Chapter 478 The Second Man (4K5)
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(Warning: This chapter contains a lot of gossip)-
Honso is now strolling through the declaration of the ruler of this place. Under the palace of his lofty authority and his unabashed cold malice towards the entire universe.
When he looked at this place from the camp he walked out of before, the impression was still different from actually walking in this mountain city - he later discovered that the "Hong Suo" he replaced was not in the camp. They put too much thought into the building materials, but directly chose to build the camp on a promontory with cliffs on three sides far away from the main mountain peak. It was safer and easier to defend but not close to the core, showing the caution of a first-timer— —It sounds like something he would do, he thought.
His shiny ceramic boots stepped on the winding, crowded, noisy and steep steps of the mountain city. The sides of these steps were mixed with dirt and dust left by countless years and races, but the center of the steps was because of It looks much cleaner and smoother after being repeatedly stepped on by people who come and go frequently.
Obviously, even among Chaos Lords, there is a huge upper and lower limit on the management ability of each Lord.
The lords here obviously have no problem with allowing alien and mutant mercenaries and prostitutes, thieves, liars, robbers, and murderers to fill the streets here, given that this place provides a place for all those who believe in Chaos. At least it was a decent-looking trading area with certain rules. This alone allowed commerce to spontaneously grow immediately. Commercial and service facilities really prospered under this loose management. There is a dock here. , mobile vendors, mission areas, fighting cages, trade areas and bar areas, it can be said that it is half a paradise in a place where chaos gathers.
He raised his head, and in the sky he could see countless large and small transport boats and void ships higher up, coming and going, as busy as the swarms of bees that brought honey here. .
Compared with the noise and crowds here, Medlengard was so desolate and terrifying that Honso felt like a bumpkin little lord who had just come to the city from the border countryside, but fortunately he was also proud of it. He thought that all the things here together were not worthy of licking a toe for his father and his father's iron-blooded horn, which suppressed the trace of nameless anger he had just aroused.
When the anger that made him want to kill an alien prostitute who was flirting with him on the side of the road was suppressed by the thought of the Iron Blood and the lazy warmth brought by his father, Honso was keenly aware that in this company, In a mountain city where the sky is full of chaos, the influence of the dark power is open and ubiquitous.
Anyone who cannot calmly balance his emotions and reveals a gap in his emotional shell will be immediately taken advantage of, and an originally inconspicuous inner curse in a soul will quickly evolve into bloodshed and murder. This behavior may be the beginning of a huge conspiracy.
The specific performance depends on which power has more eyes on it.
For this reason, apart from slaves and fanatics, the lost humans here range from Astartes who still bear various insignias of fighting for the Emperor, to those wearing shabby Imperial Guard uniforms. Mortals, all kinds of adventurers and mercenaries who have not lost their minds have eyes that look like hungry wolves.
Obviously, the blessings received by the lord here come from many gods, otherwise it would be impossible to explain the colorful species ecology and the different temptations he feels here, and besides, it is only Worlds dedicated to a single god often have very conspicuous characteristics of the dark power they worship. For example, those worlds favored by Slaanesh are very different from those that pray for the arrival of Nurgle. They are easy to distinguish from each other.
Although Medlengard is known as undivided chaos, on the contrary - something seemed to flash in Honso's mind. He wanted to catch it, but unfortunately he failed, so he had to put this unimportant doubt aside. Put it aside and think about it again.
As for when and where this place was, who was the lord in that palace, and whether there were other rulers - before he walked out of the camp, he had already asked some indirect questions from the Iron Warriors under his command. Intelligence that would not lead to suspicion that he had changed his shell (although they all seemed confused as to why his armor suddenly looked so brand new and complete), including but not limited to:
First of all, he, War Blacksmith Hong Suo is still the master of Kallan-Gol Fortress. Judging from their words, it seems that this "Honso" did not happen in the time when "The Lord of Steel left the palace and then the Iron-Blooded suddenly took the selected The Iron Warriors escaped the Eye of Terror" event.
Secondly, he finally asked where they were. It was indeed not the Eye of Terror, but it was indeed in an equally ancient and huge subspace storm: the Maelstrom.
As a large subspace anomaly that has existed permanently and stably in the center of the galaxy before the emergence of humans, and has been explored many times in the past, and can fly away and enter at will in a dangerous but arbitrary way, the large subspace anomaly is It is possible that the vortex is entirely a phenomenon arising from the natural development of the universe.
