Warhammer: Start with a dog

Chapter 488 On the road, and some episodes-

"You said a mechanical magus."

"Yes. To be precise, when I was taking stock of the inner deck warehouse, I found the body of a mechanical magus who died of unknown causes - I looked at it and it didn't look like murder. But the slaves whispered that there was a ghost there, and they were too scared. I didn’t dare to go near it, so I went to see it first.”

"...Oh, this is indeed a rare item. It should not be disposed of hastily by slaves. Generally speaking, it will cause a lot of waste...and it may produce dangerous waste in the process."

"Why else would I come here to find you at this time?"

Honsou raised half his face from his simple but brand-new steel experimental table. He had just been immersed in some cute and charming little materials that he had just obtained. Some fresh colorful blood spattered on the edge of his eyepiece. He picked up a piece of sterilized cloth and wiped it before disappearing. Then he carefully closed the experimental cabinet and then walked around the experimental table towards Vannas who was standing outside the door.

"Don't you want to come in and talk?"

The Raven Guard grimaced at the shadowy objects in the laboratory suspended from steel beams by chains and butcher hooks.

"Thanks, I think I'll just stand outside."

"What's here? These are the products of the arena. I'm willing to admit defeat. Their other parts have been properly processed. I don't process humanoid meat here - there is an incinerator for disinfection next to it. Are you worried? What?"

"That's great, and I can feel more at ease while nibbling on some baked starch cookies on the bridge," Vanners said. "I never thought I'd be so eager to leave after a few weeks in the Red Pirates' territory. The food here - after all, I thought the food in this place was much better than the Eye of Terror - but compared with the Sky...Iron Blood, one can feel the difference between cloud and mud."

"There is no place like the flagship of the Lord of Steel. No one can compare to the power of my father. Iron and blood will conquer everything, and the choice will be only obedience or death." The War Blacksmith walked from the shadows Coming out, the airtight door closed behind him. "Let's go. You can tell me the specific circumstances when you found the body on the way."

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"Aha. I remembered, this poor guy." After a moment, they stood in a large cabin with twisted Mechanicus symbols on the door. Vanus stood behind Honso, and the corridor was farther away. At the end of the page, there are frightened slaves poking their heads--human beings cannot resist the curiosity of gossip even if they are going to die.

The vital signs of these poor people popping out of the corner of Honso's eyes suddenly reminded him of the child he personally trained on the Iron Blood, his apprentice, his little Nilaydoa...

The gene seed organ culture carrier to be used in his operation came from the contributions of the Sons of the Void who died in childbirth as slaves on the upper and lower decks of the Iron Blood. Fortunately, the Iron Blood's subspace protection was very complete...

Following the inexplicable whispers, Parogov's face that looked like the young Roger Dorn appeared in front of Honso's eyes. His face was stern, and there was a trace of real concern deep in his iris-colored eyes. He looked at him, which made Honso's heart tense. , suddenly pulling out his consciousness from the strange sweet smell of decay.

He blinked and allowed his mind cortex to return to the events in front of him. His medical auspicious device showed that the automatic protection system of the power armor had just removed some abnormal intruders from his blood that had slightly exceeded the standard.

When he cast his gaze into the shadows again, he saw a fragmented body of larger than normal size lying a few meters in front of them, as if countless metal worms or metal worms had spread out of the empty shell of a Terminator. They were tentacle-like things, all hanging limply.

From the depths of the gap in the middle of the empty shell, a ball of flesh filled with cables glowed wetly. The swollen gray dead flesh and the activated metal oozing with black liquid were devouring each other, and the contaminated amniotic fluid exchanged gel. The semi-liquid liquid spread out on the ground in a large irregular mirror, and even the Space Marines had a hard time distinguishing more human figures from the purple-soaked robes.

