Chapter 492 That doesn’t matter, and Calgar didn’t sleep either
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“What are you doing?!”
The war blacksmith was stunned for two seconds, like a He jumped up like a dog whose face was scratched by a cat.
Then, like anyone who had endured a long time and was suddenly attacked, he roared and clenched his fists, but finally separated them and slapped the prophetess, who looked extremely surprised.
"You..."
Obviously, Moliana has not met or fought against the Chaos warlords who came to seek help, including the warmaster who was about to lead his Thirteenth Dark Crusade.
But Hongsuo's reaction was obviously beyond her expectation. She had no idea that Hongsuo's reaction would be so..."real".
He looked as if he was simply angry because he was teased and hurt, but he did not attack her because of the uncontrollable anger. Astartes' self-control and pain Her tolerance cannot be so weak...
In the midst of the lightning, she read out a few words in a hurry, and the psychic thunderbolt in the air stabbed him insidiously from the back of the war blacksmith, crackling at the same time. A stench like a dead corpse filled the air - to be honest, this made the war blacksmith's cattail fan-like slap a little firmer - and then the incredible look on Moliana's face appeared in the flesh of her deformed face after being slapped. Within seconds, the reckless young man actually slapped the prophetess away.
"I curse you! You little bastard! How dare you do this to me! Warsmith Honsou!" She yelled hoarsely and resentfully. The old woman's deep-set eyes radiated with hatred. Light, she raised her hand, the power of this place converging into her bird-clawed hands, using the blood of the Iron Warriors as a medium to unleash the most vicious curses any thinking creature could imagine on the bastard who dared to slap her. "This is the backlash you will suffer!"
The remaining drops of blood were surrounded by her ancient power and suspended in the air, dyed black by the cursed subspace poison. The two people in the cave They all stared at this drop of black blood, but nothing happened.
"Praise the ineffable name, praise the Lord of Steel." A hearty laugh broke out from the other side, "It seems that your witchcraft is no longer effective on me!"
The Potion Master's facial muscles relaxed visibly, while Moliana's face was filled with the panic of being rejected from her fate. Both of them realized one thing, if she was ready for Honso If the curse does not take effect, then, no matter how similar it is, "this Honso" is not "the Honso" that Moliana has been waiting for.
Although this difference made him feel a little wrong before "breaking his face", it did not make the witch suspicious too much, thinking that it was just some subtle influence.
She raised her head in astonishment and looked at the tall giant standing in front of her. Honso's light blue eyes were now shining with a pleasant, pure and malicious light. The thick medical mechanical arm behind him emerged from the burqa that had been hidden. He reached out, grabbed the prophetess like a little chicken, and lifted her to a height where she could face the Potion Master without getting too close.
“What do you think will happen next? Caterina Moliana?”
The witch spat at him angrily, but a thin layer of stand halo blocked it These turbid liquids are burned until they are completely burned out.
"You are so disgustingly dirty! I'm fed up with the terrible pollution here! I told Vannas before that I am not bound by any vision or opinion, but I just realized that I was deceiving myself before," the master of pharmacy said briskly. "As soon as I discovered the coordinates here, I should just walk in like this, lift you up, an old woman who is pretending to be a ghost, and shake her arms, and shake out what I want. Instead of being here to accompany you patiently through this fairy tale-like classic witch in the woods and having your face scratched, this is me! Not the one who is still afraid of facing an unknown fate deep down in my heart! Honso!"
"Who are you?" Moliana screamed, "You are Honso! This is impossible! You are obviously Honso! See! So many gods and inanimate powers have been manipulated in you! Are you Hong Suo? ”
"You have so many questions. But you haven't answered my questions yet."
Some very slight mechanical movements came from the depths of the Potion Master's arm armor, and the prophetess' empty eyes opened with fear. Big.
What flashed in the firelight was a soft tube-like metal mechanical tentacle, with a calyx-like split head with obvious nerve needles and other miniature medical devices. It flexibly moved from the back of Hongsuo's hand along the five fingers. Extend, continue to split at the fingertips and form more soft, tiny needle-like insertion suction cups. She started screaming.
"No, you can't do this! You can't do this to me! Even Rogal Dorn has never..."
The hand Hong Suo was about to put on the back of her head suddenly stopped. , his light blue eyes stared at Moliana again.
"Aren't you ashamed, Caterina Moliana, or that other lady?" he said slowly, "that you serve your god, your truth, and the tools of chaos you know. After so many years, your prophecies have guided and helped them kill many of his descendants, but at this moment the first name you think of to use to protect yourself is still his name.”
She suddenly realized that these blue eyes were being reflected by the purple witch fire in her hiding place, and now they looked neither blue nor purple, like...
"Who are you?"
The old woman asked again, this time gently.
“I am Honso. The Iron Warrior. The son of two strangers. The son of enemies of one another. The genetic son of two fathers. The forgotten victim and unsung hero of betrayal, murder and defilement. The only bloodline.”
The other party replied, continuing to put his large armored hand on the back of the witch's head.
The ancient witch felt that the dulled nerves on her aging skin were sending many dense and fine stings to her, followed by sharp pain like cold chemical burning, and the invading probe began to The shape of every important nerve and sulcus in her brain is outlined under the skin, just like using a rake to turn up the sediment settled on the seabed, allowing the fragments of relevant knowledge and memories stored in her consciousness to float to the surface of her consciousness. The surface of the water was read by the opponent's cerebral cortex scanning probe.
"Who are you..." Moliana gathered her last thoughts and muttered, "Are you going to die...?"
"That doesn't matter."
The Potion Master replied.
