Chapter 488 On the Road, and Some Interludes-
“You said a mechanical sage.”
“Yes. To be precise, I found it when I was taking inventory of the internal deck warehouse. The corpse of a Mechanicus who died of unknown causes - it didn't look like murder to me, but the slaves whispered that it was haunted and they were too scared to go near it, so I went to look at it first. "
"...Oh, this is indeed a rare item and should not be disposed of hastily by slaves. Generally speaking, it will cause a lot of waste...and may produce dangerous waste in the process."
“Why else would I come here to find you at this time?”
Honsou raised half his face from his simple but brand-new steel experimental table. He had just been immersed in some cute and charming little materials that he had just obtained. Some fresh colorful blood spattered on the edge of his eyepiece. He picked up a piece of sterilized cloth and wiped it before disappearing. Then he carefully closed the experimental cabinet and then walked around the experimental table towards Vannas who was standing outside the door.
“Don’t come in and talk?”
The Raven Guard made a face at the shadowy objects hanging from the steel beams with chains and butcher hooks in the laboratory.
"Thank you, I think I'll just stand outside."
"What's this? These are products of the arena, willing to accept defeat. The rest of them have been taken care of as well. , I don’t process humanoid meat here - there is an incinerator for disinfection next to it, what are you worried about?”
"That's great, and I can feel more at ease while nibbling on some baked starch cookies on the bridge," Vanners said. "I never thought I'd be so eager to leave after a few weeks in the Red Pirates' territory. The food here - after all, I thought the food in this place was much better than the Eye of Terror - but compared with the Sky...Iron Blood, one can feel the difference between cloud and mud."< br>
"There is no place like the flagship of the Lord of Steel. No one can compare with the power of my father. Iron and blood will conquer everything, and the choice will be only obedience or death." War The blacksmith stepped out of the shadows and the airtight door closed behind him. "Let's go, you can tell me the specific situation when you found the body on the way."
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“Aha. I remembered it. , this poor thing." A moment later, they stood in a large cabin with twisted Mechanicus symbols on the door, Vanus stood behind Honso, and there were scared slaves at the further end of the corridor. Poke your head around - even if you are about to die, human beings cannot resist the curiosity of gossip.
The vital signs of these poor people popping out of the corner of Honso's eyes suddenly reminded him of the child he personally trained on the Iron-Blooded, his apprentice, his little Nilaydoa... …
The gene seed organ culture carrier to be used in his operation came from the contributions of the Void Sons who died in childbirth as slaves on the upper and lower decks of the Iron Blood. Fortunately, the Iron Blood's subspace protection was very complete...
Follow While murmuring inexplicably, Parogov's face that looked like the young Roger Dorn appeared in front of Honso's eyes. His face was stern, and a trace of genuine concern deep in his iris-colored eyes met his gaze, which made Honso's heart tense. He suddenly pulled out his consciousness from the strange sweet smell of decay.
He blinked and allowed his mind cortex to return to the events in front of him. His medical auspicious device showed that the automatic protection system of the power armor had just removed some abnormal intruders from his blood that had slightly exceeded the standard.
When he cast his gaze into the shadows again, he saw a fragmented body that was larger than normal size lying a few meters in front of them, as if it was spreading from the empty shell of a Terminator. There were countless metal worms or tentacle-like things, all hanging limply.
From the depth of the gap in the middle of the empty shell, a ball of flesh filled with cables glowed wetly. The swollen gray dead flesh and the activated metal oozing with black liquid were devouring each other, and the contaminated The semi-liquid liquid formed by the amniotic fluid exchange gel spread out on the ground in a large irregular mirror. Even the Space Marines could hardly distinguish more human figures from the purple-soaked robes.
The equipment around the corpse also suffered severe subspace erosion. Nameless subspace worms emerged from the hazy mist, gnawing at the surrounding cables and meditators, and some gathered on liquid or pieces of flesh. , using their needle-like mouthparts to suck the nutritious putrefactive juice and amniotic fluid.
