Warhammer: Start with a dog

Chapter 118 Bella Kahn descends to fight·begins

On the other side, the hangar assigned to the former Imperial Fists.

"Our apothecary... Why haven't you arrived yet?" Lysander took a half step anxiously. He knew that his recent mood was not very right, but when a person constantly doubts whether the things happening around him are true or not, And when you keep convincing yourself not to think about it, just accept it and deal with it, it's hard to blame him for such a small thing.

His Terminator armor has been retrieved from the armory, and the difficulties he encountered during the process include but are not limited to requiring him to make six quilts for some disgusting war blacksmith (why does he still use a full set of bedding?!), Go to the gladiatorial cage and fight with anyone for eight times with bare hands, or volunteer for a pharmacist to test antiseptics seven times.

But in short, he is now fully armed, and his other biochemical states are at their peak except for his mood. I don’t know how the armory priest here does it, but Lysander has never felt that the armor on his body is so powerful. , and more importantly, during the entire process of wearing armor, he did not encounter any profane use that he had heard or seen.

If anything, he highly doubted that many of the service machine souls here might have actually crossed the red line stipulated by the Mechanicus. Oh, and also, the skull on the iron halo behind his head has changed its shape, and the motto below has also been replaced with Obey or Die.

Brother Reverend Li Kaiwen has peacefully completed the anointing and blessing prayer for everyone's power armor and weapons: now there is a group of blacked-out pauldrons gathered in this hangar, wearing the starry skull logo and turning the armor plating into a A low-key and bright silver Terminator, the same silver-shining Centurion armor looks as new as if it has just stepped out of the forge under the spotlights in the hangar.

These forces are actually destructive weapons for most planets, but unfortunately Belakahn is a forging world with a long history, so things are not that simple.

And what they want to carry out is special operations, especially when the goal is to completely capture a forged world like this time, how to use these forces becomes a question that requires great caution.

Lysander had previously tried to use his own identity to call the Iron-Blooded's shipboard database. To his surprise, he obtained the required information without any obstacles, and it was fast, detailed and clear.

The machine soul of the Iron Blood sent him a detailed three-dimensional ground scanning map of the intended landing site, detailed information on the "Lightbringer" Titan Legion's station, and information on each member of the Machinery Council, etc., without even asking him again.

To be honest, if it weren't for the Iron Blood here, I would start to like this ship a little bit. This bad thought was wiped from Lysander's mind, and then he focused on the current events.

The power that Lysander and the others can use this time includes the 70 Terminators of the first company, 30 ordinary power armors, and 30 Centurion armors that can be connected to them. In addition, their weapons and ammunition are in the Iron Blood. ’s armory has also been replenished.

The living saint of their genetic father, His Excellency Nirayidoa, will accompany him as their side's apothecary.

There were also two squads of recruits assigned to them, whom Lysander disliked very much until Septon Niraidoa informed him of the names of the Chapters to which they originally belonged.

Lysander knew the name of that glorious but expelled sub-group, and he was heartbroken but also had a strange... mixed feeling of joy?

Kevin Li and he had already taken care of the others in advance, and they would do their best to teach each member of the two squads everything an Imperial Fist should know.

Anyway.

Lysander could think of no reason for their failure.

As long as those Iron Warriors bastards don't hold us back.

Also, when will Brother Nilaydoa come?

Finally, a figure they had been waiting for appeared at the door of the hangar.

"For the glory of Dorne!"

"Don't forget to praise the glory of the owner of this place." Ignoring the instantly pale faces of Lysander and others (you couldn't see it under the helmet anyway), Parogov walked to the front of the queue calmly, "Everyone," he After taking off his helmet, his face immediately attracted everyone's attention, "My plan is..."

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Archmagos Daedus has ruled Belakarn as the supreme ruler of the Mechanical Council here for more than three centuries. During this period, in order to save the declining production of stasis products due to the increase in the number of increasingly failing ancient equipment. , this genius master of static attitude knowledge has independently studied the oldest and deepest related technical mysteries for decades.

As for why you don't find more assistants or companions - if you are familiar with a Mechanicus sage, this situation is not surprising, because in the Ohm Messianic sect, the meaning of the term "academic struggle" has always been Since then, it has included "physically destroying the opponent's organic and inorganic existence" and "plundering all the opponent's data storage units".

There is no such thing as "academic exchange" unless it is used to release code viruses into the opponent's hard drive or to rob the storage units or even younger bodies of his apprentices.

The most famous example includes Belisarius Call himself who experienced academic bullying in which his superior used his best friend as a threat to try to plunder his body and devour his soul. Of course, in the end, The result was that, even at such a disadvantage, Call prevailed, and the intruder became part of Call's personality, now embedded in hundreds of pieces of his personality along with other parts.

Therefore, it can be seen that in the Mechanicum, "other people's secrets" are such a precious item that can lead to death, especially when the data link layer of your planet is likely to have unequal upper-level and lower-level agreements. when they share something in common with each other.

Therefore, Fisher, the junior biological sage, is now holding his secret in his arms, trudging on the frozen soil and iron-red dirty ice of Belakahn that is as cold as minus 40 degrees Celsius. The season of iron is coming, The raging wind and snow here almost froze his remaining flesh and blood into ice cubes. He could feel that the surface layer of his biochemical skin was cracking and falling down piece by piece.

But he didn't dare to stop, and he didn't dare to stop at all until he arrived at the black market spacecraft leading to the near-planet orbit platform that was occasionally mentioned in low-level data streams.

Just a few hours ago, due to the daily routine of the slave workers handling the biological wastewater effluent for the great sage Daedus, there was a malfunction, so he had to go down and manually switch the pipeline. At that time, the biological sage The optical matrix casually swept across the wastewater that was about to be treated in the container, and then Fisher was horrified to see something that should never be there: a few strands of fallen biomass fibers, and other melted fragments of tissue.

If they are a sage who specializes in logic or exploration, they may not immediately discover the problem at this moment, but unfortunately Fisher is a biological sage with a neurological orientation, and his biological analysis lens Immediately, some contents that he didn't want to know were cruelly and clearly listed in front of him.

He recognized that it was a portion of human brain nerves, and that it was in a state of decay.

All the irrational and strange details about Belakaan that have been handed down over the past decades or even centuries, and the fact that they are now in a severe shortage of resources, but the Mechanical Council is still unwilling to export them to the outside world More products in exchange for resources—never have the answers flowed through Fisher’s data loops with such clear logic.

The junior biological sage trembled all over, and disposed of the wastewater with the most carefulness and speed, and then returned to the upper level as calmly as possible, using the most reasonable reason within his authority to find an excuse to leave the gear tower of the Mechanical Council— —

The memory storage units stored in the data phylacteries are being read continuously.

Gua.

I was all planning to write about a happy spring outing, but I found out that as long as I touched any other Warhammer place other than the Iron-Blooded Ship, I wouldn’t be funny (you

There will be a wedding tomorrow and I will have to help from early in the morning until after dinner in the evening (uh ah ah and it lasts two days in a row)

SO I have to take a day off tomorrow.

Please tell the book friends to each other, and I will say it again tomorrow.

In addition, book friends who have read the previous chapter may guess that even if the process is correct, the result may not be completely correct hahahahaha

Pony has a characteristic that only he has, which was vaguely hinted at in the original text, but was unconsciously strengthened here, leading to the current result.