Warhammer: Start with a dog

Destiny Steel

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Pharmacist's Suite

The Lord of Iron, Apothecary Honso, leader of the "Silver Skull" Chapter, is sitting at his desk in his own private room, sorting out data.

Following the Chapter's latest rules on confinement, he was not allowed to leave his personal bedroom, not to go to the operating room or workshop, and was required to fast.

To be honest, fasting is not a big problem, but he does miss a little bit, just a little bit, the new variety of hot Reca coffee recently developed by the father of genes, which is double concentrated and topped with extremely fine low-temperature synthetic beef. The kind grandma makes.

The pharmacist's internal and external communication channels were also cut off, so after he compiled the data on the last topic on "How to split gene seeds at high speed and reduce the rate of information loss", for the first time in his life, he began to feel an indescribable feeling. , the feeling of having nothing to do, emptiness and relaxation.

This prompted the former warsmith, who had spent his entire life in combat, to unconsciously slump in his chair like the primarch on the bridge, and begin to think about some additional trivial matters.

To be honest, he didn't expect that he would be able to leave the original body's office with his beard and tail intact.

After all, even the lowest warband servants on Medlengard knew who the Iron Lord was targeting with his strongest hatred, not to mention that he actually used the Iron Lord's laboratory to cultivate such a pure creature. Imperial Fists.

Although his attitude towards the primarch was very - well - bold and forthright at the time, there was also a part of Honsou who sincerely believed that the best outcome for him at that time might be to be punched into the wall like Berossus. Then if you are lucky, go directly to the Dreadnought Sarcophagus.

As for the worst ending, it's hard to say which one would die more tragically, being shot at close range with a molecular disintegration cannon and seeing every cell in one's body being shattered into molecules alive, or being torn into pieces and stuffed into a hell beast. It might be the hell beast.

So there is only one truth.

He moved his buttocks in the chair. The new lumbar pillow that Parogov had sewn for him out of synthetic lambskin scraps fit perfectly... This guy's ability to sew human skin - no, his ability to sew wounds is really better than his predecessor...

Hongsuo's thoughts rarely wandered for a few seconds. He hoped that those old guys who had "little accidents" there every day wouldn't make any mess that his well-behaved apprentice couldn't clean up. Then he would have to hold his nose and start maintaining multiple machines. Fearless...

Speaking of which, why did Elder Khadomo's fearlessness never require a pharmacist to replace his nutrient solution and artificial amniotic fluid?

Ah, I thought too far, so there is only one truth!

The apothecary thought proudly, those old guys couldn't guess what the dark prince's conspiracy was, or what the corruption of the Crystal Maze was. In my opinion, the blessing received by the original body must be...

The roar of the Storm Cannon shells poured out by the Iron Ring soldiers outside the gate almost coincided with Honso's action of turning over and jumping up to grab his weapon.

In only 0.001 seconds, the researcher who was lazily and leisurely thinking about gossip disappeared, and the bloodthirsty and cold eyes reappeared in the eyes of the war blacksmith.

He raised his weapon and looked warily at the door, which was filled with smoke and molten iron, and at the presence of some warp entity with ominous traces of blood and greasy vapors of corpse oil.

"Very welcoming, but I don't remember inviting guests. Who are you?"

The monster - the huge lifeless thing entrenched in the cooked corpse of the Iron Warrior, stared at the Chaos Astartes in front of him with its bright yellow sickly eyes.

From the meticulously cared silver-edged white armor to the brand new finely crafted power ax in Hong Suo's hand, it finally glared resentfully at Hong Suo's well-looking and alert face, and its tattered throat emitted a bloody sound. Roar——

"Found...! Honso...! Honso of Calangal! Lord of the Bottomless Cave! No! It shouldn't be like this! You must! You must finish...! The Son of Destiny has been there from the beginning. !You must let him be born!”

The Potion Master frowned.

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Passing through the last alloy airtight door engraved with incantations, Lamizane and Perturabo finally saw the apothecary suite.

The iron ring soldiers surrounding them silently turned on the weapon charging switch. The veterans showed off their skills and placed their weapons in their accustomed positions - by the way, why did Lamizane feel that everyone except himself was getting happier as he rushed? Illusion?

"I said, this doesn't look good."

The upper bodies of the two Iron Ring soldiers guarding the door were severely deformed, and the large number of bullet holes and craters on the wall opposite them indicated that the Storm Cannon's attack was either ineffective or had passed through something.

Some kind of huge pole weapon - well, like a hook-and-scythe, chopped off their heads, but it seemed like the main damage was caused by heavy objects coming down.

The disgusting smell of burning human flesh and corpse oil vapor lingered here. They raised their weapons and passed through the door that was penetrated by supernatural flames and shocks. The stench and smoke became stronger and stronger, and the rectangular laboratory hall It was a mess inside, with dark red bloodstains extending all the way to the destroyed exit at the end.

Perturabo sat in the cockpit, his eyes wide open, the tip of his nose twitching, his ears raised alertly, turning in all directions.

Their supreme wizard made a few complicated gestures, and then reported in the team communication channel, "The wind of ether told me that they are in the center of the second room in front. There are two existences, one is injured and the other is fine. It should be a confrontation."

"Okay. Emmenut, you can condense multiple small energy shields at the same time, right?" Lamizane asked thoughtfully.

"Exactly, dear Lord of Iron, do you have any amazing ideas?"

"There is one."

Then the Supreme Sorcerer listened with a pained and happy expression of "I suspect you are Carlos personally coming to play with me" and started to operate according to his request.

The Primarch, Dreadnought, Iron Ring, Librarian and Terminators, with the help of floating psychic shields placed horizontally under their feet, quietly passed over the ground where debris was poured everywhere, and surrounded Honsou's bedroom. .

The sound of conversation came from inside.

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"Wait, let me summarize. So you traveled half way across the galaxy, smashed hoop droids, burned through eight armor plates, messed up my lab, and ended up saying this to me To put it bluntly, it means that I should make a demon womb, then find the expelled Ultramarines, and then use his genetic material mixed with the genes of the Imperial Fist or Iron Warriors to make a Chaos replica of Asta. Special, and let this newborn join our warband and become the Iron Warrior?"

It was Honso's voice, and he sounded very calm.

Perturabo began to issue orders to the iron ring and his descendants. Lamizane looked at the list. Well, two-thirds of the shooting weapon sights and attack line guides were indeed aimed at the Demon Prince's vital points, and Well one third...

"NEWBORN! (NEWBORN!) Yes! That's right!" The Daemon Prince of Khorne roared with extreme anger, "Why is this place so desolate and cold! It's clean here! No blood! No wailing! No mountains of skulls! This place should be filled with sacrifices and praises to the Supreme of Chaos, the Lord of Skulls!!! Lord of the Bottomless Corpse Cave! Where is your human skin farm?! Where is your flesh mill?! Where is your demonic womb? !Where are your skinless, cursed sons of flesh and blood?!”

Lamizane heard Perturabo whine impatiently, and the Primarch Bianmu activated the isolation doors of the airtight cabins at both ends.

"Hell... Pepe! Even if this is the Iron Blood, using a mini cyclone torpedo inside the ship is still a bit excessive! - I think melta bombs will do."

"I have precautions."

Bian Mu snorted coldly and pressed his flesh pad on the button.

Honso spoke.

Gua!

I have to go out to do errands tomorrow, so try setting up a scheduled update.

If the scheduled setting does not work properly, wait until I come back to update it【