Chapter 482 The Black-Hearted King will also be...
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When their stiff-muscle feet were finally allowed to enter the palace of the famous "Black-Hearted King", Hong Suo discovered I can understand why Wannas said "he has the capital".
Visitors first pass through a huge square before entering the palace and fortress itself, the structure of which seemed to the war blacksmith not so much a huge dome built on many pillars of a square , more like some kind of trophy display for the void ships that the Red Pirate King once slaughtered and destroyed.
The armor plates that form the metal dome at the top of the pillars are each different in material, painting and shape, but what they have in common is that they are all cut from the shells of different spaceships, and have been attacked and burned. Burnt or blackened by melting.
At the end of the square, there is a queue of warriors. Although this seems to be a behavior that attaches great importance to visitors and is polite and disciplined, what the Iron Warriors lack is not ancient traditions and various rules. "Look. It looks like the pomp that Toramino, the little aristocratic man who wants to turn his nose up to the sky and is afraid that others will look down on him, would like, but this disguise is even more impressive in the warrior atmosphere." Honso said with great force. A low voice said to Vannas.
"Stay away from me while you are using your witty wit in the palace of the ruler of New Badab, so that I can have time to activate my jetpack and walk away without any blood splattering on me." The reporter also answered with a voice as thin as a gnat, and repeatedly used his eyes to warn Hongsuo that there was an envoy leading the way ahead of them - and Vannas also knew that the defense of the War Blacksmith's power armor was a hundred higher than his current worn-out armor. More than orders of magnitude——Honso smiled and stopped talking.
As they continued to approach, they discovered that at least a hundred important figures were lined up on both sides of the only exit gate of this temple-like domed square that would amaze discerning visitors. Chaos Astartes in full armor.
These power armors can be considered well-maintained in Chaos, and their models and coatings are diverse, from the oldest Mark II type, which is still used by some Iron Warriors, to the rare Mark II There are eight types of parts.
Honso's medical auspicious device is following his gaze and starting to list a large amount of real medical screening data for him from his armor database index: Dark Angels, Night Lords, Blood Angels , Flesh Tearer, Iron Hands, Space Wolf, Salamander, Crimson Archon, Ah...
But what is surprising is that although these apparently carefully selected Chaos Space Marine pirates are almost all from the parent group loyal to the Empire, there is still no one among them who is from the Ultramarines Chapter. The sign that they all serve the Hurons is a dripping red X on top of their originally glorious chapter emblem.
It’s very interesting. I wonder if there are really no Ultramarines who have turned to Huron, or if Huron has always been very concerned about the rumors of the Star Claw gene seeds? Hong Suo thought as he hurriedly walked past the row of honor guards that showed the ability and dignity of the owner of this place. He didn't notice that his steps had an ease and naturalness that no warrior who had passed before him had.
Finally they entered the audience hall.
Honso's first reaction when entering this place was not "So we are not the only invited guests", but "Hell, does Huron really want to be an emperor so much?"
Here In the view of the war blacksmith, the building materials and forms of the halls are similar to those of the legendary Macragge and the most famous palaces on Holy Terra. Not to mention the artistic level of the sculptures and handicrafts, at least "everywhere is gold, gold." and gold." This is something I have learned 100%.
After walking forward for a while, Honso sighed: white and other colored marbles began to appear at the same time as gold. If you don't look at the symbols painted in the shadows, the smooth ground and rows of human fat would appear. Candles, lit incense burners, and servants in robes walking around make it difficult to tell where you are at this moment. Even the decoration here is quite "imperial".
Hundreds of battle flags loyal to the Blackheart King or war groups captured as trophies were hung high above the splendid hall and on the surrounding walls, swaying with the airflow coming from nowhere. The medical analyzer told him that there was a different smell of blood deeper here, and more ritual incense was ignited. It was not the consecrated products of the empire, but the completely opposite purpose.
But the majestic appearance of the smoke slowly lingering on the golden dome and the selected honor guards just seen really made Honso doubt what Huron's deepest desires were.
