Chapter 516 Please, Lord Guilliman, my good highness

The undisputed championship battle, full of glory and blood, finally ended with the complete defeat and surrender of the challengers. After the end, the remaining warriors gathered around the newly joined strong man and fell into a carnival and ecstasy mood. Heat, hormones and thin blood mist surged in the hall, and a faint red light began to shine on the people participating in the battle. In everyone's body and eyes.

There are no slaves or servitors sent to clean up the corpses on the ground. The flesh, blood and bone pulp are trampled under the various ceramic boots. Even if it is not a skull harvesting feast, it is still in the maelstrom. , losers can only eat dust.

Honso, Vanus, and Grendel watched this strange and enthusiastic carnival with cold eyes, as if they were welcoming the return of "Mercurius" instead of his real master.

However, Valserx, the forge master who had already learned about the possibility of their cooperation in advance, did not intend to let him go so easily.

"He is your new work, right? An excellent..." The genius alchemist master of the Red Pirates was thinking about the most appropriate wording, "A very excellent work. I congratulate you, Warsmith Honso, perhaps we should give you a new, more appropriate nickname in the future, such as - but, for now, if you don't have a good handle on your new subordinate, I'd be happy to offer some help. "

A strange light shone in the depths of the alchemist's eyepiece, "Perhaps it would be a good idea to share your biological experiment data at the same time."

"Perhaps. "Yeah." Honso replied noncommittally, but obviously he didn't take the other person's words seriously. He was more concerned about the word Valsex used before, so he pretended to see through it and then concealed his surprise well, with a slight anger. Then he asked the other party with half a degree of pride, "How did you know that he was my new work?"

"Ah~oh, sure enough." The last note of the alchemist's words rarely brought out some of his fellow students. The fun of (calligraphy) (nerd) expert (zi) writers discovering each other’s hidden little technical easter eggs, “That’s it, I suggest you, Hong Suo, if you don’t want to expose the depth of your eyes to a piece of art on such an occasion next time If you are anxious and concerned about your beloved perfect work, it is best to wear a helmet and let the visor and eyepieces cover up all your thoughts and subtle eyes - when you look at him, it is as if I saw myself looking at purity from the reagent bottle. The reflection in Gene Seed’s eyes cannot deceive anyone.”

"Oh, oh." The war blacksmith seemed to have some nerves relaxed due to the exposed fact, "Indeed, indeed. - But how can you be sure that he is not the dark apostle who appeared in front of me on his own initiative?"< br>
“You?” The alchemist was truly confused this time, “But your past reputation and qualifications are completely unrevealed... As far as I know, the Word Bearers’ Dark Council’s target criteria for selecting and dispatching the Apostle Team There are still some minimum requirements, unless..." Valsex's eyepiece flashed, and a stern warning flashed on Honso's single-chip medical eyepiece: the Nebula Array was increasing its energy level.

Looking at the surprised forge master, the war blacksmith immediately showed a smile to win back the victory to interrupt the other party's doubts, "Actually."

Hon Suo suppressed his voice Very low, just enough for Valserx's enhanced hearing to hear, "It is true that he came uninvited, but he actually came from a failed Dark Apostle team, and all his companions and slaves were dead. , he was the only one left. We found him in a stasis position in the drifting wreckage, but he was well-preserved. Therefore, I performed some trivial surgeries on him after examination. Of course, they are not as good as what you did for me, Master. What Lord Huron has done is enough to worry a novice like me."

The master alchemist showed a helpful and understanding expression, "Indeed." He couldn't help but lower his voice. The small joy of unexpectedly obtaining fresh materials in the laboratory, "Using it for experiments will not cause trouble, and the preservation state is also very good... No wonder you..."

The two technicians looked at each other and smiled, and Amenus Varsex began to feel that having such a colleague was not a bad choice. If Honso could always be so understanding and willing to contribute his brainpower, If he could heal Valserx's master and promote the continuation of the new blood of the Red Pirates, he wouldn't be able to protect Honso in front of Galen.

But now...

Just when he was about to make another proposal, they saw the red-armored warrior surrounded by powerful warriors throwing away the head in his hand and walking towards them .

Then, under the admiring gaze of Valsex, he stood silently behind Honso, lowered his head slightly and put the giant ax back behind his back, which made the other warriors momentarily Looking at each other.

“What?”