"I suggest you take a step back, Vanus. The pollution index in this place is a bit high."
The former Raven Guard took three steps back and asked cautiously, "Then I just said a little I went in and took a few looks. Is there any possibility that I was contaminated?”
The master pharmacist who turned on the disinfecting light didn’t even look back, “Your soul is fine, your body... If you are willing to let me do it for you?” If you want to do some necessary checks."
Adalik Vannas had an extremely troubled look on his face.
After a buzzing sound, the bright blue-purple disinfecting light slowly and evenly swept across the entire room. Those weak subspace worms let out tiny screams like sharp claws scratching the glass, and turned into a cloud of green. The smoke was immediately expelled back behind the curtain, and those thick clouds of mist also revealed their true form: they were extremely small particles that fell to the ground, lost their vitality and turned into a thin layer of black powder. Vannas' scalp felt numb.
"What the hell is this? A dead Terminator? But why is he wearing the robes of a believer in Ohm's Messiah?"
"It's hard to say, these subspace energy consciousnesses The group is too weak, so they may not be the same every time they appear. They are just small pests, but the mist they release has a hallucinogenic and hypnotic effect, which will make the victim fall next to the first corpse and become a curiosity or greedy desire. The next prey."
"It's safe now?"
"But I still recommend not to be cool and wear your helmet."< br>
"Thanks for the reminder, but he stinks so much that I temporarily lost my sense of smell." Even so, the Shadow Master put on his helmet and locked the air-tight gasket.
They walked in together, closed the door, and carefully looked for the light switch. Fortunately, the death of the mysterious deceased did not affect most of the light circuits here. With a few flashes, the electric candle turned on. Get up and illuminate the body on the ground more clearly.
"Well... this should be a former Mechanicus priest who was captured when I attacked the Heart of Hydra last time." Honso knelt down and carefully examined it with his robotic arm and his own fingers. Corpse, "I remember this guy was injected with the Destroyer virus by a wizard. He survived and was brought back."
"Ah, I don't understand this very well, but you seem to understand it very well."
"If it were another mechanical creation, I might not be so clear, but after all, the first batch of Destroyers came from the Iron Warriors Legion. The relevant information has been filled in my database." Hongsuo opened up the red robe that was filled with liquid and wet, revealing the ferocious edges underneath: the metal re-grown a skin-like shell from the outer layer of the flesh, as if it were a metal hood, and the metal The frame is not a combination of artificial rivets, but ceramic gums covered with sharp steel teeth.
"Look, this looks a lot like the outline of the Terminator, but it's actually not the case. He was transformed into this shape by an infected virus. The Destroyer's daily standby form is almost like this. This is also a very conspicuous feature." "Then why did he die here?"
"Well... maybe you and I are to blame."
"What?"
" In short, you think he is an unlucky guy who has demonstrated to us... what will happen if your fate is not favored by the gaze of favor." The pharmacist master and war blacksmith looked at the display in his medical goggles. The content of the data indicates that a highly dangerous red warning is flowing through the corner of his retina: Warning: A subspace blister condensation caused by the chaotic impact of space-time nodes has been discovered. It is recommended to process it in time to avoid causing semi-permanent space holes here. Suggested processing steps As follows: 1.......
"Don't talk like the Word Bearer, it's so heartbreaking."
"Then let me put it simply, you think that the existence of this guy triggered some kind of backlash mechanism from the supreme heaven, so Some of his internal balance in this delicate conceptual state of combining iron and meat was destroyed, and he finally exploded from the amniotic fluid glass chamber into a mixture of metal and meat pieces full of energy and nutrients."
"That's all, Honso, I don't need any more explanation. There's no good in knowing too much - the last time I knew too much, I was banished from Raventower."
"Wise move, Vanus."
"So what are you going to do with him now?"
"Of course..."
Hong Suo raised his hand, his medical robot arm armor took off its disguise and began to pop open. The servo medical robot arm opened its head, like a cracked metal flower. Several different needles, drills, cutting beams, and gel syringes popped out of the human flower.
