Warhammer: Start with a dog

Chapter 517 Hope still exists-

There is an endless stream of visitors.

There are self-recommended ones, self-righteous ones, and some spies and assassins. Of course, it's a pity that there are no good ones like the Qulisas they frozen in the laboratory.

More recruitment interviews - sometimes trying to identify those who are fishing in troubled waters, so many times you have to set aside time to do the screening yourself.

Also because there were too many secrets, they were very worried about other people's designs, so they personally drew the engineering drawings of the new laboratories, wards, and cells - fortunately, Grendel now finally knew how to use ancient drawing equipment to copy the drawings!

Vanus is very busy. Not only must he pay attention to thieves, wanderers or people with ulterior motives trying to sneak into the lower levels of the Star Castle, but he must also help Honso and Mercury supervise those who are clumsy or have unclean hands and feet. "Workers" dusted and renovated on site Painting the exterior of the Indomitable, ordering new statues and decorations (there was no time to do it yourself!), replenishing damaged weapon defenses, empty warehouses, and the ruins of newly added rooms in some parts of the interior all required more work. Technical talents come to repair...

This is what Honsou and his team did after they ran back to the Indomitable with oil on their feet, seemingly calmly.

"We are racing against time now!" Hong Suo told every member of his confidant. "We use our own manpower to repair these facilities and fill them with supplies, supervisors, operators and slaves as soon as possible. Then outsiders can be stuffed in by then." The lower the chance of going, I think you would prefer to live in a more secure fortress, right?"

Of course, since His Highness Robert Mercurius Guilliman actually felt that even Luft Huron's nonsense words could not be heard in his sleep and came back to punch through a wall, Then he angrily expressed that he had made the right choice to follow Honso to see if this lawless traitor who wanted to make himself emperor was really his heir to Guilliman, he would have no choice but to kill him with the sword - —Under the axe!

"You have to know that I will never allow an Astartes who carries the name of my genes to establish any evil and hypocritical empire here!!"

The original body of the Ultramarines was so excited and indignant that the Potion Master saw with sharp eyes an inconspicuous red aura beginning to linger in the void behind him - and politely turned his gaze away from the golden light that was indistinguishable from the red light. Moved away.

"Yes, yes, that's true. I know you are upright, wise, have a burning gaze, and hate evil. But you see, Your Highness, I dare to think that you are one of the most willing to listen to advice from your subordinates among all the primarchs, so you might as well listen to me first. In a word..."

The Potion Master finally managed to persuade the leader of the Ultramarines, who had drawn the ax from his waist again, and said, "Uncle Thirteen, our mission is related to the life and death of other brothers and the future of the Ultramarines. It doesn't matter if we die, if you What to do if you are trapped here? Think about your sons and Macragge, you must be patient!" He took it out as if it was free of charge, and it sounded like he was offering them afternoon tea. Nas was terrified.

The strange thing was that while the Primarch had chastised Huron for the artificial and poor imitation of a noble being that he had treated him when they first met, he had not responded to Honso's nonsense. So tolerant that he later reported and introduced him to the Primarch Chaos believers and pirates such as "This is the commander in my absence" Nosa Etasiya and "This is our fleet commander" Katja Salomba, as well as the words, deeds and appearance of their subordinates are only let down. The original body frowned and complained.

Obviously, the Lord of Macragge is worthy of being a hero. His ability to adapt to the environment and his endurance after recognizing the current situation far exceed that of most of his brothers.

But a primarch who doesn't like the members of your fortress can also be dispatched with a lot of work - only Honso dares to do this here - of course, Robert Guilliman's multi-threaded work processing His abilities are indeed unparalleled in the world, but in the final analysis, he only has one body, two legs and two hands. It is feasible to pilot an Indomitable, but it is still impossible for him to appear in every ongoing situation of the huge Indomitable that is in urgent need of new construction and repairs. Construction site.

The slaves responsible for the construction - especially the slaves who want to find less polluted slaves in the maelstrom - are not only extremely inefficient, but also cannot communicate effectively because they have not received enough education. ——Hungry, sleepy, injured, sick... More whips and supervisors are needed to walk around the site and slap their backs one by one in order to barely maintain efficiency and produce something that can be seen.

