Chapter 515 Kobold, did you draw this white card or this orange card today? -
"...The predecessor of the Red Pirates Chapter was a member of the Maelstrom Guard organization that guarded the Maelstrom, called the Star Claw Chapter.
Their archival records have been endeavored to be erased from Imperial history and archives by the Edict of Annihilation, also known as the DamnatioMemoriae.
The exact time of the founding of the Star Claws and the source of their gene seeds can only be relied on speculation. It was around the founding period of the Dark Army (M35). They may be the descendants of the First or Thirteenth Primarch - although I don't know why. As the Chapter Master, Luft Huron himself is not entirely sure, but considering that he actually only took over the position of Chapter Master in 697.M41, and the Badab War ended in 912.M41 , and from 912 to now, the speed of time in the Maelstrom is as unreliable as that in the Eye of Terror, so with all calculations, the time that has passed through the remaining body of Luft Huron will not exceed five hundred years. ”
"Five hundred years... no, even if you haven't entered Dauntless for more than three hundred years, you are already an extremely rare veteran."
After Honso used a deliberately suppressed tone of triumph mixed with the return of a nouveau riche, and deliberately used the public channel to announce his triumphant return and such rich loot, he finally contacted the ruler of the Palace of Thorns.
After some exchanges, the Indomitable Starfort made a beautiful emergency hover gesture and finally entered the farthest orbit around New Badab that Luft Huron allowed them to enter, and began to orbit The dim planet was spinning, with Hell's Iris just inside its orbit. Its weapons systems were still not warmed up, and the gun barrels of other ships were still pointed at them.
But this was not a problem for someone. After the Potion Master asked the Primarch to help him arrange everything, the group of them boarded the Thunderhawk with Vanus as the pilot and began to fly towards the Palace of Thorns. go.
On the way, Guilliman - or from now on, the red-armored warrior we will call him "Mercurius" commented as he looked at the scenery passing by outside the window.
Honso's detailed experience in the Imperial Adeptus Astartes was actually not as good as that of Vanus, who had served as the Fourth Captain of the Raven Guard for more than a hundred years, so the former Raven Guard naturally took over the words of the Primarch.
“Generally speaking, after three hundred years of successful service, most members are either in the First Company, or are buried in the Dreadnought, or in a few cases, they are sent out or go to the Tenth Company to serve as company commanders and instructors. The current service life of most Imperial Astartes is about more than 100 to more than 200 years, and veterans who can live for more than 400 years are often either deeply blessed or outstanding."
"Luft Huron..." the primarch pondered. "You said, it is rumored that he may be my heir?"
"Yes, my lord - Mercurius." Honso replied, "I have not obtained enough biological samples to verify the source of his genetic sequence, so his genetic sequence is still in doubt."
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If there is any doubt, then it is doubtful, but in my power armor database with extremely complete data, it is strange that the genetic sequences of Huron and Red Pirate are also displayed as "questionable". But Hongsuo would not say this anymore, he was more concerned about another thing.
"Sir, if. I mean, if he is really your heir, and as we all know, heirs will always have some abnormalities or strange unexplainable blood sensations when they see their genetic father..." The Potion Master cautiously said Wording, "How would you respond?"
Guilliman—or rather, Mercurius, who was holding a picture full of spells and lost magic circles, and with two small sharp horns on his forehead, looked at the cabin with his amber eyes. The other two members of the group then laughed.
"I believe in my brother's current technical abilities, although he may have been misunderstood or underestimated, if he really achieved what you call the feat, led the rest of our brothers to escape and established the world that I have seen A miraculous creation base like the Iron Blood, then.”
He pondered for a moment, and the long scroll of scripture parchment wrapped around his waist and limbs swayed slightly.
"Then maybe Luft Huron will feel that... I am very close to him."
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Facts have proved that whether this prediction was made casually or based on precise calculations can be said to be correct, but it can also be said to be the complete opposite.
Because when their thunder eagle landed under the dome of the square in front of the Palace of Thorns, which was built to show off their martial arts and show off the huge trophy fragments that had caused damage to the empire, the heavily armed Huron Guards surrounded them with weapons, although No shots were fired, but it looked more like an escort than an escort.
