Chapter 518 is the Meditator, I put the Meditator! -
The courtiers, guards and servants of the Palace of Thorns have all been dismissed.
There are only a few people in the palace owner's huge, splendid but cold and empty bedroom.
On the outskirts of New Badab, the Red Pirates' fleet was intensively preparing for departure under the orders of the Black Heart King.
The self-proclaimed Warmaster Abaddon has gone to start his Thirteenth Dark Crusade, and as one of his remaining allies, Huron's fleet is just as he said when he recruited "Mercurius", The thirst for outstanding champion warriors and commanders never diminishes as time and battle unfolds, it only grows stronger.
In addition to skulls, the Red Pirates have many other urgent things to harvest.
At this time, the physical health of the Pirate King, as the supreme commander, and whether he can maintain a certain level of health along the way are indeed very important, so Hong Suo got this opportunity to establish a life and death status for his diagnosis and treatment measures. Come and try it yourself.
Apparently, both of his potential colleagues believed that Huron had mentioned to them in private more than once that he was "curious" about Mercury, a man whose talent was so incompatible with the Indomitable Starfort that it was only a little bit. None of the optimizations can save Honso's life, unless he can make a dramatic improvement in Badab Tyrant's body that is visible to the naked eye.
so.
Luft Huron, wearing his huge life-sustaining mechanical armor and sitting on a large specially made steel seat, was receiving his first examination and treatment from his new pharmacist.
This is a special chair that allows the person sitting on it to change from a sitting position to lying down without moving. Therefore, it has also begun to serve as a temporary resting place for the Pirate King many times recently. This is also the beginning of Honso's The first gift I gave to the Black-Hearted King before his diagnosis and treatment. To be honest, it was not valuable and not a precious thing, but it was indeed a pretty good idea. It made Huron suffer eternal pain. The movement of the body seemed to provide some relief.
Because he is unwilling to give up his last vestige of will - even though this will only contains revenge against the empire and has no higher aspirations - the new Badab tyrant is continuously cursed by the subspace and is between death and life. Although he didn't say anything about this, the most trusted people around him could tell that he was still very satisfied with it, because the methods he used when he was rescued and returned were limited by the conditions and materials he had during his escape. To be honest, they were so simple that they could be called a crude patchwork. The fact that they worked correctly and kept Huron alive for so many years was largely due to Amenus Var. Serkis and Galeon for their sheer talent, hard work and stuff.
Despite this——
"Look at what's going on inside this armor... Oh my goddamn fear! How could the wiring be so crudely welded directly to the nerves?! I'm going crazy... Although looking at this I can imagine how urgent the situation was. , they did incredible life-sustaining surgery and mechanical engineering for you and started it, a miracle, my lord, I have full respect for the genius work of these two masters, but I still have to say that these materials and links are really That's gross, my lord. It's going to be very, very painful."
Galen, who was watching the whole process from the side, sneered. Varsex patted the hand of the Lord of the Corpses and signaled his companions to be patient. Of course, the alchemist's own nebula array did not relax for a moment to monitor Hong Suo's movements. Currently, So far, this rookie boy who knows nothing about the world has performed perfectly except for his tongue that makes you want to cut it off.
"We need to straighten out the cables, and then make some temporary bypasses for some serious adhesions between the cables and the nerves to facilitate the first stage of re-soldering and repair surgery." Hongso muttered, taking the ink at the same time. Liss wiped his hands with the sterile fiber block prepared in advance, "Turn on the shadowless sterilization lamp, keep the angle, and hand me my laser knife, the garnet one."
Apparently, a newly minted locally renowned Khorne Berserker champion was brought in in the name of a medical operation assistant and subspace monitor. This made the Lord of the Corpses, who always had a fake smile on his face, witness this strange situation. His facial muscles twitched several times during the scene. The alchemist master looked at Honsou's "work" with more academic interest. At the same time, he was secretly thinking that maybe he could also find a suitable experimental subject. , transform into an assistant that suits your needs...?
"Uh...hiss...uh huh huh...uh huh huh huh..."
The Pirate King's mouth was half open, and the injured half of his face was completely stiff and crooked. A trace of silvery fluid was spilling out of the corner of his mouth along the corner of his dry and broken mouth, dripping onto his undulating, stripped blood vessels. On the gray skin that is easily "maintained" by most of the nerves, a small pool of accumulated fluid forms between the mechanical clavicle and the piston muscle on the side of the neck.
