Warhammer: Start with a dog

Chapter 482 The Black-Hearted King will also be...

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When their muscular feet were finally allowed to enter the palace of the famous "Black Heart King", Honso found that he could understand why Vannas said "he has the capital".

Visitors first have to pass through a huge square before entering the palace and fortress itself. The structure seems to the war blacksmith to be more like some kind of dome than a huge dome built on many pillars of a square. A display of trophies from the void ships that the Red Pirate King once slaughtered and destroyed.

The armor plates that form the metal dome at the top of the pillars are each different in material, painting, and shape, but what they have in common is that they are all cut from the shells of different spaceships, and have marks that have been attacked, burned, or melted. Black marks.

At the end of the square, there is a queue of warriors. Although this seems to be a behavior that attaches great importance to visitors and is polite and disciplined, what the Iron Warriors lack is not ancient traditions and various rules. "Look. It looks like the pomp that Toramino, the little aristocratic man who wants to turn his nose up to the sky and is afraid that others will look down on him, would like, but this disguise is even more impressive in the warrior atmosphere." Honso said with great force. A low voice said to Vannas.

"Stay away from me when you are using your witty words in the palace of the new ruler of Badab, so that I can have time to activate the jetpack and walk away without blood splattering on me." The latter also said in a voice as thin as a mosquito Jiang's voice answered, and he repeatedly warned Hong Suo with his eyes that there was an envoy leading the way ahead of them - and Vannas also knew that the defense of the War Blacksmith's power armor was more than a hundred orders of magnitude higher than his current worn-out armor - Hong Suo Suo smiled and stopped talking.

As they continued to approach, they discovered that at least a hundred Chaos Ah in heavy armor were lined up on both sides of the only exit door of this temple-like domed square that would impress discerning visitors. Stat.

These power armors are considered to be well-maintained in Chaos, and their models and coatings are diverse, ranging from the oldest Mark II type, which is still used by some Iron Warriors, to the rare Mark VIII type parts. foot.

And Honsou's medical auspicious device was following his gaze and began to list a large number of real medical screening data for him from his armor database index: Dark Angel, Night Lord, Blood Angel, Flesh Tearer, Steel Hand, Space Wolves, Salamander, Crimson Archon, Ah...

But what is surprising is that although these apparently carefully selected Chaos Space Marine pirates are almost all from the parent group loyal to the Empire, there is still no one among them who is from the Ultramarines Chapter. The sign that they all serve the Hurons is a dripping red X on top of their originally glorious chapter emblem.

It's very interesting. I wonder if there really aren't any Ultramarines who have turned to Huron, or if Huron has always been very concerned about the rumors of the Star Claw gene seeds? Hong Suo thought as he hurriedly walked past the row of honor guards that showed the ability and dignity of the owner of this place. He didn't notice that his steps had an ease and naturalness that no warrior who had passed before him had.

Finally they entered the audience hall.

Honso's first reaction when entering this place was not "So we are not the only invited guests", but "What the hell, does Huron really want to be an emperor?"

In the view of the war blacksmith, the building materials and forms of the halls here are similar to those of the legendary Macragge and the most famous palaces on Holy Terra. Not to mention the artistic level of the sculptures and crafts, at least "everywhere is gold, "Gold and gold" is something I have learned 100%.

After walking forward for some distance, Honso sighed: white and other colored marbles began to appear at the same time as gold. If you don't look at the symbols painted in the shadows, the smooth ground and rows of human fat would appear. Candles, lit incense burners, and servants in robes walking around make it difficult to tell where you are at this moment. Even the decoration here is quite "imperial".

Hundreds of battle flags loyal to the Black Heart King or battle groups captured as trophies were hung high above the splendid hall and on the surrounding walls. As the air flow swayed from nowhere, the medical analyzer told him that here There is a different smell of blood in the deeper parts, and more ritual incense is ignited. It is not the consecration product of the empire, but the completely opposite purpose.

But the majestic appearance of the smoke slowly lingering on the golden dome and the selected honor guards just seen really made Honso doubt what Huron's deepest desires were.

