Warhammer: Start with a dog

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After the undisputed championship battle, full of glory and blood, finally ended with the complete defeat and surrender of the challengers, the remaining warriors surrounded the newly joined strong man and fell into a state of carnival and intoxication. Heat, hormones and thin blood mist surged through the air, and a faint red light began to shine on the bodies and eyes of everyone involved in the battle.

There are no slaves or servitors sent to clean up the corpses on the ground. The flesh, blood and bone pulp are trampled under the various ceramic boots. Even if it is not a skull harvesting feast, in the maelstrom, the loser can only eat. dust.

Honso, Vannas, and Grendel watched this strange and enthusiastic carnival with cold eyes, as if they were welcoming the return of "Mercurius" instead of his real master.

However, Valserx, the forge master who had already learned about the possibility of their cooperation in advance, did not intend to let him go so easily.

"He is your new work, right? An excellent..." The genius alchemist master of the Red Pirates was thinking of the most appropriate wording, "A very excellent work. I congratulate you, War Blacksmith Hong Suo, maybe We should give you a new more appropriate nickname in the future, such as - but for now, if you can't control your new subordinate well, I will be happy to provide some help."

A strange light shone deep in the alchemist master's eyepiece, "Perhaps it would be a good idea to share your biological experiment data at the same time."

"Perhaps." Honso replied noncommittally, but obviously he did not take the other party's words seriously. He was more concerned about the word Valsex used before, so he pretended to see through it and then concealed his surprise well, slightly Angry but half-satisfied, he asked the other party, "How did you know that he is my new work?"

"Ah~ oh, sure enough." The end of the alchemist's words brought out the fun of discovering little technical easter eggs hidden by each other among fellow academics, "It's like this, I suggest you, Hong Suo, if you don't want to expose your anxiety and concern for a beloved perfect work next time on such an occasion, you'd better wear a helmet and let the visor and eyepieces cover all your thoughts and subtle eyes. . - When you look at him, it’s as if I saw the reflection of my own eyes looking at the pure gene seeds on the reagent bottle. That kind of look can’t deceive anyone.”

"Oh, oh." The war blacksmith seemed to have some nerves relaxed due to the exposed fact, "Indeed, indeed. - But how can you be sure that he is not the dark apostle who appeared in front of me on his own initiative?"

"You?" The alchemist was truly confused this time, "But your past reputation and qualifications are completely unrevealed... As far as I know, the Word Bearers' Dark Council still has some minimum requirements for selecting and dispatching the Apostle team. Unless..." Valsex's eyepiece flashed, and a stern warning flashed on Honso's single-chip medical eyepiece: the nebula array was increasing its energy level.

Looking at the surprised forge master, the war blacksmith immediately showed a smile to win back the victory to interrupt the other party's doubts, "Actually."

Honso lowered his voice very low, just enough for Valserx's enhanced hearing to hear, "It is true that he came uninvited, but he actually came from a failed Dark Apostle team, and his companions were All the slaves were dead except for him. We found him in a stasis position in the drifting wreckage, but he was well preserved. So, after examination, I performed some trivial operations on him, which were of course better than It’s not as good as what you did for Lord Huron, Master, but it’s enough to worry a novice like me.”

The alchemist master showed a helpful and understanding expression, "Indeed." He also lowered his voice involuntarily, feeling a little joy of unexpectedly obtaining fresh materials in the laboratory, "Using him for experiments will not cause trouble. Save You are in good condition too... No wonder you..."

The two technicians looked at each other and smiled, and Amenus Varsex began to feel that having such a colleague was not a bad choice. If Honso could always be so understanding and willing to contribute his brainpower, If he could heal Valserx's master and promote the continuation of the new blood of the Red Pirates, he wouldn't be able to protect Honso in front of Galen.

But now...

Just when he was about to make another proposal, they saw the red-armored warrior surrounded by powerful warriors throwing away the head in his hand and walking towards them.

Then, under Valserx's admiring gaze, he stood silently behind Honso, lowered his head slightly and put the giant ax back behind his back, which made the other warriors look at each other for a moment.

"how?"

One of the warriors wearing the same bright red power armor asked almost in a guttural roar. He had thick blond hair, but they had long become scattered and neglected, and were stuck into strands with blood and minced meat. Long, stiff strips of hair rested on the edge of his helmet seal and shoulder armor. His canine teeth protruded, his eyes were red, and his beard was thick. However, the chapter emblem scratched out by a red cross on his shoulder armor was blurry. It can be seen that it is a drop of blood in the white round blade.