The equipment around the corpse also suffered severe subspace erosion. Nameless subspace worms emerged from the hazy mist, gnawing at the surrounding cables and meditators, and some gathered on liquid or pieces of flesh. , using their needle-like mouthparts to suck the nutritious putrefactive juice and amniotic fluid.

"I suggest you take a step back, Vannas. The pollution level here is a bit high."

The former Raven Guard took three steps back and asked cautiously, "Then I just went in for a few looks. Is there any possibility that I have been contaminated?"

The master pharmacist who turned on the disinfecting light didn't even look back, "Your soul is fine, your body...if you are willing to let me do some necessary checks for you."

Adalik Vannas had an extremely troubled look on his face.

After a buzzing sound, the bright blue-purple disinfecting light slowly and evenly swept through the entire room. Those weak subspace worms let out tiny screams like sharp claws scratching the glass, and turned into a cloud of green. The smoke was immediately expelled back behind the curtain, and those thick clouds of mist also revealed their true form: they were extremely fine particles that fell to the ground, lost their vitality and turned into a thin layer of black powder. Vanus' scalp felt numb.

"What the hell is this? A dead Terminator? But why is he wearing the robes of a follower of the Ohm Messiah?"

"It's hard to say, these subspace energy consciousness groups are too weak, so they may be different every time they appear. They are just small pests, but the mist they release has hallucinogenic and hypnotic effects, which will make the victim fall in the first place. Next to a corpse, become the next prey of curiosity or greed.”

"So it's safe now?"

"It's safe. But I recommend not being cool and wearing your helmet. It doesn't smell good."

"Thanks for the reminder, but he stinks so much that I temporarily lost my sense of smell." Even so, the Shadow Master put on his helmet and locked the air seal.

They walked in together, closed the door, and carefully looked for the light switch. Fortunately, the death of the mysterious deceased did not affect most of the light circuits here. With a few flashes, the electric candles lit up, turning the lights on the ground. The body was illuminated more clearly.

"Hmm... this should be a former Mechanicus priest who was captured when I attacked the Heart of Hydra last time." Honso knelt down and carefully examined the body with his mechanical arm and his fingers. "I remember this. The guy was injected with the Destroyer virus by a wizard, and he survived and was brought back. "

"Ah, I don't understand this very well, but you seem to understand it very well."

"If it were another mechanical creation, I might not be so clear, but after all, the first batch of Destroyers came from the Iron Warriors Legion. My database has been filled with relevant information." Hong Suo put the liquid-filled, The wet red robe was opened, revealing the ferocious edges underneath: the metal had regrown a skin-like shell from the outer layer of the flesh, as if it were a metal hood, and the metal frame was not made of artificial rivets. Combination, but ceramic gums covered with steel teeth.

"Look, this looks a lot like the outline of the Terminator, but it's actually not the case. He was transformed into this shape by an infected virus. The Destroyer's daily standby form is almost like this. This is also a very conspicuous feature."

"Then why did he die here?"

"Well... maybe you and I are to blame."

"What?"

"In short, you think he is an unlucky guy, and he has demonstrated to us... what will happen if your fate is not watched by favored eyes." The master of medicine and war blacksmith looked at his medical goggles. The information displayed showed that a highly dangerous red warning was flowing through the corner of his retina: Warning: A subspace blister condensation caused by the chaotic impact of space-time nodes was found. It is recommended to deal with it in time to avoid causing semi-permanent space holes here. It is recommended to deal with it. The steps are as follows: 1.…

"Don't talk like the Word Bearer. It's so heartbreaking."

"Then let me put it simply, you think that the existence of this guy triggered some kind of backlash mechanism from the Supreme Heaven, so some of his internal balance in this subtle conceptual state of combining iron and flesh was destroyed. , and finally exploded from the amniotic fluid glass chamber into a mixture of metal chunks full of energy and nutrients."

"That's enough, Honso, I don't need any more explanation. There's no good in knowing too much - the last time I knew too much, I was banished from the Raventower."

"Wise move, Vanus."

"Then what are you going to do with him now?"

