Chapter 462: It looks like it can’t be fished out, so why don’t we launch missiles (4K4)
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Soltarn W. Bronn has stood here many times. Karan-Gol's predecessor and former lord beside, in front of, or beside the throne.
Although his reputation is not as prominent as other lords, Kayama of the Crimson Fist of the Renegade Assault Team knows this Stonecaller of the Fourth Legion, and he can survive in Medlengard like this. After many years, Soltarn is by no means an incompetent person. Therefore, although the news that he came alone surprised Tolamino, it was not too out of the ordinary. He was just slightly annoyed that he could not take the opportunity to kill one or two of Soltarn's attendants to establish his authority.
The Stonecaller's statement about Toramino was not a lie or a bluff: despite the eternal struggle on Medlengard and the fact that they continued to exile others over the years, or Some of the more thoughtful Iron Warriors will seek to "ascend" and leave to form their own warbands - such as the former owner of this fortress, the "War Blacksmith" who devoured the Imperial Fist on the Heart of Hydra and rose to become a Daemon Prince. ”, one of the tridents once named Balban Falk.
The two Iron Warrior Lords currently attacking and guarding Callan Gol both began serving the Legion and their father 10,000 years ago.
As far as their resumes are concerned, the former was once the adjutant of the 45th Dalian Company, but because of his talent for being familiar with rocks, he was deeply loved by the Primarch. For a long time, he was responsible for the blasting of the city wall by the Central Primarch. As an engineering and technical advisor for the siege, he commanded the battle against the Ultramarines when he left to find Angron; the latter began to command the Iron Warriors' famous "Siege Strikers" force before the Heresy. A force originating from Olympia, they are known for their powerful, advanced and unique siege terminators, heavy vehicles and weapons.
If the two sides have something in common for a long time, it is that they are just stuck outside the three names of the Trident. They have always been close, but they have never become the Trident.
However, the reason why the two sides did not enter the Trident was exactly the opposite, and the two knew it well: Soltarn was unwilling to compete with the remaining two seats in the Trident in order to obtain that position. Toramino is just the opposite. He dreams of becoming a trident and can even order shooting at friendly forces.
In view of this, it is easy to understand that Toramino wanted to give this old colleague a slap in the face, although there was no direct conflict at all, but he was quite embarrassed in the whole process.
The intimidating lock on him by the Demonic Titan's weapons was just the first step.
Toramino thought proudly, sitting on his shiny silver throne that had been polished by slaves and changed overnight to be inlaid with his favorite gold and onyx.
Next, he also arranged a complete humiliation package for this little lieutenant who dared to attack him regardless of life and death. He imagined for a while that he would separate Soltarn's soul from his body, and then let him In the cage where his soul is imprisoned, he watches his ridiculous and lowly body being made into the culture medium of an amniotic membrane farm by barbaric undertakers - no, no, this is still too cheap for him! Perhaps this guy's talent with rocks could be exploited, and turning him into a living shield would be a good idea, wouldn't it?
Tolamino licked his lips excitedly at the picture he imagined. The feeling of extreme desire made him grab a soul stone from the golden bowl held by the kneeling slave beside him, and drank it in a big gulp. The sweet pain in it brought his emotions back to the line of reason, and he waited complacently for the minute before the final climax.
Ah, it’s such a difficult minute, but for the most gorgeous climax in the music, it’s worth it, and Toramino can afford to wait.
Check it out! Father! In this 10,000-year competition, I am the only one who has the last laugh!
Only me! The greatest war blacksmith - Toramino!
Stand out!
Except for the demon-promoted Balban - Kroger who hatefully took away the Trident seat that should have belonged to him, Berossus who was always too impulsive, and even the dejected one who finally won An old Flix who died neither honorably nor befitting a warrior, ha! Now! them! All are dead! Dead! All the annoying obstacles have been cleared away by the wise God of Death!
No one in this legion, on this planet, in this galaxy loves my father more than me! oh! I'm even willing to die for him! As long as he gives the order, every drop of steel in my blood will be his! Our father, the most powerful tyrant of Olympia! Why, why haven't you set your sights on me? !
