Chapter 477 Before opening the door
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While he was sitting here thinking among the scrolls and maps hanging, scattered or packed in old supply boxes, Honso of Medlengard, or at least part of him, is returning.
After the white apothecary coating was rubbed away with sand from the ground, the hidden original color of the steel was exposed underneath.
This means that the personal chief apothecary of the Primarch of the Fourth Legion, the owner of the apothecary laboratory of Destiny Steel, the custodian of the gene seed bank, the teacher for whom Parogov knitted blankets, the one who loved to knit blankets for the sick Master Hongsuo, the pharmacist master who added some rich genes to people and the famous invisible eater in the cafeteria, has disappeared at this moment, and Hongsuo is returning.
The meaning of this sentence is that the Honso that "Perturabo" is unfamiliar with, the Honso that Parogov and his friends are unfamiliar with, and the Honso that Soltarn and others are familiar with, that Honso The Warsmith, that half-breed, that cool bastard is returning.
And this time, he has much more capital than when he first opened his eyes in the trenches of the Iron Warriors, he said to himself, Honso.
The energy and maintenance status of the power armor are both in good condition. The only regret is the weapons.
When he was brought here by some unknown bastard, he failed to bring his latest double-edged long-handled power broadblades - after all, no one would carry this on his back in his laboratory. The weapon that easily knocked over the reagent bottles on the table - he only held a box of samples he was developing at the time and a syringe in his hand, but fortunately, his pistol was still in his holster, and the disinfecting machine behind him The high-performance iron-blooded medical acupoints on the robotic arms and arm armor are still there, and the reactor has plenty of energy.
Despite this, when Honso realized that he was not on the safe Iron Blood, but probably in some chaotic place, he realized that there was still a possibility of going back before trying to kill everyone. Immediately afterwards, he began to think about his next move.
First, out of an instinct of vigilance ingrained in his bones for centuries, he did not open the door and go out, nor did he foolishly poke his head around to be witnessed.
His choice was to immediately start to deal with his appearance, and at the same time carefully explored this room that he did not recognize without making any movement.
After all, if the paint coating is worn off and it turns out to be a false alarm, it will just be a matter of going to the armory to paint it again. And if you lose your life and the possibility of returning to your father because of such carelessness, Then the gain outweighs the loss.
First of all, he was surrounded by an unexpected number of ancient record carriers scrawled with faded and unclear symbols: star maps of unknown galaxies, arrows and arrows indicating unknown directions or locations in the Milky Way. Arcs, alien footnotes or lost texts, ancient books of spells, scrolls and maps, as well as some spread traces on the table, show that the owner of this room has collected a large number of them and studied them carefully. Moreover, they all had colors and textures that were once familiar to him.
These materials of different colors are all peeled off skin, some have been carefully tanned, and some have residual strands of air-dried tissue behind them, some are human, and some are alien.
He wandered around and discovered that the unpleasant smell of hallucinogens and burning grease he had woken up to came from herbs and other substances placed in several braziers in the room.
Honso's respiratory tract, which has been nourished by the clean and fresh air of the Destiny Steel, is urgently adjusting its epithelial cells and starting to filter toxic impurities from the lungs.
The former pharmacy master who is now proficient in various biological agents and drug properties and carries a very good analyzer glanced at the burning and evaporating ingredients in the brazier. His first thought was: You must be sick. , if you click this in the house, you think it’s not enough to attract demons, and it doesn’t kill you quickly enough. It poisonously damages the nerves and brain cells, right?
Then he immediately extinguished all the braziers here and sprinkled several handfuls of sand on them without worry.
Then he picked up the cup on the table that was down to the bottom and sniffed it. It was filled with purification tablets and circulated countless times. The filter element was also not in time. The lingering stale smell of the replaced "clean water" immediately filled his nostrils.
But when he put the cup down, the glistening water at the bottom of the cup made him pick it up again and look inside again.
The thin water surface glowed with light, reflecting Hong Suo's broken face in the skylight leaking outside.