The members of the Thunderhawk appeared in their visors one after another, and when the last red-armored warrior appeared in everyone's field of vision, the crowd started to commotion - the Word Bearers were among the many Chaos warbands, especially The warband who was born in the Ultramarines still didn't say that he was very good, but when they noticed that his shoulder armor with the emblem had been worn away, they could still calm down. After all, they had the power of their own. Armor is colorful and can be found in any war group.
"I have accomplished the service I promised to Lord Huron when I left, and I have returned to meet the Blackheart King and obtain my rightful status from him." Honso took a step forward and spread his hands to show that he was not holding a weapon. " Didn't Lord Huron tell you?"
His eyes scanned the helmets of the crowd one by one, and the wonder, majesty and natural high position brought by the facts were like invisible waves passing over the crowd, but no one backed away.
"Then what does this mean?" He pointed at the raised gun.
"This is a test." The terminators of different colors, but the common feature is the red The Chaos Astartes with huge mechanical arms and other additional servo equipment, the iconic ancient legacy nebula array and the neuralgia-striking metal whips in his hands all mark this as Amenus Valthex, the former Star Claw. , the forge master of the Red Pirates, a mechanical master, a genius designer of life-support machinery and a craftsman who combines iron and flesh, he is one of the few people that Huron himself can completely trust.
"What test?" Hongsuo looked appropriately offended, but not as rude as ordinary warlords. On the contrary, he had a little bit of uprightness that only scientific researchers could detect. "Lord Huron made a request, and I completed the task, and I just wanted to prove my medical ideas and scientific research strength. Curing him will be my proudest achievement and honor, and it will also be my contribution to the corrupt realm of the false emperor. The biggest counterattack.”
Valsex nodded and calmed down his tone a little. "Lord Huron... noticed that in the fleet you sent back earlier, the senior officers were almost all fast strike troops and assault troops. In addition to you and Grendel, your charge troops and important main force also lacked a A lieutenant with superior force comes to command the defense forces of the Star Fortress and the Astartes warband——"
Grendel moved his lips, as if he wanted to growl, but held back.
Valsex's eyes stayed on the Iron Warrior whose temperament had changed for a second, and then returned his eyes to Hongsuo.
The war blacksmith's blue eyes looked at the Astartes gathered here wearing colorful Terminator power armor, and then stared at the forge master's eyepiece, "So this is... an honor duel. Test?" His facial muscles showed his inner uneasiness, Valserx thought to himself, he was still too young and not experienced enough.
"This is an honor." The Lord of the Forge replied coldly but politely, "Your achievements are so dazzling, so my Lord sent his best warriors to gather here to determine the most powerful one on the spot. The champion gives you as your adjutant and vanguard, and it will belong to your fleet from now on. He will lead your personal guards to be stationed on the star fortress you captured. This will greatly enhance our strength and better serve us. The wight's empire of lies takes our revenge."
Shit! This is to pick apples and peaches directly from Weiga!
It’s because I was originally a low-profile Iron Warrior war blacksmith, and it was my first time here, and Uluwente was also killed, so I dared to do this! If it were replaced by those old warlords or warbands of veterans of the eternal war, do you think Luft Huron would be so blatant and use such a poor excuse to stuff his own people on the Indomitable as soon as they landed? At least you have to act like a courteous corporal.
Despite this, the war blacksmith's brain was working rapidly at the same time, trying to find a way to break the situation from the conversation——
A hand reached out from behind to grab his shoulder armor, and then pushed him carelessly behind him.
"A one-on-one duel, right?"
The warrior wearing worn red armor engraved with runes and patterns, and a skull with traces of subspace mutation said so. His amber eyes eagerly looked at everyone around him, and the warriors he targeted were all. Subconsciously entering a state of highly tense battle preparation, it felt as if he was being stared at by the eyes of... some invisible behemoth behind him. "I'll come."
He grinned, and everyone saw his gleaming canine teeth.
This is a Word Bearer apostle who controls a very dangerous demon. They judged it almost at the same time, and at the same time their eyes glanced at the chain ax that was lifted up and slapped with the other hand. The two-handed ax was as light and flexible as a dagger in his single hand. The other party to the pact he makes may be a Khorne bloodletter or even an archdemon.
