Chapter 11 Chapter Nine and Three-Thirds A very good change, love comes from the Iron Warriors
Destiny Steel
Interrogation Hall
Psychic Cell
< br>“This precious item is very special, and it is difficult to have the right time to make it.”
The Supreme Wizard of the Thousand Sons said while doing something. In order to show his sincerity, he took off his helmet and hung it on his waist. His dark blue eyes were now filled with endless curiosity and desire, and he ignored the "silver skulls" that were watching around him. ——The Iron Warriors Astartes.
“But I think I can fix her.”
Although he is wearing power armor, with the help of psychic energy, his movements are detailed and agile, and he has the air of an ancient spellcaster. With an elegant and complex series of gestures and incantations, he compressed the broken doll, put it into a falcon-headed bottle-shaped container engraved with charms, and hung it back around his waist.
“From the bottom of my heart, thank you very much for giving me the opportunity to reclaim her, Chapter Master—or rather, Lord of Medrungard, the noble Iron King.”
As he said these words, the tense atmosphere in the air became more tense, and the weapon systems of the Iron Warriors kept active readings.
"Perturabo" had no expression, and even the Thousand Sons Wizard's thoughts of spying on him with the help of the etheric breeze were isolated from his eyes like black moonstones and the multi-layered anti-psionic stance in the cell.
"Stop trying to play your psychic tricks, wizard." He said coldly, "I believe that if it weren't for my...smart and capable descendants and the iron rings with psychic insect traps, You wouldn't take the initiative to come out if you were stuck in the cargo hold."
The other party responded with a weak and apologetic smile.
There was a small commotion among the Iron Warriors.
This wizard is full of lies. Lamizane thought that he could naturally come to the conclusion without Perturabo's reminder that this guy was not weak at all. Although the Thousand Sons' psychic reserves were a bit insufficient to counter the special anti-psionic stance that had been activated before, The power armor and weapons were in good condition, and the wizarding gadgets hadn't been unsealed yet, but he pretended to look the part.
So why did he surrender so easily? Although we have shared his movement patterns with all followers, we haven't even reached Blackstone Pressure yet.
This is a question he and Perturabo share.
“I am Emmenut, the Supreme Wizard of the Secret Cult of Knowledge. I am honored to meet you, noble King of Iron. It is your abundant spring of mysterious knowledge that attracted me, a lost traveler in the desert. ”
The Supreme Wizard of the Thousand Sons, who calls himself Emmenut, is a typical Terran except for his skin color.
Wrapped in the cyan and gold power armor of the Thousand Sons Legion, his milky white skin made his face look like an alabaster sculpture, with a pair of black eyes embedded in it.
His hairstyle stands out among the bald or short-haired Astartes. His black hair with the luster of magpie feathers hangs down to the power armor neck guard - his physical appearance is quite consistent with his possessed doll shape. .
Perturabo took a breath from deep in his nose and commented sharply in the psychic communication, "This guy seems to be a hedonist who likes to experience transgender life and enjoys it, although he said that he Coming from the Secret Cult of Knowledge, huh, he might have some taste of Fulgrim’s unpleasant master’s Silver Palace.”
“Maybe you are biased. I don’t like the youngest goddess as much as you do. , but to be fair, this wizard's psychic energy map does not have that bad purple foxfire smell."
The dog snorted and swept his tail in his cockpit, Lamizan. En heard him lick his nose. "Okay. But I will always keep an eye on him, as long as I find an abnormality."
Lami Zane was distracted and thought for about 0.01 microseconds about agreeing to find some for Perturabo's robot vehicle. Is the untouchable bullet an unwise decision.
He turned his gaze back to the wizard in front of him, "For your father's sake, you have a chance to tell me why you are here, descendant of the red giant. You must understand that what you say next will determine whether I will keep you." The body and soul."
Qianzi bowed as a scholar, "Of course, my lord, please listen to me."
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Tes. DaSadra, an Olympian veteran, is sitting in the newly renovated mess hall, holding his power hammer close to hand while sipping a milky Reca coffee (popular among Iron Warriors on board the ship since the Bridge Incident) (drinking this drink), while looking at the Supreme Wizard of the Thousand Sons who was smiling and dining next to him with great distrust - yes, the latter was now using rhetoric (in Dassadra's opinion) to ask the Iron Lord for permission to have sex with them. After walking with him and learning about the latest dress change requirements - he was very cooperative and even happily changed his power armor and paint. This guy claimed that he "happened" to have a set of self-prepared Ultramarines Think Tank power armor. He only needed to add a little more black and silver paint and a new emblem to immediately transform himself into a think tank position that was in short supply on the ship - or in other words, The position known as "Seer" within the Argent Skulls.
