Warhammer: Start with a dog

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When Honso led Robert Guilliman, who had come to this "time dream", to visit the star fortress they were currently riding in, the Primarch of the Ultramarines realized that the real situation of the few of them might be worse than this loyal The pharmacist had vaguely mentioned to him that it was even worse.

It's no wonder that Honso always looks embarrassed. His arrival is just an accident during the execution of their mission, and this mission does face great difficulties, and they also have to protect Guilliman's heirs...perhaps it is his sense of honor. To make him unwilling to lose his composure in front of another Primarch?

He could feel the other person's tension and nervousness masked by urgency and respect.

It is not that the Lord of the Ultramarines cannot understand the mood of the Iron Warrior Pharmacist. After all, he did have a moment of murderous intention when he saw them wearing the colors of traitors.

Therefore, when Honsou led him to check on the members of the Fifth Company who were "rescuing members of the Fifth Company who were attacked by demons and had to enter the life-sustaining tank", the original body recalled for a while and found a topic to talk about.

"Speak of it." Guilliman said, his voice reverberating in the empty and quiet passage of the Star Castle Cathedral. Vanus and Grendel beside him became nervous again.

"This is not my first time working with the Iron Warriors."

Honso blinked, "Excuse me, my lord?"

"Don't you know?" Guilliman was also surprised at why he blurted it out so easily... He secretly felt his body vigilantly, and it still felt good, nothing strange, but he saw the Potion Master inexplicably His expression was still relieved. He carefully adjusted his statement and skillfully concealed some content that he thought Hong Suo should not know.

"I once...many years ago, before I fell into slumber, worked with some loyal warriors among the Iron Warriors who were then called traitors to save the Empire...alas...to gather the broken warriors together. Passed, fought hard.”

"I'm sorry, my lord." The pharmacist's confusion was genuine. "I am a newcomer. The glorious history and traditions of our legion... have been lost too much with the passage of veterans over such a long period of time. I am not sure about this glorious past you are talking about."

The Lord of Ultramar relaxed even more after hearing this. They walked into the last corridor. Only the dim emergency lights were still on here. The power of the reactor was used for external defense. Meteorites in the asteroid belt The dust and dust collided with the station shield at super high speed from time to time, annihilating clusters of small flashes of light on it. Except for their footsteps and breathing, everything here was dormant quietly.

The Thirteenth Primarch's eyes of disapproval and disgust swept over the gray and stiff human bodies embedded in the niches along the corridor and connected to a large number of pipes and cables. There would also be some enshrined bodies on the ground in front of the servitors. Candles and incense.

Honso followed the primarch's gaze. shrugged. "The beliefs of the state religion have penetrated deeply into mankind for many generations, spread widely, and mutated so much that it is difficult for us to completely ban it. We can only try our best to declare that it is only a kind of comforting psychology or related to spiritual energy. The science of psychic energy.”

"This is already very good, and it sounds very reasonable." Guilliman nodded, "After all, everything here shows that faith occupies a very important part of people's lives in this era. Most people have It is not easy to adhere to truth and science in an environment of staunch religious fanaticism. The most adept at technology and truth among us was an iron warrior. He repaired and maintained a miraculous engineering building for us. Many fortresses, fortresses and defense lines were designed.”

"Amazing, my lord." Honso was obviously attracted by this story. "I really wish I could meet this master before he died... Is he one of our war blacksmiths, my lord?" Grendel The person who fell at the end of the crowd showed a thoughtful expression.

"Yes." Robert Guilliman said, "Under the circumstances at that time... it is difficult for his honor to be remembered more or on a large scale. Perhaps this is why you, as his descendants, have never heard of him. The reason? Otherwise, I think, with his talents and abilities, your father, my brother Perturabo, will speak of him with pride."

"Can I ask his name, my lord?" Honso asked this question, not seeing Grendel's hesitant and troubled expression behind them.

"Barabas Dantioch." The Lord of the Ultramarines revealed this name with certainty and a rare bit of godly respect for mortals. "He is a war blacksmith of the Iron Warriors. He once used a few remaining soldiers to He fought against his betrayed comrades for three hundred and sixty-six days for our... cause, and finally captured the enemy's ships and came to my... Ultramar, and created many miracles for us here. "

Grendel's face was filled with expressions like "I knew it" and "How should I remind this bastard now?"

Fortunately, they had already arrived outside the temporary water tank culture laboratory. The Master Pharmacist asked the Thirteenth Primarch to stay calm, and then carefully opened the door of the laboratory himself.

The cold air hit my face along with the faint smell of biochemical reagents and the hum of motors.

There was a bang, and the cold electric candles lit up at the same time.

Robert Guilliman uttered a terrible curse at what he saw. Righteous rage burned in his chest.

——In dozens of water tanks, bodies or pieces of flesh with varying degrees of damage were floating. In front of each tank was a nameplate with the name and affiliation of the person in it.

"This is one of our mission targets this time, sir." The master of the potion took a step forward and interrupted Guilliman's emotions at the right time, "Half of the members of the Fifth Company of the Ultramarines and the holy and fearless brother Artorion."

The Iron Warrior Potion Master said very sincerely, "We have fulfilled our mission and rescued the brothers of the Fifth Company who were made into living thinkers in this star fortress by the evil experiment!"

Guilliman clenched his fists tightly. He walked over slowly and put his hands on the cold surface of the transparent armored glass outside the wrinkled and twisted body of Artorion, staring at the old soldier inside with a frown on his face, which was deformed by soaking in amniotic fluid for a long time.

After a long while, he spoke, and every ending sounded like a sigh.

"You... did a good job. ... Thank you."

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In the distant time and space and the other side of the galaxy.

