Chapter 508 You did a good job! He still has to thank you
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When Honso led Robert Guilliman, who came to this "time dream", to visit the star fortress they are currently riding in, the Ultramarines' The Primarch realized that their true plight might be worse than the loyal apothecary had vaguely hinted to him.
No wonder Honso always looks embarrassed. His arrival is just an accident during the execution of their mission, and this mission does face great difficulties, and they also have to protect the heirs of Guilliman... Perhaps it was his sense of honor that kept him from being embarrassed in front of another Primarch?
He could feel the tension and nervousness of the other party hidden under the urgency and respect.
It is not that the Lord of the Ultramarines cannot understand the mood of the Iron Warrior Pharmacist. After all, he did have a moment of murderous intention when he saw them wearing the colors of traitors.
So when Honso led him to check on the members of the Fifth Company who were "rescuing the members of the fifth company who were attacked by demons and had to enter the life-sustaining tank", the original body recalled it and found a topic to talk about.
“Speak of it.” Guilliman said, his voice reverberating in the empty and quiet passage of the Star Castle Cathedral. Vanus and Grendel beside him became nervous again.
"This is not the first time I have worked with the Iron Warriors."
Honso blinked, "I'm sorry, my lord?"
"Don't you know?" Guilliman was also surprised as to why he blurted it out so easily... He secretly felt his body vigilantly, and it still felt good, nothing strange, but he saw the Potion Master inexplicably His expression was still relieved. He carefully adjusted his statement and skillfully concealed some content that he thought Hong Suo should not know.
"I once...many years ago, during a period of time before I fell into slumber, worked with some loyal warriors among the Iron Warriors who were still called traitors at that time to save the Empire...alas...in order to gather together Broken warriors have worked and fought hard.”
“I’m sorry, sir.” The pharmacist’s confusion was genuine. "I am a newcomer. The glorious history and traditions of our legion... have been lost too much with the passage of veterans over such a long period of time. I am not sure about this glorious past you are talking about."
< br>The Lord of Ultramar relaxed even more after hearing this. They walked into the last corridor. Only the dim emergency lights were still on here. The power of the reactor was used for external defense positions. In the asteroid belt Meteorites and dust hit the standing shield at super high speeds from time to time, annihilating small flashes of light on it. Except for their footsteps and breathing, everything here was dormant quietly.
The Thirteenth Primarch's eyes of disapproval and disgust swept over the gray and stiff human body embedded in the niche in the corridor and connected to a large number of pipes and cables. There will be some enshrined candles and incense.
Honso followed the primarch's gaze. shrugged. "The beliefs of the state religion have penetrated deeply into mankind for many generations, spread widely, and have many variations. It is difficult for us to completely ban it. We can only try our best to declare that it is only a kind of comforting psychology or related to spiritual energy. "Psionic science."
"This is already very good, and it sounds reasonable." Guilliman nodded, "After all, everything here shows that faith has occupied people's lives in this era. It is a very important part. It is not easy to stick to truth and science in an environment where most people have firm religious fanaticism. And the most adept at technology and truth among us back then was an iron warrior who served us... …Repaired and maintained a marvelous engineering structure, designed many forts, forts and defenses.”
“Amazing, my lord.” Honsou was obviously attracted by this story. “I really wish I could. Meet this master before he dies... Is he one of our war blacksmiths?" Grendel stood at the end of the crowd with a thoughtful expression.
"Yes." Robert Guilliman said, "Under the circumstances at that time... it is difficult for his honor to be remembered more or on a large scale. Perhaps this is because you, as his descendant The reason why you have never heard of him? Otherwise, I think, with his talents and abilities, your father, my brother Perturabo, will definitely mention him to you with pride."
" Can I ask his name, sir?" Honso asked this question without seeing Grendel's hesitant and troubled expression behind them.
