Chapter 468 The Teaching Task of the Iron Warrior
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“So what kind of damn job appointment is this? Soltarn!”
Toramino—— Angrily burst into Soltarn's makeshift command room in the camp, waving the commission he had just received and screaming - the commission was clearly "Imperial" style - or rather, more Like the style of Destiny Steel: the decoration that pretends to be retro, the modern-style deletion and text that cannot be concealed, and the damage and traces of deliberate old age - in short, it is very consistent with a certain 3K Terran's CG for games and animations. Impressive style.
Because the Earth Ruler had recently regained the enlightened wisdom of his fathers from the holy book he had written, he was now cautious not to reside in the fortress of Kallan-Gol as his predecessors had done.
On the contrary, he is praying tirelessly and devoutly asking the Lord of Iron to grant him a larger, safer and more complete fortress - so that it can be used as their base to store important seeds, station troops and train new recruits, and forge New products and the purpose of opening an Iron Warriors School - well - although others think he is a bit wishful thinking, if he is so bold, he may be turned into a puddle on the ground by lightning from the sky and become a puddle that cannot be shoveled. , but Soltarn was indeed asking the Iron Lord for the use of his own palace.
After all, who on Medlengard has a residence that can exceed the scale of Kallan-Gol Fortress or any Chaos Lord's fortress, and has a strength that has never been breached in the past ten thousand years? For safety, it can only be the palace of the Lord of Iron himself.
Currently, this very bold prayer has not received any response, so they have improved the military camp outside the Kalan-Gol Fortress as a temporary fortress for garrisoning and carrying out activities, because in the process of converting this ancient fortress Before exploding into the sky, they found it necessary to clean up the place to find some usable and missing things. By the way, if possible, count the list of unfortunate victims - the former Blood Ravens Chapter's think tank. The LaFace brothers agreed and led the way.
Soltarn can certainly force the rock spirits here to build a huge stone shelter for him, but it would still be quite troublesome if there is nothing inside but stones.
After all, the residence of the Iron Warriors, no matter what kind of depravity they have become or which god they have surrendered to - first of all, there must be a forge core, secondly, there must be a manufacturing workshop, and finally, there must be The Situation Room and the sandbox chess pieces inside.
If you can also randomly mix enough slave workers, evil overseers, sweatshops, various weird orders from other demon lords, and occasionally go out to plunder the gene seeds of the old enemy Imperial Fists to replenish your manpower - this is every Iron Warrior The preferred life style of the Lord (in the Eye of Terror).
Any Chaos Iron Warrior who attempts to climb the ranks of the officer ranks without any of these will be implicitly labeled as a bumpkin and a young brat by the Terran elders - Unknown to Honso, he is counting In addition to his eye-catching bloodline, about a quarter of the criticisms he has received over the past century come from complaints that "this kid is too ignorant of old-fashioned rules and courtesy" - after all, the Iron Warriors It may already be one of the ones that pays the least attention to ceremony and appearance decoration among all the legions.
If other Iron Warriors can have a reliable way to know, no matter which world line they are in, Honso finally won the favor of Perturabo and was given more resources and power. It was precisely because of him "I don't follow the old rules any more" may be surprising.
Of course Soltarn doesn't know this either.
But Soltarn has experienced, lived, seen and eaten on the "Destiny Steel".
So in another aspect, Soltarn's mind has indeed improved by more than one level than the natives of Medlengard.
And he also has limited edition customized power armor and weapons hand-made by the Lord of Steel "himself" (obviously someone made them because he was a newbie and didn't have time to salt them, so he gave them to every lucky person around him) Very serious), and even more precious pendants.
So in the face of Toramino running towards him in a menacing manner, Soltarn’s answer was.
"Yes, this is your new position, Toramino."
"But you can't...!"
"I can. This is the arrangement I made based on my father's enlightenment. If you think there is a problem with it, you can go directly to the newly completed Iron Temple and pray to our father to see if he will grant you extrajudicial mercy. If you can obtain this kind of grace, I can even let you rule this place without any hesitation."
"You...!" The look on Toramino's face was like a kaleidoscope. The changes continued until Soltarn, who had studied him for a long time, threw out another bait that he could not refuse.
