Chapter 407: Encountering prey that Fulgrim will never give up
“…Thank you for your answer, it seems very reasonable. But you are ruling and governing, not raising worms! This It's your people! Your people! Your descendants will be born from them!" If the phoenix had fingers, he could almost imagine his white, slender, thin cocoon with weapons. The way he rubbed his knotted eyebrows with his fingers.
And now he is rubbing the forehead of his silver-white face with the brand-new silver-white fingers of the metal body of "Ferrus Manus".
This face cannot be called gorgeous and exquisite, but it has an old-school calm elegance, which makes it look like the rough and ferocious face of the original Ferrus Manus has been replaced by civilization and sensibility. Statue softened and then polished. Everyone who has seen it will think that he is never suitable to be described by words such as beautiful or handsome, but at the same time, people will be breathless because of the perfect balance and sharpness contained in his face that cannot be described in words. I can't take my eyes away because it represents a certain level of greatness that human reason can reach.
Just today, they finally decided to start shaping the face of this body together, using the living metal from Ferrus Manus's Garuda body and the formula from Mimir's treasure trove. The humanoid transformation of Fulgrim Ishtar's new body in the universe by technology was deliberately left to the final completion. However, it was obvious that the two originals still had disputes over the shaping of the face, so this picture The hairstyle for her face is still undecided. It turned into some kind of very energetic hairstyle at one moment, and then turned into some kind of hairstyle that was too long for Garuda and was an eyesore.
"Don't tell me that you don't know what raising gu means. Mr. Jiu. I shared with you the library information downloaded on the Iron Blood."
Garuda moved his wings and began to tilt. He combed his metal feathers, and at the same time began to input comments into Fulgrim's data consciousness that he thought the current face was too smooth and kind.
"You..." Fearless Phoenix frowned inside the body, "I have given in and restored this face based on your skull instead of shaping it based on my face... Yes, I Knowing that it is impossible to use my face to shape... What? So this is not a concession? You are as brutal and unreasonable as ever, I..."
A pulse of warning passed through them. thinking.
The flying fortress of the Rakuan clan undoubtedly discovered something.
After a while.
All the leaders gathered at the data throne in the command tower.
"What was found?"
"Chaos ships," said the Lord of the Oracle, pulsed data from his highly mechanized skull to all at once, "seems to be too Brought here by the same warp storms we encountered, the sensor array returned findings of damage to its hull and engines."
"Is there a sign of life or something unusual?"
"Yes, more than thirty thousand biological signals, MYLORD, this is an ancient frigate. Her reactors have not yet fully recovered from the warp storm, and the void shield has not had time to rise."
" Frigate?" Fearless Phoenix once again looked at the icons and data with its optical sensors sculpted into the shape of eyes, and the ancient machine spirit of the Rakuan Clan Hall quietly opened an additional line of observation to Garuda and his friends. "It looks much bloated and deformed than a normal frigate, and thirty thousand signals is not a normal number of personnel."
"Whether it is twenty thousand or thirty thousand, the weapons in today's clan hall There are only a few salvos in front of the array, and its reactor power is destined to overload its void shield. "This is Captain Raus.
"The presence of a Chaos ship so close to Medusa makes me feel bad. I think it would be best if we deal with it as soon as possible, my lord."
"Of course, But to eliminate evil, just in case, conduct a detailed scan for the last time, confirm it and listen for the signal, the master of the augur."
So tens of seconds later, they obtained some new information.
For example, the name of the Chaos frigate that was brought to them by the sudden subspace storm was Vesalius. And, there are still alive Chaos Space Marines on this ship.
There must be more than one Emperor's Son among them. The powerful sensor array of the Rakuan Clan Hall Fortress sent a message to the observers with a strong feeling of contempt. The biological signals of the Chaos Space Marines were discerned. There were quite a few, more than two hundred people, but the status of some signals Oops, there are more unsightly details, such as the possibility that the crew may have problems, and that the Chaos ship is equipped with too many alien technology components and cabins that cannot be scanned and penetrated.
After studying it for a few seconds, most of the members at the meeting thought that it would be better to send them to the west with a few full-power salvos. This ship and her The crew members are obviously filthy and hopeless. There is little point in jumping into gangs. There is no need to waste precious steel heirs on this group of self-destructive people when they can be covered by firepower. Because they don't need to capture her, don't want prisoners, but just want to completely destroy her and all the fallen people she carries.
Just when Fulgrim Ishtar frowned slightly and nodded at this efficient but boring tactic and was about to send a pulse of agreement back to the others and the weapon array officer, the sensor array automatically replenished several new The scan data was supplemented into their thinking.
The Iron Hands were instantly horrified. Everyone felt that something terrible was ignited behind the data cable in their only flesh and blood nerves.
It is so obvious and sharp, carrying deadly danger and reckless destruction.
Intense, white-hot, rage like a supernova explosion or a mantle volcano erupting.
It seems that in the next second, you can lead the entire universe to hit a target without hesitation.
Then a calm, iron-like rational thought immediately invaded their high-speed online meeting, and with incredible softness and tenacity, "trapped" the magma-like anger that almost "scalded" the other people in the data link.
"You...my lord...?" Markan Feros asked cautiously.
"Change of plans." "Weyland" or in other words, the saint of Ferrus Manus replied, the voice of the pair of heirs that was always as warm as the spring breeze is now filled with sharp and freezing words. Ice ballast, "Overload their void shields, break the subspace engine, and then jump gangs. Get ready to fight. Sons of Ferrus, I must confirm with my own eyes that I have killed him."
No one asked why. Change of plans, for anyone could hear the strong hatred and determination in the voice of the Primarch's Saint.
The Iron Father and the company commanders saluted towards the data throne, but the person sitting on it still supplemented their reasons for their actions.
"Fabius Bayer." Each letter seemed to be spat out with venomous teeth and tongue, and the unforgettable hatred puzzled the Fathers of Steel but was obvious. "He is up there."
Garuda chirped softly on the shoulder of the steel figure.
Fulgrim Ishtar conveyed his apology to Garuda in his own mind.
“Sorry, I was a little too excited. They could have avoided joining gangs to fight, but if I went alone, it would probably give the damn traitor Fabius a chance to escape. He was too Cunning, I know him."
"I'm sorry," he repeated.
Garuda's thoughts turned into pulses and were sent into the amniotic fluid chamber. "This is the anger of justice. You don't need to feel guilty about it. The descendants of Medusa are not as fragile as you think. The Iron-Armored Flame Heart is my expectation. If Wield the hammer I give you like your own saber, my friend.”
(End of Chapter)