Oh, such a powerful, handsome, majestic father... No one is more qualified than me to stand at the Primarch's side and serve him! Felix is from Terra, so it makes sense not to compete with him, but is it allowed to have a country bumpkin like Soltarn, whose voice is so broken, standing in his father's command room? ! Unbecoming! If this lucky country bumpkin hadn't been lucky enough to be selected into the legion, he wouldn't even be able to touch the walls of the city-state of Lokos once a year in Olympia!
Wait a moment, wait for him to walk in, and after I have humiliated him enough, I will ignite the magic circle on the ground and sacrifice this vulgar bitch to my lovely counselors! They have told me that they have long wanted to drink from his abundant psyker soul!
Ha! Only I, the greatest Toramino, will be the ultimate winner! final! Father can only choose me! Choose me to be his trident! The first!
The obsession with "I must become the Trident of the Primarch" has lasted for ten thousand years in horror, turning into a fanatical and convinced gaze, from the golden irises on the wizard lord's milky white eyeballs. The radiation came out, and for a moment it even covered up the traces of conspiracy, pain and resentment that were deeply carved on his face.
Outside the throne room door came the sound of the iron boots of power armor walking on the rock and iron ground, and the Tolamino personal guards who were deliberately placed outside the door drew their weapons in unison. With the sound of swords crossing - this is a very ancient "welcoming ceremony" for warring parties, having the opponent walk through a corridor formed by lethal weapons above his head, designed to make the opponent bow down and be stunned, power and chain saw The sword and ax can raise the level of this intimidation to another level.
Although the principle is simple, this kind of welcome for his despised old rival suits Toramino well.
The door of the inner temple was pushed open - this was also the special order of the wizard lord. Do not arrange for slaves or servants to open the door for Soltarn. Let this guy who is only qualified to smash stones under the city wall do it himself. Pushing the door open so that Toramino could loudly taunt his supposed old rival as he entered.
Just like now.
"Ha! Look, who is here, Soltarn, that little self-pitying shack you and Flix built finally collapsed so you come to me to beg for mercy———— What is that?! How dare you!”
Tolamino’s voice suddenly rose with a high pitched voice, like one from the plains outside Lokos. Steep cliffs reaching into the sky.
“What is that?! You bitch!!!! What are those you’re wearing?! What’s that around your neck?! Why do you have those?!!!! How dare you?!!!! ! ”
The Iron Warrior Wizard Lord lost all his grace, jumped up from his proud new throne, trembling all over, and pointed excitedly at the summons who walked leisurely into the hall. Stone person.
Soltarn, obviously, was very different from his habits of the past ten thousand years. The visitor had obviously dressed up for their meeting. His silver armor is as shiny as Toramino's Olympian unprinted power armor. His black shoulder armor is as black and shiny as onyx, and the golden ribbons, tassels and various symbols of his past The honorary badges and medals of merit are proudly displayed on his breastplate, and a black gold-trimmed cloak with a silver-white skull mask emblem hangs from his shoulder armor. The respirator mask was taken off, revealing the face that had been repaired by exquisite bioengineering surgery and mechanical implants. That was the face of the officer in the 45th Dalian Company ten thousand years ago in Toramino's memory.
Soltarn watched him quietly.
The most important thing is that a chill gradually rose in Toramino's heart - he immediately thought of some clues: there had been no movement from the palace where the original body lived in seclusion for a long time, and the Iron-Blooded was seen leaving Medren in a hurry earlier. Gard's orbit also took away Honsou and a few Iron Warrior Lords. This is why he took advantage of the opportunity and obtained the Kallan-Gol Fortress...
"I come from the royal court of the original body. . I accept the will of the Primarch," said Soltarn at this time, his voice like a yellow bell. "I will repair you, Toramino, if you are so imbued by our reborn father. The Dark One will not need to embarrass his father again. Medrungard is not our home. The Void Fleet of the Fourth Legion will once again be as proud, eager and hopeful as it was ten thousand years ago to sail to the place where the Primarch is. The earth sets sail. And the defiled person is not worthy of the father's love."
Lost the father's love! Medlengard who lost his father! What's the use of becoming the master of this fortress! ! ! !
Without the Primarch's legion... What are we without the Primarch's love... What on earth was I working so hard on...
