Warhammer: Start with a dog

Chapter 474 Current Situation-

"You can't keep trying this anymore. Soltarn."

There was obvious dissatisfaction and ruthless coldness in Tolamino's voice.

With his hoarse voice, the former Iron Warriors Siege Captain dragged one leg and walked in from the door. The "Eleven Slash" helmet like a silver skull mask was hung on the waist by a magnetic lock, and the servo The twisted metal and pistons in the joints made an uncomfortable sound, and the damaged part of his power armor seeped black spots on the marble mosaic floor that was originally smooth and beautiful but had become mottled due to more recent users. Machinery lubricants.

Through his respirator, Soltarn's laryngeal detection nerves also smelled a faint smell of Astartes' special rusty smell of highly saturated oxygen-containing blood mixed in the oil - there was silk in the engine oil. The traces of red have been reduced to the point of being barely visible due to the Space Marine's self-repair mechanism, but it also indicates that the damage may have gone deeper, causing the veteran warsmith to limp so ingloriously in front of everyone.

"This is already the nineteenth invasion that I and my team have put down recently, not counting at least the twenty-seven cases of petty theft, despicable infiltration, or attempts to sneak in and spy on the canteen against the Olympia Palace on the surface during this period. secrets, tracking the classes being taught, trying to find the shield generator - oh, don't worry about the last one, those idiots from the war gang should be trapped in the eternal labyrinth of the palace. If you ask me, it's easier for them. ——Seriously, Soltarn, aren't you a psyker yourself? As the executive director of our academy, why do you blame all the things here on me? And you are trying to take half of us away every day? The fleet was destroyed in the turbulence of subspace!"

"It's not a ruin, it's because our ships still lack sufficient resources here. Even if they are carefully maintained, they are in average condition, and we currently have a serious lack of suitable navigators." Soltarn had to point out, "There is no navigation Operator, my psychic powers are not good at detecting the waves of the warp or hearing the guidance of certain signs, so you ask me to maintain the geological stability of Medrungard - yes, but you ask me to act as the navigator - Even hanging me on the bow of the ship will not help much in the voyage out of the Eye of Terror. It is better to consider when to kidnap a few Thousand Sons wizards. They can barely act as temporary navigators. The most important thing is that although time is tight. , but our time is not right now, it will be difficult for us to sail out on our own - Besides, isn't Grendel still assigned to you as an adjutant?"

"What's wrong with the time now? You're a bit too childish to care too much about the passage of time in the Eye of Terror. You and I both know that the passage of time is meaningless to everyone and everywhere here. "Toramino glanced at Soltarn suspiciously, "Don't you rely on prayer to get answers from your father? Well, I can understand that you have achieved what you are now," he said sourly, "Great. Lord of all the fortresses of Medlengard! Builder of the Watchlands! Of course, a country bumpkin like you is eager to offer your father your pompous courtesy. Then maybe you can try to hitch a ride? From the recently arrived mercenaries and warbands, I heard that Abaddon and his Black Legion will soon launch their latest dark crusade beyond the Eye of Terror. "

"What I mean is that you should repair your equipment and treat your wounds first, and sort yourself out before you come back. Toramino, this is not like you." Soltarn changed the subject calmly, and at the same time looked at the holographic tactics in front of him. He straightened up on the sand table. "Speaking of deputies, in addition to Grendel, I have also sent other war blacksmiths to your command. Aren't these manpower enough for you to deploy?"

The warsmith whose name was mentioned leered at the speaker with a sneer and golden eyes.

"Ha! Don't you see how many people we have to deal with every day who come to spy on and try to annex Medlengard! Some warbands are very powerful. It can only be said that the number of Iron Warriors, Titans and vehicles here are not bad. The number is still large enough, otherwise they will definitely choose to fight or drop some big ones from orbit - but if you still take the fleet away often, such a day may come soon. ! How dare you mention this to me!"

The white-haired Iron Warrior snorted coldly and threw his injured leg onto Soltarn's seat as if to demonstrate. "We have some nurses here, but there are no pharmacists. Soltar Tarn, although medicines are also very rare, luckily there is enough water. Praise the Lord of Steel for showing me mercy! Cleaning up and stopping the bleeding is enough. I can do it myself, but pharmacist? , you don’t think I would agree to let those suspicious-looking apothecary tools that have been used in the Eye of Terror for ten thousand years touch my wounds even once, do you? I still can’t trust the apothecaries of other warbands. "

He snorted coldly, "And since we can no longer use the gene seeds of veterans to steadily obtain new blood, the last time I saw a pharmacist who was working normally was many years ago. Here. There are no most important gene seeds and recruits to be operated on, and naturally there are no suitable positions for them. I heard that some people may have gone to find the Emperor's Children."

Toramino's face twisted with some disgust, "Foolish approach. Even I would not choose Fabius Bayer. When I began to learn the art of witchcraft, I once wanted to obtain He travels around for knowledge, and there are very few places that offer public courses. I even remember that Shanto used to give anatomy lectures on Malodarax that everyone could attend, so I remember clearly the rumors and rumors about him. I’ve seen Bayer’s appearance from a distance.”

"You are being cautious on this point. Besides, I agree with your opinion about Fabius." Even our enemies should not fall into his hands and suffer that fate. This was Soltarn's unspoken thought, because Tolamino's next explanation made him swallow back the second half of the sentence.

"He has really poor taste in biological creations," Toramino declared. "It can be seen from the fact that he can call those mutants babies and children without hesitation! And although he himself is clean on the outside, no matter where he is, the hygienic condition of the entire ship is simply...! I think as a pharmacist, he even He may have many blessings that are not lost to Abaddon.”