In other words, although it also possesses the evil and polluting properties of a subspace storm, its degree is slightly more "mild" than that of the Eye of Terror, and due to its "stability" and dense material accumulation compared to other large subspace storms Mass, at any time there will be no less than thirty green-skinned orc marauding warbands, Dark Eldar pirate pocket kingdoms, pirate groups formed by human exiles or lost people in this area of hundreds of light years. activities in the whirlpool of the star field, of course, the ancient heretical traitors are also indispensable.
Based on Honso's limited life and the little information he learned in the Eye of Terror on the other side of the galaxy, there is a large and well-run Chaos warband, and the "Red Pirates" warband is located here. , and this was the time when their master was holding the "Skull Harvest" feast. The original "Honso" was allowed to enter this area as a Skull Harvest contestant and had the right to establish a camp. .
So, it’s easy to tell who is the lord of this place: the tyrant of Badab, the former guardian of the Maelstrom, the original chapter leader of the Star Claw Chapter, and the current Lord of the Red Pirates, the "Blackheart King" "Huron.
After learning the news, Hong Suo felt relieved - unlike some legions or Chaos Warmasters that he did not trust, the reputation of the "Black Hearted King" was in the hands of a calm man like Hong Suo. It seems to be much more reliable to onlookers - although Chaos itself is unreliable, knowing that this is Huron's royal city means that he can at least hang around for a short period of time to continue to collect intelligence and decide on the next plan.
Then, not only do they have dozens of people stationed here, but the Iron Warriors came in an ancient battleship, which is now waiting for him in the orbit of this planet, that is to say In fact, Hongsuo now had the first option before him: to announce at this moment that he had suddenly received some kind of revelation or remembered that there was something unfinished, and immediately returned to the war with his men. (Warbreed) and grease his feet before any trouble or characters start to come to him.
But obviously, this kind of thing that is so close to running away in the face of battle cannot be done in a group of Chaos Iron Warriors, especially when you are still a hybrid war blacksmith with half Imperial Fist blood, rather than a respected person who can fight against The First Company of the Imperial Fists and their company commander were also "pointing their fingers" and "taking their heart and soul" to the Iron-Blooded Pharmacy Master.
He has no doubt that if he really declares and executes it, even if he can well explain it as "this is a tactical retreat", his already precarious authority and leadership status will be more threatened. Questioning, this would put him in an extremely disadvantageous position when he was on a void ship, or he would be shot in the back before flying out of the maelstrom.
Especially when he asked which cronies he had brought this time, the other party's answer only included one name, and the person represented by this name made him deeply uneasy - if it was true The soldier he knew on the Iron Blood, so no matter what situation he was in at this moment, he should have been in the camp when Honso woke up, instead of not seeing half of this man when he wandered out. a shadow. There is something wrong here, but he still doesn't know what the specific problem is.
What's more, based on the weapons and equipment of the entire camp, he deduced that their ships were in average condition, and regardless of the quality of the supplies they carried, the quantity must be quite bad, and they were not friendly to supporting long-distance navigation.
Suddenly, the strong sense of contrast and doubt came to Hongsuo's mind again: Since everything on the Iron-Blooded Ship, currently called the Destiny Steel, can be so powerful, orderly and beautiful, then in this "Hongsuo" "In the world where we live, is the Iron Blood actually very powerful?
He stopped in front of a bar on the roadside and thought.
The abilities and things displayed by his genetic father on the Destiny Steel were definitely more than what he saw. The equipment on his body alone and everything he could experience in that place were beyond comparison. It exceeds the technological level of any place in the current universe, and the control of the power of chaos is even very stable.
He suddenly realized where his long-standing resentment came from: Honso had always had a vague intuition, and it was especially clear at this moment.
As long as Perturabo is willing, he can lead the Iron Warriors to conquer more worlds, penetrate more imperial defenses, and enable warriors like Honso to follow him and create more great achievements. Realize your worth and prove that you are as good, as strong, as cunning and as tenacious as any Olympian or Terran Iron Warrior. In just one day, he had no doubt that if he used all his strength, in just one day, his father would be able to lead his descendants from the other side of the galaxy to Terra and tear down all the defenses and walls in front of him - in the empire Having lost Rogal Dorn and the other Primarchs, and having continued to decay for ten thousand years, as long as Perturabo is willing to reunite the Fourth Legion and vent his resentment on the Empire for all the unfair treatment he has suffered, He could do it, no one, none of them could really stop him.
