Chapter 483 War Blacksmith, you have aroused my interest
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The wonderful appearance of Luft Huron now occupies so much in Honso's eyes He was so focused that he later came to his senses after being touched lightly by Vanas from a clever angle, and found himself staring at the broken lips of the Badab tyrant that opened and closed when he was speaking and the words inside. Talking couldn't stop dripping acidic saliva droplets and guessed his had been a long time.
——Mainly, in the hall where everyone knelt down on one knee and paid tribute to the owner of this place—even the Blood God Champion Uruvent, who was at the hottest level of anger just now, said: This expressed his respect for the Black-Hearted King, although he didn't seem so happy.
And now, Huron's hoarse and broken voice was speaking the last sentence of this speech. "...I don't care who you are or what you did before you arrived here. The Skull Reaping Feast competition only emphasizes the strong."
This voice was once full of power, even though its owner had been shot into a festering corpse by the composite melta gun of Captain Androcles of the Star Phantom Chapter. However, the experience of being rescued from death only destroyed his physical body, but it did not reduce the invisible instigation power of his posture, voice and words to others.
Relying on his impassioned speech, Luft Huron, once the guardian of the Maelstrom, persuaded the three Space Marine chapters of the Mantis Warriors, Executioners and Lamenters to join the force. The expansion of the Star Claw Chapter ushered in the Badab War that affected the entire Maelstrom and its surrounding sectors.
This was the most serious Space Marine civil strife in the Empire in recent times until the Empire put all or part of the other twelve Space Marine Chapters into the battlefield. In the process, three Chapters were even disbanded and deployed. It took the Ordo Hereticus and its subordinate Stormtroopers, as well as two Imperial Navy fleets and countless mortal armies, spent twelve years to finally put an end to the rebellion launched by the tyrant.
Considering that Luft Huron is actually only over 200 years old, and has only been able to operate for more than a hundred years, and he has only launched this one attack on the empire. In war, it is really dazzling to have such achievements.
Not to mention that after everyone thought he was dead, his loyal forging master Valserx took his body and more than two hundred remaining soldiers and fled with almost nothing. After the Maelstrom, in just a few decades, the Red Corsair warband withstood the harassment of large and small greenskin kingdoms, Dark Eldar pirates, and other Chaos Space Marines (such as the Word Bearers), and once again conquered New Badab. It has grown to such a prosperous scale today.
Nowadays, as this new Palace of Thorns shows, there are countless Chaos warbands, alien tribes or pirates willing to serve the Lord of the Red Pirates every day. They use the Maelstrom as their stronghold, attack everywhere, and hunt all kinds of things. resources, prey, treasures, weapons and equipment, and ships, and return here to pay tribute to the owner of New Badab.
Now, this extraordinary-willed hero has obviously become a little interested in Honso and Vannas who are standing there in a daze.
Instead of uttering a lot of sarcasm, insults or simply launching a direct attack like the usual Chaos Tyrants, the Red Pirate King stood up from the throne with two attendants beside him, weakened by a serious injury. He slowly walked towards them with the greatest majesty a person could achieve.
Wherever his huge body with pipelines passed, Chaos warlords and alien leaders saluted him one after another, expressing a too artificial and too purposeful attitude towards the organizer of the skull feast and the lottery issuer. Respect and flattery that are so strong that it is quite undignified.
When Honsou's eyes collided with the tortured eyes of the tyrant, a feeling of rapid heartbeat and buzzing blood instantly hit the war blacksmith, and his power armor servo clicked alertly. It started to work, and began to inject the necessary medicine into him from the spine, and automatically turned on the psychic purification device of the power armor - when his psychic protection was turned on, the thin woman standing next to Huron narrowed her golden eyes. His eyes, which were originally uninterested, were withdrawn from a certain point in the subspace, and they stared closely at this little space warrior who didn't seem to have much offensive power.
Honso blinked, regaining his composure, and found that the Black Heart King's almost lipless mouth was smiling at him like a friendly superior.
