Chapter 490: Which Warmaster are you talking about -
“Slaves are still in short supply... The Pirate Queen’s fleet requires more supplies of strong alcohol, while Tucker’s Dark Forged Ship requires all rare Metal ingots, including adamantine..."
There, Vanus read the long list of applications while looking at the war blacksmith and master of pharmacy sitting behind the steel laboratory table that served as a desk. .
“I understand... Although the swordsmanship of this woman Katya Salomba is not as good as that of Etasiya, she is very good at controlling the messy pirates under her. Well, spirits, right? , my laboratory will provide some supplements.”
A beautiful female swordsman with unusually strong and tight muscles hidden under her slender limbs appeared in front of Hong Suo’s eyes. With skin, striking violet almond eyes and an unusually bright blue hair, the pirate queen's sword often wears the bleeding heart of her admirer, and the potion master personally estimates that she may have a quarter of Eldar blood, "Where are the alien mercenaries?"
"The Kroot, Hrud, and Losatl tribes are still at their positions for the time being, and they all seem quite satisfied. According to the news I heard, although they did not receive additional equipment and ammunition, they The fresh food and supplies brought back to their families and cubs satisfy their families, which reduces the aggressiveness of the main mercenaries."
"Yes, remember to remind me of Hrud. Human ships should always be placed at the outermost edge, but not too obvious - who else is next?"
"The Astartes of different warbands request..."
There are so many tedious matters that need to be dealt with today in this long and tiresome administrative affairs table. Even with the help of a master of strategic planning like Honso and the help of an adjutant like Vannas who has experience in office work, they It still took a full three standard hours to deal with it, frustratingly.
"O the Unspeakable Name and the Lord of Steel," the War Blacksmith sat behind his makeshift desk rubbing the bridge of his nose as the dust settled on the last document requesting an increase in the ration of human skins. From the corners of his eyes on both sides, "I began to understand why the noble father always seemed to be lying very tired and the other one was always grumpy - even now it seems that the Lord of Steel is really gentle and generous."
"Want a drink?" Capturing the fully loaded merchant ships allowed this noisy and noisy fleet to temporarily receive good supplies. The open supply of supplies and fresh water improved the morale, especially of the non-Astartes soldiers.
The war blacksmith nodded and took his water glass, "The taste of this fermented drink is really special. It reminds me of the days on the Iron-blooded ship. I didn't expect that there is agriculture in the empire that is so good at preparing delicious food. World, maybe we can have a chance to go there and make a profit in the future."
"Eighteen thousand warriors and a fleet can make a profit wherever they go, but I guess you have other ideas. "
"That's right." Hong Suo nodded, drank the mixed drink of fermented sparkling grape juice and some kind of sweet tea, and put it aside, "First of all, we can't disturb the time. lines, so I retrieved the coordinate data I had on hand again and found several coordinates that may be important. "
"Tell me about it? "
"The first is Ultratrasis, an agricultural world, but its problem is that it has not completely eliminated the threat of the Tyranids, and it has connections with the Ultramarines. The second is Calth, which is also a productive agricultural world, but it is not connected to the Ultramarines. The contact between the Ultramarines is even closer. That is their recruiting world. Well, although I don't know what happened to the original 'me', it is obvious that 'I' is very eager to take revenge on the Ultramarines. "
"Aha. I don't know if 'he' could foresee that you would win the Skull Harvest Feast, but let me tell you, even if there are 18,000 people, this kind of mob will attack a country with a long history. The traditional jurisdiction of the founding war group is still too large, and few people in the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar are willing to touch it. "
"Yes, attract them and fight a battle against the current ones. It doesn't make much sense to me, it will only entertain the audience in the sky. What I need is a base that can support us to stay until the Great Rift opens, preferably a large one that can control and fly independently. Battleship, so that I can not only be able to explain myself when I return to the Maelstrom, but also prevent myself from appearing too attached to Luft Huron - I went there to do something, not to waste myself. In his ambition."
"You think so beautifully. There are countless large combat ships ready for use, unless you plan to salvage a space hulk..." At this point. , Vannas suddenly became alert, "Don't you really want to catch that kind of ghost thing...?"