One of the warriors wearing the same bright red power armor asked almost in a guttural roar. He had thick blond hair, but they had long become scattered and neglected, and were stuck into strands with blood and scraps of flesh. Long, stiff strips of hair rested on the edge of his helmet seal and shoulder armor. His canine teeth protruded, his eyes were red, and his beard was thick. However, the chapter emblem scratched out by a red cross on his shoulder armor was blurry. It can be seen that it is a drop of blood in the white round blade.

"You are the favorite of the Blood God and the champion of war. Why do you surrender to him? He seems to be invincible to you! Cut off his head! Then you can become the new owner of his legacy! We will all support you!”

“Don’t talk nonsense.” Another soldier whose power armor was painted in dark black, with a little bit of white visible on the worn-off shoulder armor, said relatively calmly, “That day. Not at the Skull Reaping Feast."

"I didn't make it back because the engine of the boat blew up!" He muttered, sounding like a beast speaking with human vocal cords. Afterwards, I cut off my head for a long time to calm down - what? Is it possible that this guy can beat him?"

"The leader he recognized is the champion of this year's Skull Harvesting Feast." The warrior in black armor replied, "It was he who set the fastest championship record since the Skull Harvest." He nodded slightly to Honso, "Lord Honso, the war blacksmith of the Iron Warriors, a legend The newcomer was the one who killed Pushtok Uluvente without any injuries after a single encounter. ”

Obviously, the Blood God Champion of the Blood Skeleton War Gang had a great reputation here. The unconvinced Berserker snorted heavily, but it could be regarded as acknowledging the existence of this combat achievement.

"Then." Valserx announced, "We can take care of the matter of selecting warriors later. Let's go to the throne room to meet my lord, the great Luft Huron."

The Potion Master nodded and looked calmly at "Mercurius" who had been silent since just now.

"Let's go." He said at last.

Then the group of them followed the doors that opened one after another and entered the exquisite and luxurious throne room of the Black Heart King again.

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Luft Huron was already sitting on his throne, waiting for the group of people who came to see him.

He had learned what happened a short time earlier through the servo skull in the hall, Valserx's report and other channels.

This made him worried and happy. The happy thing was that if Honso was really as he said, he was impressed by Huron, so he traveled thousands of miles from the Eye of Fear to the Maelstrom to come and fight for If he serves, then the new Khorne champion that Honsou acquired can be regarded as half of his own men, adding another vanguard to the Indomitable. It just makes up for the missing Uruvente, which is a good thing for strength; the worry is that he will have to find another excuse to reach out to the Indomitable in the future, such a large and complete star fortress... If we can't fully confirm our grasp, it's not safe to park so close to New Badab after all... Also, what happened to his little pet?

Hamadria, a sort of witness to the deal he made with the High when he fled into the Maelstrom, now uncharacteristically lurks in the shadow of his massive life-sustaining power armor, turning himself into a thin thread. The thin snake hid inside as if preparing to hibernate.

In the past, it always became very active and full of voyeurism when new people came, providing Huron with clues about the other person's mood and lies. Now it seemed as if it sensed the arrival of some natural enemy or beast. Huron felt that his mind suddenly became quiet. The whispers, sarcasms and temptations that always appeared in my ears seemed to become insignificant.

Just as he wrinkled the eyebrows on his broken face with difficulty, the last inner door of the throne room opened, and Hong Suo and his party walked in.

Hamadria, this deformable subspace creature has almost turned itself into a flat paper strip, sticking tightly to the deepest gap in the power armor.

What could be causing this? Could it be...

Huron's dark eyes wandered back and forth among the five people who walked in, and finally stopped on the strange warrior in red armor. His eyes struck the opponent's shoulder armor with the badge worn off. He turned around and looked at the incantations, magic circles and unknown patterns engraved on the surface of his power armor. Of course, there were also his horned forehead bones and his head and face that were also tattooed with symbols and patterns.

...I always feel that he is a little...kind? Why do you feel this way? witchcraft? You can't look at these runes and patterns too much.

He gasped, waiting for the pus blocked in his throat to be sucked away by the tube inserted into the side of his neck. Since the last time he received treatment from the alchemist and potion master, his right cheek, neck and chest had been The scalpel and cutting welding gun were used to cut again, and after adjusting the relationship between the machine and the flesh and blood, they were re-sutured. The flesh and blood on the wound was twisted and accumulated due to too frequent incisions and sutures, and the skin looked gray and cold due to blood loss. The life-sustaining steel wrapped under the skin was rough and painful, but Huron endured it, and has been enduring the severe pain of his body being melted and burned, repeatedly cut and sutured, and being sewn to the metal to give orders and command the Red Pirates. Their current world was created in the great whirlpool.