"You are the darling of the Blood God and the champion of war. Why should you surrender to him? He seems to be no match for you! Cut off his head! Then you can become the new owner of his legacy! We will all support you!"

"Don't talk nonsense." Another warrior whose power armor was painted in dark black, with a little bit of white visible on the worn areas of the shoulder armor, said relatively calmly, "You weren't there that day. During the finals of the Skull Reaping Feast."

"My boat's engine blew up that day! I didn't make it back!" He muttered, sounding like a beast speaking with human vocal cords. "Later, I chopped off my head for a long time to calm down - what?! Could this kid have done it? Can you beat him?"

"The leader he recognized is the champion of this year's Skull Harvest Feast." The same warrior in black armor answered, "It was he who set the fastest championship record since the Skull Harvest." He moved slightly towards Honso nodded in greeting, "Lord Honso, the war blacksmith of the Iron Warriors, a legendary newcomer. He was the one who killed Pushtok Uluvente without any injuries after a single encounter."

Obviously, the Blood God Champion of the Blood Skeleton War Gang had a great reputation here. The unconvinced Berserker snorted heavily, but it could be regarded as acknowledging the existence of this combat achievement.

"Then," Varsex announced, "we can take care of the matter of selecting warriors later. Let's go to the throne room to meet our lord, the great Luft Huron."

The Potion Master nodded and calmly glanced at "Mercurius" who had been silent since just now.

"Let's go," he said at last.

Then the group of them followed the opened doors and entered the exquisite and luxurious throne room of the Black Heart King again.

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Luft Huron was already sitting on his throne, waiting for the group of people who came to see him.

He had learned what happened a short time earlier through the servo skull in the hall, Valserx's report and other channels.

This made him worried and happy. The happy thing was that if Honso was really impressed by Huron as he said, so he traveled thousands of miles from the Eye of Terror to the Maelstrom and came to serve him, then Honso The new Khorne champion warrior obtained can also be regarded as half of his own men. In addition to the Indomitable, he added a vanguard, which just made up for the missing Uruwenta, which was beneficial to his strength. It's a good thing; the worry is that he will have to find another excuse to reach out to the Indomitable in the future. Such a large and complete star fort... If he can't completely confirm his control, it will not be parked so close to New Badab after all. Too safe... Also, what happened to his little pet?

Hamadria, some kind of witness to the deal he made with the High when he fled into the Maelstrom, now uncharacteristically lurks in the shadow of his massive life-sustaining power armor, transforming himself into a slender snake, like I hid in it as if preparing to hibernate.

In the past, it always became very active and full of voyeurism when new people came, providing Huron with clues about the other person's mood and lies. Now it seemed as if it sensed the arrival of some natural enemy or beast. Huron felt that his mind suddenly became quiet. The whispers, sarcasms and temptations that always appeared in my ears seemed to become insignificant.

Just as he was frowning with difficulty on his broken face, the last inner door of the throne room opened, and Honso and his party walked in.

Hamadria, this deformable subspace creature, almost turned itself into a flat paper strip, sticking tightly to the deepest gap in the power armor.

What could be causing this? Could it be...

Huron's dark eyes wandered back and forth among the five people who walked in, and finally stopped on the strange warrior in red armor. His eyes turned on the opponent's shoulder armor with the insignia worn off, and then turned to look at his power armor. There are incantations, magic circles and unknown patterns engraved on the surface. Of course, there are also his forehead bones with double horns and his head and face which are also tattooed with symbols and patterns.

...I always feel that he is a little...kind? Why do you feel this way? witchcraft? You can't look at these runes and patterns too much.

He gasped, waiting for the pus clogged in his throat to be sucked away by the tube inserted into the side of his neck. Since the last time he received treatment from the alchemist and the potion master, his right cheek, neck and chest had been used again by scalpels and cutting and welding guns. After incision, the relationship between the machine and the flesh was adjusted and then re-sutured. The flesh and blood on the wound was twisted and accumulated due to too frequent incisions and sutures. The skin that looked gray and cold due to blood loss wrapped the tissue under the skin. Raw steel was rough and painful, but Huron endured it, and endured the severe pain of his body being melted and burned, repeatedly incised and sutured, and being sewn to the metal. He gave orders and commanded the red pirates to create the company in the maelstrom. Their current world.

Among them, Hamadriya's ability to peer into the soul and sense emotions really helped him a lot in the process.

