Warhammer: Start with a dog

Chapter 518 It's the Thinker, I put the Thinker in! -

The courtiers, guards and servants of the Palace of Thorns have been dismissed.

There are only a few people in the large and empty bedroom of the palace owner, which is magnificent but cold and stiff.

On the outskirts of New Badab, the Red Pirates' fleet is making intensive preparations before departure under the order of the Blackheart King.

Abaddon, who claims to be the warmaster, has gone to start his 13th Dark Expedition, and as one of his allies who still exists for his face, Huron's fleet is just as he said when he recruited "Mercurius". The desire for outstanding champion warriors and commanders will never decrease with the time and the unfolding of the battle, but will only become stronger.

In addition to the skull, the Red Pirates have many other important things to harvest.

At this time, the health of the Pirate King as the supreme commander and whether he can maintain a certain level of health on the way is indeed very important, so Hong Suo got this opportunity to sign a life and death agreement for his own diagnosis and treatment measures before he could come to do it himself.

Apparently, his two potential colleagues thought that since Huron had mentioned to them more than once in private his "curiosity" about Mercury's talent and the impenetrable Indomitable Star Fortress, it was clear that just a little optimization would not save Honso's life unless he could make a dramatic and visible improvement to the body of the Badab Tyrant.

So.

Luft Huron sat in a specially made wide steel seat in his huge life-support mechanical armor, receiving the first examination and treatment from his new pharmacist.

This is a special chair that allows the person sitting on it to change from sitting to lying without moving, so it has recently served as a temporary resting place for the Pirate King - this is also the first gift Honso presented to him before starting to treat the Blackheart King. To be honest, it is not worth much, nor is it a precious thing, but it is indeed a pretty good idea, which seems to have a little relief for the movement of Huron's body that has always been in eternal pain and torture.

Because he was unwilling to give up his last bit of will - although this will only contained revenge on the Empire and no higher ambitions - the New Badab Tyrant, who was cursed by the Warp and was between death and life, did not say anything about it, but the people he trusted the most could see that he was still very satisfied with it, because the means he used when he was rescued were limited by the conditions and materials during his escape at that time. To be honest, they were so simple that they could be called crude patchwork. They could work correctly and maintain Huron's life for so many years, largely thanks to the extraordinary talents, hard work and other things of Amenus Valserx and Gareon.

Nevertheless -

"Look at the inside of this armor... Oh my god damn eyes! How can this circuit be welded directly to the nerve so roughly?! I'm going crazy... Although I can imagine how urgent the situation was at the time, they did incredible life-sustaining surgery and mechanical engineering for you and activated it, a miracle, my lord, I fully respect the genius work of the two masters, but I still have to say that these materials and connections are too crude, my lord. This will be very, very painful."

Gareon, who was watching the whole process, sneered, and Valserx patted the hand of the zombie lord, signaling his companions to be patient. Of course, the alchemist's own nebula array never relaxed its monitoring of Hongsuo. So far, this ignorant novice boy has performed perfectly except for his tongue that makes people want to cut it off for him.

"We have to sort out the wires, and then make some temporary bypasses at some of the severe adhesions between the cables and the nerves, so as to carry out the first phase of re-welding and repair surgery." Hong Suo muttered, and at the same time took the sterilized fiber block prepared by Mercurius and wiped his hands, "Turn on the shadowless sterilization lamp, keep the angle, and hand me my laser knife, the garnet one."

Apparently, a newly-minted local Khorne Berserker Champion was brought in again as a medical operation assistant and subspace monitor. This made the corpse lord, who always had a fake smile on his face, twitch several times when he witnessed this weird scene. The alchemist master looked at Hong Suo's "work" with more academic interest, and at the same time secretly thought that maybe he could find a suitable experimental subject and transform an assistant that suits his heart...?

"Ugh...hiss...hmmmm...hmmmm...ahhhhh..."

The Pirate King's mouth was half open, the injured side of his face was completely stiff and crooked, a silver saliva was overflowing from the corner of his mouth, dripping on his gray skin that had been stripped of blood vessels and most nerves for "maintenance", forming a small pool of accumulated liquid between the mechanical clavicle and the piston muscle on the side of the neck.

"Oh, sorry, sir, in order to convey your will, I'll first repair a temporary synaptic pathway for you..." The master of medicine stopped the exploratory surgery in his hand and began to study the tyrant's skull. His strange pet Hamadrya, who always jumped behind the tyrant's head or on his shoulders, had long since hidden behind the curtain of the subspace and disappeared without a trace.