In other words, the ambitions of this tyrant who triggered the Badab War and fought with at least sixteen Astartes warbands may be better realized in a peaceful period - can Let him achieve his desired status through less obvious means of conflict - a naturally ambitious politician and governor, and the Space Marines may just be the side abilities brought to him by genetic modification surgery.
Honso feels that, at least for now, judging from the palace’s malicious and cunning exterior and such extravagant and flashy internal taste, the “king” in the two titles of Black-Hearted King or Tyrant may indeed have a certain influence on Lu. For Huron, it was an adjective rather than a status title.
When they saw the dense team, helmets with double horns, various swords, guns, swords and halberds, aliens and wizards gathered together into different teams and arranged around a huge Chaos Titan, Honso guessed their way. Man should finally have accomplished his mission.
According to the popular taste of the blacksmiths in Medlengard, if the Demon Titan appears, it will most likely be the throne room, so this place will probably not be an exception.
Honso noticed that in the entire hall, except for him and Vannas, other people or aliens had more or less chaos eight-pointed stars or similar symbols on their bodies to identify them. The object of his dark faith and devotion, and his disguise seems very perfunctory here.
But he didn't pay much attention. He led Vanas through the crowd of people talking in low voices like a spectator, trying to get to a position closer to the front.
The throne of the new Badab ruler is as luxurious as the interior of the palace. It is a work of art with rare normal materials in the chaos. It is carved from a single piece of agate to look like a king's throne entwined with thorns. It is complex and exquisite. , gorgeous and majestic, its size is far larger than the seat size required by an ordinary Astartes, even if a real His Highness sits on it, it will look perfect - Honso began to imagine that this throne might be washed clean It would also look great to be placed on the observation deck of the Ironblood's cafe - it is still empty, and the Blackheart King has not yet ascended to his throne.
This place now smells of fear, anxiety, ambition and lies.
"Hey. Be careful." Vannas's whisper passed through his ears, and the war blacksmith stood still and turned around slowly.
A warrior, a warrior who was unusually tall due to the chaos mutation and the blessing of the Blood God, was walking towards them. He was so huge that his body fell on Hong Suo's face. shadow.
His armor was covered with thick blood stains and mottled battle traces, and the original color could no longer be seen. The shoulder armor decoration on one side was made of a large number of bones, while the other side - the medical bird The fortune teller sent him a message of conflicting data - through the blood-stained bones, there seemed to be a symbol of an open fang biting a planet.
The war blacksmith narrowed his eyes, what's going on? Why does the World Eater still show up as "Heart of Steel" in his medical augury? Primarch Angron...Petra? How come he had never heard of two more Angrons?
The approaching warrior seemed increasingly angry at the silent indifference of this ungrateful creature, whose crown was shown to be an outer decoration made from the entire skull of an Orc warlord, and whose eyes were like those of a man. The lava formed by the hot blood stared at Hong Suo fiercely. His facial muscles twitched from time to time, showing that anger was trying to control the warrior's body and mind all the time. "I am Pushtok Uluvente, the butcher of the massacre on the planet Formond, the bloody storm in the night, the skull plunderer..."
Oh, Pu Shtok Uruwente, the favorite and disciple of the Blood God, the leader of the warband whose champion he killed. It seems that he was originally a warrior of the World Eaters, but he can still speak clearly and express logic. And thinking, rare and rare.
No wonder people say that he is a very promising seed player in this competition. It seems not only because he has won the Skull Harvest Feast competition more than once before. ——By the way, where is his Butcher’s Nail implanted? Is it not implanted? Or could it be hidden beneath this giant greenskin skull? If he stays still for a while, can he secretly scan it? I really want to see the structure of the Butcher Nail in active confrontation and the living brain combined with it...
The other party rattled off a series of frightening names and various curses and threats. The War Blacksmith just listened expressionlessly, and was considering whether this World Eater could be captured and used as a guinea pig for his Butcher's Nail separation surgery experiment. Oh, by the way, before that, he had to see if his gene seed was still there. Why does his genetic screening tag show the words "Heart of Steel" on his body? Strange, a sample worth studying...