"Barabas Dantioch." The Lord of the Ultramarines revealed this name with certainty and a rare bit of godly respect for mortals. "He is a war blacksmith of the Iron Warriors. He once used a few remaining soldiers to He fought against his betrayed comrades for three hundred and sixty-six days for our cause, and finally captured the enemy's ships and came to my... Ultramar, where he created many miracles for us."
Grendel's face was filled with expressions such as "I knew it" and "How should I remind this bastard now?"
Fortunately, they had already walked outside the temporary water tank culture laboratory at this time. The master pharmacist asked the thirteenth Primarch to stay calm, and then carefully opened the door of the laboratory himself.
The cold air hit my face together with the faint smell of biochemical reagents and the hum of motors.
With a bang, the cold electric candles lit up at the same time.
Robert Guilliman uttered a terrible curse at what he saw. Righteous rage burned in his chest.
——In dozens of tanks, bodies or pieces of meat with varying degrees of damage were floating. In front of each tank was a nameplate that read the name and affiliation of the person in it.
"This is one of the goals of our mission, sir." The Potion Master took a step forward and interrupted Guilliman's emotions at the right time. "Half of the fifth company of the Ultramarines and the Holy "Fearless Brother Artolion"
The Iron Warrior Potion Master said with great sincerity, "We are fortunate to have fulfilled our destiny and made the fifth brother of the living Meditator in this star fort through evil experiments. They are rescued!"
Guilliman clenched his fists, and he slowly walked over and placed his hands on the transparent armor outside Artorion's shriveled and twisted body like a baby. On the cold surface of the glass, I stared at the veteran’s frowning face inside, which was deformed by being soaked in amniotic fluid for a long time.
It took him a long while before he spoke, and every last word sounded like a sigh.
"You...did a great job. ...Thank you."
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In distant time and space and the Milky Way The other side.
Mortug from the Death Guard slowly walked into the apothecary laboratory of the Iron...Destined Steel.
Due to the departure of Master and Disciple Hongso and the Iron Heart Apothecary team, this place is now unattended again. Although the iron ring soldiers assigned to the laboratory have kept the place clean and tidy, there is a lack of human beings. The supervisor's laboratory is not reassuring after all. After all, there are several patients sleeping here.
——Oh, not including Lucius, the amazingly resilient (?) swordsman who was killed by the reluctant but unwilling Ironheart Apothecary who owed him a favor. After they were rescued, they immediately went to the Wandering Port alive and kicking, and were soon kicked out by Perturabo BC, who was often annoyed because he liked to show off too much, to perform some solo missions that required dealing with dangers-given that every time he He has completed the mission and returned alive. It seems that he is enjoying it now.
But Mortug's situation was different. Although this survivor of Istvan III was lucky enough to survive and endure the miracle of Angron Petra, his body was also damaged. He was seriously injured. In fact, he only had his head and a small part of his torso left. As he was unable to receive immediate treatment and enter Dauntless at that time, perhaps it was only the tenacity of the Death Guards and his determination to do his best to kill the traitors. Let him survive.
But his injury was so serious that even the pharmacists of Iron Heart did not dare to deal with it casually in the absence of a master pharmacist.
Although the advanced apothecary laboratory equipment on the Destiny Steel maintained his life, in the end, after talking to him, it was Perturabo BC and the director of the armory, the Order of Origin Return, who solved the problem for him. of Decima Sage.
The Apothecary Laboratory of the Iron Destiny requires a temporary caretaker with rich experience and knowledge, who has been transformed by the Astartes. At the same time, because it is connected to important gene seed banks, pharmaceutical libraries, and There are other people receiving treatment who are sleeping, so the caretaker must also be absolutely patient, pass the test of will, and be able to reassure the suspicious Border Collie original body in terms of controllability.
Mortug now fully meets this requirement: he signed a voluntary research agreement with verbal authorization in the presence of Magna Dorn, and became the Sage of Decima to succeed Sigis. The experimental subject of the second possibility research project after Mond's mechs.
