Chapter 411 The Hidden Blade
"No wonder he always says, 'Anything has a huge multiplier. No matter how perfect the plan is in practice, you have to be patient. Even if 30,000 pigs stand for you to kill, It will take a while'. "
"Ferrus Manus" held a platinum saber with black lightning dancing upside down in his hand and piles of severed heads under his feet. Yao sighed, remembering who and where he was talking to.
His subconscious action was too elegant even on the battlefield. So much so that the golden-winged and silver-body Garuda temporarily stationed on his shoulder to replenish energy began to become a little anxious, fluttering its wings and sending pulses to remind him.
Fortunately, Fulgrim, who used the metal face of Ferus, quickly adjusted his posture before any of his descendants could help but "notice" that something was wrong with him, making his movements look like It has more unmodified brutal beauty, or more naturally rough.
"This cannot continue like this." Fulgrim Ishtar first passed the data flow to his most trusted partner, "Although the quality of our individual soldiers and firepower are greatly superior to each other in all aspects, the number of people is always It's a real problem. Among other things, the inability to clear the corpses to both sides in time will seriously affect our combat radius and shooting field of view. This ghost place is like a goblin lair in the ancient Terra myth, and it is smelly and cramped. It’s boring!”
Hunting for those short and agile creatures like apes and climbing up among the spiderweb-like cable domes and rusty gantry or other half-collapsed supports hidden in the darkness. The mutant Mr. Garuda who was trying to launch an attack sent a signal of agreement to the silver demigod, and at the same time used its sharp decomposing claws to claw through the bulging, biological tumors on the two monsters. Eerily glowing blue-green electronic component jars kill them.
Fulgrim Ishtar then sent his latest battle plan to the four Iron Hands in front of the front.
After dozens of fierce back-and-forth binary data objections and remonstrances in just half a finger, the Iron Hands finally gave in, and they separated the Karagu clan chief to replace "Feru" The saint of "S. Manus" was in charge of the rear line, while the silver demigod carrying the silver saber jumped up to the shadow of the heights like a graceful leopard, and moved towards the enemy under the detection and guidance of the mechanical Garuda. Possible destinations dart away.
The Emperor's Children always have two deadly blades, one open and one hidden.
This time Fulgrim Ishtar plans to make himself the deadly secret blade that decapitates people.
Quick decisions are more efficient.
Gorgon and his children must also admit this after calculation.
He has to move faster.
The chaotic magnetic fields, psionic auras, and even more chaotic bioelectric fields within the ship made scanning more difficult than any predetermined situation, but they still managed to identify three locations.
Apothecary's laboratory, battery deck and hydroponic cabin.
Only the scans in these three places return the most impenetrable signals.
"Pain." Fulgrim said silently to Garuda in his heart, "The extreme pain and despair of those souls will attract the unborn like the richest poisonous wine, but these three There are no more obvious subspace fluctuations anywhere. This is abnormal."
Garuda fired several more pulses.
"No... I am just... too familiar, my friend, after all." Fulgrim made an almost smile-like image of the Son of Dorne's face in his amniotic fluid chamber. Expression, "After all, I have been entertained for a long time and in various ways in my Comoros..."
Garuda was silent for a long time and then sent a short but encrypted data. "...Don't worry." Fulgrim's brain waves became calmer, and the anger brought by those memories only became like a smoldering flame, containing more power, but still well controlled by the warrior.
"Let us complete our planned tasks quickly, and don't let your heirs worry for too long, my friend."
So they headed towards the most promising Continue to the possible target location.
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Chief Pharmacist Fabius Bayer is standing deep inside one of the three main laboratories he owns on this ship.
He was surrounded by many enhanced warriors and gland hounds he created. They were all deeply obsessed with and worshiping their creator, wandering and lying beside him, watching Vesalius. Turning a blind eye to and hearing the commotions and sounds happening elsewhere on the ship, they were all focused on the only sun and only benefactor of their "new humanity" - naturally this was scripted in their genes from the very beginning. And write it in an intensified manner.
The former Chief Apothecary of the Emperor's Children, who claims to be the genetic ancestor, is wearing his usual attire, a purple Chaos power armor that has been heavily customized, and a comfortable surgical suit made of carefully tanned and preserved human skin and faces. The doctor uses his coat, the mechanical spider-like surgical backpack on his back that has been with him for ten thousand years and has its own will and preferences, appendages for injection and extraction, as well as his usual pain wand and poison needle injection gun .
His hair is still white, but very dry. This body has been used for some time, and the comfortable feeling and youthful vitality have been gradually eroded by cancer and accelerated aging.
He was not surprised that there would be fighting and rebellion on the Vesalius.
After all, the alliance on this ship has always been loose, and he, Fabius Bayer, is the one who can bring these pharmacists or non-pharmacists from different legions, his new humans, and his loyal senior crew members - those he deems worthy of transforming - as well as his adorable little vat-born ones - and those whose xenos and xenos technology serve the same goals he seeks to achieve.
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“I must admit, this place makes me feel worse and worse. My friend.”
< br>As soon as they were out of sight of the crowd, Fulgrim and his old friend who had turned into a big metal bird had a little more freedom in their actions, including but not limited to starting to use the convenience of living metal to pass through some things that were originally impossible. Narrow passages or tubes through which, of course, they must still allow the amniotic fluid chamber to pass.
And the Silver Djinn, who had the appearance of the Primarch of the Iron Hands, regained the perfect balance and flexibility in his actions, as natural and tempered as Ferrus himself. Sharp perfection is different. This is a pace that has reached another peak in flexibility and strength. The owner of this pace can freely control every muscle and nerve in his body at any time, just like him. It's completely the same when you still have your own perfect body.
"——Indeed, it's very bad." Garuda's data stream returned to Fulgrim's mind. Thanks to the link they formed from the beginning, their conversation was silent and very convenient at any time. . "The things appearing on both sides of here..."
As they moved forward, some extremely twisted and ominous signs began to appear on both sides of the passage:
Rows of meat vats like chaotic shrines, The culture tank or cloning tank sews together the flesh of more other creatures.
For a few moments, some mandible with too many teeth or a series of cracked mouths from nose to chest suddenly pressed against the tempered glass from the turbid liquid, and a series of wet eyes emerged from behind each glass. Staring at them, it was like using a smile to express a silent welcome to the uninvited guests.
(End of this chapter)