Valsex moved, seeming a little worried about his master, and wanted to step forward to give Honso an off-site reminder - the head is too important to be messed with by a novice. He doesn't know how to carefully open the Black Heart King. His skull might cause him additional damage——

"Oh! Yes! I think this is here..." With the sound of the sealing bolts being opened one by one by the screwdriver carried on the medical arm, the right half of Huron's head radiated an unpleasant smell and leakage from the inside. The suppressed hissing sound was also exposed to the eyes of Honso and Mercurius as was the right half of his chest that was opened.

The Iron Warrior Potion Master's eyes lit up, and Mercury gasped.

More than one-third of Luft Huron's body was melted alive by the melta attack he suffered before his final escape. Literally, his skin and flesh were like lit candles. When the wax oil deformed, flowed, and cooled, it was completely fused with the metal armor shell and the interior that were melted at the same time.

The same was true for the bones inside half of his body. Mercury couldn't help but notice that the bones were already gray and charred in color, as if no one had cleaned or moved them since they were charred for the last time. , hung together with the pale internal organs that had lost too much blood, had almost no body temperature, and were wrapped in discolored human fat and fascia, hanging on the bionic mechanical devices that occupied more positions inside his body.

Although the Badab tyrant seemed complete and humanoid when he appeared in front of his people and villains, now that he is sitting here, under the pale surgical light, completely opened, they will discover his true nature. How badly it was burned—Honso was right, he should have died from that injury, either from the burned wound itself or from the excruciating pain of these huge open surgical wounds—but Lou Ford Huron managed to survive, and re-established his current family business in a wild land.

Mercury was horrified to find that at least in this matter, he had a little bit of admiration for Huron's will to survive and his tenacity to endure pain. Then he thought calmly that he didn't really have any real admiration for the traitor himself. The more he learned about his deeds, the more he had the impression that "this son must not be kept but must be replaced", but that he The utmost respect that a fair and sane mind can have for such an inhuman achievement.

After thinking about this, he returned his attention to the surgery in front of him.

Honsou asked him to carefully move the light closer to Huron's skull. He saw that the traitor pirate king's pupils shrank to the size of a pinhead under the white light, and now it was making unconscious but regular tremors: Iron Warrior Potion Master A small mechanical tentacle was led from the medical arm armor to the fingertips, and it was carefully probed into the same direction along the direction of the metal muscle fiber bundles, piston joints, and conductive biological cable bundles covered with light yellow lubricating fluid and black grease. The brain appears unnaturally off-white and dotted with many tiny solder joints.

"Well...I think it's here...the fucking eyes of fear! This brain area looks fine on the outside, but why is it so badly burned on the inside...Okay...I have to be careful and try not to cause more The wound... let me take a look... Okay, that's it, please try to say something, sir."

"Ah...ahem...ahem! That's it, add...Honso, that's it." It was like someone pushed a switch back to the correct position, and the dead muscles on the tyrant's crooked face were reconnected. The nerve signals from the brain restored his facial coordination, and Mercurius saw the Pirate King subconsciously suck the dripping saliva back into his mouth, indicating that he had encountered this kind of stroke-like attack on a mortal more than once.

Then the Pirate King raised the brow bone muscle on one side of his eyebrow in surprise, "This feeling..."

"How does it feel? My lord."

"Very good." Huron's words no longer sounded like growls or roars. It was obvious that the connections between brain synapses and nerves had been well corrected. "Very smooth." However, he glanced at Mercurius and expressed his approval. Changed to a threat, "But this is not enough, Honso, you promised me more."

"Of course. Sir. But today is just the first phase of examination and preliminary surgery. I know you will be very busy next." The pharmacist even smiled, "Let me adjust the neural link and self-cleaning function of the auxiliary ventilator for you. At the same time, how about correcting the balance of your hip joints and finding a more reasonable distribution of force? - But I admit that my mechanical talents are not as good as Master Valsex. Maybe we can work together for a short time. "The master of alchemy and the master of the forge came over and said, "The reaction speed of the left and right needs a lot of debugging, and the ventilator can suck out the sputum and sputum inside through the suction pipe installed behind the side chest. Pus."

"Ah, your point of view is very correct, Master. But maybe... you see, this is a conclusion that I have just entered and calculated through Lord Huron's actual body monitoring data," Honso said towards Mercury who was aside. Si stretched out his hand, and the other party looked at Hong Suo with obvious disbelief and warning, but immediately nodded and pretended to say, "The calculation has been completed." Then he reported a series of data to them.

