Chapter 480 The Third
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The city at the foot of Badab’s tyrant’s palace is “bigger” than it looks and estimates.
Hongsuo thought this way as they walked along the winding mountain road steps and down the countless platforms that were suddenly cut out of the mountainside.
Vanus was walking beside Honso. The son of Krax now had his hair combed into a braid that towered over his head, with two bone hairpin daggers carved by the Eldar inserted into it. His skin was stretched taut by his scalp, making his chin look paler and thinner. Now there was a smile on his thin lips.
"Not used to this kind of maze? Feeling dizzy? It's easy for you to come here for the first time, but that's what the underground paddock is like."
"I'm just surprised what else is needed in a lawless place like the inside of the maelstrom. 'Underground' paddock facility. Even if there's a man in charge here," Honso commented tartly, "Besides, I have a good piece of life advice."
"What?"
“You should never, never, say, ‘Are you dizzy from the maze’ when chatting with any of the Iron Warriors?”
“Oh. Okay.” Purple-eyed Murkrow The guard shrugged, "But the space here..." he pointed out.
"There is a certain element of witchcraft, and there is also a not subtle but very thoughtful use of folding and staggered space curtains. The two ends of the corridor we just passed connect the two ends that are far apart, right?"
"Indeed." Vanus nodded, the ends of his long black hair swaying beside his cheeks as his head moved.
"...You really look like a Dark Eldar pirate now, and it's almost invisible that you are wearing a black power armor. I said, is it necessary?"
" It's necessary." Adalic turned the front of his face to Honsou, who saw a light white-gold halo in his purple irises, like a golden ring at the time of the solar eclipse, and then the war blacksmith was surprised. After raising his eyebrows, he blinked again and the golden ring disappeared.
“Many people here who knew me before are still alive. I wanted to draw a symbol of the Dark Prince’s followers on my face, which would make it easier to fool them, but I found that I couldn’t draw it.”
"Can't draw it?" Hong Suo narrowed his eyes, "Why don't you come to me, I'll be happy to use a needle to tattoo it on your face."
"Do you think I haven't tried hard enough? ?" The former Raven Guard shrugged, "But they were quickly healed by the skin's self-healing function, and the pigment was discharged and disappeared with one touch."
"Theoretically, the skin of the Space Marines can. Tattooed, I remember you had a Chapter tattoo on your deltoid, so is it still there?" Honso asked.
“Thank you for your concern, Hong Suo. My tattoo is still in the same place. This is the most obvious difference from the original body in my memory. It is also the reason why I am sure that I did not accidentally smell any leaf cigarettes. It’s because I was suffering from hysteria or accidentally consumed more than the amount of combat potion I calculated.”
Vanes muttered, “But I can’t add any other tattoos to my body. Whether temporary or pierced into the flesh, none of the symbols of the four beings of the highest heaven will do, not even the two-headed eagle.”
"Then you should serve my father honestly." Honso pointed out rather sourly, "This is your honor, Adalic Vannas, all truth belongs to him like steel, obey or die (Obeyordie) can only choose one or the other. "
"Obey or die." Vanus nodded slightly and raised a hand to gesture to his companions, "We are here. The underground enclosure of the New Badab King City”
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The unique smell of oxygen-rich blood of the genetically modified Astartes comes from eleven different sources. individual.
Ten individuals have just died, and the time of death did not exceed forty minutes.
That was the first thing Honso's exclusive power armor told him.
Then his power armor, which was actually used for medical purposes, began desperately sending large amounts of data to his extra data receiving port - as the de facto pharmacist-in-charge and chief medical officer of the Destiny Steel, he ( After checking the regulations and finding that there were no regulations, he modified the carapace neural interface on his body. Of course, it was not yet to the extent that he could fully master and change the black carapace, a wonderful bioengineering directed product, but as a Nefabius ·An apothecary who was inspired by Beyer's work and trained on the Iron Warriors and Imperial Fists. He undoubtedly has extremely high intuitive talents.
So even though he is not wearing a helmet now, his power armor still feeds back more details to him based on the data obtained from his own enhanced senses.
He narrowed his eyes and strode forward impatiently while Vanas was still negotiating with the gatekeeper, leaving his companions to rush to follow him after dealing with the gatekeeper.
“What’s wrong?”
"It's the blood of the Iron Warriors. Some of the subspace energy marks are worth noting, and." Hongsuo squinted his eyes, and segments of data analysis flowed on the retina deep in his iris. "The analysis showed a large amount of bleeding and the end of a powerful hormone." ...The last one is about to die."
Vanes cursed viciously, "I knew the alien couldn't be trusted! That pirate slave owner, she gave me enough time! "Yes! I told her that I liked this batch of goods!"
Honso did not intend to accuse Vannes of not acting proactively and quickly on this matter, after all, the Raven Guard could not have acted in the past few days! Knowing that a brand new Honso would come to replace the original war blacksmith, and with Vannas acting alone, even if he bought these Iron Warriors, he would not be able to take them away or have in-depth conversations with them.
So Honso just strode forward, roughly pushing aside a swordsman wearing a full-covering leather mask and tight leather-like armor, and then pushed aside several strong aliens. Before turning his head, he grinned and exposed his sharp teeth to see who was so bold, but was cut open by a palm covered with ceramic steel and with a thin and fine monomolecule cutter on the surface. The skin of the stone armor ripped out the throat or trachea of one of the beasts, whatever it was, and then they wisely made way for the war blacksmith who looked expressionless but actually looked like an unsheathed scalpel. the road. "Oh. Vannas, my dear, when did you come back? Why didn't you come to me?" A swordsman with both male strength and female grace swayed his plump hips and swam gracefully like a snake. Go to Vannas who is following Honso. "What are you doing for a living these days? Little crow? Those cute symbols of the Prince of Darkness are gone from your face, which makes it look a bit too plain and monotonous. - Is that your new employer in front of you?"