"Toramino, those things given by any of your former masters cannot be called blessings." The ruler of the earth frowned, "That is infection. Those things provided by the incompetent to the desperate contain drama. How can the energy of poison be compared with the power of my father to protect us?"

"I haven't had time to change my words, but fortunately we haven't set up a small priest position here that is as annoying as the corpse emperor's lackey and needs to be beaten into rotten tomatoes by my staff like the most stubborn stone in the city wall, right? "Toramino chuckled, "Oh, speaking of this, did you know? Your little Samokan has now begun to spread his name in the Eye of Fear. Maybe someone will soon. To ask for him or ask about him, like, Abaddon?"

Soltarn narrowed his eyes, "Tell me in detail the latest theory circulating here."

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Samokwan walked with Aquilon through the new square in front of the Military Academy of Olympia.

This square was built after they leveled and cleared the hills and depressions outside the moats of the Iron Lord's great palace after tearing down the heavy walls of Kallan-Gol.

Surrounding the left and right of this large square, more branching roads extend like capillaries.

New barracks, warehouses and simple fortifications are still being built - this layout is quite Olympian and nostalgic for Soltarn and other Iron Warriors who have served for thousands of years, but as a visiting professor, he is only two hundred years old. Uriel and Pasanius were shocked to find that there was a familiar Macragge flavor in these buildings and layouts - "If this place has a bay on one side and mountains with forests on the other, and With the sun and blue sky, that’s the square in front of Hera’s Fortress!”

The reason why they have such a demand for open space now is because there is now an endless stream of people coming to trade and trying to live here.

As we all know, there is an extreme shortage of supplies in the Eye of Terror. The supplies here do not even refer to luxury goods, sophisticated technology, or slaves, but more basic things: food, water, ammunition, equipment, etc. It is not uncommon to choose to ignore the death of a comrade just for the sake of an excellent weapon that works properly. A golden sword like a holy relic like the Soul Hunter Talos can be marked with the killing mark of more than one comrade in the same legion.

Since the situation on Medlengard has basically stabilized, and Olympia College has begun to produce clean, non-toxic food and clear, sweet fresh water every day with the same stability, the Chaos Space Marines, the Fallen Titan Legion or others who came to visit here The number of people in need of fresh water began to increase dramatically. The docking stations on the high-rise tracks were bustling with people, and the Iron Warriors could only try to limit the number of people who came to exchange various resources for food and the most precious fresh water and the trading range within the designated area. within the area.

There is no better place to raise the banner for tiger skin than in the name of trading in front of the Lord of Iron's palace. Although Perturabo has not appeared in the Eye of Terror for at least six thousand years, the former Fourth Legion is now Their organization is second only to the Fourteenth Legion. Anyone who wants to go to war with them has to weigh their own weight. At least they have not been broken into...

Everyone who steps on the ground of Medlengard and thinks about this will be stuck here unconsciously, and then whether it will be broken into the twelfth legion or the eighth legion will be like this. The problem will be happily forgotten as it passes through their brains as smoothly as passing clouds in the sky.

One of the two distinctive students held a codex, and the other had the new staff assigned to him, equipped with a huge chain saw blade, inserted into his belt.

Because their creation experienced too rapid catalysis, and the important power source of catalysis, in addition to gene seeds, came more from psychic rituals, the blood and power essence of a great demon. Therefore, although these children were originally intended to be used as filler recruits for the delivery of crude weapons, until some of them could survive every battle like Hongso and live long enough, Tolamino was reluctantly dragged by Soltarn and others to study their bodies and found that the proportion of these skinless people who eventually had psychic powers was unreasonably high, seriously higher than the normal proportion among mortals. In other words, if the problems of intelligence and cognition are not taken into account, this method of manufacturing Chaos Space Marines, which originated from Hongso’s research and was finally pieced together by Tolamino based on the records and materials he found, may have inadvertently created a large number of crudely made psychics with enhanced bodies.

As the strongest and smartest among them, King Aquilon of the Skinless was also tested to have a very powerful psychic talent. What was even more surprising was that he didn't know he had this talent because it basically didn't play any role in battle. Aquilon's psychic talent was the rare and most primitive prophecy system, but it was too rough and disordered. In battle, it couldn't be compared with the exquisite skills of the Thousand Sons' school wizards. It would only allow Aquilon to occasionally use the toxic smoke and exhaust gas to enter a dream and observe some illusions whose specific meanings were difficult to explain.

A Thousand Sons wizard who had just arrived here to make a deal was standing at the door of his camp at this moment, standing far away and observing them. His silver tower was ordered to stop three light seconds away to avoid confusion. He seemed to be very interested in the long-handled weapon-sized staff on Aquilon's belt. Samokan waved lazily at the stranger who stared at them impolitely.

Some invisible warp attack immediately made the wizard kneel on the ground. At the same time, he struggled to prop himself up and looked at Samokwan in the withered blood-colored power armor with surprise and awe.

+Thanks, space. (Raum). +

+You're welcome, little brother, it's just a small matter. +

+I really don't know why those wizards like to look at us. What was the name of the one who came to me before? The messenger of the Dark Council? By the way, what did you do to him later? +

+Maybe because you look very promising, they want you to be their apprentices. +The demon hissed and did not directly answer the other party's last question.

+Hahahaha you are really kidding! I think being captured as a slave and experimental material is more like that. +

+Maybe, but I'm here. +