Valsex looked at Honso's "work" with admiration, "You also integrated the Thinker into his body? What a genius idea! This is so convenient! The perfect laboratory assistant!"

"Yes." Honso shrugged nonchalantly, but everyone could see his nervous thoughts. Huron and Valserx's eyes met: the Iron Warrior pharmacist seemed to be really obsessed with his research and technology, so that he was very reassuring in hiding his emotions.

"I integrated two additional thinkers in his body, so he can still control his emotions... Isn't it great?"

Even Gareon couldn't refuse this topic, although the look he gave Mercury now began to turn into the kind of eyes that wanted to cut him open for research.

So in a seemingly very harmonious (?) new workplace atmosphere, Honso's first diagnosis and treatment of Huron ended perfectly.

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"What are you thinking about?" Honso asked.

"Nothing." Mercury, who came back to his senses, replied that the diagnosis and treatment had ended successfully. They were still in the Thorn Palace, walking towards the apron where the colorful Thunderhawks and Stormbirds were parked.

A Thunderhawk from the Indomitable hangar had already landed on the berth, waiting to take them back to the fortress.

It had not yet changed the beautiful blue paint on its fuselage to the common red or other colors here. In the strictly managed Indomitable hangar, no one dared to graffiti the seal of the Dark God on its fuselage. However, the Imperial Eagle emblem and the eye-catching white U-shaped emblem on its sides and front had been scraped off by Wannas after asking the Primarch for instructions before being marked with a red cross indicating the Red Corsairs' ally or mercenary relationship.

Before they walked in along the ramp, Mercury glanced at the cockpit. The pilot inside was wearing an ancient Mark III power armor in gun steel color, with black and yellow stripes on the shoulder armor. The style was obviously the same as that on the Indomitable - a simpler style that was more "horizontal and vertical" than the other Chaos Warriors here. He felt a little relieved and stepped into the ramp formed by the lowering of the hatch.

The hatch closed, and Mercury turned and walked along the rear cabin that was modified to carry a dreadnought, and then sat down on the steel bench.

"Has this place been remodeled?"

"Yes." The master of the potion nodded, also showing a slightly mentally exhausted look, "I told them to leave space for future dreadnoughts or mechas, because we are Iron Warriors, and no one has any suspicion. By the way, I asked Grendel to make sure there are no eavesdropping here."

"Very good."

"Luft Huron." A trace of hesitation appeared on the face covered with runes and magic circles, and the demigod with a devilish appearance spoke, "In his state... he shouldn't be alive."

"Indeed." The master of the potion answered bluntly, "But he survived."

"Can he be considered alive in that state? He obviously made a deal with evil things, those chaotic things, those powers of the warp, those..." Robert Guilliman hesitated and chose a word, "those demons, he made a deal with the demons."

A sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of Honso's mouth.

"Obviously, sir, but in my opinion, at least the material basis that keeps his body alive is not a big problem. There are many samples of his level in the underground secret rooms of some institutions in the corrupt empire, not to mention those mechanical scavengers and some barbaric undertakers I met in Kalan before... In other words, I can indeed repair him, and even let him get rid of some of the warp curse to some extent... I mean, physical pain and the like."

"His entire body has been burned and more than half of it has been cut off. You can still do follow-up treatment? Yes, this is a part of your and my dream fragments after all..."

Honso curled his lips, and the Iron Warrior's voice was as gentle as bewitching.

"But... you are a Primarch, the sacred brother of my father. If you need me to let him continue to suffer as a punishment for his betrayal and crimes... I am also happy to serve you."

For a moment, the red-armored warrior sitting opposite him seemed to show a look of approval and the pleasure of revenge, but then he pursed his lips.

"I am very eager for revenge... but courage and honor must not be lost either." Guilliman said his sacred will with a devilish face, "If we don't stick to our own moral principles, how are we different from them?"

"Excuse me, not only them, but also most of the armies and organizations in the empire now have no "morality", dear uncle."

"I know." The amber eyes looked at Hong Suo again, "But you actually have - or at least my brother, your father taught you to have morality, right? Don't test me, although I can do whatever I want in this dream where the warp and reality overlap, but I don't intend to indulge myself to the point of being easily out of control, and I won't lose control, don't worry, put away your tone and leave it to others."

"...As you wish, Your Highness."