His thoughts drove the built-in system of his power armor to start working. The prophetess's body arched back violently due to the invasive surgery on her head, and she stayed stiff in mid-air like an epileptic patient. She opened Mouth, let out a silent scream, and the ripples of the subspace spread from behind the curtain into the cave, and dust, debris and even human skin books were blown outward. Hong Suo was unmoved, only the medical equipment was still flickering and working.
From under her sagging and pale skin with age spots covering her bones, tiny earthworm-like traces bulged out. They continued to squirm, which were signs of invading the skull and taking over the brain. After searching for a long time, the Potion Master finally found the information he wanted and mercifully stopped messing with the witch's brain.
Before finally leaving the cave, he thought for a moment, sorted out the surrounding environment, and began to implant a brainwashing memory fragment into the witch who passed out from pain.
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Varro Tigris sat up from his simple bed, dripping with sweat.
There are steel beds hidden under the linen sheets. They are tightly connected by rivets. They are very quiet and do not make any squeaking sounds that a wooden bed would make under heavy pressure.
The chief think tank of the Ultramarines looked out the window. The quiet moonlight shone on the Hera Fortress and the harbor below. The markets and people who had been busy all day had gone to sleep. Only a few entertainment venues were still in the courtyard. Light a bonfire or electric candles.
The sensitive hearing of the Astartes sent the gentle lapping of the waves into Tigris' mind.
The omen of the dream just now... is here again... the enemy coming from deep space, the desecrated blue armor, the two-horned head smiling in the flames, three times of death and three times After resurrecting, he smiled and swallowed the scene of blasphemous flesh and blood, and drank the gifts from the enemy monarch in front of the Hera Fortress with the excommunicated rebels...
The chief think tank stood up, opened the freezer, and poured himself a glass of iced fermented sweet tea. The cold and sweet liquid went into his throat, which cheered him up.
He recalled the characteristics of those things that were particularly obvious in the omen just now.
The blue armor...may belong to the Ultramarines...
Flames, horns, heads, death and resurrection...The ghost of the hateful Destroyer of Calth will be hovering in Arcana again. Over Telama?
The huge Gothic building has a beautiful cross-symmetrical layout. The central fortress is surrounded by tall spiers, complicated and elegant flying buttresses and various towers decorated with beautiful gold statues. Walls... a cathedral?
No, no, in the dream he also saw the reflection of the light of stars. What flashed across his retina was the beautiful ultramarine, ivory and golden paint layers, matched with the lower building that looked like a reflection in the water. This This is not a church built on the ground, this is a flying fortress...a precious Ramirez-class star fortress, and it belongs to the Ultramarines.
Perhaps Lord Manius has not gone to bed yet. he thought. I need to talk to him immediately.
Putting on a dim dark blue robe, and pulling the edge of the robe over his head, the chief think tank took the staff and quietly left his room, stepping out from behind the solemn-faced honor guard. He passed by silently and knocked on Calga's door.
"It's so late, what happened? Tigris."
Calgar's warm blue-gray eyes looked at the visiting think tank master with some surprise, but he immediately caught the urgency in the other person's eyes.
"Come in and talk."
Tigris nodded. The lights in the Chapter Master's room were dim. It was obvious that the Macragge ruler was meditating or preparing to go to bed before his visit.
The first question the chief think tank turned around and asked after entering the room made Manius Calga's expression change.
“My lord, although this is not my responsibility but the domain of the Fleet Lord, can you tell me the whereabouts of all the Ramirez-class star forts in the current chapter, and, Have you ever heard of a name, Sanseiren?”
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The Ramirez-class star fortress is a huge semi-mobile void fortress. It uses super plasma energy transmission technology that even today's mechanical believers cannot fully study and understand its principles, but thanks to its The huge STC was not lost but miraculously preserved throughout the turbulent years. The Empire can still build such a space fortress over the course of hundreds of years.
Needless to say it has sophisticated and powerful firepower and reactors, its ability to produce a plasma-like position large enough to envelop the entire star fort for subspace navigation is what is truly terrifying and unreasonable about it. Usually they serve as an important node of a planetary defense system, a chapter's fortress monastery, a watch fortress for the Death Watch, or a deep space facility for the Inquisition and the Mechanicus to conduct research or other purposes in places where they do not want to be discovered. Since it has four quadrants and docks, and each part can operate independently, it is also suitable and common to tow it directly as a forward port for the Imperial Navy's exploration and bombing positions and fleets.
In short, few Chaos warbands or pirates will plan an operation against the Ramirez-class star fort, because the maximum number of weapons and personnel that the usual fleet ships can carry is far from enough to defeat it. Conquering such a fortress with the Jump Gang will only serve as a new space pyrotechnic for the starfort's defense system. Likewise, few Ramirez-class starforts will continue to sail and warp jump. , because this behavior is usually unnecessary and the gain outweighs the loss. It is usually much more appropriate to send one or even several fleets for such a navigation mission.
And if someone really wants to let such a behemoth make random subspace jumps within a designated range every nine days in space, in most cases they will be violently protested and accused. A meaningless prodigal.
Because to do this, it takes a dozen of the best navigators and their ships, hundreds of towing barges to tow the star fort, and countless logistics supplies for all ships and personnel. The fleet and other manpower, in addition to the defense of the star fort itself, would have to be manned, and all these precious resources, enough to fight a major battle, would be wasted purely on constant and tedious sailing throughout the entire voyage, instead of Be deployed into actions where they are needed more.
But if such a will comes from the will of Lord Macragge himself, then it has meaning and will definitely be implemented and served accordingly.
At the Mandeville Point of an uninhabited planetary system, which is the farthest corner from the Ultramar system and without any commercial or military routes, the Ramirez-class Indomitable The Star Fortress and its accompanying fleets were slowly beginning to emerge from behind the curtain of the Warp.
(End of this chapter)