, picked up the scalpel blade next to the table, and wiped it carefully.
Suddenly, he suddenly twisted his body with agility that was inconsistent with his body shape. The exquisite double-linked bombs on his arm armor roared and spit out a storm of death at an ordinary corner. It seemed like something None - but the molecular blade scalpel hidden in the barrage cut off a thin piece of clothing. In an instant, sirens and warning lights came one after another, and the iron ring guards poured in from the door and hidden passages -
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Emenute moved silently under his psychic disguise.
Ever since he saw the strange technology priest at the black market port, the wizard's attention immediately shifted from these semi-finished products to the other party.
The scent of secrets and knowledge that emanated from that Mechanicus was simply sweet and unbridled.
So the wizard tracked the slave truck from halfway and easily arrived at the cargo bay connection port of the Destiny Steel.
The seemingly lax guard was actually extremely tight, which made Emmenut even more sure that this was a worthwhile adventure.
Towards the end of loading and unloading, the tracker waited patiently for an opportunity. A mortal took a step forward curiously and blocked a certain sensor for a moment - the wizard slid silently across the cargo. Through the gap in the box, extraordinary thoughts open forward, like trees stretching their branches, the tip buds swaying slightly in the wind of ether, aware of other souls, ears and eyes, and the spiritual gauze simultaneously hides the woman's figure, making The wizard's body muscles twisted to an abnormal degree, and before triggering the sensors and mechanical guards, he turned into a lightning-like phantom, flowing into the ship like a cat through a gap that was impossible for ordinary people to enter.
There is something wrong with this ship. Emmenut came to a very certain conclusion after sneaking into the ship from the cargo hold for half a standard Terra.
This ship is by no means the decommissioned Moon-class modified ship it appears on the surface. Although its interior is being renovated, it is obviously not due to damage. Just now, Emmenut swore that it would definitely be in the Aether Breeze. Through his spiritual vision, he saw at least two groups of fully armed Astartes and Fort Star Marines walking past in patrol formation.
The appearance of the Mechanic Priest can be explained as an archaeological expedition following the Rogue Trader, but the wizard has not heard of any Rogue Trader who has appeared recently who can be rich or powerful enough to gather a whole team of well-equipped Asta. Special and Fort Star Marines serve as patrols.
Emmenut blinked, recalling the painting he saw, and finally extracted the knowledge called "Silver Skull" from the vast ocean of knowledge, but why did the sense of dissonance become stronger?
Mysterious and unknown joy leads the woman along the passage. The veil of ether surrounds the wizard. There are so many anti-psionic fields and extremely unfriendly alarm devices that he has to use it several times. He had to use all his strength to continue moving, but such strict protection only made the curiosity of the seeker more intense. The wizard silently recited the motto of the Secret of Knowledge and fell into a cabin from the vent with the light movements of a cat.
This is what you see before your eyes! ! New blood can actually be created and perfected in this way... In the blink of an eye, the intruder's curiosity was greatly satisfied. The instant pleasure almost made him unable to move, but at the same time, the wizard's psychic intuition was also giving a frantic warning: It's time to leave.
The attack came very suddenly. Before Emmenut could cast the next spell, bullets, stasis weapons and mechas came from all directions.
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“So what did we catch?”
Lami Zane——or “Perturabo” frowned slightly, Looking at the trophies brought by the heirs tied up in all kinds of colors.
The beautiful woman's nose was punched by the Iron Warriors - or the freshly painted "Silver Skull" second company commander Soltarn. This old stonemason, who is known for his calmness, has been a little irritable recently.
This delicate face looks broken due to the swollen and deformed bridge of the nose. The blood flowing out of the nostrils has accumulated reddish-brown traces. There is no doubt that she needs a maxillofacial and nasal bridge bone repair surgery. The woman was thrown to the ground, and her arms were roughly pulled up. She tilted her head, her eyes were closed, lifeless, and she looked like she had been knocked unconscious. The delicate golden flower crown was hooked diagonally on the side of her black hair.
The weathered and wise face carved in the cliffs of Soltarn was full of struggle and worry. He bowed to his genetic father.
"My lord. When we caught this pest rat, she was trying to pry into the secret of our recruits' surgery. Originally, we should have executed this bold rat immediately, but this place is your flagship, so when Only one person can decide her fate at any time. So we send her to you."
"I remember this woman, she was the one who wanted to buy those trash cubs before us." Sitting in his cockpit, his ears flickered in displeasure, "Throw her to Soltarn or Honso for interrogation, and then make her into a maintenance servitor. - Wait, I always feel that she has psychic powers. There's something wrong with the readings. Gee, this four-legged creature's wetware calculations can't keep up!" He stuffed a series of analysis data into the data link leading to the body, "Hurry up and use your brain! Otherwise, they might be rusty and stuck when I take them back.”
"It's not that..." Lamizane muttered in the psychic communication, "There is definitely something wrong. This is impossible."
"What's wrong?"
"...Analysis It turns out that the psychic signal and code of the human being who looks like a mortal in physical form is... an Astartes, psychic, yes, an Astartes."
The Iron Warriors present were horrified to see the mechs around the original body suddenly take action without permission, but were immediately shut down by a slap filled with data streams and codes.
"This must have something to do with this damn spy! Father! Please allow us to interrogate her and read her memories!" Aharin shouted angrily, putting his hand on the handle of his combat dagger.
"Calm down, Aharin." His genetic father replied, and then said a shocking sentence, "This woman is the Supreme Sorcerer of the Thousand Sons."
It was over, even Honso had to I started to think that my father might really be crazy.
…I just forgot to post it when I was writing it (eyes moved)
(End of this chapter)