In other words, the ambitions of this tyrant who triggered the Badab War and fought with at least sixteen Astartes warbands may be better realized in a peaceful period-allowing him to follow some conflicts. He would use such obvious means to obtain the status he wanted - a naturally ambitious politician and governor, and the Space Marines may just be the incidental abilities brought to him by the genetic modification surgery.

Honso felt that, at least for now, judging from the palace's malicious and cunning exterior and such extravagant and flashy interior taste, the "king" in the two titles of Black-Hearted King or Tyrant may indeed have an influence on Luft Huron. Said is an adjective rather than a simple status title.

When they saw the dense team, helmets with double horns, various swords, guns, swords and halberds, aliens and wizards gathered together into different teams and arranged around a huge Chaos Titan, Honso guessed their way. Man should finally have accomplished his mission.

According to the popular taste of the blacksmiths on Medlengard, if the Demon Titan appears, it will most likely be the throne room, so this place will probably not be an exception.

Honsou noticed that in the entire hall, except for him and Vannas, other people or aliens had more or less Chaos Eight-pointed Stars or similar symbols on their bodies, identifying the objects of their own dark faith and devotion. , and the disguise he wore seemed very perfunctory here.

But he didn't pay much attention. He led Vanas through the crowd of people talking in low voices like a spectator, trying to get to a seat closer to the front.

The throne of the new Badab ruler is as luxurious as the interior of the palace. It is a work of art with rare normal materials in the chaos. It is carved from a single piece of agate to look like a king's throne entwined with thorns. It is complex, exquisite, gorgeous and majestic, and its size It is so large that it far exceeds the size of the seat required by an ordinary Astartes. Even if a real His Highness sits on it, it will look perfect. Honsou began to imagine that this throne might be cleaned and placed on the Iron Blood. The cafe's observation deck would also be quite nice - it's still empty, the Blackheart King has not yet ascended to his throne.

This place now smells of fear, anxiety, ambition and lies.

"Hey. Be careful." Vanus's whisper passed through his ears. The war blacksmith stood still and turned around slowly.

A warrior, a warrior who was unusually tall due to the chaos mutation and the blessing of the Blood God, was walking towards them. He was so huge that his body cast a shadow on Hong Suo's face.

His armor was covered with thick blood stains and mottled battle traces, and the original color could no longer be seen. The shoulder armor decoration on one side was made of a large number of bones, while on the other side - the medical auger sent him a The message of conflicting data - through the blood-stained bones, it seems to be carved with the symbol of an open fang biting a planet.

The war blacksmith narrowed his eyes, what's going on? Why does the World Eater still show up as "Heart of Steel" in his medical augury? Primarch Angron...Petra? How come he had never heard of two more Angrons?

The approaching warrior seemed increasingly angry at the silent indifference of this ungrateful creature, whose crown was shown to be an outer decoration made from the entire skull of an Orc warlord, and whose eyes were like those of a risk-taker. The lava formed by the hot blood stared at Hong Suo fiercely. His facial muscles twitched from time to time, showing that anger was trying to control the warrior's body and mind all the time.

"I am Pushtok Uluvente, the butcher of the massacre on the planet Formond, the bloody storm in the night, the skull plunderer..."

Oh, Pushtok Uruvent, the favorite and disciple of the Blood God, the leader of the warband whose champion he killed. It seems that he was originally a warrior of the World Eaters, and he can still speak clearly. , express logic and thinking, rare and rare.

No wonder people say that he is a very promising seed player in this competition. It seems that it is not just because he has won the Skull Harvest Feast competition more than once before. ——By the way, where is his Butcher’s Nail implanted? Is it not implanted? Or could it be hidden beneath this giant greenskin skull? If he stays still for a while, can he secretly scan it? I really want to see the structure of the butcher nail in an active confrontation state and the living brain combined with it...

