Chapter 481 Huron can do it, so can I (4K5)


Chapter 481: Huron can do it, so can I (4K5)

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Hong Suo is both happy and worried now.

Such a situation rarely happened to this half-blood Astartes.

A man like him was born in Fabius's experiment and became the last sample to survive by chance in a row of reagent bottles. He was rescued by Lucius, and in the end he could even be killed by Steel. The warriors took him in, and not only did he not die in the following centuries, but he could serve as both the war blacksmith of the Iron Warriors and the chief apothecary of a Primarch - more popularly speaking, quite A thirty-year-old mortal youth who was thrown onto the battlefield without any education became the leader of a whole gang of unjust super soldiers and a genius genetic and biological engineer with only the fragmented memories in his mind. A scientist, and he switches smoothly between the two identities - it seems that treating other people as external objects that do not require emotional investment and properly eliminating the influence of emotions in thinking and decision-making are obviously one of the secrets of his survival.

Therefore, his attitude of pacing back and forth now fully illustrates his inner conflict:

The happy thing is that they got the exact news about their father from Grendel, and it is most likely the same as he remembered. Merciful and perfect Father! He clenched his fist and waved it hard in the air. And the information Grendel brought him about Soltarn having integrated Medlengard was also a good thing - at least if he really couldn't do it, to say the least, he could still return to Medlengard and fight with the Second Army. When the company commanders join together, they won't end up on both sides of the Empire and Chaos. Although Hong Suo is absolutely sure that he can survive alone, what's the use of just surviving? He wants to prove that he is no worse than any so-called "pure-blooded" Astartes! No worse than any Iron Warrior! His seed is cunning and powerful, possessing all the best qualities of a descendant of Perturabo!

What is worrying is that, first of all, there are obvious problems in Grendel's narrative. The champion cannot be sure how many warp storms he ate while riding on the ship after being captured, because the ship that captured him The pirate warships were originally subspace engines that were hastily started. Their navigator was even an orc, and the navigation was completely guessing. According to the research of Honso and Vannas, they believe that since the soul and body travel, the time and space dislocation is very likely to exist. Therefore, if they leave here rashly now, will it lead to the return to the completely real universe? Can't find the new Medlengard after the integration of Soltarn? After all, here, the Great Maelstrom is as far as half a galaxy away from the Eye of Terror in a straight line in the plane system - this means that the distance is at least tens of thousands of light years and the uncontrollability of multiple subspace voyages, and They only have one chance to place their bet.

“Although there is definitely some time difference from the time when we can find our father, I don’t think the time difference is too big.”

Honso straightened up from the table , announced.

Grendel obtained the position of chief security officer of the camp after passing some mysterious quick verification, and now he is patrolling outside. It may also be because he also claimed that there are too many words in the books and scrolls here. He looks at it and gets a headache, which is not good for recovery. , it is better to pick up the ax and go around for good health recovery.

Wannas and Honso are immersed in studying what point in time they are now, so that they can better formulate plans to decide what their next move will be and how large it will be. action.

"Look." He picked up a roll of old blood-stained paper scrawled with gossip about the Blackheart King Huron's past. "This mentions the Star Claw Chapter's battle on Badar. The exact year when the Palace of Thorns on the cloth was defeated and fled into the Maelstrom - it's really rare."

"Are you sure this is the correct year?" Vanus frowned, "Disciples of the Corpse Emperor. They always like to tamper with historical records for some personal reasons that they think are necessary or for so-called pious purposes. And my experience of being expelled from the Chapter tells me that even in a Chapter as old as my original Chapter. The records kept in the fortress are not entirely reliable."

"This document is an original record, coming from a clerk who had previously served Huron's allies and should not have been copied. The Empire had tampered with it. It was included as a bookmark in another codex describing how to praise the True God of Darkness and summon the names of all their followers. "The unfortunate guy didn't finish the book." With a raised eyebrow, Honsou raised the book in his hand. There was a hole pierced through the book by some kind of slender weapon or claw, which also explained the source of the blood on the note.

"Okay. How many years is the difference?"