The swordsman stuck out his bright red tongue and licked his plump lips and the black leather mask covering his face. "He seems to be a very ruthless person who is proficient in cruel skills - are you interested in introducing him to me?"
"Don't mess with him." The former Raven Guard just left this warning and hurried away, leaving the thoughtful swordsman behind.
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When Honso rushed to the front of the crowd watching the underground slave wrestling, he happened to see the last person standing on the field. The hell beast roared and was about to step on the broken and bloodied breastplate of Kadarath Grendel with its deformed, twisted feet made of flesh and metal.
"Stop it." Words as cold as ice came out of the war blacksmith's mouth. Although the audience members who were closer to him were trembling with fear and nervous, they still showed twisted smiles: Telling a mad and attacking hellbeast to stop is so presumptuous, who does he think he is -
The Gene Eradicator's liquid-containing bullet accurately hit the walking claw raised by the hell beast, and then all the spectators watched helplessly as all the components of flesh and blood were decomposed, the proteins were hydrolyzed, and the DNA strands were loosened. , flesh, flesh, and nerves were reduced to original life substances, and the metal and inanimate beings linked and parasitized by them roared and melted like snow in the sun, turning into a strange and bright orange color.
There was a moment of silence outside the noisy Octagon, and then the audience and the operators here screamed in surprise, scrambling to escape towards various exits - generally speaking, ammunition with this effect They and their users are all notorious for "eradicating" any living creature present, and now the effect of Honsou's gene eradicator is very similar to that of some of them that have a particularly bad reputation, such as a certain person who frequently engages in A war gang that believed in a loving father and was exterminated by tens of billions.
Grendel was lying on his back, looking in tatters, with half of his body broken, but he still used his only remaining arm to push away the remains of the hell beast covering his body.
Hong Suo calmly used the cutting circular saw on the medical servo arm to cut through the metal fence of the octagonal cage, walked in, and reached out to pull him up.
"Oh! Lord of Steel!" Grendel complained, and at the same time he turned his head and began to spit a mouthful of orange juice on the blood-stained sand, and then spit out another mouthful, "This smell It's so disgusting! Don't pull me! Half of my ribs collapsed when I killed the first two hell beasts! Leave half of it for me!"
"You can't die." The war blacksmith and master of apothecary began to skillfully perform battlefield first aid and bandage for him. "Go back with me and I will cure you, Kadarath Grendel. I just need you now."< br>
The former Berossus and the latter Toramino's commander of arms, chasing Grendel who unfortunately became a consumable in the underground arena, tilted his head and asked Vannes who came over to help him up. , "Is that Honso? Am I reading that right? Why is that guy here...? Are those inoperable?"
In the background, the drill bit on the pharmacist's armband was cutting open one by one. The ceramite breastplate, muscle layer and rib plates of the dead Iron Warriors then stretched out a special biological probe to "suck" their strange genetic seeds from deep in the chest.
"Who knows." Vannas shrugged at him, "Let's go back to the camp first." Grendel looked at him warily, and Vannas also looked at him carefully, although The influence of the Blood God is clearly visible, but Grendel does not have the feeling of being overwhelmed by killing that the Khorne Berserkers would have. He is like wearing a diving suit in a sea of blood. He is a killer through and through, and he also enjoys it. The killing is no longer under control. Something more definite has occupied the position of the Blood God at the top, forcing his nerves back to the strings of reason, and the God of War is helpless.
He blinked, and the white-gold rings in his eyes appeared again in the direction of sight that could only be seen by Grendel.
The Iron Warrior champion immediately showed an expression of realization and excitement, "It turns out! It's true! Everything the stone forger said is true! Haha! Steel lasts forever, and blood is just an expression of steel! It's true. !”
“It shouldn’t be so.” Hong Suo had already extracted all the contaminated gene seeds and walked to them, “How could you have any doubts?”
“Yes? I'm not right." Grendel immediately replied sincerely in the most gentle tone a believer in the way of war can make, "It's you who come here at this time, Honso, and you are a pharmacist. It’s enough for me to feel that the miracles told to us by the Stone Forger—no, the Ruler of the Earth—are all father’s truths.”
Honso and Vannas looked at each other.
"When did the Stoneforger get such a new name? Grendel, come back to the camp with us first. This is not the place to talk in detail. I think I have to hear your stories about these. ”
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So, before everyone returned to check the situation, a group of them hurriedly left the underground arena.
After re-entering Honso's private room, Grendel got better again (it was very painful, because a black-hearted potion master declared that anesthetic must be used on the blade, and Grendel's injury was still It was far from the point where he needed to be anesthetized. A true champion warrior of the Iron Warriors should be able to endure such pain - otherwise he would not even be as good as an Imperial Fist! Of course, Grendel immediately accepted the challenge! ), he was naked to the upper body, sitting on a large box, moving his shoulders and arms that had been shattered by the hell beast's blow.
"I must say, although it hurts so much that I want to kill you, it's a miracle that they are as good as when I was a young boy who just joined the company. When will you practice it? With such superb skills as a pharmacist?"
"Father's blessing" Honso didn't bother to explain more in this regard, but Grendel nodded and accepted the explanation very well and with admiration. .
"Holy! Steel within and without! Praise be to the great Perturabo!"
"Now tell us how you came here, and the others, Grendel." Honso's His eyes flashed, "I am also very interested in the Soltarn you mentioned. What happened? Tell me the news in Medlengard."
Keep the mohawk The short-haired Astartes nodded, "This matter begins when we suddenly learned that Soltarn began to integrate other small fortresses and factories..."
(End of Chapter)