This is when "Mercurius" confidently walked out with a work schedule and said that whipping and slavery were not humane enough and that he alone was enough. He was reworked and had to wipe his butt countless times and had to change his brain again. After all the work schedules and supporting plans were made, the first yield was made after thirteen working days.

"Okay." Mercury strode into the command center and accurately threw a stack of new data pads and paper rolls onto the increasingly tall pile of documents on the desk set up by Honsou on the side. . "The new defense corridor in the central zone bordering the south has been completed and construction of the southern pier is progressing as planned."

But he sounded very frustrated.

Hong Suo looked at the unhappy face of the red-armored warrior with two horns from behind his pile of documents, and began to secretly record his "Ultramarine Observation Diary".

"The manpower sent by Etasiya that you assigned to me increased the efficiency by 77% within a few minutes after arriving at the scene, and it was finally completed on schedule."

His voice also contained a kind of exhaustion that was not physical fatigue but mental helplessness.

The soldier wrapped in scriptures walked to his desk, picked up the Reka coffee with a slight smoke on it, took a sip, and then walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling flower window with it in his hand, looking at the scenery outside in a daze. : New Badab is still shrouded in an ominous yellow thick fog, wrapped in the curtain of subspace. The black normal universe and the bizarre subspace wind blend together, changing moment by moment, and every moment. There are countless eyes open, and countless eyes closed. Each eye contains all the colors known to mankind. They are so weird and beautiful, but they bring only chaos to anyone who is attracted by them. and destruction.

"It's a good thing it's finished on schedule, Your Highness. I think."

The Potion Master chose his words carefully. Although the original body agreed with his words, something must be sacrificed in order to succeed as an undercover agent, but he said that this matter could not be without revenge. Luft Huron would eventually pay a high price for his offense against a Primarch and his evil deeds against the Imperium, even if the offense was unintentional. Of course, as he said this, His Highness the Thirteenth Primarch gritted his teeth and demolished half of the damaged city wall of the central fortress with his bare hands, which may be one of the sources of persuasion.

"Perhaps." The real voice of Guilliman, who has an evil and corrupt appearance, now sounds less ancient, cold and deep than when he pretended to be in front of others, and now the frightening element has been removed from his voice. , became clear and powerful again, "But I didn't expect the current empire..."

He hesitated for a moment, "You know, at first I just wanted to comfort them with gentle words and let them work hard, and by the way, I wanted to learn about the current situation in the empire from these captives from different worlds."

Honso responded to Guilliman's words with a doctor-like smile of understanding, but goosebumps already appeared on his back. He quietly put the shield generator of the power armor into automatic defense mode.

"...You really care about the welfare of the people - by the way, we can no longer improve the treatment of the slaves. Your Highness, some people are already suspicious. More than one person or alien has come to ask me about these people who have been fed fat. How many slaves do you plan to use, and the rest are willing to be purchased as high-end..."

"Tell them that this is part of our ritual supplies and that we will continue to use it and not sell it." Guilliman frowned, with obvious hatred in his voice, and the scroll wrapped around his waist rustled when he turned sideways. The friction sound, "I just want to chat casually, kindly, although I used the face of an inanimate person, they were scared to death when they saw me, I asked them to say anything, but the answer I got..."       " …You know, I can, if I choose, create a cordial and friendly conversation with anyone I talk to, give them high praise, reveal myself to all the inclinations of their human nature, and make them unknowingly Speak truer words to me.”

Guilliman took a deep look at Honso. His originally baby-blue eyes were now amber, and the dark pupils formed a small dot in the center. The Potion Master suddenly realized how evil, deep and bright it was. of a yellow iris. "It doesn't matter, I know you can be immune, and so can Vannas and the others, but only you can do this, so I think this should be caused by the effect you said that we are the ones who go deep into the subspace dream. This effect should It can also protect your soul and consciousness from being polluted by the subspace energy here, but it seems that most other people do not have this invisible barrier to isolate them. They should still belong to this time and space."

"...Thank you for clarifying my doubts, Your Highness. The effect you discovered may come from your brother's..." The pharmacist swallowed the word "blessing" and changed it to "technological means."

Guilliman nodded slightly, "Perturabo's words... It didn't surprise me that he could make such a device that was close to witchcraft and magic. But what I meant was that I didn't expect the prisoner I found. The answers I got from them came from so many walks of life and professions..."