"In my memory, before that weird subspace storm blew up, the last time I was on the Destiny Steel, I was talking to several people. His noble Highness was drinking tea and chatting about some anecdotes (sighing with regret). So there should be no problem with the log time recorded by my built-in recorder at that time. That was the 999th year of the 41st millennium. And this note said that 'it is the summer of 912.M41' and the recorder heard that the warriors of the Corpse King launched the final attack on the Palace of Thorns. It seems that it took Huron more time to manage this place so prosperously than I expected. It's even shorter."

"The 'Black Heart King' is indeed very skillful," Vanus nodded, "From the beginning to the end, it may be in the outer real universe from the establishment of New Badab. It's just that decades have passed, which is not a long time difference in interstellar travel. It seems that the several subspace storms Grendel encountered caused his time to drift - in the Eye of Terror It is meaningless to discuss the time scale within the Maelstrom. Perhaps two Astartes on the same ship can perceive time differently by a hundred years. However, even if we go to the real universe now, we will wait a few decades. It will naturally advance to the last year of the 41st millennium, and our life span is enough to support it, so what next?"

"Since Huron can do all this in a few decades," War A smile appeared on the blacksmith's face, "Huron can do it, and so can I. Undoubtedly, by making good use of the gifts from my father and your highnesses, I can accomplish something extraordinary, and the mood of these fathers and mine are different." The qualifications will definitely be of great benefit. Vanus, I want to stay here to do some things, and then go to the Obscure Star Territory to meet my father after the Great Rift opens. In this way, the timeline can be taken over perfectly, and we don’t need to think too much about it. Any question of time paradox.”

Wannas was about to agree, but he caught a glimpse of the deep ambition reflected in Honso’s eyes. From a certain angle, it looks like his eyes, which he inherited from the Iron Warriors, even have a very faint hint of cornflower blue pigment.

For a moment the Son of Krax's hair stood on end: part of the warsmith who had once so coldly counted everyone and everything around him and himself as a perfectly rational resource seemed to come to life in the soul of the Astartes before him.

"Uh, Honso, I've been meaning to ask since the beginning." Adalic spoke cautiously.

And when the war blacksmith turned his face sideways, he looked so professional, cold, arrogant and confident again.

“What?”

“Why are you so confident that you will be able to achieve a feat not lost to Huron? Even the leader of the Black Legion, the great plunderer Abaddon, cannot ignore Huron. Huron, and he is ten thousand years older than Huron.”

"This sounds very much like a hint that Abaddon is not good. Vanus, has anyone ever told you that your crow's beak sometimes looks like an alien with pointed ears?"

"Not really, but I may indeed deal with them a little too much sometimes."

"Don't deal with them as much," Honso reminded. "The ones here are the Dark Ada pirates, and the place they live in is called Ko. Moro, there is a kind of guy in the Dark Elda called the 'Haemore', and you don't want to be captured and become their experiment."

"I'm just saying that. "I heard, why do you know so much about the alien race?"

"The professionalism of a chief pharmacist of the original body," Hongsuo added, "I think these guys have average taste and are better than any other spirit." The tribes should be used as experimental materials, but some of their practical examples of operations can still provide a lot of ideas for future generations and reduce experimental time. I really miss Master Ma'atla's salon and his magical library. , it’s so convenient to find any books there.”

"Speaking of this..."

Wannas's words were interrupted by the sound of hurried footsteps and the subsequent knock on the door.

"What's the matter?! Come in!" Grendel strode into the room, "There are a group of people who want to die outside."

He said briefly .

"Is it worth your hurry to come here?"

"Oh. It's not worth it for those people who were blinded by blood and died." The Iron Warriors champion replied, his ax was not even stained with much blood , "I don't even hesitate to send them on their way myself. This is too boring. These cultists don't want to go back alive. They come to sacrifice themselves for their gods and masters. Why should I waste my energy to help them? Although I have The darkness caused by witchcraft helped them, but it was of no use. They were all reduced to a puddle of flesh at the door by the cross-fire network guarded on the wall, where blood flowed everywhere."

" A cultist from the God's sect?" Honso and Vannas exchanged glances, and the son of Clarks spoke, "I guess it was brought by the champion of Pushtok Uluvente's warband. This is a way of declaring war. Uruwente himself is a loyal believer in the Eightfold Way of Killing, and so are his warbands and mortals."