"Oh, I'm sorry, sir, in order to convey your will, I have to build a temporary synaptic pathway for you first..." The pharmacist stopped the exploratory surgery in his hands and began to study the tyrant's skull, always looking at the tyrant's skull. His strange pet Hamadria, which was jumping behind the tyrant's head or on his shoulders, had long since hid behind the curtain of subspace and disappeared without a trace.
Valsex moved, seeming a little worried about his master, and wanted to step forward to give Honso an off-site reminder - the head is too important to be messed with by a novice. He doesn't know how to carefully open the Black Heart King. The skull may cause him additional damage——
"Oh! Yes! I think this is here..." With the sound of the sealing bolts being opened one by one by the screwdriver carried on the medical arm, the right half of Huron's head radiated an unpleasant smell and leakage from the inside. The suppressed hissing sound was also exposed to the eyes of Honso and Mercurius as was the right half of his chest that was opened.
The Iron Warrior Potion Master's eyes lit up, and Mercury gasped.
More than one-third of Luft Huron's body was melted alive by the melta attack he suffered before his final escape. Literally, his skin and flesh were like lit candles. When the wax oil deformed, flowed, and cooled, it was completely fused with the metal armor shell and the interior that were melted at the same time.
The same was true for the bones inside half of his body. Mercury couldn't help but notice that the bones were already gray and charred in color, as if no one had cleaned or moved them since they were charred for the last time. , hung together with the pale internal organs that had lost too much blood, had almost no body temperature, and were wrapped in discolored human fat and fascia, hanging on the bionic mechanical devices that occupied more positions inside his body.
Although the Badab tyrant seemed complete and humanoid when he appeared in front of his people and villains, now that he is sitting here, under the pale surgical light, completely opened, they will discover his true nature. How badly it was burned - Honso said Yes, he should have died from this kind of injury, either from the burnt injury itself or from the severe pain caused by these huge open surgical wounds - but Luft Huron managed to survive. He came down and started his current family business again in a wild land.
Mercury was horrified to find that at least in this matter, he had a little bit of admiration for Huron's will to survive and his tenacity to endure pain. Then he thought calmly that he didn't really have any real admiration for the traitor himself. The more he learned about his deeds, the more he had the impression that "this son must be replaced if he cannot be kept", but that he The utmost respect that a fair and sane mind can have for such an inhuman achievement.
After thinking about this, he returned his attention to the surgery in front of him.
Honsou asked him to carefully move the light closer to Huron's skull. He saw that the traitor pirate king's pupils shrank to the size of a pinhead under the white light, and now it was making unconscious but regular tremors: Iron Warrior Potion Master A small mechanical tentacle was led from the medical arm armor to the fingertips, and it was carefully probed into the same direction along the direction of the metal muscle fiber bundles, piston joints, and conductive biological cable bundles covered with light yellow lubricating fluid and black grease. The brain appears unnaturally off-white and dotted with many tiny solder joints.
"Well...I think it's here...the fucking eyes of fear! This brain area looks fine on the outside, but why is it so badly burned on the inside...Okay...I have to be careful and try not to cause more The wound... I'll take a look... Okay, that's it, please try to say something, sir."
"Ah...ahem...ahem! That's it, add...Honso, that's it." It was like someone pushed a switch back to the correct position, and the dead muscles on the tyrant's crooked face were reconnected. With the nerve signals coming from the brain, his face regained its coordination, and Mercurius saw the Pirate King subconsciously suck the dripping saliva back into his mouth, indicating that he had encountered this kind of stroke-like attack on a mortal more than once.
Then the Pirate King raised the brow bone muscle on one side of his eyebrow in surprise, "This feeling..."
"How does it feel? My lord."
"Very good." Huron's words no longer sounded like growls or growls. It was obvious that the connections between brain synapses and nerves had been well modified. "Very smooth." However, he glanced at Mercurius and expressed his approval. Changed to a threat, "But this is not enough, Honso, you promised me more."
"Of course. Sir. But today is just the first phase of examination and preliminary surgery. I know you will be very busy next." The pharmacist even smiled, "Let me adjust the neural link and self-cleaning function of the auxiliary ventilator for you. At the same time, how about correcting the balance of your hip joints and finding a more reasonable distribution of force? - But I admit that my mechanical talents are not as good as those of Master Valserx. Maybe we can work together for a short time?" "You can't change it casually? "The master of alchemy and the master of the forge came over and said, "The reaction speed of the left and right needs a lot of debugging, and the ventilator can suck out the sputum and sputum inside through the suction pipe installed behind the side chest. Pus.”
"Ah, your point of view is very correct, Master. But maybe... you see, this is a conclusion that I have just entered and calculated through Lord Huron's actual body monitoring data," Honso said towards Mercury who was aside. Si stretched out his hand, and the other party looked at Hong Suo with obvious disbelief and warning, but immediately nodded and pretended to say, "The calculation has been completed." Then he reported a series of data to them.