Based on this basic judgment, in the end, most of the first batch of people who came out to fight him were followers of the Blood God.
Honso, on the other hand, stood there with the other two companions and watched their new "companion" take action.
The first one to attack was a Khorne berserker wearing black armor.
This guy let out a high, excited shout, jumped up and waved his ax with both hands, slashing at the red-armored warrior who was still standing there without making a defensive counterattack or moving!
No one.
No warrior's eyes or eyepieces could capture his movements.
The red-armored warriors seemed to move only slightly, and then they saw the body of the first attacker, cut into two pieces at the waist, raining down spectacular fireworks of internal organs in mid-air.
Then he ran.
He ran into the second and third opponents rushing towards him.
The massacre began.
Hong Suo looked at what was happening in front of him and had only one description in his mind.
"There is no single enemy."
On this day, what happened in this hall will never be forgotten by the survivors.
When Valserx came back to his senses and hurriedly shouted to stop, the towering columns were already covered with steaming blood, and there were many bodies, pieces of meat, internal organs, heads and blood that were still humanoid or only half-cut. It formed a scarlet carpet - it was the marching route of the red-armored warriors brought by Hong Suo in the hall.
No one can stop him.
Even the Terminator's defense is as fragile as chopping melons and vegetables under his axe.
Now the remaining warriors are completely dazzled by this absolute force, extraordinary strength, and incomparable majesty!
He looked around, holding up the ax in his hand that was still dripping with blood.
"I am the chosen one! I am the son of revenge! I am the champion! Who refuses to accept it?!"
The berserkers surrounded him, raising their arms and shouting.
"Praise the Blood God! Champion!! Champion!! Champion!!!"
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Champion of Khorne Guilliman!
Honsou would have almost applauded loudly at the absurdity of this reality - if he were still the war blacksmith Honsou who had not been picked up by his fathers to join the Destiny Steel and be blessed with a new position and a young apprentice who could show off his skills. words.
If that were the case, he would probably not only applaud at this moment, but also make a big fuss about this shocking scandal, dropping illusions, leaflets, and rumors on the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar and Macragge, insisting on shouting... The Ultramarines, Uriel Ventris and Pasanius were so disgraced that they could not defend themselves and became a thorn in the flesh of the Empire and the Inquisition!
But unfortunately.
He now serves his most majestic father, and his great and kind father obviously does not want to sacrifice his life for his father who sits on the throne, but he also has no intention of killing his brothers one by one or bringing their reputation into disrepute... …Bar?
Of course, if...he would do it for Gene Father.
He turned his thoughts back to the grand occasion in front of him. The original body, which was wearing camouflaged red armor, with a facial tattoo and a pair of horns, did not show any difficulty. He was holding a blood-stained giant ax high and circled the field to show off. Looking at his severed head, this is really a vivid Chaos Astartes!
During this time together, the Potion Master had discovered a trait of the Thirteenth Primarch that might not be valued by some of his brothers, but that Honso personally found very useful: Robert Guilliman was extremely powerful. He is good at making every conversation partner drop their guard after just a few words and begin to unknowingly start to express their true opinions, and he will try his best to make the conversation partners from completely different classes, races or any other classification To feel that one's words are taken seriously and listened to - which translates into the words of a certain Chapter Master as "people speak their own words, and ghosts speak their own lies."
Hongsuo privately felt that although this was different from any combat capability or other intuitive, clear, and violent display of power, and could not achieve immediate results or achieve a large number of results in a short period of time, it was indeed an extremely remarkable, Extraordinary talent that can change the world - why does this sound a bit familiar? never mind. He would learn this skill by referring to the words and deeds of the Lord of the Ultramarines during this rare experience.
He also had some guesses as to why he was immune to this talent - obviously Vannus and Grendel could only do so without actively or passively exposing their lies. Didn't you see that Vannus' "office service" "The abilities appeared inexplicably! However, there is this kind of unexpected crooked blessing, and it is good to make use of it...
Next... he looked towards the end of the hall.
The door to the throne room slowly opened.
(End of chapter)