"Of course not." The pharmacist shook his head, "I'm very worried about how dangerous the space hulk is. "Clear. The Iron Blood salvage..." He paused here and looked at the Raven Guard in front of him. "I was there when some space drifters were salvaged. Who knows what will eventually come out of the ruins," he said half-jokingly. "Maybe someone can catch the Primarch in space."
"This is too whimsical. If it were me, I would think this is part of a terrifying conspiracy. - Who would really catch a total of twenty originals in the universe while flying casually in space? This Calling it a coincidence feels forced." Adalik Wannas looked scornful of this.
"So I finally determined a direction." The War Blacksmith took out some ancient vellums and maps, as well as some data pads that recorded new data, "Here."
Shadow Master He leaned over and took a look in confusion, "This is an unmarked planet, and it seems to have danger warning symbols. This is not a good thing. Are you going to bring the fleet here?"
"We have enough resources to get there, and I don't plan to stay too long. I'm looking for someone."
"Who? Who is worth your trouble to get here?"
"Someone who can tell me how to find the base I want." The warsmith narrowed his eyes. "A woman, a prophet. She served the Warmaster."
The former Raven Guard's hand that was holding the water glass with ease paused, looking at the War Blacksmith with inquiring eyes.
"Prophet? Warmaster? Honso, did your sudden transformation from the leader of eighty warriors to the leader of eighteen thousand make your ambitions expand as well?"
Honso smiled. "This is considered by many to be a great wealth and power, but if my fathers showed up at this moment, for my part I would rather hand them over to my father and return to my reassuringly comfortable experiment Go to the room."
"Are you serious?" The former Raven Guard's purple eyes flickered in the light, "These are not just soldiers, we have a fleet of priests with their battleships and dark technology. , if you are willing to provide resources, you can continue to produce more terrifying machines and inanimate beings.”
"Why do you always think I'm not sincere?" the war blacksmith asked, his eyes looking directly at the adjutant in front of him like a sharp ice blade.
“I lived like that because that’s the life I’ve known since I was born, I wanted to live, I wanted to live and be better than the other bastards who looked down on me, I wanted to prove myself The gene-seed is no worse than any Iron Warrior. Even if this requires the galaxy to be plunged into war, what if I let the galaxy burn in order to prove that I am the best of all the descendants of Perturabo? How many people will do this? Death is not a consideration for me."
His light blue eyes looked directly at the person sitting opposite him like a huge black bird. "But now that I have truly lived on the second path, I have been given a better choice. Since the hope of return has not been cut off, why should I insist on taking that path? It does not make me feel more comfortable. What's in it for me? As I said, Vannes, I only follow the way I want to live, not what anyone else thinks I should do. Yes, I was born into chaos. Growing up surrounded by evil, the highest I ever achieved was as a warsmith for the Iron Warriors. I blasted open Imperial fortresses, destroyed them, killed their defenders and all Space Marines inside, and plundered their genes. Seeds, seizing humans and putting them into hard labor in flesh and blood factories or sacrificing them to demons - yes, all these evils have come from me, and I have no guilt about it, but now I also sincerely don’t want to do any of this. , so what’s the problem?”
The Raven Guard stared at the calm Potion Master’s face with a blazing golden ring, and a layer of black appeared on his face. From his hairline to his light blue eyes, to his tight jawline that was characteristic of the Imperial Fists, "No problem." He finally said, "You're right, you are not bound by your own morals and Bound by the rules of the empire, you can do whatever you want.”
"I'm glad we have reached a consensus. But I usually avoid making my father very unhappy." The Potion Master nodded towards his adjutant, "Where is Grendel?"
"He should go now. Those war gang ships are patrolling, and he is now keen on beating the most aggressive warriors in each big ship until they can't get out of bed, and then that ship will be quiet for a while. Anyway, you can cure it better than others. That’s fine, they don’t hold too much grudges.”
“Don’t burden me anymore,” the pharmacist complained, “We can’t make some things out of thin air! We also need to maintain a certain amount of strength to be ready for war. By the way, call Salomba and tell her that if she still wants something 'exciting', let her navigators issue a new route for us. Picture!”