Valsex looked at Honso's "work" with admiration, "You also integrated the meditator into his body? What a genius idea! This is so convenient! The perfect laboratory assistant!"
"Yes." Honso pretended to shrug indifferently, but everyone could see his nervous thoughts. Huron and Valserx's eyes met: the Iron Warrior Apothecary seemed really obsessed with His research and techniques are so reassuring in masking emotions.
"I integrated two additional cogitators into his body, so he can still control his emotions... It's great, isn't it?"
Even Galen couldn't refuse this topic, even though the way he looked at Mercury now began to look like he wanted to cut him open for study.
So in a new workplace atmosphere that seemed very harmonious (?), Honsou's first diagnosis and treatment of Huron came to a perfect conclusion.
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"What are you thinking about?" Honso asked.
"Nothing." Mercurius replied after regaining consciousness. The diagnosis and treatment had been successfully completed. They were still in the Palace of Thorns and were walking towards the apron where the colorful Thunder Eagles and Storm Birds were parked.
A Thunderhawk from the Indomitable hangar had already landed on the berth, waiting to take them back to the fortress.
It has not yet replaced the beautiful blue paint on its fuselage with the common red or other colors here, and no one in the strictly managed Indomitable hangar dares to graffiti the God of Darkness on its fuselage. However, the Imperial eagle emblem and the eye-catching white U-shaped emblem on both sides and front of it were scratched off by Vanus after thoughtfully consulting the original body before being marked with a red cross indicating a relationship with the Red Pirates as an ally or mercenary. go.
Before they walked along the ramp, Mercury glanced at the cockpit. The pilot inside was wearing a gun-steel-colored ancient Mark III power armor. There were black and yellow stripes on the shoulder armor, and the style was obviously unyielding. The one on the ship - a more "horizontal and vertical" concise style than the other undivided Chaos warriors here. He felt slightly relieved and stepped onto the ramp formed by lowering the hatch.
The hatch closed, and Mercury turned and took a step along the rear cabin that had been modified to carry a Dreadnought, then sat down on the steel bench.
"Has it been renovated here?"
"Yes." The Potion Master nodded, also showing a slightly mentally exhausted look, "I told them to reserve space for carrying Dreadnoughts or mechas in the future, because we are Iron Warriors, so no one was suspicious. . By the way, I asked Grendel to make sure there are no bugs here."
"Very good."
"Luft Huron." A hint of hesitation appeared on the face covered with runes and magic circles, and the demigod with a devilish appearance spoke, "His state...he shouldn't be alive."
"Indeed." The master of medicine replied unceremoniously, "But he survived."
"Can he be considered alive when he is like that? He obviously made a deal with evil things, those things of chaos, those powers of the subspace, those..." Robert Guilliman hesitated to choose a word, "Those The devil, he made a deal with the devil”
A sarcastic smile appeared on Hong Suo's lips.
"Obviously that's the case, sir, but as far as I'm concerned, at least the material basis that keeps his body alive is not a big problem. There are many samples of his level in the underground secret rooms of some institutions in the decadent empire, let alone Those mechanical scavengers are similar to some of the savage morticians I used to see in Karan... In other words, I can indeed repair him, and even make him get rid of part of the warp curse to some extent... , I mean, physical pain and the like.”
"His entire body has been burned and more than half of it has been removed. How can you still perform follow-up treatment? Yes, after all, this is a fragment of your dream..."
Hong Suo curled his lips, and the Iron Warrior's voice was as soft as seduction.
"But... you are a Primarch, my father's holy brother, and if you need me to keep him in this pain as punishment for his betrayal and crimes... I will be happy to do so."
For a moment, the red-armored warrior sitting opposite him seemed to show approval and joy of revenge, but then he pursed his lips.
"I am very eager for revenge...but courage and glory must not be lost either." Guilliman solemnly expressed the divine will with a devil's face, "If we don't adhere to our own moral principles, who are we different from them?" < br>
"With all due respect, not only them, but the methods of most of the armies and organizations in the current empire are not 'moral' at all, dear uncle."
"I know." Amber eyes looked at Honso again, "But you actually have - or at least my brother, your father taught you to be moral, right? No need to test me, although in this area In the dream where subspace and reality overlap, I can do whatever I want, but I don’t intend to let myself indulge to the point where I can easily lose control, and I won’t lose control. Don’t worry, put away your tone and leave it to others. Use it.”
"...As you wish, Your Highness."
(End of chapter)