"...Samokwan will also be in your class. We need your knowledge of occultism and demonology, so you can talk to him up close when teaching." Stonecaller's The hoarse voice was like the whisper of the All-Changing Demon King, and Toramino's eyes suddenly radiated with greedy light.
“Seriously?”
“It’s pure gold, Toramino.” Soltarn sneered, “I’m not like some people. Together we served ten thousand for the legion. Nian, do you think I’m the kind of warrior who doesn’t keep his word?”
"That's true." The Iron Warrior Wizard nodded in agreement, "Like Flix, you seldom promise but keep your word."
He paused again with the newly crafted staff in his hand, frantically speaking. His spiritual power was restrained and his mind cleared, and he felt a numb current at the same time. The acrid, lashing energy penetrated the wizard's gauntlets, whipped his muscles, and left his mind as sharp and clear as it had been when he was an Olympian mortal for the first time in thousands of years.
This staff, with its unique broad-headed double-edged style, was forged by the Stonecaller himself as part of the deal he agreed to hand over Kallan Gol to Soltarn and serve him. , the material is precious adamantium alloy, ordinary volcanic basalt and a mysterious inner core. The surface is engraved with elegant and simple but alien-style runes. It was given to Toramino "in order to greatly restrain it to enhance psychic power."
According to Soltarn's statement with a distressed look on his face, he specially added a magical and precious hair to the core of the staff, which can provide unprecedented resistance to subspace pollution and contain psychic energy. effect.
Tolamino did not doubt this, and now he is intoxicated in holding it every day and it brings him the same admiration that he brings every time he sees the father of genes. The warmth and the stinging sensation of being stabbed - this damn Soltarn must have been a shameful thief! He may have stolen the Primarch's fallen hair and put it inside to make it have such an effect... Keeping his word is one of the few commendable qualities of this country bumpkin... Wait a minute... Did the Primarch have hair long enough to fall... No No, father is the greatest... Maybe Soltarn stole his father's nail fragments or blood... but it came from his father...
"Okay. If you have no objections to this, then I will consider you to have accepted this appointment," Soltarn asked politely, and at the same time began to pretend to pick up the documents on the table, "Professor Toramino . Now the first course we have for you is Anti-Devil and Occult Ritual, and then there will be your first class tomorrow. "What? Wait! The Demonic Ritual is a very complicated one. "Wait a minute, right?"
"I know, so." Soltarn narrowed his eyes and looked at Tolamino, who was not wearing a helmet and was neatly groomed. With neat white hair, "Look, you still have 13 hours and 22 minutes to prepare for lessons."
"What?! Wait! But you confiscated all my human skin paper rolls and human skin inventory! And my fresh bone marrow paint, spiced blood ink and brain gold powder! Then considering the waste in teaching demonstrations, you will need to send me about a thousand slaves for..."
" Uh-huh, all the lives in Medlengard became the property of the Iron Lord when I took them over in the name of our great father, so don’t abuse my father’s property! That’s stealing!”
"Then what do you want me to teach them? What about the sacrifices?"
"Slates and charcoal are easy to write on, and they are everywhere here. Sacrifice? Find some scrap metal and make a model of each. That’s it.”
“Are you kidding me? Such dry and insincere spells and rituals can’t summon any powerful inanimate advisors!”
“Of course! , what we want is this effect. Do you still remember your course? ——'Anti' Demonology and Occult Ritualism, Toramino, what your course needs is to enable students to identify those symbols and magic circles, and then tell them. How do they destroy them with the least force and the most precision? As for how to find practice objects, well, there are a large number of demon-driven forges and engines in and around Karan-Gol, and you can pick a few for on-site teaching - don't. We've been using demons as engines and igniting forges to power our foundries for decades, Soltarn, it's a tradition of the Iron Warriors. , using demons as energy core is a necessary knowledge and some seals that require great cost to complete. It is a sin to destroy them casually. ”
"You can talk to Father about this. If you don't want to do it, just return the commission and staff to me. This will not affect the rest of our agreement, but I will report this to Father during my next prayer, and then Based on his father's inspiration, find a more intelligent and suitable wizard from here to serve as a professor."