Among them, Hamadriya's ability to peer into the soul and perceive emotions really helped him a lot in the process.

But his psychic pet has never behaved like this before. Even when faced with enchanters or summoned demons, it has never been so stiff.

Strange. The last time Honso came, Hamadria was very uneasy for a time. Although it seemed to be normal again after that, he still remembered it.

Huron thought, although the Word Bearers are indeed famous for making demonic pacts, the followers of the Blood God may not have the patience to improve their sorcery skills. As we all know, the God of War hates psychic powers, unless this one The status and power of the devil... Well, it seems that Honso is a rising star, not a dazzling meteor that passes by in a flash, so your attitude towards him should be a little...
< br>Honso had already reached the steps of the throne, and the war blacksmith bowed deeply to the huge tyrant himself on the throne.

"Fortunately, my lord." Honso said, raising his head and boldly staring into the eyes of the Black-Hearted King. He seemed to be trying hard to suppress his excitement and honor, and even trembled slightly.

I haven’t seen such true sincerity from any of his subordinates for a long time. Luft Huron almost fell into a trance for a moment. It seemed that he was still wearing silver armor and had the name of the Guardian of the Maelstrom. The years reappear before our eyes.

But then, darkness and coldness returned to him: this is a maelstrom of the jungle, and sincerity and belief in sincerity are one of the most unnecessary emotions.

"Well done, Honso, the results are quite remarkable." He nodded, "The position you requested from me before departure will be your wish. I allow you to join our pharmacist and forger. Among the masters, check my body."

The mechanical noise just appeared in the majestic and hoarse voice of the Black Heart King, making him frown unnoticeably and paused.

"Excellent! Sir!" The master of pharmacy immediately replied as if he was following a snake, sounding as if he was a little out of control due to being too ecstatic, "Then wait until I get back to arrange for Etasiya and the others to settle in. I will come to check your body immediately after that!”

The tyrant’s next step was interrupted, and he turned his eyes to the newcomer behind Hongsuo displeased.

"Who is this warrior?" he asked Honso. "I have not seen him at the previous skull harvest, but his bravery has been conveyed to me by the attendants from the antechamber. Warrior, what is your name? Enter Come and reply to me, I allow you to kiss my weapon.”

The red-armored warrior still lowered his head slightly, motionless as if he hadn’t heard anything.

"Uh, sir, he has just recovered from near-death and undergone head surgery..." The war blacksmith showed a well-controlled but extremely worried mood, and he didn't even need to worry. With Madria's help, Huron's contract-enhanced senses could detect it.

"I'm asking this warrior, not you, but I also appreciate your medical skills, Hong Suo." The Black Heart King stared at the red-armored warrior with his head slightly lowered, "Come forward. Look at me."

The amber eyes met the cloudy irises for an instant.

"Ah," Huron's attendant heard him whisper.

“What is the name of the warrior?”

“Mercules.”

“Will you serve me? I will give you mighty armies and ships. You burn, kill and loot freely, spreading the anger and terror of revenge to every corner of the decayed empire."

The champion with devilish horns slowly shook his head, "Thank you for your kindness." His voice was almost unhuman, low and ancient, sounding strangely full of fiery rage yet extremely restrained, like a volcano filled with lava—or a powerful demon hiding beneath his tattooed skin and flesh. Down, ready to come out.

As if a bloody corpse that had been chewed in the mouth countless times had its marrow sucked out by sharp teeth, a sentence was squeezed out of the mouth of the warrior who called himself Mercurius. "My contract has been made with the man before you, the war blacksmith Hong Suo."

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Don’t explode.

Please.

Please, Lord Guilliman, my lord, my lord, my good highness! ! ! ! !

You can go back to the Indomitable and we can get angry as much as we want behind closed doors, but don’t explode now.

Please believe that this is a dream and don’t say anything weird!

The Most High Father! Kind father! Lord of Steel! My eternal master! Please bless me! Hold on to your brother! Don't take advantage of it! Don't take advantage of it! Don't force me to kill all these precious samples in the end! I haven’t extracted living tissue, done biopsy sections, and haven’t done drug observation experiments yet——————

as well as.

——Great, finally, finally over.

These were the loudest thoughts that were screaming in Honso's mind before he returned to the Indomitable and kept his expression until the docking cabin door fell.

Then...

He turned around numbly.

Vanus and Grendel had already reduced their presence to a minimum and slipped away with their own excuses.

Forget it.

My shield can't be broken anyway, what's wrong with letting the Primarch smash my belongings? We can afford it... what the hell!

(End of this chapter)