Chapter 499 Someone comes from afar -
Inquisitor Sibiya Monsrat was trained in the Inquisition Fortress in Thalasa.
Before accepting her new position and being assigned to duty on the Indomitable, her position was the third seat of the Inquisition of Talassar, so her mind and soul have a certain toughness, which makes her stronger than Others were more difficult to deal with, that was for sure, but he couldn't rashly erase her presence from the large experimental group of cogitators he had formed from the debris collected after the Battle of Outer Eskali.
Although she is not a member of the Indomitable command team and their brothers, Honso can know from the observation data that because she and Olanto resisted to the end, the impression between them is quite similar. Profoundly, isolating her would affect the stability of other experimental subjects.
Perhaps the inanimate being that has been luring him with a salivating tone in his ear really has a way to achieve the ultimate that humans cannot do as it claims, well, judging from Huron's situation Maybe they do have their own way around common sense obstacles.
However, the Potion Master was deeply influenced by his father and he was fortunate enough to be invited to chat in the salons of some petite mages. The warnings of various secrets mentioned inadvertently were very effective and made Honso have the same attitude towards things like inanimate beings. It is to implement the iron law of the Iron Warriors to the end: they or they or they are just some tools, some take advantage of the hand, some bite the hand, but people cannot trust the talking tools, let alone regard the tools as their own saviors. .
So how to deal with Sibiya and the reaction of the departments behind her has become the biggest variable at Honso's hands now - he has the Adeptus Astartes and the Imperial Navy at his fingertips, and he even has confidence in the national religion. Imitate one or two, but the nature of the Tribunal itself determines that no matter which side of the Astartes, there are few opportunities to deal with them alive, and even less understanding of their operating habits and certain agreed code words.
But if he wanted to study more deeply about the rarer Iverson assassin who was singled out and prepared to attack without additional protection and no need to risk going to the Iverson Temple to steal one. If so, he would have to frighten Inquisitor Sibia, the only one who knew how to release and recover him, and make her believe that they were out of danger and were now in safe custody, and that due to various accidental factors, she had legitimately lost her Contact with the Inquisition.
Honso has always believed that brainwashing is an extremely delicate skill that requires patience, meticulousness and care. The human brain, or the brain of any living creature, has unique properties and is considered to be related to " The birth and existence of "soul" are obviously closely related.
Although the connection between them is so mysterious and profound that no living person can say that he understands it or can reveal its essence and secrets so far, the knowledge, information and data that Honso can obtain and the latest Importantly, his innate intuition comes from the Apothecary Guild, the Iron Warriors, the Imperial Fists and himself. Perhaps when Fabius Bair created him, he originally expected to obtain a more powerful Space Marine than the existing Space Marines at the time. And the superior variety—who knows?
But Honso did survive, and had his real chance, and now it was time for him to prove himself again. The brain of an Inquisitor was a rare specimen, even in his power armor database. Not much, mostly because it's generally difficult to catch an active Inquisitor as well-preserved as this.
"Okay, let's see what kind of little surprises we can get by properly guiding your lady's thoughts..."
The potion master began to put him The newly written brainwashing program was input into these parallel tanks, and then, amidst Umka's wild laughter, the entire Indomitable began to move, rotating her ion protection stance that glowed red when it came into contact with the subspace, like A spinning flamenco skirt, as if there was a tugboat and a navigator's ship in front of her, began to sail in a certain direction.
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Adalic Vanus met Kataras Grendel in the corridor of the Indomitable.
If it weren't for the fact that the face with the patched forehead still belonged to the former Chief of Arms and Champion, the Raven Guard felt that he would not dare to recognize him.
Now it seems that the champion's preference for hairstyle has not changed much: the scalp on both sides of the head is shaved cleanly, and there is short black hair half a palm's width in the center, which is also neatly trimmed.
Grendel was not wearing a helmet, and his thick and broad chin was now as smooth as if he had just shaved, with a light cyan color extending from his temples to his chin.
There are still some signs of damage visible on his power armor, but the polished grease makes them look more like specially kept souvenirs, because when he carries a large number of data pads and data pads under his arms, When the Chief of Arms of Parchment walked up to him, the Raven Guard swore that he could definitely smell the sacred lubricants and balms that the Ultramarines loved to use to maintain their weapons.
——This is so terrible! ! ! Blur the characteristics shaped by all genetic bloodlines and make the boundaries between legionnaires indistinguishable. Look what good things you have done! Honso! ! ! You will definitely end up being swallowed up by your own ambition and desire! !
The Raven Guard roared in his heart like this, but when he thought of the transformation that had taken place on Honso on the Iron-Blooded and who he was actually serving, Vanus felt a feeling of "Sure enough, things will still change" in his heart. It feels like this.”
Just when his face was expressionless and his inner emotions changed drastically, Grendel walked up to him and looked him up and down.
This made Dark Crow a little nervous again, "What's wrong?"
"Uh-nothing." The Iron Warrior muttered, "But I think you should fill out an application form, Go to the armory to get the power armor repaired. Honso just asked me to connect the armory's maintenance servitor with Hestian's technical sergeant's brain. Now you can complete repairs that are not too complicated. The paint plating is all damaged, and your jetpack sounds like it's in pretty bad shape, Vanus."
The Shadow Master looked so stunned that he lost all social graces he'd learned about it. The friendly and sensible advice went unanswered, and then he discovered something else.
"Grendel...?"
"What." The Iron Warrior walking past him was pulling out the data pad and connecting his communication beads. Vanus heard him talking to the other end and thought he was still Sergeant Olanto, who was walking in the star fort, made a friendly appointment to go to the gladiatorial cage to have a fight next time.
"Are you..."