"Of course..."

Hongsuo raised his hand, and his medical robot arm armor took off its disguise and began to pop open. The servo medical robot arm opened its head, like a cracked metal piranha, and several different needles popped out from the inside. , drill bit, cutting beam and gel syringe.

"...process and clean the scene and see if you can find anything useful."

Soon enough, Honso found what he wanted in the ruins of the Mechanicus.

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"Are you sure where we are going next?" Vanus turned from an image extracted from the memory of the Death Priest, "Speaking of which, since you actually have a force that is enough to cross the galaxy. , and obtained permission from Huron, why don't you just try to return to Medlengard through the subspace to see if Soltarn is there? Or you can first consider occupying another planet and building your own? Fortresses and defensive bases... Iron Warriors should be very good at this.”

"I should have told you," Honso said, "In order to minimize the paradox, we can only go to places where we will never meet people we shouldn't meet. Besides, having a base means having a base that can be Define the point of attack. When every warlord in a region has an army crying out for all the resources, it's only a matter of time before someone tries to start a fight with all of my enemies. Do I do what I do to please that tyrant? I know who I am, and people like Huron think less of me than a fart. All I care about is achieving my goals and making people happy. The nobility of my father was truly recognized by the entire universe."

"Okay." Vannas shrugged, "Then let's set off there. After all, this is a seemingly reliable subspace route, and it is stocked with a large amount of resources from food to arms."

His eyes turned to the name of the largest subregion on the light spot marking the destination on the map: the Ultimate Star Territory.

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"Ah—Lord Honso, my commander, you seem to be in a bad mood today."

With the sound of high-heeled leather boots, Nosa Atasiya appeared on the bridge command deck of the Battleborn with elegant steps. The blade dancer wearing a black leather cross-face mask had a particularly tight corset today, which created a thrilling arc on the waist of the androgynous Slaanesh champion.

Fortunately, the gene seed from the Emperor's Children made his figure, which was originally one of the more slender among the Astartes, even more slender and light under the blessing of the Dark Prince, otherwise this picture might be a bit hurtful to the eyes.

"So, Blade Dancer, how do you feel today?"

"Never felt so good." Atasiya gracefully performed a court etiquette towards Honso, two beautiful short swords slapped his round buttocks outlined by tight leather clothes and riveted belts, and two more deadly rapiers hung on his belt on the left and right. "I would recommend that every soldier of mine receive your treatment when they are free, sir. It is refreshing and very pleasant. You are a true genius in pain."

"It is rare to hear such compliments from you, Atasiya. You come to my ship today to see me for no reason. What is the matter?"

"Can't I come to you if there is nothing wrong? My lord," Atasiya laughed, with both the solidity of a man and the crispness of a woman in her voice, "Ah - there is a small matter. It seems that I don't have enough combat stimulants on our ship. , sir. "

The master of medicine raised an eyebrow when he heard this, "I just gave you three times the supply in the same cycle, and the usage of other troops has hardly changed at present - we have not yet reached our destination, and there have been no encounters on the way. "

However, the leader of the Blade Dancers just continued to smile at his new leader from under his mask. His pale skin only revealed a small area from his mouth to his chin. His brightly colored plump lips curled up a smile, attracting the attention of everyone on the bridge. The slight sweet smell of musk incense or something else filled the surroundings.

Grendel snorted heavily, and his axe paused hard, hitting the iron floor with a loud "clang" sound.

Many staff and officers on the bridge retracted their gazes as if they were burned by a branding iron, lowered their heads and quickly focused on their work at hand, not daring to look at the Dark Prince's favorite again.

"That's not necessary." The tall swordsman still smiled, "We are in the same group, Grendel."

"Perhaps." The Iron Warriors' champion replied gruffly, "But this is the Iron Warriors' territory, not the Iron Hands. Remember, I was able to stop Eidolon ten thousand years ago, and I won't allow you to go too far here now."