His strong jaw tightened, and the scar that had become very shallow was exposed from under the seal of the armor. He pursed his mouth, and the skin tightened.

The Primarch turned to face the gorgeous and sacred floor-to-ceiling windows of the cathedral that served as the command center. He raised his hands and covered his face tightly, not wanting to expose himself like this to his brother's heirs.

The Potion Master was sitting on pins and needles at this moment. Finally, he asked softly and thoughtfully if he could leave now so that he could provide the Primarch with some private space.

But Guilliman asked him to stay.

"Listen." Guilliman said, "Honso, witness, this is the honor I bestow upon you, not because of your astonishing determination when facing the original body. Although your soul is ruthless enough, it's just that I The words I heard made my chest feel like being pierced by thousands of arrows. My confusion and fear made me extremely fragile and unable to breathe. But at this moment, I can’t find any of my brothers here, and you are with me. It is enough that one of my brother's closest friends remains to bear witness to the grief-stricken outpouring of a Primarch."

The mask of professional smile that always hung on the War Blacksmith's face instantly shattered and disappeared, leaving only the Apothecary Laboratory Director of the Destiny Steel, who sighed.

You see, having an apprentice with the face of the original body was just an inconvenience. The original body's emotions did not spread and continued to accumulate in this room. The emotional fluctuations that were too thick to be resolved were more likely to infect others in a place like the maelstrom. Man, Honso couldn't help but feel that he might be able to look after the primarch a little. well.

"Nine thousand years." Guilliman said, with pain deep in his voice. "When you told me, I thought there might be room for change. In my memory, the Empire was so vast, so great, so great. Magnificent, so many miracles and greatness that my father left us, optimistic that some galaxies may not be as bad as you say..."

"But no! We failed! We failed!" The original body's roar of grief and anger was suppressed with all its strength, "Look at them! All of them, regardless of the world and profession they came from, are completely ignorant, ignorant, decadent, and addicted to Enjoy suffering and self-torture to gain comfort and relief! Reason, hope, enthusiasm for the future, and dreams of pursuing the future-all disappeared! I can see that it is not because they are prisoners, but because they are. I truly believe that only gods can save them from the suffering of this world——"

Guilliman let out a sound that sounded like a mocking laugh or a desperate whine.

"All of this! All the ignorance, blindness and sacrifices were done in the name of the only god! The irony is that this god has always emphasized that he is not a god!"

He lowered his hands - Honso was horrified to see suspicious little lights flashing under his amber eyes - Guilliman clenched his fists and roared towards an unknown direction in the void.

"We failed! Father! Did Horus use the excuse when he launched the rebellion that you deceived us all in order to ascend to the position of god?! Did you ask me to confront Lorgar and him in the Perfect City? Didn't the legion inflict that insulting punishment to punish him so that he, his descendants, and the world he conquered would praise you as a god?"

"How ridiculous! Father! What an ugly world! What a hopeless galaxy!" Guilliman roared, swinging his fist and smashing everything in the room except for the two desks, the primarch's rage counting the seconds. Zhong Nei smashed the newly renovated room to pieces.

"Look what's left of this rotten, bloated, ugly, bloated corpse that's left here now! There's only greed, ambition, ignorance, fear, and hatred abused by those who have the will in its body! Our dreams and the ones in our dreams There is no shadow of the future! Only its distorted and grandiose appearance is still painted on these gold and glass falsehoods without rationality and only theology! We might as well burn each other up in the flames of the Horus Heresy! It’s better than seeing this painful and despairing fact before my eyes now!”

His eyes looked frantically through his amber camouflage toward the gorgeous stained glass window. The strange colors of the warp shone on his face. There was nothing there, only the temptation of eternal chaos calling for its children. . Honso frowned.

"My Lord," he said softly, and then raised his voice, "Your Highness!!" His medical power armor speaker added some high-frequency bands, "Lord Guilliman! There is still hope!!"

"Hope..." Guilliman hunched over and slowly turned to Honso. I don't know if it was an illusion. The Potion Master always felt that the pair of black and red bone horns disguised by his illusion... had become a little bigger. ...?

"Yes! Your Highness, there is still hope! Your brother! My father also carries the fragments of your other brothers that he rescued!"

"Brother." A glimmer of light shone in Guilliman's eyes again, "Yes. Brother, I still have brothers. I..."

"You are not alone."

"I am not alone... there is hope!"