Mortugo from the Death Guard slowly walked into the pharmacist laboratory of Iron…Destiny Steel.

Due to the departure of Master Hongsuo and the Iron Heart pharmacist team, the laboratory is now unattended. Although the Iron Ring Robot assigned to the laboratory has maintained the cleanliness here well, the laboratory without human supervisors is still not reassuring.

After all, there are still several patients sleeping here.

- Oh, not including Lucius. After being rescued by the Iron Heart pharmacists who were reluctant but unwilling to owe them a favor, this swordsman with amazing recovery ability (?) immediately went to Wandering Port alive and kicking, and soon because he likes to show off too much, he is often kicked out by the annoying Perturabo BC to perform some single-player missions that require dealing with dangers - considering that he completes the mission and comes back alive every time, it seems that he is enjoying it now.

But Motug's situation was different. Although this survivor of Isstvan III survived and waited until the miracle of Angron Petra, his body was also seriously injured. In fact, he only had his head and a small part of his torso. At that time, he could not receive immediate treatment and enter Dreadnought. Perhaps only the tenacity of the Death Guards and his determination to kill the traitor with all his strength allowed him to survive.

But his injuries were so serious that even the pharmacists of Ironheart did not dare to deal with him casually in the absence of a master pharmacist.

Although the advanced pharmacist laboratory equipment on the Destiny Steel maintained his life, it was Perturabo BC and the head of the armory, the Decima Sage of the Source Resurrection, who solved the problem for him after talking to him.

The Destiny Steel Pharmacist Laboratory needs a temporary caretaker who has rich experience and knowledge and has been transformed by Astartes. At the same time, since it is related to important gene seed banks, medicine banks and other sleeping people receiving treatment, the caretaker must also be absolutely patient, have passed the test of will, and be able to reassure the suspicious Border Collie Primarch in terms of controllability.

Motuge now fully meets such requirements: he signed a voluntary research agreement with the witness of Magna Dorn with verbal authorization, and became the second possible research project subject of Decima Sage after Sigismund's mecha.

Then this powerful Sage, who also had a vengeance on his colleagues, used biomechanical and biopsychic components to supplement Motuge's missing torso and limbs, and performed surgical transformation and mechanical implantation on him that ordinary people could not bear. In the end, he became "complete" again and did not look too strange, but only he and Decima knew how taboo the experimental technologies used on him were.

This means that Motuge will never appear before the Empire with the Inquisition again, unless -

But the Decima Sage told him that although the Scarlet Agreement prohibits the creation of any abominable soulless machines, the so-called Animus Silicon Creations, and in the past, under the order of the Corpse King, Mars also supplemented the agreement to never allow the birth of artificial intelligence life -

"However," the mechanical sage, who is obviously not a Martian but dressed in a very classical Martian style, calmly told Motuge, "Don't worry too much, this agreement still allows us to synthesize for the purpose of justice and with Artificial life with limited intelligence, these powerful and intelligent works are not only not restricted by the agreement, but as long as you are not discovered, you will be considered sacred in the Mechanicus. "

"... This... For example, Lord Magna?"

"For example, Lord Magna. May the God of Machinery bless him." Sage Decima nodded, "'White Rise' can also be regarded as a research model in another direction. If I am still serving the Empire, I will tell others that 'White Rise' will belong to the Cybernite Corps. As long as no one can break through my firewall and confidentiality agreement to peek inside, there will be no big problem. "

"And you are now neither the Dauntless, who is still classified as human, nor the more mechanical Cybernitica, Chrysos Mortug. You have become something in between. A product that combines biological and electronic computing and applies psychic fusion... Sigismund is perfect as a seance subject who transforms the mecha. His main problem is that he is not a powerful psyker. , and you, as an Astartes psyker with abundant psychic powers but without much polishing, have just made up for my lack of research in this area, and I am still very satisfied with this."

The sage's crimson robe slowly turned half a circle on the floor, drawing an arc, and he seemed ready to leave.

"Then what is the difference between me and the servitors who have retained their minds?" the Death Guard asked, pretending not to hear the name and the shock in his heart that Sage Decima had just inadvertently revealed.

"Your mind still belongs to you."

"But the soul and the body don't belong, right?"

Sage Decima did not answer. The tall mechanical sage turned and left, leaving a room full of things that needed to be reorganized and stored to the new caretaker here.

Chrysos Mortug turned around, blinked, and summoned a to-do list from the extra cogitator component in his body—he no longer needed the dataslate, now that he and Magnar Lord Dorn, White and Lord Sigismund have been linked together at the level of the lofty God of Machinery. This is one of the reasons why Perturabo BC is relieved.

He sighed and started working through the list of items and things that needed to be finished.

When he counted the potion storage shelves, Mortug frowned and checked the list again and again.

"strangeness……"

He stared at the names and image records on the list that were marked as "Strictly Prohibited from Leaving the Laboratory," "Highest Protection Level," and "Strictly Prohibited Private Injection."

"This test tube and the...'compound powerful refining mixture' inside...are missing?"

But the producer seemed to be too late or had no intention of writing the specific contents of the potion on it. Motug only saw a series of "IV", "VII", "VIII", "XV", "

XIX" and other numbers, as well as a Gothic letter mark representing the Mechanicus.

He confirmed again that this seemed to be a special medicine used to detoxify, promote healing, increase vitality and other aspects. Maybe these warnings are just because it is a life-saving panacea? This is normal. Medicines such as life-extending potions are always precious.

"...Forget it." The caretaker of the pharmacy laboratory thought, and made a note of this, blinked, and lowered the shutter to take a photo. "Anyway, it's not poison that's missing... It may have been used but I forgot to write it down after the rescue. I have to check on the conditions of the patients in the life-sustaining tank later..."