The other party rattled off a series of frightening names and various curses and threats, but the War Blacksmith just listened expressionlessly, and was thinking about whether the World Eater could be caught and used as his butcher's nail. The experimental subject of the separation surgery experiment. Oh, by the way, before that, we need to see if his gene seed is still in his body. Why does his genetic screening tag show the additional words "Heart of Steel"? Strange, well worth studying...

"You! Is this contempt for me?! It seems that the blood I sent to your camp didn't impress you enough, did it? Little Iron Warrior?!"

The other party roared, and steaming heat and the smell of brass metal emanated from his body, making the smell of rotten flesh and blood in the gaps in his armor even more obvious.

"Oh, you sent those people who came to die." Honso thought of the scene that Grendel created at the door earlier, evenly covered with flesh and blood residue, "Well... then clean up our house. It does cause some confusion, and if that’s your purpose, I think it’s achieved.”

The leader of the Blood God warband undoubtedly possesses a strong willpower that is beyond ordinary people, so much so that he actually just bites his steel teeth until they make a sound instead of rushing forward to tear Honsuo apart with his ax and teeth. had to be crushed - even though everyone could see that he really, really, really wanted to do that.

But the fact that he was in front of the throne of the Black Heart King obviously stopped him. Pushtok roared, "I know, it's you! Honso! A bastard! You killed my warband champion! You will be the next one." You’ll pay for it during the game! I’m going to cut off your dirty and impure head and stick it in my shoulder!”

"Oh. I thought it would be used as a wine glass or chamber pot. The view from the shoulder is good, and it is a good position of honor. Thank you very much. I think I will be gentle and careful with you if I have the chance." The war blacksmith answered in what he thought was a very polite manner, and many people nearby in the hall looked at him as if he were looking at a dead person. Wannas sighed softly.

The favored one of the Blood God stared at the former master of potions. For a moment, he even reached out to touch his weapon, but in the end, Pushtok of the bright red skull gave up doing so and turned back to his team.

It is obvious that the Blood God champion is quite familiar with the Skull Harvest Feast Competition.

The next second after he walked back to his team, the Chaos Titan blew a giant horn. The solemn and majestic horn sounded mixed with the discordant roar of the demon. The two seemed to be clearly distinguished and twisted together like hemp ropes, echoing under the dome of the throne room.

When everyone's attention was distracted for a moment by the voice with demonic power (the analysis of the power armor was that it was the love language of some great keeper of secrets), Hong Suo noticed that there was some kind of mechanism on the agate throne of thorns - it might be a very inconspicuous flash caused by teleportation or psychic witchcraft, and then an impressive figure occupied the throne of thorns agate.

The body of this tall warrior was wrapped in a scarred power armor with a lot of extra pipes and cables, and it was inlaid with gold edges. His posture was majestic, as if he was not a Chaos Lord, but a great ancient king. His face also had a lot of marks of hastily treated injuries. His skin was as pale and blue as a dead person, and there were many marks of skull repair on his head. But behind his broken body, his expression was still sharp, and his face radiated an invisible attraction. His right hand wore a huge glove with long claws and an eight-pointed star logo on it, and his left hand was holding a long-handled battle axe like a king's scepter.

A strange familiar creature was attached to the back of his head and the backpack of the power armor. Sometimes it looked like a bipedal lizard-like reptile, sometimes like a puff of smoke, and sometimes suddenly took on other animal forms, shaking its tail and poking its head on the shoulder of the tyrant.

The majestic monarch's eyes were ruthless and stern, sweeping down on everyone in the throne room, and his sharp eyes seemed to see through all their souls.

All the tyrannical warriors, proud champions and unruly aliens knelt on one knee and bowed their heads to the ruler who appeared in a very dramatic and heroic manner.

The tyrant of New Badab, "Black King" Huron, had arrived.

In this solemn atmosphere, only Honso saw something different.

In the eyes of the master of medicine, there was an old warrior who was teetering on the edge of death, but stubbornly refused to die, glued together by black magic, contracts, resentful hatred and malice towards the whole world: a medical miracle.

"Wow."

Vannas' eye muscles were cramping as he winked at Honso.

"This will be a very good... patient."