"Yes, I have grown taller." Kadalas frowned, and the emergency lights inside the star fort shone on his face, Vanus See the effect of what might sometimes be called a slightly pedantic discipline from the Ultramarines placed into the minds of the Iron Warriors who had become the beasts of war.
Suppose that the previous Grendel was more than capable of fighting, but his spirit that had no energy left to think about other things and was poisoned by killing destined him to be a watchdog or hunting dog for a certain master or lord. , so now Grendel is undoubtedly a very good adjutant candidate, enough to take over the command at any time when the chief officer is unable to command.
"Do you also want to grow taller?" He looked at the Shadow Master up and down, and suddenly grinned. The soul of the once passionate and brutal killer came back for a second, "You can apply to our Potion Master. , but you are not short to begin with, Vannas, no matter how strong your muscles are, it may not be conducive to your flying according to my assessment."
"So, you remember, or you know Hong Suo. What tricks have been done to you? Then how can you..." "My mind has never been so logical." Grendel's face became serious, "It's the same with my memories now. The arranged library, I can even remember what happened when I was still serving the Corpse Emperor in Berossus's great company."
The expression on the warrior's face. His expression and muscles were distorted, "I really don't want to remember the way they looked when I first saw the fallen Phoenix and his sons arriving, as well as those disgusting poisonous things on the Emperor's Pride and those traveling along the way. Thank God, I was innocent enough at the time and even had the strength to punch Soltarn unconscious and take him away."
Vanus wisely did not ask Grendel about these ancient things. The details of the anecdote, after all, he is still nominally a servant of the Prince of Darkness, "Then you don't hate Honso anymore?"
"I hate him, and I still think Honso is a bastard and a scourge," Grendel replied, "and he caused me to have disgusting blood in my veins."
He Putting the data pad away and facing Vanus, "But he put enough rationality into my mind to make me consider and weigh whether to pursue a temporary speed or to prioritize completing the victory goal dedicated to the Primarch. I The conclusion is that although I should kill him, he is undoubtedly the only one capable of achieving his goal and taking us back, so until then, I will complete his instructions, which does not conflict with me hating him enough to want to kill him. "
The former Raven Guard shook his head in shock, "I...I don't quite understand this feeling, Grendel."
"It's really not easy for you to understand. "The Iron Warrior said, "Have you seen the Butcher's Nail, Vanus, that thing on Uluvente's head?"
"Yes, what does this have to do with what we are talking about?"
"If you don't understand, you can simply think that Honso tried to use the Ultramarines template to install something with the opposite effect in my skull."
The Arms Commander seemed ready to leave, but He was still mumbling, "He really... perfectly inherited Soraka the Glory's curiosity about biological research and the boldness of his other half. From this point of view, he himself may be one of the people like us. The first one."
Before he left, he even remembered to put an armory application form filled out for him into Vannes's hand.
The traitor held the application form in his hand and glanced around blankly: everything was being repaired and operated in an orderly manner. Machine spirits of all sizes were comforted by Hestian. With a soft hum, the massive star fort is on its way, preparing for its next leap.
Honso... after capturing the Star Fortress, he did not immediately flee back to the Maelstrom with the loot to avoid the pursuit that would surely come, so what on earth was he planning to do?
Vannas frowned tightly.
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In the east of the Milky Way stands a legendary world, its records lost ten thousand years ago still shining brightly, except for the sacred Unlike worlds like Terra, Armageddon, Cadia, Fenris or Catachan, which are known for their sacredness, uniqueness or sinisterness, their brilliance in the galaxy comes from ancient wonders and unknowns. coincidence.
Macragge, the home world of the Ultramarines, the only light of crumbling human civilization in the darkest period after the Heresy and the pearl of the Ultramar Empire, is the motherland of the Ultramarines chapter. star. For ten thousand years, Macragge has been standing as one of mankind's greatest fortresses in the far east of the galaxy. As a center of civilization, technology, agriculture and military power in the Ultramar sector known as the Five Hundred Worlds, it Surrounded by several sub-regions, the famous systems and worlds include Konor, Calth, Quintuun, Thalasa, Espandor, etc., although some of them have been invaded and burned by war. , but the tough and hard-working Ultramar people are all well-nourished and healthy, and have received adequate education and training since childhood.
These have turned these worlds into miraculous paradises that have amazed countless visitors. Whether it is a hive world, a forge world or an agricultural world, they are all able to amaze most people in the galaxy. The place you have dreamed of living your whole life.
And every day there would be new pilgrim ships loaded with passengers from all over the place, and hundreds or even thousands of routes would all have the same final destination: Macragge.
There is Hera Fortress on Macragge, and in the temple of Hera Fortress is sitting the man who brought such miracles to the entire Ultramar and created Macragge and the Ultramarines. , he was forever frozen in the moment before death, becoming a monument to commemorate the glory of the past, proving that the legend was not a myth, and the end of countless pilgrimages.
Pilgrims come in such an endless stream that many of them will linger in the square at the foot of the fortress for a long time, and the prosperous commerce of the local residents begins.
Today, the fresh fruit and vegetable shop from the easternmost border colony planet is still crowded with people and business is booming.
Residents compete to purchase stable and high-quality fruits and vegetables, while large quantities of goods ordered by astropaths, other psychics, and nobles are delivered in full boxes behind the store.
Just when the servants of Hera Fortress were bending down to load the goods ordered by the Chapter's kitchen onto the power sled, they noticed that the shop owner suddenly raised his head and glanced at the sky.
"What's wrong? Is it going to rain?"
The boss, who was pale but always kind, shook his head, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"No, the weather is very good today, very suitable for entertaining guests from afar."
(End of this chapter)