The degree of simulation of that set of gadgets is so high that Dassadra has no doubt that he will encounter many interesting "little accidents" in the intricate passages and elevators of the Iron Blood for a long time to come.
Under his scorching gaze like plasma rays, the other party slowly and elegantly finished off two pieces of caramelized barbecue steak, five portions of fruit tarts doused with lethal amounts of syrup, and finally drank two After drinking a glass of GOLDENTOKAY with honey, he wiped his mouth with a napkin and turned his face to Da Sadra.
“I have to say what you said - oh, I’m wrong. The canteen of this chapter is really good, and the craftsmanship is completely comparable to that of the best Letling cooks. It’s a pity that we can’t see who is in the kitchen. Serving us such a delicious meal ”
Again. A long-lost and imperceptible expression of boredom appeared on Dadsara's ancient and noble face. It was something he often did when he was in Olympia 10,000 years ago. Who among the Iron Warriors didn't know that the entire kitchen of the Iron-blooded central mess hall was actually connected. Not even a single living person... In other words, this probing wizard would spend all day trying to find out the details of every corner of the Iron Blood in every sentence.
But who made the Iron Lord's original words be "During the probation period, you have to watch over this wizard for me, Dassadra."
Although full of distress and worry about his father's recent misdeeds, the War Blacksmith still regards the entrustment of his genetic father as a noble order and carries it out with steely determination.
The descendants of the Demon Bird God, their words are always trustworthy and untrustworthy, and they are not a good ally for those who believe in the solidity of steel. He thought to himself that only his father dared to talk through a few words. He took a cunning and evil powerful wizard under his wing.
Thinking about this, he puffed up his chest again, "After you obtain the permission of my lord, the chapter leader, the permissions that should be opened will naturally be opened to you."
" Okay, okay," the other party spread his hands, "Then you can always tell me what I should do, otherwise I will go back to my room to meditate. Most of the cabin areas are not open to me yet, so I can't get new ones. The days of seeing are so boring.”
“Really? You really don’t want to take a rest?”
"Rest is just to better explore the unknown and acquire knowledge." The Thousand Sons Wizard shook his head melancholy in the psychic headband of the think tank. "The supervision of the Supreme Power on this ship is too strict. I I even had to release my Screaming Flying Shark, hoping that the little guy could escape alive."
"Huh... I can't be too strict. Besides, the Screaming Flying Shark should have been broken into pieces. Power furnace fuel. However, you must want to know now.”
Dassadra cleared his throat and took out a gold-plated and silver-covered brand-new pure mark that exuded the fragrance of ink. A very ancient reliquary with a data pad on it, "First, you have to learn to do this."
"What is this?" The Supreme Wizard - New Think Tank Emmenut answered curiously He passed the data tablet, and when he saw the content, he almost threw it away, "What——?!" The Thousand Sons Wizard's voice suddenly became sharp, "Are you crazy?! Why do you want me to learn to use the Emperor Tarot?!"
War Blacksmith managed his emotions very well. If he actually wanted to laugh, he didn't show it.
"According to the order of my lord, the Chapter Master, the think tank of this Chapter should be responsible for guiding the direction of the Chapter with prophecy, so it must be a prophet who is proficient in the Emperor's Tarot and rune divination," he reset the data pad. Stuffing it back into the opponent's hand, the Supreme Sorcerer's expression looked like his Silver Tower Library was being blasted in an undirected manner by a group of explosive boys.
"Don't worry," Tes Dassadra's tone became more and more kind. If there were any dead souls of his men here, they would definitely not dare to recognize each other.
“My lord... what the Chapter Leader means is that we don’t need the real Fake Emperor Tarot. You just need to use the set of fake cards he made to present yourself in front of the recruits. Just pretend to be divination. In addition, he also said that when the time is right, we will have a brother, ahem, dressed like a priest (he finally couldn't help but smile) to form a fortune teller with you. Until then, you have to be patient. I hope to see you in the Hall of Omens soon, 'Prophet' Emmenut."
After the Iron Warrior veteran walked out of the restaurant in a happy mood, Cyclops. The son weakly raised his hand and touched the newly fastened psychic control collar around his neck.
His psychic feelers clearly told him that this thing from the hands of the Primarch had been intricately "spun" with part of his etheric essence.
"Your Majesty the Scarlet King..." he groaned, "I...I...the only one who didn't want me back then was the Black Crow! This time I () () () really got on the pirate ship."< br>
Hey, in order to have a better (?) reading experience, astrologers have to refrain from giving spoilers, so some questions are either unanswered or impossible to answer (＾Ｕ＾)ノ~
Just read on and you’ll find out!
(End of this chapter)