"You! Is this contempt for me?! It seems that the blood I sent to your camp hasn't impressed you enough, right? Little Iron Warrior?!"
The other party roared, and the steaming heat and The smell of brass metal emanated from his body, making the smell of rotting flesh and blood in the gaps in his armor even more obvious.
"Oh, you sent those who came to die." Honso thought of the scene that Grendel created at the door earlier, evenly covered with flesh and blood residue, "Well... That does cause some trouble for our cleaning. If this is your purpose, I think it has been achieved."
This leader of the Blood God War Gang undoubtedly has abilities that are beyond ordinary people. His willpower was so strong that he actually just gritted his steel teeth instead of rushing forward to tear Honso to pieces with his ax and teeth - even though everyone could see that he was very, very, Very much want to do this.
But the fact that he was in front of the throne of the Black Heart King obviously stopped him, Pushtok roared, "I know, it's you! Honso! A bastard! You killed my warband champion!" You will pay for this in the next game! I will chop off your dirty and impure head and stick it in my shoulder!”
"Oh. I thought it would be used as a wine glass or a chamber pot. The view over the shoulder is good, and it is a good position for glory. Thank you very much. I think I will be gentler and more considerate to you if I have the chance." War Blacksmith himself Thinking that he was answering very politely, but many people nearby in the hall looked at him as if they were looking at a dead person, Vannas sighed softly.
The favored one of the Blood God stared at the former Potion Master. For a moment, he even reached out to touch his weapon, but in the end, Pushtok, who had a bright red skull, gave up. Turn around and walk back to your team.
Obviously the Blood God Champion is quite familiar with the Skull Harvest Feast competition.
The next second he walked back to his team, the Chaos Titan blew a giant horn. The solemn and majestic horn sound was mixed with the discordant roar of demons. The two seemed to be distinct. They were twisted together like twine, echoing under the dome of the throne room.
When everyone's attention was distracted for a moment by the voice with demonic power (the analysis of the power armor was that it was the love language of some kind of great secret keeper), Hong Suo paid attention There is some kind of mechanism on the throne of thorns carved from onyx - an extremely inconspicuous flash of light, perhaps caused by teleportation or psionic sorcery, and then an impressive form occupies the throne of thorns and onyx.
The tall warrior's body is wrapped in a set of crimson power armor trimmed with gold that looks scarred and has a lot of extra pipes and cables. His posture is majestic, as if he is not a Chaos Lord, but a The face of the great ancient king also bore a lot of traces of injuries and hasty treatment. His skin was as pale and blue as a dead man, and there were many traces of skull repairs on his head. But behind his broken body, his expression Still sharp, his face radiates an invisible attraction. His right hand wears a huge glove with long sharp claws, with an eight-pointed star logo on it, and his left hand seems to be holding a king's power. He was holding a long-handled battle ax like a staff.
There is a strange familiar-like creature clinging to the back of his head and his power armor backpack. Sometimes it looks like a bipedal lizard-like reptile, sometimes it looks like a puff of smoke, and sometimes it looks like a puff of smoke. Another animal form suddenly appeared, wagging its tail on the tyrant's shoulder and looking around.
The majestic monarch's eyes were ruthless and stern, and he glanced condescendingly at everyone in the throne room. His sharp-sharp eyes seemed to penetrate the souls of all of them.
All the tyrannical warriors, proud champions and unruly aliens knelt down on one knee, lowering their heads towards this extremely dramatic ruler who appeared like a heroic emperor.
The tyrant of New Badab, the "Black-Hearted King" Huron has arrived.
In this solemn atmosphere, only Honso saw something different.
What appears in the eyes of the Potion Master is an old warrior who is teetering on the edge of death but stubbornly refuses to die. Through black magic, contracts, bitter hatred and malice towards the entire world, And glued together: a medical miracle.
“Wow.”
Wannas’ eye muscles were cramping as he winked at Hongsuo.
“This will be a good... patient.”
(End of this chapter)