Then this powerful sage, who also harbored a desire for revenge against his colleagues, used biomechanical and biopsionic components to make up for Mortug's missing torso and limbs, and performed ordinary exercises on him. Surgical modifications and mechanical implants that humans could not bear, eventually, he became "complete" again without looking too strange, but only he and Decima knew how taboo the experimental technologies used on him were.
This means that Mortug will never actually appear in front of the empire with the Tribunal again, unless——
However, Sage Decima told him this, although the Scarlet Agreement prohibits the creation of any abominable soulless machines, which are the so-called Animus silicon crystal creations, and in the past, under the command of the Corpse Emperor, Mars The agreement was also supplemented to never allow artificial intelligence life to be born -
"However," the mechanical sage, who was obviously not an Iskra but dressed in a very classical Iskra, told Mortug calmly , "Don't worry too much, this agreement still allows us to synthesize artificial life with limited intelligence for the purpose of justice. Not only are these powerful and wisdom-filled works not restricted by the agreement, but as long as you are not discovered, Then you will be considered sacred in the Mechanicus."
"...This...such as Master Magna?"
"Such as Lord Magna's blessing. Him." Sage Desima nodded, "'Whiteres' can also be regarded as a research model in another direction. If I were still serving the empire, I would tell others that 'Whiteres' would belong to him. As a member of the Cybertronica Legion, as long as no one can break through my firewall and confidentiality agreement to peek inside, there will be no big problem."
"And you are not still classified as a human. Fearless, and not the more mechanical Cybertronica, you have become something in between, a creature that combines biological and electronic computations and exerts ethereal force. A product that can be fused... Sigismund is perfect as a spiritual subject who transforms mechas. His main problem is that he is not a powerful psyker, and you, as a psionic person, are not very powerful. The emergence of the much polished Astartes psykers just made up for my lack of research in this area, which I am still very satisfied with.”
The sage's crimson robe slowly turned half a circle on the floor, drawing an arc, and he seemed ready to leave.
"Then what is the difference between me and the servitors who have retained their minds?" the Death Guard asked, pretending not to hear the name that Sage Decima had just inadvertently revealed and the shock in his heart.
"Your mind still belongs to you."
"But the soul and body do not, right?"
Sage Decima did not answer, this tall The mechanical sage turned around and left, leaving a room full of things that needed to be reorganized and stored to the new caretaker here.
Chrysos Mortug turned around, blinked, and summoned a to-do list from the extra cogitator component in his body—he no longer needed the dataslate, now that he and Magnar Lord Dorn, White and Lord Sigismund have been linked together at the level of the lofty God of Machinery. This is one of the reasons why Perturabo BC is relieved.
He sighed and started to follow the list of items and things that needed to be finished.
When he counted the medicine storage shelves, Mortug frowned and checked the list repeatedly.
"Strange..."
He stared at the names and image records on the list that were marked as "Strictly Prohibited from Leaving the Laboratory", "Highest Protection Level" and "Strictly Prohibited Private Injection".
"This test tube and the...'Compound Powerful Refining Mixture'...are missing?"
But the producer seemed to have no time or no intention to write down the specific contents of the potion on it, so Motug only I saw a series of numbers such as "IV", "VII", "VIII", "XV", "
XIX" stuck on it, as well as a Gothic letter mark representing the Mechanicum.
He confirmed again that this seemed to be a special medicine used to detoxify, promote healing, increase vitality and other aspects. Maybe these warnings are just because it is a life-saving panacea? This is normal. Medicines such as life-extending potions are always precious.
"...Forget it." The caretaker of the pharmacy laboratory thought, and made a note of this, blinked, and lowered the shutter to take a photo. "Anyway, what was lost is not poison... It may have been used but I forgot to write it down after the rescue. I have to check on the conditions of the patients in the life-sustaining tank later..."
(End of this chapter)