Chapter 144 The Fifteenth Primarch, breaking out in a cold sweat
“My personal thanks go to you for your treatment and careful preparation, so that I can now talk to others like this.”
While the planet below is in full swing creating wonders, and others are busy preparing to make visitors from the far East feel at home here, the room of a certain psychic consultant on the Destiny Steel is now filled with calm and daily life The mid-afternoon vibe.
The space warrior mentioned by Fearless Phoenix bowed, "Our father's wish will surely come true. Your forgiving gratitude makes my heart feel even warmer. The powerful and noble Ishtar "
The green-eyed Uthelma Atla who is talking to him is not the owner of this place. At this moment, he is also tasting the carefully brewed bergamot-flavored milk drink. The Contemptor Fearless decorated with golden wings. Sitting in a special armchair, the Dreadnought crew compartment usually does not open, even if the Contemptor Dreadnought actually designed the helmet part. This is why they have been privately called "iron coffins" by some people.
By not opening them, you can maintain the last impression left by the noble and heroic driver to the world, instead of leaving them scarred, shrunken, incomplete, and most likely soaked, red or purple, curled up like dryness. What remains of the unborn hero's body is exposed to the world without dignity.
It is obvious that although there are still many life-support tubes and cables connected from under the neck and the back of the head, and Fulgrim's own soul power is also affecting the remains of this ancient body, a fearless Being able to show his face and talk to others, and occasionally drink something through a straw, this miraculous improvement must be due to the great creativity and efforts of a certain genius master of pharmacy in research projects.
The iris-colored eyes that Fulgrim's current body inherited from one of his brothers blinked, "You are very good at talking," a noble and elegant smile appeared incongruously on his face with a light smile. On her face, which has pale vertical and horizontal scars and is thin due to vicissitudes of life, white hair hangs down from her temples. "I don't remember that Perturabo's genetic talent and acquired education would include such smooth social flattery. Have you ever communicated and learned with the Thousand-Change Serpent here? Honso."
True. The fifteenth Primarch, who was peeking through the teacup, made a choking sound.
"The Thousand-Changing Divine Snake? My lord, it is a pity that we do not have a warband or warband with this name here."
"I think what Ishtar is talking about is, well, Alphas, ahem."
Astartes, who was talking to Fearless Phoenix, used an obvious action to express what he meant by these titles. The meaning is not clear.
"Alpha." Fearless Phoenix repeated thoughtfully, "It sounds like a very unpleasant title."
"That's right." Uselma Atla Shrugging, he put down his tea cup, "Most of the time, he is a stirrer and a troublemaker. The Alpha Legion soldiers themselves don't know what they are going to do. Or he becomes a strange firefighter, There are rare moments when all the brothers will yell 'Shut up' at them."
"Oh, that sounds like a bad version of our little brother."
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After being summoned, Honso seemed to be extremely comfortable in front of the two powerful men. Of course, it cannot be ruled out that it was because he became numb due to the impact at close range, or because he dealt with too many contents (such as Fulgrim The skin on your body today is still sewn together stitch by stitch using cultured materials) so that you can’t expect that just a few months ago you were a murderer, arsonist, looter, and shooter at the Imperial Fists and the Astra Militarum. An out-and-out Chaos Space Marine can have a reverence for these two mythical beings that is consistent with reality.
Although there is no real confirmation, the master of pharmacy has actually made a certain guess about the identity of the two. After all, it is easy to hide it from others, but you have to hide it every time. It is really difficult for the attending physician to do blood transfusion or re-implantation of nerves. The curve in the biochemical information monitoring that suddenly becomes weird, steep, and only the same as the data left by a special name will not deceive people, but as long as it is based on the father of genes Based on the attitude of this awakened person towards him, it is not difficult to deduce the approximate identity of the third person. There seems to be a commotion on our ship...the original body. A ridiculous thought passed through the mind of the Potion Master. Here comes the Iron Lord. I thought the seventh man was the end. I didn't expect that he was the beginning. This is already possible. Which number is it? There must be a reason for this, but who knows?
It is an honor to be asked to accompany the primarchs (doubtful) to have afternoon tea, but it is another thing to start interjecting randomly when you think you are amused. The bald potion master knows this well, and in his He would minimize his presence when he shouldn't speak. After all, just listening to the conversation between these two adults would make the Potion Master's inner record book constantly refreshed.
“So,” Fearless Phoenix’s antique power glove also put down his special liquid straw cup, “Which of you is going to talk to me first about my apprenticeship with Como? What’s the problem with Luo Xueling’s damned talented heir, the countless poor Ferus he cloned, and another clone he sold to the aliens?”
"Cough cough cough!! Cough!!!!!!" The psychic consultant really choked on the milk tea this time. He choked loudly and coughed, making his face turn red. Just as his poor fourth brother was asking him Accompany Fulgrim here, and keep a close eye on his fifteenth primarch while he is frantically thinking about the conversation, communication and roundabout knowledge recorded in the books that are needed at this moment (in other words, when did he agree to this of his own) A brother from a foreign land, invited the Potion Master to have tea with him? ), the Chapter Leader’s personal Potion Master straightened his body and spoke.
"If you mean Fabius Bayer, then I do have something to say."
When this name was mentioned, a certain look appeared on Honso's face. It is a mixed expression that is rarely seen on the face of a pharmacist master who has a fulfilling work life. It gathers resentment, hatred, distortion and deep revenge flames, and also has a kind of expression. Other decisions.
This was somewhat unfamiliar to Magnus, but Fulgrim was familiar with this look of determination: it was when his brave and glorious heirs were making some kind of sacrifice, separation, or moment of great decision. A look you only get - like cutting out your tongue to join the Silent Brotherhood.
"I see that as a pharmacist, you do have some information to provide me, Honso." Because I heard the names of people who had tarnished my honor one after another here, the way Fearless Phoenix pronounced it also changed. Becoming slightly tighter.
Utherma Atra began to think about whether it would be better if she used psychic powers to take away Honso's voice first, and then transfer him back to where he belonged.
But his foreign brother was obviously familiar with him in another universe and easily grasped him, "Uselma Atla, if you stop Honso from talking to me about this matter, and in that If you yourself avoid talking to me about this matter afterwards, then I will be happy to see that you will be unable to fulfill Perturabo's instructions to you because of my lack of cooperation."
The Fifteenth Primarch. , breaking out in cold sweat.
Gua.
It’s raining and the temperature has dropped. It’s really cold and sleepy. Let’s go to bed early
(End of this chapter)