But he didn't do that, he just stayed there, alone, for ten thousand years.
A strong emotion of sadness, resentment and anger suddenly occupied Hong Suo.
Look, look at what happened to Perturabo in the end when he believed the lies of all those who betrayed him and even his brothers, and sacrificed everything for his trust, and lived in isolation!
His father was trapped in a palace on a lifeless dead planet, imprisoned for ten thousand years by his own unspeakable pain and nowhere-to-go resentment!
So, if this was one of the purposes of Providence in sending him here, to free the Lord of Steel, his father, from this final bondage, it would take Honso Before then, if you can complete the great feat of turning the sun and the moon upside down, turning the whirlpool of the galaxy upside down, and millions or even hundreds of millions of living beings may die for it, you can gain enough power——
Potion master or war blacksmith, grinning in the shadow cast by the black-hearted king Huron's powerful fortress palace like a crown: Then let this happen.
First of all -
"Hey!" A harsh voice sounded from behind him, "You are blocking the road! You have to pay for this with your blood!"
The War Blacksmith came back to his senses and found that he was indeed standing on the side of the bar door. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the person in front of him.
Obviously, saying that Hong Suo was blocking the way was just an excuse for the soldier to prepare for the kill.
The visitor wore mainly black battle armor, with yellow occupying the main part of his torso. The ancient glory mark awarded by the emperor was damaged but still hanging on his body, and the crossed twin scythes were still looming on his shoulder armor.
But Honso immediately understood at the first glance that the soul of this once loyal warrior had been lost in killing and fighting, and was being gnawed by the Blood God here.
His black and yellow battle armor was like a dark red battle robe, spattered with the blood of the murdered. His face was hidden by the helmet, but two fangs grew from under it. It stretched out from the ground, and it was difficult for ordinary people to determine whether they were connected to living organisms. However, Hongsuo's biological goggles immediately told him that this was a tooth mutation in the form of a dog-like demon, and what made him think the most was that this person was hopeless. It's the mark branded on the forehead of that helmet. The red skull and eight-pointed star are eye-catching.
The person who came was holding an ax that was still dripping with sticky blood. His growl sounded like a harsh roar, "I am the servant of the Skeleton Throne, Warsok Dar, report to you. name, you polished coward, and I will sacrifice your head to my master!"
"Oh. Scythe of the Emperor," Honso said politely. Replied, "You hate bugs, I can understand that, I heard your Chapter and home world have been eaten up by the Hive Fleet. But here you are, obviously, there is still an Emperor's Scythe alive. It's amazing. What a surprise, what a pity.”
The former Potion Master smacked his lips.
"But perhaps the contaminated samples also have their collection value and are worth a try."
"Stop talking nonsense! Hand over your skull!" Dar snapped, his ax starting with The blazing speed of Khorne's beloved warriors without losing any strength slashed at the Warsmith, who didn't even seem to be carrying any melee weapons.
The Iron Warrior didn't even dodge or move. He raised his arm and firmly grasped the ax blade that was coming towards him.
The servo of the customized power armor whined softly, and the power supply level of the reactor increased slightly. People in the bar and on the roadside looked up from their plots of revenge, murder and destruction. The excitement of seeing blood turned into a murmur of surprise.
The decapitating ax blessed by the Blood God began to spread from the part that came into contact with Hong Suo's palm like a drop of acidic lye, losing its dark red luster like smoldering coal, and soon turned into an ordinary axe. Weapon, Darl made a sound similar to shock, "This power, you are His..."
"No, I am definitely not a servant of the false emperor."
Honso smiled. , you can do a lot of things at such a close distance, such as pulling out a pistol and blowing away half of the opponent's head with one shot, and then reaching into the exposed flesh and blood to take out his gene seeds.
This last behavior made many onlookers who paid attention to him frown, but some people understood it very well.
After he got up from the corpse and put the two aberrant gene seeds into bottles for preservation, he turned to a corner aside.
"How long do you plan to watch the show?"
(End of this chapter)