Chapter 223 In my opinion, the problem with the Iron Hands is not that they think too little, but that they think too much
Fulgrim Ishtar, although he has experienced hundreds of battles, he does not lack courage and experience. thing, but actually he was still somewhat nervous.
For a Primarch like him, this kind of emotion that would affect the speed of his sword - ah no, power claw is very rare.
But if you consider that the body he is using now is not even his own, but just that of an ordinary Astartes veteran - and he doesn't even have arms, and he is staying in the Dreadnought with the cables. In the amniotic fluid chamber.
And the most important thing is that he and his winged companions are not on the Iron Blood, which is bright and warm and can choose the smell of cabin air freshener. He is on Medusa.
In this galaxy, on the home planet of Medusa, the loyal Primarch Ferrus Manus was slain by the traitor Primarch "Fulgrim" with a sword and then decapitated.
Although the "self" in this story is not his "self", Fulgrim did not think that anyone on Medusa could listen to what he was saying after both emotional and rational reasoning. After telling his own identity, he told his own travel story.
The Third Primarch misses his Phoenix Guards and his outstanding and loyal Lord Commanders with great sadness at this moment... Vespasian, Rilanor, and especially his champion Juggernaut, the Imperial The guardian of the palace, the reborn Lucius, if these children were still with him, maybe...
But the shameless depravity and heinous despicable behavior of the great traitor Fabius Bayer Still, the moment Ziting Phoenix saw him, he was dazzled by the rage that soared into the sky, and chased the traitorous heir alone into the depths of the Webway maze.
Then——
Fulgrim Ishtar sighed. Fortunately, Magnus on board the Iron-Blooded was lucky enough not to fall into the control of Chaos. Perhaps this was the price of correcting fate. Although Ferus did not fall this time, the crazy nonsense those Dark Eldar did to me came true here... It seems like...
Well, at least this time I will come . He thought, I must do something for him...
Garuda's silent electronic pulse suddenly and silently poked Fulgrim's mind, reminding Zi Ting Phoenix to fight. Mentally, prepare to deal with the Iron Father who comes to him.
Markan Feros also re-observed the Holy Contemptor Fearless in front of him.
He noticed a lot of details: the hastily finished paint - the application is not rough, on the contrary, it is too delicate. The rich emotion and artistic power can even be reflected through the black coating and silver pattern came out. Before this, Feros had no idea that the more practical paint of the Iron Hand could be so aesthetically pleasing. But the problem was that the paint layer was too new. For one machine, it was marked as being in the warehouse on the storage document. For a Divine Dreadnought recovered during the Corinthian Expedition, his paint plating looks like it was applied just last week.
There are also those slightly deformed parts, showing that this Dreadnought has stuffed as many additional weapons and equipment as possible under its armor - this is in line with Feros's expectations, but he doesn't quite understand why it takes so much effort to integrate them. Once inside, directly attaching the backpack is obviously more in line with the Iron Hands' habits.
And Feros, as a believer in Ohm Messiah, also felt the unusual mechanical soul sound in the fearless system of the "Contemptor" opposite - no, it cannot be called a Contemptor. , it just has the shell of a Contemptor, and the energy source inside...may be from a collection in the Gorgon Forge Treasure House.
Fortunately, no matter whether "Wilander" is the mercy of miracles or a joke of fate, he is definitely not the dead brought back to this world by the Intelligent Resurrection Protocol.
Markan Feros felt that his two hearts were put back into place. In his naked eyes, the body of "Wilander" did not have that abnormal low temperature, nor that There is a lifeless and terrifying feeling, and even the all-metal limbs look flexible and light. The fearless modified joints and the use of prohibited materials make its subtle movements very much like a living person.
After being told the secret order of the Primarch, the Iron Father was surprised to find that what he could see with his naked eyes was counterintuitively richer than what his mechanical eyes told him. , clear, and detailed - the experienced guide immediately realized that the "Wilander" in front of him might have used some ancient formulas and techniques on himself that only the Primarch knew, making the body of the Contemptor's fearless body appear in other places. The human mechanical sensor shows another appearance completely covered by camouflage.
Ferrus Manus, we have been looking forward to your return for a long time, why should you be so wary of us? But immediately, Ferrus became even more sad. The words that came closest to describing the feeling came closest to being aware of Ferrus Manus' concerns. He thought about which parts the Iron Hands Legion, which was once united under the leadership of Gorgon, had actually split into, how many major disagreements they had had, and which clans had gradually become addicted to flesh and blood under the Iron Hands. In the cold years of weakness and survival of the fittest, he gradually lost his voice and the weight and seat that the Voice of Mars now holds in the Iron Council.
There were more problems that he did not pay much attention to until the Primarch's true return.
From within the Iron Hands, and also from the Mechanicus.
Markan Ferrus suddenly realized that Ferrus Manus did have every reason to act cautiously. Without a body of his own, in a Divine Dreadnought, even a Primarch could do much more than before - more disadvantages, fewer advantages.
And the most important thing is that the closer he gets to "Wilander", the more Feros can feel the beating of his heart, as if, as if somewhere, there is something very, very, very special to him. Something important and unforgettable is approaching.
He had to admit it, even though it shouldn't be.
That is - Malkan Feros has never really considered an event that he often thought of as a possibility, but never considered the detailed follow-up development: one day, their original body To truly be able to come back from the darkness, return to them, and lead them again.
The Iron Hands have been without the leadership and guidance of Ferrus Manus for ten thousand years. What has happened to his descendants in these ten thousand years? What have we become?
These changes, and what we have become, are he, Ferrus Manus, happy to see?
A bitter, dry feeling crawled up his throat - making it extremely difficult for him to open his mouth.
"Elder Wieland," he heard himself say, "perhaps you would like to travel with Clan Rakuan for a while at the end of Iron Moon?"
Then he saw Dauntless There was a flash of light on his shoulder, and he looked intently. Only Garuda's silver eyes were staring at him.
He had an urge to kneel down and worship from the bottom of his heart.
Is this... the power of the Primarch, the power of Ferrus Manus... just a glimpse of it spreading over his technological creations almost makes me lose control? Holy! How great! Ferrus Manus!
Then Wieland spoke.
It was a poetic voice that Malkan Ferrus never dreamed he would hear from Ferrus Manus.
Above is the Ohm Messiah, Sobek Wieland.
What kind of perfect vocal cords did your original body have, so that you can produce such a natural sound from your fearlessness?
(End of this chapter)