The psychic energy on the verge of overload comes from Tolami Nuo's power armor shot out in all directions, his white hair was blown away by the strong wind formed by the energy vortex, ridicule and joyful laughter came from the supreme sky, and a line of blue blood and tears mixed with purple came from his cracked eyes. Stream down.
What puzzled the other Iron Warriors present was the way Tolamino immediately lost his temper just because he saw the other party's "very imperial" dress and the speech that made them feel extremely uneasy.
"I don't believe it! This is impossible! Primarch! How could the Primarch do it! This is impossible! It is impossible for the Primarch to create it for you...! Even the mark on Berossus' Dreadnought No! I don’t believe it! Father! Tell me you didn’t leave us on this damn planet! "
Soltarn smiled, watching Toramino's psychic energy escape before him as he screamed and pulled his hair, looking like he was going crazy.
The Stone Caller knew why Toramino was so out of sorts when he saw him, because this was exactly the effect he wanted with his careful dressing.
Obviously, Soltarn is very familiar with Tolamino, and the latter’s wizard subspace vision really saw the mark aura that others could not see at the first glance: this set of power armor exudes from all over his body It bears traces of Perturabo's psychic forging, showing that their beloved father was truly filled with love for his children (?) when he made it.
Before Soltarn set off, he used the manuscript he wrote and the small pendant that his father asked their spiritual consultant Master Ma'atla to bring to each of them (yes, only the pendant without the rosary, so Soltarn En didn't lie to Seraphas, he only had a small pendant! ) made a sincere prayer, asking for his father's blessing to fall on him - in this regard, Tolamino's psychic level and his The degree of respect for the original body is indeed very high, but he really doesn't brag too much on these two points, right?
Very good, this shows that, first of all, his prayers to the fathers outside the Eye of Fear are really effective, so... the fathers are safe, and the power is definitely not fading... It's likely increased, which is great news! It made him slightly relieved and his confidence doubled; secondly, the manuscript he wrote was proved to be indeed a medium for prayer; finally...well...he originally thought that Toramino was cunning, boastful, vain, self-righteous and... The extremely jealous guys have long been hopeless, and eighty percent of their souls have been devoured by the great demons of the alien gods they had seen in that dead world.
In Soltarn In the original plan, this guy was blasted by the missile swarm and his superficial face turned into a plume of smoke in the magma. This was considered a waste of missiles in order to quickly end the battle and save valuable manpower later. But now It seems that, in the words of the kind father who loved good food, maybe "trash in the wrong place can be turned into treasure...?"
"...So, Tolamino, Do you also want to be a powerful person like me? Do you also want to gain the gift of the Primarch? Do you want to know how to be allowed to see your father again and accompany him on his new expedition that will change the galaxy?"
Soltarn's originally unremarkable voice seemed to be the whisper of the Great Keeper of Secrets coming from a distant palace. He penetrated in a low voice just as he was about to activate his psychic spells and order the guards and the opponent. Into the ears of Toramino who struggled.
The white-haired Iron Warrior Wizard Lord froze.
The muscles in his face, full of the aristocratic style of ancient Olympia, were twisted, the golden irises were blazing with devilish eyes, and two lines of bloody tears flowed down his cheeks.
"You..." "A earth-shaking expedition? Really?!"
When the second impatient voice suddenly sounded from the crowd beside the throne, Soltar Enruo Narrowing his eyes thoughtfully, Toramino raised the staff in his hand angrily -
"Who allowed you to speak when your master is speaking?!"
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The face of Kataras Grendel, who not long ago was the Arms Commander of the Berossos warband, was now filled with savage passion and yearning, covered with old scars.
"You are not my master, Toramino, who doesn't know who? Expeditions, battles and blood." He licked his lips longingly, "Father finally plans to dye this galaxy red with blood. "?" He laughed wildly, "Soltan! Please let me join! I have been waiting for a long time!"
The stone caller looked at the one exuding red aura and the other emitting blue. The two former colleagues with a faint purple aura were at war with each other and could not help but think.
In order for such a guy to reconvert to the glory of the noble primarch...
...should we inform the command center to activate the death strike missile swarm?
(End of this chapter)