The newly shaved head, well, there is no problem with the bald head.
The cheeks are plump, the skin is moist, and I feel like I am well fed and nourished, and I take a shower every day (for the sake of keeping the laboratory clean). There is nothing I can do about it for the time being.
The face was rosy, well, he thought for a second, grabbed a handful of sand, and rubbed his face until they began to glow slightly with blood, very red, which made him look unkind. . Or too calm? But maybe things won’t be so peaceful next time.
He looked at the special spotlight and the exquisite mechanical servo arm behind him in the reflection, and realized that these tools were too clean, which might make him look not chaotic enough, not evil enough, not like a professional plundering seeds and kidneys. , a perverted villain who tore apart loyalists into pieces and turned them into monsters.
Okay, that's really troublesome. It would be great if he could summon the Iron-Blooded to bomb the outside first, or at least provide him with his little Niraidoa to fight alongside him?
My father once said: Master and disciple are of the same mind, and they can cut through metal!
——Besides, Parogov also has that face besides his skills.
That face! This god-given face is their capital. As long as they can go to the jurisdiction of any Imperial Fist or its sub-groups, Hong Suo is confident that they can get enough resources for the master and apprentice and they will be sent to Thailand. Before Laqie (trial) film (judgment), he stole a boat with his apprentice and slipped away.
Even if they couldn't find the Iron-Blooded immediately, he also knew which star sector they could probably go to to find it - a planet as big as Belakahn's forge world wouldn't be long, so a forge world was still much easier to find than some nameless planets. Isn't it?
Damn it! Who sent him to this strange place single-handedly?
When he was just approaching the gap in the roof, he could feel the unimpeded strong wind blowing in the same direction outside. This showed that his location was probably in a high-rise building that was not very conducive to escape but conducive to escape. On the terrain where they were guarding, they could also hear the faint, extra operating noise of the servo joints of the power armor that were not particularly well maintained.
There must be guards outside, and they are Astartes, but I don’t know what it has to do with him in the current environment. In short, judging from the signs just found indoors, 90% of them are Chaos Astartes. Tate has nothing to do with the false emperor's lackeys, unless some of these so-called loyalists also play devil summoning and witchcraft research.
Honso felt a little irritated.
Here he filled chemical fabric bags with stones, gravel and soil, or simply whole rocks of suitable size, and finally used some rough-woven wire mesh and frames to layer them together to create an extremely crude, in-house The Iron Warrior rummaged through the "room" that seemed to be only temporary, trying to find more clues and clues that could help him deduce the location and situation before leaving the room.
Then he realized that he could not find anything more, so he finally decorated his mechanical medical arm with a skull in the corner and some human skin, and then used a rusty piece of The chains and leather camouflaged his medical arm armor better than nothing. He took a deep breath and walked towards the door that looked the strongest and thickest in this room. ——————————
A natural environment that is completely inconsistent with common sense.
This can never be in a completely realistic universe.
This was Honso's first impression when he saw the outside.
As far as he knows, there is no planet in the real universe that can have a sky that displays scorching sunlight that can dry people, a pitch-black night sky with countless rotating colorful stars, all under the same sky. And a city on a mountain that simultaneously presents fragments of various distorted worlds that are blended together.
Former Potion Master, now war blacksmith suddenly realized that someone was looking at him.
He turned his head and found that the guards at the door were two warriors wearing ancient Terminator power armor. His eyes happened to meet their helmet eyepieces shining with scarlet light.
The heavy metal of the Indomitable Terminators covered their bodies, with two huge fangs extending forward from both helmets, and they held barbed spears in their hands. , standing like two huge and dusty statues at the door of the simple house he just walked out of.
They were obviously full of doubts about Hong Suo coming out of this room, but they did not choose to stop or attack him immediately, nor did they rashly ask him.
Then, it is very likely that this is a guard or a sentry, not a guard.