——It is more convincing and more soul-cleansing to have such a smile on the father's noble face.
Honso then noticed that the surrounding teams had quietly dispersed, forming a trend surrounding the two of them and the tyrant. He raised his arms and put them on his breastplate, saluting the other party. ——The master can still get some respect in his own home. After all, apart from letting him climb such a bad step, Huron's hospitality and palace environment so far have not made Honso find anything particularly objectionable. place.
Huron first glanced at Vannus. When his eyes glanced at the crossed red
"Adalic Vanus, you have been very active in various places under the mountain recently. I know you, the son of Krax who serves the Dark Prince, and you have served me. Is this your new employer? ?”
"Yes, my lord." The Raven Guard bowed gracefully to his former employer, "I now serve the warsmith."
"Very good, but you must remember that the darkness The prince is a master who is equally jealous and possessive, Dark Crow. Perhaps your master is not as worthy of your allegiance as your original allegiance."
"I will remember your advice. Sir. Thank you for your warning."
If it were the hybrid Hong Suo who came here to gain an opportunity to carry out his crazy revenge plan, he would no longer be able to restrain this tyrant at this moment. There is no hint of provocation of emotions and loyalty, but now the war blacksmith just stands aside and seizes the time to study Huron and his demon pets with a scalpel-like precision, leaving Vanus slightly embarrassed. Standing still to deal with his former employer.
The weird animal jumped angrily on Huron's sharp and huge iron halo and his power backpack, showing a kind of primitive anxiety and helplessness. The look on Huron's face His expression became more unpredictable, "Hamadriya is very interested in you."
Honsou raised his head and discovered that Huron's actual height had far exceeded his original physique due to the mechanical, bioengineering and black magic used to repair his body. Even though Honso was the height of a normal Space Marine, his head only reached Huron's shattered red breastplate.
He raised his head and glanced at the working tubes on the Black Heart King's lower jaw and neck that almost completely replaced the muscles and bones, and turned to the animal. He realized that Huron was referring to it, and his own medical augur told him it was a unique species of warp daemon, interesting, special companion daemon? It appears that part of Huron's recovery from his death was not entirely aided by human technology. Well, because of this special companion... perhaps it is more necessary to conduct research...
The invisible smile gradually clung to the corners of Honso's mouth, and Hamadria became even more uneasy. Some kind of small reptilian creature standing on two legs began to beat, swishing its tail and constantly changing the color of its skin and spots. It was a variety of colors, like a rapidly changing irregular kaleidoscope, and its changing speed was as fast as It's almost to the point of making onlookers dizzy.
But seeing that Hong Suo was unmoved and continued to observe it with unsettling interest, it began to hiss and at the same time rapidly changed its appearance: first it was a snake (medical creature) The label revealed it was a king cobra), then a somewhat ape-like creature (the augurer thoughtfully pointed out that it was an ancient Terran Egyptian baboon), then a falcon, and finally it became a A creature that no one expected: a huge colorful butterfly with two huge golden eye spots on its fragile colorful wings. Now the wings are slowly flapping towards Honso, expressing the most ancient meaning. In the biological instinct, the weak use their last resort: disguise to scare away the signals of natural enemies.
"A rare and impressively transformed...pet, sir." Huron's face darkened, and the silent follower beside him took a step forward. This was a The warrior wearing thick Terminator armor, a pair of huge fangs protruding forward from the chin of his unyielding helmet, "How dare you speak to my master like this!"
"Who am I talking to? This..." Honso's slightly accented but polite voice once again made Huron's eyes full of evaluation.
"I am Tagron, one of my lord's attendants." The warrior who called himself Tagron made a rumble from under his helmet. It was not so much a human speaking, but a rumbling sound. Like an echo coming from a distant warp, Honso nodded.
"Is your body...the combination speed a little too fast recently? It will eventually start to affect your brain and heart. You'd better choose a master before you completely transform. Of course, I think you will choose your master first, right?”