"...process and clean the scene to see if you can find anything useful."
Soon, Hongso got his wish and found some good things from the ruins of the Mechanicus Priest. Something he wants.
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"Are you sure where we are going next?" Vanus turned from an image extracted from the memory of the Death Priest, "Speaking of which, since you actually have a force that can cross the galaxy , and obtained permission from Huron, why don't you just try to return to Medlengard through the subspace to see if Soltarn is there? Or you can first consider occupying another planet and building your own? Fortresses and defense bases... The Iron Warriors should be very good at this."
"I should have told you," Honso said, "In order to minimize the paradox, we can only go and never encounter any trouble. There's a place to meet people, and having a base means there's a clear point to attack. When every warlord in an area has an army waiting for all the resources, someone will just try to start a fight. It's a matter of time. Out of all my friends are my enemies. Do you really think I do what I do to please that tyrant? I know who I am, and people like Huron think of me even less. The last fart, all I care about is how to achieve my goal and make my father's nobility truly recognized by the entire universe."
"Okay" Vanus shrugged. "Then let us set off there. After all, this is a seemingly reliable subspace route, and it is stocked with a large amount of resources from food to munitions."
His eyes turned to the destination marked on the map. The name of the largest domain on the point of light: the Extreme Star Domain.
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"Ah - Lord Honso, my commander, you don't seem to be in a good mood today."
With the patter of high-heeled leather boots, Nosa Aitasia stepped elegantly The steps appeared on the command deck of the bridge of the Battle HMS. The blade dancer wearing a black leather cross-covered mask wore an especially tight waistband today, and a thrilling waist was drawn around the waist of the androgynous champion of Slaanesh. radian.
Fortunately, the gene-seed from the Emperor's Children made his figure, which was originally one of the slender ones among the Astartes, appear taller and lighter with the blessing of the Dark Prince, otherwise This picture may be a bit hurtful to the eyes.
"So, Blade Dancer, how are you feeling today?"
"It's never felt better." Aitasia gracefully made a courtly gesture toward Honso, holding both swords. The beautiful short sword slapped his rounded hips outlined by the tight leather jacket and rivet belt, while the two more deadly thin swords hung on his belt, one on the left and one on the right. "I would recommend that every one of my warriors receive your treatment when they have time. My lord, it is invigorating and very pleasant. You are a true genius in pain."
"It's really rare for this kind of compliment to come from you, Aitasia. You don't go to the Three Treasures Palace for anything. Why did you board my battleship in person to see me today?"
"Can't you just do it if you have nothing to do? Are you here? My lord," Aitasia laughed, with both masculine solidity and feminine crispness in her voice, "Ah - there is a little thing, but I remembered the excitement of the battle on our ship. The potion stock is insufficient, sir."
The potion master raised an eyebrow when he heard this, "I just gave you three times the supply in the same cycle, and the current usage of other troops. Little has changed - we haven't reached our destination yet, and there have been no encounters along the way."
But the leader of the Blade Dancers just continued to smile at his new leader from behind his mask. The pale skin only exposed a small area from the mouth to the chin, and the brightly colored full lips raised a smile, attracting the attention of everyone on the bridge, and the slight sweet scent of musk incense or something else filled the surroundings. .
Grendel snorted heavily, and his ax paused hard, hitting the iron floor with a loud "clang" sound.
Many staff and officers on the bridge looked away as if they had been burned with a branding iron. They lowered their heads and quickly focused on the work at hand, not daring to look into the eyes of the Prince of Darkness' darling again.
“It doesn’t have to be like this.” The tall swordsman still smiled, “We are in the same team, Grendel.”
“Maybe.” The champion of the Iron Warriors said gruffly He replied gruffly, "But this is the territory of the Iron Warriors, not the Iron Hands. Remember, I could stop Eidolon ten thousand years ago, and I will not allow you to go too far here now."
(End of this chapter)