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This is a planet that has no name in any official Imperial records.
But it is not a world that has never been discovered.
According to the ancient scroll records deciphered by Honso, in such a long time since the end of the Great Rebellion, adventurous expeditions, expeditions or colonial fleets have actually discovered this place more than once, but every time , attempts to land on the ground for investigation all ended in crazy killing of each other or suicide.
This planet is filled with invisible and endless malice, trying to devour the life and soul of every ignorant intruder. The remaining survivors finally fled the planet in panic. There was no one at all. Dare to name it, only the ancient logbooks and star charts and the few words above record it.
Now, Honso and his team are trekking on the surface of this world that does not welcome any living people.
There are no plants or animals visible to the naked eye. The sand dunes in his medical goggles are lifeless and dull in color, but they are very deadly to the respiratory tract of flesh and blood because these sharp sands are made of larger pieces. Sharp gravels are weathered, and the stones here are all composed of hard igneous basalt and various forms of silica: the smallest ones form dusty crystal grain dunes, and the larger ones become all over the ground. The Gobi is composed of gray crystal fragments, and the largest ones form strange surface shapes like the flow of molten glass, and solidify and crack when cooled into strange razor and spike-like obsidian crystal cliffs and pinnacles.
"This damn place looks like..."
"It looks like the entire crystal world has been burned finely by melt cannons or ignited with ultra-high temperature flames." Hong Suo nodded, "According to my Data, part of this situation may be related to the Eldar, but considering who we are looking for, this may also be just a matter of humans. In short, the potion I asked you to take before departure should have some effect, if anyone. If you feel something is wrong, you must tell me in time."
"Are you sure a mortal, an old woman can live in this kind of place alone?" Kadaras Grendel held his favorite hot melt tightly. Pistol, this weapon has ignited the end of life for more than a thousand different powerful souls. "How can any mortal survive alone in this place? We'd better leave early. Go loot any space station of suitable size. None of them are better than this."
"But the wind here is really unique." Nosa Aitasia walked in the wind and sand that could cut the flesh. He or she was wearing the same clothes today. The leather armor has no protective effect. There are only black leather straps connecting the various parts of the leather armor. Many non-lethal parts of the skin are even exposed to this high-speed sandblasting that can peel flesh and blood from bones. In the strong quartz wind, a thin layer of spiritual light rippled on the surface of his wheat-colored skin. Countless minor bleeding wounds were being created continuously, and due to Astartes' high-speed recovery power, Disappeared, "I think today is a good day to blow some air and sunbathe."
"Stop it, you perverted sissy." Grendel growled, spitting to the side, and as soon as the spit left The protective range of the Potion Master's magical power armor was immediately shattered and sprayed on the quartz gravel, forming a white mist that quickly dissipated. "This place is full of the smell of angry revenge, Hong Suo, the air is full of it." The strong smell of cursed blood, the ghost just wants to kill."
"I think there is a wild incense in the air that makes people want to hug..."
"Shut up!"
"Okay, I thank you two for our The hike added to the lively atmosphere, but I think we are almost there."
They were now standing on the top of a hillside, and following Honso's outstretched finger, they saw what looked like the oldest building in the distance. A small, pyramid-like hill of stone built in ancient times sits in a hollow in the distance.
But what makes Hongsuo's teammates most uneasy is that this hill like an ancient tomb is surrounded by a dry grove.
This sight that was completely contrary to common sense made Vannas couldn't help but ask.
“Are you sure that the person you are looking for is the Warmaster’s prophet and not something else? After all, her age completely violates common sense.”
"Warmaster? Horus Luperkar?" Grendel frowned, "Then how old must she be? Ten thousand years old? Is she still a human?"
"It's Abaddon, The Great Reaver. It is said that this prophet told him and guided him to get it." They began to slide down slowly along the sand on the hillside, and the sand flowed past them like water. .
"I'm not sure we should come to her and listen to her, Master."
As they finally began to cross the final flat ground, Grendel complained, "Even if she were a long-lived prophet, Abaddon never succeeded."
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