Before Tagolon could figure out how to answer this sudden question, Huron Another person beside him spoke.
She has an extremely tall figure and long black hair, which hangs down from her back like a waterfall, almost dragging to the ground. Although she is actually very beautiful, her too thin and sunken cheeks and other parts make the skin stretch tightly on her bones, seriously weakening this otherwise stunning beauty, and making her green robe look like It hung unfittingly from her shoulders like fluffy curtains. In addition to an ebony staff with a double-horned skull, she also had a pair of eyes shining with specks of gold, and now these eyes and the gold in the eyes were staring at Honso.
"Oh, Targoron, don't be hasty. This is a... blessed person." She said softly, but the sound somehow spread like a whisper on the breeze carrying rumors. In the ears of everyone in the throne room, "But I can't see which god is protecting him." She slowly closed her eyes, "I can feel the extremely powerful... thread of fate, extremely powerful... Yes... Extremely powerful... How could anyone... You are so bright...! The stars are so bright! With one of the brightest... your destiny is woven in the greatest! People, their achievements, and the fate of the empire are all in the pattern!"
Honso raised an eyebrow calmly, "Thank you for your prophecy, ma'am, although I think it is all nonsense."
The Black Heart King once again showed an assessment look. He stretched out his right hand, wearing a huge, sharp power claw on it. It was a weapon called the Tyrant's Claw, with a large whirlpool embedded in the center. The eye was surrounded by eight-pointed starlight, and beneath it, at such a close distance, Hongsuo could smell the strong smell of promethium fuel, indicating that there was an inconspicuous flamethrower outlet hidden inside. There is also an invisible and uncomfortable ghostly feeling on all the sharp claws. Hongsuo guesses that there may be some credit for this such as the Chaos Forging Ceremony and the souls contributed by the defeated. A rough scan from his auspicious instrument also supported his conjecture.
The claws wrapped around the soul now lifted the war blacksmith's chin, flashing dangerously, turning his head left and right, observing him carefully, as if observing something rare. As a new breed, Hongsuo showed a calmness that everyone around him had to admire, allowing the other party to look at him so rudely until the claws left his cheek.
"Why do you say that what my prophet said is nonsense? Do you know that she was famous as a talented astropath and diviner before joining my camp. Even I am very happy to listen to her description of the future. ."
"Oh, as expected." Hong Suo nodded.
"As expected?"
"Her original identity - well, I call it nonsense because, this is what should happen, my lord." War Blacksmith Bowed again, "My destiny is to serve the greatest man, assist his achievements, and make this empire cease to exist. There is no doubt about it."
The Black Heart King is undoubtedly Smiling, "You have a pretty grand vision, Honso, and I'm impressed by your composure."
"My pleasure."
Badab Tyrant nodded, and then began to slowly return to his throne and climb up the steps.
Facing the people who raised their heads again and stared at him, he raised the Tyrant's Claw and Huron's Ax. The power and dynamic stance of the subspace shined on the blades of these two legendary weapons. superior.
“Any warrior who dares to step onto the Skull Reaping Feast Arena and expose his neck will pull out his weapon on the Arena of Thorns when the Great Eye of the Vortex opens. Fight, bleed, and sacrifice. The weak will only die, and the winner will receive all the power and trophies I have promised."
Huron looked around and became excited again, replacing the original fear and anxiety in the throne room. Greedy people, his sharp teeth without lips seem to be smiling, "The gods are watching us, everyone, cheer and have fun before the harvest begins."
Everyone cheered, shouting the name of their god or Huron.
Only Hongsuo turned his head and commented with his companions in a strange tone, "What did he promise? He seemed to only provide the venue and the convenience of getting other trophies at once, but in fact The winner takes all must be the army brought by the loser."
Wannas looked at him with a pleading expression of "I know you are smart, but can you go back and be smarter again?" .
"I will stay." Hong Suo nodded, "Except for this case, this technique that my father called getting twice the result with half the effort is very worth learning."
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