Chapter 484 A war blacksmith who doesn’t want to be a skull-cutting champion is not a good pharmacist-
When everyone left Huron’s palace and hurried back to their respective camps for the upcoming skull harvest feast When preparing for the competition, Honso deliberately walked slowly and last.
Vanus thought his confidence was unfounded, and the Warsmith merely winked at his comrade.
"Just watch." He said.
When they began to pass through the only door in the lobby square that was made from the wreckage of all the spaceships that the Pirate King had defeated when they came in, and could see the stairs going down the mountain, Vannas Almost ready to taunt Honso - of course, he was ready to take him to the camps of each of their opponents in the upcoming games based on the information he had learned after taunting the Warsmith - This kind of spying-like behavior is allowed before the game starts.
Because this final preparation time is the best time for every warlord and pirate leader to finally win over the most powerful lone wolves or smaller teams that have been waiting and watching, so they will work harder at this time. Every visitor passing by shows the strength of his team and the bravery of his warriors.
When their boots began to walk the final stretch, an order was passed from the depths of the palace: the Blackheart King wanted to summon the war blacksmith from Medlengard alone.
"It's okay." Honso smiled and told Vannas, who looked a little worried, "You don't have to wait for me here, just go to the camp and keep an eye on Grendel."
"Don't show off your eloquence too much, Honso." The son of Clarks nodded and started walking down the mountain. "I don't want to be notified to collect your headless corpse next time I come here."
"Oh, why do you say that?"
Vanas's figure walked down the slippery and steep steps, raising a hand to leave Honso with a back view, "The thorns on the throne of Badab Tyrant will be decorated with fresh skulls harvested every year. Go quickly Well, don’t let the owner of this place wait too long.”
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After a while, the war blacksmith found himself back in the palace. In the hall where they met, only he and Huron were the only ones in the throne room this time. At the same time, Huron's attendants were replaced by several officers.
Two of them were particularly alert to the body language of this visitor. One of them had a striking ancient mechanical servo device and an equally super-standard conversion beam gun installed on his shoulder. Hong Suo's eyepiece marked the ancient device as "Nebula Array: To be repaired". He was wearing finely crafted power armor, and a pair of venomous snake-like metal whips were coiled under the man's wrists. They were pointed and pointed like living creatures. The head of his whip crackled towards the lonely visitor; the other person's appearance was severely blurred by the power of the subspace. The things stored under the ceramite visor and power armor frequently communicated with the whispers of the subspace. Honsou's naked eyes and The outline of what he saw through his medical goggles was completely different.
"Honso." Luft Huron spoke again. The war blacksmith bowed respectfully to the throne, but still did not kneel down. This made Huron hold the ancient relic next to him. The soldier snorted coldly, and the two metal whips flew towards the war blacksmith at two tricky angles against the ground at lightning speed.
"Ah ha. Neuralgia whiplash. Pretty ingenious for the conditions here... I mean, extremely impressive in terms of inflicting maximum pain almost seamlessly on the body, I guess your little pair Cuteness has created many well-behaved and docile slaves."
Huron watched the scene in front of him with interest. The war blacksmith obviously did not intend to keep a low profile in this situation without competitors. He stretched out his hand. He grabbed the two metal whips that theoretically would cause extreme pain to the opponent's nerves whenever they came into contact. They were as light as grabbing seven inches of two snakes, and discussed their manufacturing process, Long-winded analyzes of materials, modes of action, etc. began to be published.
"Valserx, it seems you have met an opponent." The Red Pirate King turned to the dimensional blacksmith beside him and one of his most trusted lieutenants, Amenus. Valsex.
He is the former Star Claw's Forge Master, Forge Master, Huron's personal armorer, and he also escaped into the Maelstrom with his master's almost cooked corpse after the battle in the Palace of Thorns. and after that, Valserx worked hard for seven days with the Chapter Apothecaries Galen and Valier, using bionic machinery and life support systems to rebuild the melted and cooked half of Huron as much as possible. The body, and watched his master recover from death on the eighth day. After the twelfth day, he watched Huron put on his broken armor and stand up again, announcing that the Red Corsair would be born from the ruins of the Star Claw.
With such a resume, he is undoubtedly one of the few people in front of the Huron Seat who can have a dialogue with his master in a relatively trusting relationship.
So now Valserx is angrily trying to withdraw his long whip, but finds that this rude visitor has no intention of letting go. In this case, the master alchemist is not an easy character to deal with. His shoulders The super-power conversion beam gun fired like this.
As we all know, the working principle of the conversion beam can be simply explained as the directed energy beam of antimatter particles it emits will cause the annihilation effect of matter and antimatter in the target. And as a kind of beam energy, its power will become stronger as the target distance becomes farther, until the beam finally reaches outside its critical failure range, it will be launched smoothly through a dedicated plasma-powered reactor with sufficient energy. The base and long enough charging time open the atomic bonds to stimulate the energy stored in it, and the converted beam can penetrate and destroy living things, vehicles, or almost any substance.
To put it simply: a dark age technology that is difficult to build and has very little survival. It has no shortcomings and is an anti-matter weapon that cannot destroy matter except that it requires preparation time and energy. So Hong Suo is now After receiving such a sound blow at such a close distance, An An should have properly exploded into a firework in front of the Black Heart Throne. As long as he still exists, there is no second possibility.
But nothing happened.
Hong Suo, who should have been blown up and burned by the ultra-high temperature energy brought by the annihilation of matter, including his armor and body armor, was still standing there, looking at the master of alchemy with a naked look that is very familiar to scientific researchers. Neural Whip was also looking at his power armor - the ancient heritage device behind it.
"What a surprise to me, my lord, you have so many treasures here and so many outstanding people."