If there are two Terminator guards standing guard for him, then his status in this camp must be quite high, maybe even as high as he was before he miraculously made the decision to board the Iron Blood that day , is a war blacksmith here.
His heart became even colder, and he resisted the habit of nodding and greeting people that he had just developed on the Iron Blood, and temporarily deleted them from the list of habits.
Then he was attracted by the sound of the flag hunting in the wind. Honso looked up and felt that half of his heart became excited and hot, and half of it became as cold as ice: a flag with a black and gray background and a center It has yellow and black stripes, and the top pattern is a silver grinning skull mask with bared teeth and two black eye sockets staring at the viewer with malice toward the world.
Wait.
What is going on? He's in the Iron Warriors' camp, but these guys obviously haven't received his father's blessings. He visually checked the Terminator's height, and then looked further away. He could see some figures on the defense wall composed of the same simple earth and stone woven bags and iron nets: shorter than himself, but very strong and stocky. The figure was wearing an ancient and dilapidated Mark IV, III, or even Type II power armor pieced together from various parts. It seemed that he was patrolling back and forth or on sentry duty.
Okay, then, at least here are all Chaos Iron Warriors, which is pretty good. He is no stranger to dealing with these old guys.
He pretended to stroll forward for a while without anyone coming to stop or question him.
There were several groups of Iron Warriors passing by in a hurry. When they saw him, they all clenched their hands into fists and placed them in front of their breastplates, paying him the courtesy of a war blacksmith.
Very good, so far he has not seen a second person with a higher status than himself, and the number of people this camp can accommodate is limited. When he walked half a circle, he was already sure that he should be this group of Iron Warriors and The owner of this camp.
But why? If this was the consequence of not boarding the Iron Blood at that time, then why did he show up here instead of waiting for the Kallan-Gol Fortress on Medrengard? On a strange planet he'd never heard of?
A burst of broken voices attracted him. He asked an Iron Warrior to go away, and climbed onto the guard tower on one side of the defensive wall, heading towards the huge, environmentally friendly tower far away from their camp. A view of ever-changing mountain peaks.
There is a huge fortress at the top, like a giant crown made of black rocks and gray rocks. It sits at the highest point, looking down at all the buildings and creatures under its feet. It was carved entirely out of the rock of the entire mountain, with the entire head of the mountain hollowed out in order to be reshaped into such a huge palace-fortress.
Defensive walls, parapets and shooting holes built along the mountain, as well as fortresses that seemed to grow out of the rock and whose angles were calculated to accurately kill the enemy, occupied the upper half of the entire peak and circled The barbed wire fence is like an endless dragon's spine, claws and teeth, seeking to devour people on every road leading to the palace's huge, iron-thorn-like fortress outer wall.
There are also many defensive weapons it is equipped with. Due to the scarcity of resources in Medrengard, even during the reign of Falk, the prosperous Karan-Gol never had such a powerful and terrifying series of weapons. Obviously there must be a void shield here, but it has not been opened yet.
A large number of charged defense turrets with huge caliber surround this fortress palace. The turret is equipped with more than one gun that can shoot down the largest ships except the Iron Blood and crush any ship that dares to attack. The cannon of the naval fleet here.
Looking at such a majestic and strong fortress, a certain passion from the blood of the Iron Warriors surged in Honso's chest for a moment.
He stopped for a moment and looked at the structure of the entire fortress and the mountain city below, as well as the winding stairs and the rugged promontories, mountains and bays that extended out.
Although there is not even sea water in the normal sense.
But these nouns can still give any creature related to humans the ability to understand the concepts of the corresponding objects they describe. It's amazing, he thought.
This planet in the vortex of chaos certainly has no comparison with Ancient Terra. But these words to describe terrains are still used on planets with humans thousands or even tens of thousands of light years away to describe the terrains in human cognitive concepts on alien surfaces.
He paused for a while, and an intuition drove him. He decided to go out of the gate and visit the huge and winding mountain city at the foot of the palace.
(End of this chapter)