"Okay, although I don't see this action as anything other than wasteful. What other benefits are there besides their own human resources and making their gods happy? "

"A messenger came just after I ordered them to die. Not long after everything was broken into pieces." Grendel smacked his lips, "It's as if he had been waiting for this moment for a long time and needed to be particularly dramatic and impressive to the visitors. .”

"Being able to see this means that your brain...well, your body has indeed recovered well, Kadalasi. Congratulations." Honso looked at his champion, while writing this observation log in his own memo, and decided Next time, he will mix some injection solution into the veteran's potion to see if the experimental materials will develop more in the direction he wants.

The latter shrugged upon hearing this, "Then do you want to see this mortal? Or let me bring him in?"

"No." Honso said, "Let us go out. Meet this messenger. I can probably guess who he comes for."

After a while, they saw the messenger at the open gate that smelled of blood.

Slightly to their surprise, this messenger was not only not a Chaos Astartes, nor even any physically enhanced human or mutant, but just a scribe wearing a shabby A thin mortal in military robes, the ebony box he holds is decorated with golden thorns, indicating that he and the documents inside do indeed represent the will of the Blackheart King, and nothing else.

"It seems that the owner of the palace does not take us and our possessions to heart, and is also extremely confident in his own power and strength."

"In New Badab, he has this contempt Capital.”

If the Warsmith was unconvinced on this point, he didn’t show it.

In the distance that the messenger's naked eyes can see, he has adjusted the subtle muscle expressions on his face to make them look more in line with his current character setting: a man who is eager to find The new war blacksmith of the Iron Warrior, who has the opportunity to prove himself, is ambitious, but has a slight hidden insecurity about his own strength, is calm, bold and careful, but has a sense of all-or-nothing.

He took out the letter paper from the wooden box, but he could hardly help but smile: it was not a piece of human skin paper that can be seen everywhere here, nor was it the parchment paper that the empire loved to use for writing official documents, it was a piece of paper used to write official documents. The most common administrative document is a plain white paper with a few lines of words written on it.

Honso read the ten lines at a glance, then nodded and ordered Grendel to guard the camp while they left for the palace. Then he asked Vannas to join him and set off with the envoy who led the way.

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Although this mountain peak and the crown-like palace and fortress above it seem to be very close at first glance, in fact, if you measure it with your legs, Vertical climbing distances are often far greater than people imagine.

Although they are mortals and extremely skinny, they all found that the messenger's speed was not slower than those who had been genetically modified and strengthened and wore power armor. He walked up step by step, so skillful and Walk dexterously on any unprotected slippery steps carved out of stone on the edge of an abyss, or on an iron chain bridge swaying in the high-altitude fog, or on those dangerous, dangerous steps that you are about to cross. A large area covered with barbed trench wire suddenly led them into an inconspicuous tunnel, and then emerged from the other side.

They climbed and climbed. Hong Suo thought that he had climbed to a height that was difficult for ordinary people to reach, and had walked through at least three winding mountain roads, three angle tunnels and three rope bridges, but the scribe who led the way The officer still walked quickly in his simple strappy sandals.

The blood carried in Honso's genes is boiling in his veins. In the eyes of outsiders, this palace may only be tall, huge and gorgeous, and at most they will only admire the terrifyingness of those defensive turrets. But in Honso's eyes, The designers of this palace and fortress exercised the greatest malice toward others that an architect can achieve, from a different direction than their father.

This is no longer built for pure enemy killing or defense needs. This palace reflects part of its owner - who specifically designed it to need to climb such a steep, slippery and long road without handrails? ladder! ! ! ! It's simply full of malice and intimidation! Hong Suo felt that if he continued to climb in circles like this, he might not be able to control his expression well when he came to the audience.

Fortunately, when they climbed higher and higher and were about to approach the top, the clouds and mist surrounding the bottom of the mountain dispersed for a while. When Hong Suo looked down, he saw many, many glittering lights. The glowing bonfires and lights are like large and small pearls surrounding the neck of the mountain. Bonfires, life, and human beings mean countless people and the possibilities behind them.

Honso stayed on the last platform for a few seconds, chewing what was delivered to him from the human firelight below the mountain, and then realized that this new experience made him full of power.

(End of this chapter)

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