Soltarn seems no longer willing to waste words on this matter. He began to brush his head with a feather pen that had been collected from some unlucky imperial clerk at an unknown time and place and then thrown away in the trash, and was now found during the large-scale investigation ordered by Soltarn. He began to write daily paperwork and new letters of appointment.
In the end, the white-haired and golden-eyed wizard glanced bitterly at his old (imaginary) opponent who looked very tall even though he was sitting behind the desk. The boots, which were three and three inches taller, turned and walked out.
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“…So, this demon that was bound and used as the core of Kallan-Gol Fortress for many purposes——It Well, remember, it's called the Heart of Blood. Strictly speaking, although the Savage Morticians used its power to activate the fortress's anti-warp shield, they later used it as a source of warp energy. The donor maintains...well...some life energy, but first of all, it is not bound by them. The ritual to bind it is very ancient and takes a very long time, and it is unknown who initiated it first, so they treat it The degree of utilization is very limited; secondly, it does not belong to the Lord of Life and Laughter of the Plague, but to the God of War, Courage and Blood... Their divine names cannot be recited at will here... You must remember, Especially the Lord of Plague and Life, he and his subordinates are easily summoned... because their requirements for sacrifices and wishes are relatively loose..."
"Professor Toramino! I have a question!" Samokuan raised his hand.
"What's the problem?" The Iron Warrior wizard who was showing off enthusiastically was not very happy, but for the sake of Samokan asking the question, he still restrained himself and wanted to use the witchcraft. The hand of magic flame.
“You just said that its power can be used to maintain the supply of subspace energy, but it can also be used as a shield against subspace invasion. So, is this something we need to learn? A practical example of anti-demonic and occult rituals?"
"Hmm..." Tolamino was running through the connections in his mind, but he still expressed reserved approval verbally. "Yes, that's right, so this is an example that we will analyze and explain in depth later, but now let's talk about some basic knowledge. After all, some people's minds are like mud..."
In the lower level of Kallan-Gol Fortress, which used to be as terrifying as a living purgatory that even the Chaos Iron Warriors Champion was unwilling to step into, the Blood Lake where the demons were imprisoned in the sky is now peaceful and empty, with only the presence of a certain Iron Warrior professor. The sound of lectures echoed in the seemingly empty rock mine.
Those kidnapped mortal children who have not yet had time to transform have been sent to the outside camp and are taken care of by the Dragoons and the mortals under their command. The piles of corpses are temporarily classified according to whether they have gene seeds and the integrity of the seeds. After entering the cold storage, as for those precious gene seeds snatched from the empire, they were carefully taken out under the personal supervision of the tearful Lieutenant Colonel Leonid, and temporarily stored in the center of Soltarn's camp in a grotto and a freezer. ——Well, as for the use, Soltarn is not in a hurry. Such valuables, which are considered hard currency in the empire and subspace, can find uses.
Beside the now calm red lake, a small group of people stood, each holding slates and charcoal pencils, looking up at the demon who was sealed and chained above the lake, and at the same time listened carefully. Explanation by the leader of the Iron Warrior Wizard.
This is Toramino and the students he brought today: among them are the renegade space warriors wearing power armor, Samokan who is now wearing the power armor skin simulated by the devil, and another A being taller than anyone present. The king of the skinless ones, their tribe has now received some psychic spell treatment, which has made them at least temporarily free from most of the pain. Another surprise is that the leader of the skinless people heard that they were going to open a course, so he Having secured a spot as an auditor, this bizarre group is now being taught live by "Professor" Toramino.
“What we are going to talk about next is the relationship between the Blood Heart and its seal. Come, take a look at this seal pile. It comes from at least nine thousand years ago, and may be even older. If we pull it up a little A little...yes...because it is ancient, its seal form is also very primitive...No one will risk pulling it out, but I will show you the consequences of loosening it slightly..."
Scarlet Blood Light and white phosphorus-like aura lit up at the same time.
White blazing flames spurted out from the loose wound, and they splashed in the air. Bloodheart's drooped head suddenly raised, and the demon let out a painful and crazy roar. Malice filled the entire space, and everyone's mind They are all suffering from the most primitive fear engraved in their instincts.
On the boiling surface of the Blood Lake, a black subspace crack was torn open.
(End of this chapter)