Walserx raised his hands in shock, "This is impossible!!!" The alchemist master of the Red Pirates went crazy. The Chaos Astartes, once known as one of the most gifted Loremasters still alive with the most knowledge and talent for Astartes manufacturing technology, raised his hands as the ground shouted, "This is impossible. ! ! This is not consistent with any known facts! This is impossible even in subspace! " Nothing is impossible, why don’t you ask your companions?”
The silent wizard standing next to Huron said at the same time. With a suffocating sound, a white-gold mist began to spray out from every gap in his armor with almost an angry emotion, which was reminiscent of some kind of huge shellfish placed on a steamer. In a scene filled with steam, the wizard grabbed his own throat with his hands, roared on the ground, and rolled up without any mystery. The ceramic steel hit the exquisite parquet marble floor with a huge sound.
"Oh, that's a pity. It seems that the Lord I believe in doesn't like you very much. But it doesn't matter. As long as you stop peeking in time, the backlash will not be serious." He clicked his tongue. He smacked his lips and introduced with a little regret, "After all, this is an anti-psychic field made for some kind of battlefield emergency rescue scene. In order to avoid accidental injuries, it does not have an instant death effect."
Honso finally let go of the two nerve whips with great mercy, "Lord Valsex, this product of yours is quite exquisite. Its working principle and effect remind me of the pain of Fabius Bayer." The walking sticks are made of different materials and structures, but they have the same effect in the end. I guess this is... some kind of design difference between smart scholars."
"Have you seen Fabius? Bayer?" The Black Heart King raised his mechanical right claw and stopped his chief alchemist and dimensional blacksmith from speaking.
"Well...actually, more than just met." Valserx stopped at this time and began to pay attention to Honso's statement.
"Fabius Bayer, the former pharmacist of the Third Legion, the master of cloning, the ancestor of genes, one of the largest sellers of gene seeds and warriors in the galaxy. He is considered my creation Or, I am the product of his experiments on the Astartes gene. This is not a secret in the Eye of Fear. Many people know it." Honso made a friendly gesture of spreading his hands, "Since I was born from him. laboratory, so it’s no surprise that I’ve met him or learned something from him, right? I’m extremely good at dealing with Astartes’ physical conditions, especially various battlefield injuries, including old injuries, and warp energy. Too active. "
"But you come as a war blacksmith in Medlengard, not a pharmacist, although we do lack such a person as you claim. Apothecary." King Blackheart pointed out, his pet Hamadria now huddled up in a ball again, hiding behind the huge and sharp iron halo on Huron's backpack, secretly looking at Honso. "And you have also received the invitation to the Skull Harvest Feast. If you originally planned to use your medical skills to join me or find a job here, you cannot quit midway now. This will ruin this Feast and my rules”
"My lord with piercing eyes, I cannot conceal my humble vision in front of you." Obviously the war blacksmith can be quite comfortable when he wants the other party to be happy. At least after saying this kind of words, Huron said The rate of suction and flow of pus between his ragged face and his bionic body showed that he was satisfied with Honso's title.
Honso turned to the master alchemist who angrily helped up his colleague and glared at him, "Of course, I will dedicate the champion's skull to you after winning the skull harvesting competition, but I just hope you know ," he said, "After I win the championship, I want to ask you for a pharmacist position next to you as my reward. I eagerly want to work with these talented experts around you in order to take better care of you. Health. I think you have seen the actual effect I have shown you in terms of subspace suppression."
Badab Tyrant seemed to smile, but it was hard to tell because he didn't. The lips, and the face are also severely deformed due to burn contracture and the rough cutting of the flesh during treatment. "Although I have always believed that as a pharmacist, no one's strength can surpass that of my loyal old friend Valserx, but If you can really win the Skull Harvest Feast, I can promise you this opportunity."
"Your majesty and generosity and your curse and terror will spread to every corner of the universe. , please allow me to excuse myself and prepare for my game.”
Obviously, this flattering answer from the Red Pirate’s war cry made the Black-Hearted King feel better, so Hongsuo resigned again and walked along. The road left the new Thorn Palace.
When the splendid, heavy, carved bronze doors of the throne room were gently closed by the slaves, Huron sat on his throne and did not move.
Then, the tyrant of Badab let out an earth-shattering painful cough from deep within his body, followed by gasps one after another, with the sound of thick phlegm and the hissing sound of pus in the lungs, "When will Garen land?"
There was another series of earth-shattering coughs. Some dripping pus and blood got stuck in his overused throat, and newly necrotic tissue fragments adhered to the trachea and larynx. On top of the pipe, Valsex hurried over and carefully cleaned him up temporarily.
“The Lord of the Corpse Group has set off from Hell Iris and landed on the tarmac three minutes later. He said before that he would arrive a little later this time because the mutation status of the new batch of gene seeds is still more than What do you think of this man who claims to be a disciple of Fabius? His power seems to be very unusual. ”
"Master!" The master of the furnace and the master of alchemy issued a warning-like voice, "Your body, my lord, cannot be maintained by any messy wild pharmacist. In addition, I want Galen to hear this." He will be very unhappy at the news."
"I know, old friend. But if he really has some new technology from the Clone Lord, maybe he can fill in some of the technical fragments we desperately need." The king turned to another attendant beside him, "My wizard, Soul Eater, what did you feel just now?"
"..." Garon Soul Eater, one of the most powerful wizards of the Red Pirates, is Shaking in shock, "The protected person, and his god... is very..." He swallowed, "It's like four supreme gods fused together with stronger emotions... How did he do it? How can such a being be able to protect him? In theory, it is impossible for such a being to be interested in "protection"!"
Huron and Valserx looked at each other.
“I’m looking forward to what kind of surprises the next game will bring me, my friend.”
(End of this chapter)