But his psychic pet has never behaved like this before, even when faced with enchanters or summoned demons, it has never been so stiff.

strangeness.

The last time Honsou came, Hamadria was very uneasy for a time. Although it seemed to be normal after that, he still remembered it.

Huron thought to himself that although the Word Bearers were indeed known for being good at making demonic pacts, followers of the Blood God might not have the patience to improve their sorcery skills. As we all know, the God of War hates psychic powers unless the demon is of high status and power. ...Well, it seems that Honsou is a rising star, rather than a dazzling meteor that passes by in a blink of an eye, so your attitude towards him should be a little...

Honsou had reached the foot of the throne steps, and the war blacksmith bowed deeply to the huge tyrant himself on the throne.

"Fortunately, my lord." Honso said, raising his head and staring boldly into the eyes of the Black-Hearted King. He seemed to be trying hard to suppress his excitement and honor, and even trembled slightly.

It had been a long time since he had seen such genuine sincerity from any of his subordinates. Luft Huron was almost in a trance for a moment, as if the days when he was still wearing silver armor and bearing the name of the Guardian of the Maelstrom were reappearing before his eyes. .

But then, the darkness and coldness returned to him: this is a maelstrom of the jungle, and sincerity and belief in sincerity are one of the most unnecessary emotions.

"Well done, Hong Suo, the results are quite remarkable." He nodded, "The position you requested from me before departure will be your wish. I allow you to join our pharmacists and forging masters to serve I check my body."

The mechanical noise just appeared in the majestic and hoarse voice of the Black Heart King, causing him to frown unnoticeably and pause.

"Excellent! Sir!" the master of potion immediately replied as if he was following a snake, sounding as if he was a little out of control due to being too ecstatic, "Then when I go back and arrange for Aitasia and the others to settle in, I will come immediately to help them. Check your health!"

The Tyrant's next plan was interrupted, and he turned his eyes displeased to the newcomer behind Honso.

"Who is this warrior?" he asked Honso. "I have not seen him at the previous skull harvest, but his bravery has been conveyed to me by the attendants from the antechamber. Warrior, what is your name? Enter Come, answer me, and I give you permission to kiss my weapon."

The red-armored warrior still lowered his head slightly, motionless as if he hadn't heard anything.

"Uh, sir, he just recovered from near-death and underwent head surgery..." The war blacksmith showed a well-controlled but extremely worried mood. He didn't even need Hamadria's help. Lun's senses, enhanced by the contract, can detect it.

"I'm asking this warrior, not you, but I also appreciate your medical skills, Hong Suo." The Black Heart King stared at the red-armored warrior with his head slightly lowered, "Come forward. Look at me."

Amber eyes instantly met cloudy irises.

"Ah," Huron's attendant heard him whisper.

"What is the warrior's name?"

"Mercurius."

"Will you serve me? I will give you brave troops and ships, let you burn, kill and loot freely, and spread the anger and terror of revenge to every corner of the decayed empire."

The champion with the devil's horns slowly shook his head, "Thank you for your kindness." His voice was almost not human, low and ancient. It sounded surprisingly full of fiery anger yet extremely restrained, like a building. A lava-filled volcano—or a powerful demon is hiding beneath his tattooed skin and flesh, ready to emerge.

As if the marrow of a bloody corpse that had been chewed in the mouth countless times was sucked out by sharp teeth, a sentence was squeezed out of the mouth of the warrior who called himself Mercurius. "My contract has been made with the man before you, the war blacksmith Hongso."

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Don't explode.

Don't explode.

Don't explode.

Please.

Please Lord Guilliman, my lord, my lord, my good highness! ! ! ! !

You go back to the Indomitable and we can get angry as much as we want behind closed doors, but don't explode now.

Please believe that this is a dream acting and don’t say anything weird!

Most High Father! Kind father! Lord of Steel! My eternal master! Please bless me! Hold on to your brother! Don't take advantage of it! Don't take advantage of it! Don't force me to kill all these precious samples in the end! I haven’t extracted any living tissue, nor done any biopsies, or any drug observation experiments. What kind of experiments are there——————

as well as.

——Great, finally, finally over.

Those were the loudest thoughts that were screaming in Honso's mind before he returned to the Indomitable and held his expression until the docking cabin door came down.

Then...

He turned around numbly.

Vanus and Grendel had already reduced their presence to a minimum and slipped away with their own excuses.

never mind.

It's not like I can break my shield anyway. What's wrong with letting the Primarch smash my belongings? We can afford it... what the hell!