Chapter 25 Scholars and Blacksmiths
Destiny Steel
One side of the central axis
Apothecary Suite
Iron Lord - "Silver Skull" Battle Hong Suo, the pharmacist at the head of the regiment, was sitting at his desk in his private room, sorting out data.
Following the Chapter's latest rules on confinement, he was not allowed to leave his personal bedroom, not to go to the operating room or workshop, and was required to fast.
To be honest, fasting is not a big problem, but he does miss a little bit, just a little bit, the new variety of hot Reca coffee recently developed by the father of genes, which is double concentrated and poured with The kind of extremely fine low-temperature synthetic milk foam.
The pharmacist's internal and external communication channels were also cut off, so after he completed the data on the last topic on "How to split gene seeds at high speed and reduce the information loss rate", he started for the first time in his life There is an indescribable feeling of idleness, emptiness and relaxation.
This prompted the former war blacksmith who had been fighting for a lifetime to unconsciously slump in his chair like the original body on the bridge, and began to think about some additional trivial matters.
To be honest, he didn't expect that he would be able to leave the original body's office with all his beard and tail intact.
After all, even the lowest warband servants on Medlengard knew who the Iron Lord was targeting with his strongest hatred, not to mention that he actually used the Iron Lord's laboratory to cultivate such a pure creature. Imperial Fists.
Although his attitude towards the original body at that time was very - well - bold and straightforward, there was also a part of Honsou who sincerely thought that the best outcome for him at that time might be to be killed by a man like Berossus. Embed your fist into the wall, and if you're lucky, go straight into the Dauntless Sarcophagus.
As for the worst ending, it’s hard to say which one is more miserable when the molecular disintegration cannon is fired at close range and every cell in one’s body is shattered into molecules alive, or when one is torn into pieces and stuffed into a hell beast, maybe it is Hell beast.
So there is only one truth.
He moved his buttocks in the chair. The new lumbar pillow that Parogov sewed and gave him with the scraps of synthetic lambskin fit perfectly... This guy sewed human skin - no, he sewed wounds. The understanding is really better than that of others...
Hongsuo's thoughts rarely wandered for a few seconds. He hoped that those old guys who had "little accidents" there every day wouldn't make any mess that his well-behaved apprentice couldn't clean up. Then he would have to hold his nose and start maintaining multiple machines. Fearless...
Speaking of which, why did Elder Kaidomo's fearlessness never require a pharmacist to replace his nutrient solution and artificial amniotic fluid?
Ah, I thought too far, so there is only one truth!
The apothecary thought proudly, those old guys couldn’t even guess what the dark prince’s conspiracy was, or what the corruption of the Crystal Maze was. In my opinion, the blessing received by the original body must be...< br>
The roar of the storm cannon shells poured out by the iron ring soldiers outside the gate almost coincided with Honso's action of turning over and jumping up to grab his weapon.
In only 0.001 seconds, the researcher who was lazily and leisurely thinking about gossip disappeared, and the bloodthirsty and cold eyes reappeared in the eyes of the war blacksmith.
He raised his weapon and looked warily at the door that was smoking with gunpowder smoke and molten iron, and at the appearance of some warp entity with ominous blood stains and greasy corpse oil vapor.
"Very welcoming, but I don't remember inviting guests. Who are you?"
The monster - the huge inanimate creature entrenched in the cooked corpse of the Iron Warrior, with Its bright yellow sickly eyes stared intently at the Chaos Astartes in front of it.
From the meticulously cared for silver-edged white armor to the brand new finely crafted power ax in Hong Suo’s hand, and finally, he glared resentfully at Hong Suo’s well-looking and alert face, its tattered and shabby face A bloody roar came from his throat——
"Found...! Honso...! Honso of Calangal! Lord of the Bottomless Cave! No! It shouldn't be like this! You must! You must finish...! The Son of Destiny has been there from the beginning. ! You must let him be born!"
The potion master frowned.
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Passing through the last alloy airtight door engraved with incantations, Lamizane and Perturabo finally saw the apothecary suite.
The Iron Ring soldiers surrounding them silently turned on the weapon charging switch. The veterans showed off their skills and placed their weapons in their accustomed positions - by the way, why did Lamizane feel that everyone except himself was getting happier as he rushed? Illusion?
"I said, this doesn't look good." The upper bodies of the two Iron Ring soldiers guarding the door were severely deformed. The large number of bullet holes and craters on the wall opposite them indicated that the Storm Cannon's attack was either ineffective. Or maybe he wore something.
Some kind of huge pole weapon - well, like a hook and sickle, chopped off their heads, but it seems that the main damage was caused by the heavy objects smashing down. caused.
The disgusting smell of burning human flesh and corpse oil vapor lingered here. They raised their weapons and passed through the door that was penetrated by supernatural fire and impact. The stench and smoke became stronger and stronger. The rectangular laboratory hall was in a mess, with dark red bloodstains extending all the way to the destroyed exit at the end.
Perturabo sat in the cockpit, his eyes wide open, the tip of his nose twitching, his ears raised alertly, and turned in all directions.
Their supreme wizard made a few complicated gestures, and then reported in the team communication channel, "The wind of ether told me that they are in the center of the second room in front. There are two existences, one is injured and the other is fine. It should be a confrontation."
"Okay. Emmenut, can you condense multiple small energy shields at the same time?" Lamizane asked thoughtfully.
"That's it. Dear Lord of Iron, do you have any amazing ideas?"
"There is one."
Then the Supreme Wizard listened while listening With a painful and happy expression of "I suspect you are Carlos personally coming to play with me", she started to operate according to his request.
The Primarch, Dreadnought, Iron Ring, Librarian and Terminators, with the help of floating psychic shields placed horizontally under their feet, quietly passed over the ground where debris was poured everywhere, and surrounded Honsou's bedroom. .
The sound of conversation came from inside.
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"Wait, let me summarize. So you traveled across half the galaxy, smashed hoop droids, burned through eight layers of armor plating, and messed up My lab finally said a lot of nonsense to me, which meant that I should make a demon womb, then find the expelled Ultramarine, and then use his genetic material mixed with Imperial Fist or Steel The warrior's genes make him a Chaos replica of the Astartes, and let this newborn join our warband and become the Iron Warrior?"
This is Honso's voice, he sounds very calm. .
Perturabo began to issue orders to the iron ring and his descendants. Lamizane looked at the list. Well, two-thirds of the shooting weapon sights and attack line guides were indeed aimed at the Demon Prince's vital points, and One-third...
"Newborn! (NEWBORN!) Yes! Exactly so!" The Demon Prince of Khorne roared with extreme anger, "Why is this place so desolate and cold! Clean this place No blood! No mountains of skulls! This place should be full of sacrifices and praises to the Lord of the Skulls! Where is your human skin farm? Where are your flesh mills! Where are your demonic wombs!”
Lami Zane heard an impatient cry. With a whine, the original Bian Mu activated the isolation doors of the airtight cabins at both ends.
"Hell... Pepe! Even if this is the Iron Blood, using a mini cyclone torpedo in the ship is still a bit excessive! - I think melta bombs will do."
" I have precautions.”
Bian Mu snorted coldly and pressed his flesh pad on the button.
Honso spoke.
Quack!
I have to go out to do errands tomorrow, so try to set up scheduled updates.
If the scheduled setting does not work properly, wait for me to come back and update it【
(End of this chapter)