Warhammer: Start with a dog

Calixis Sector -

Procurement progress 108%

Destiny Steel (Iron-Blooded)

Pharmacist's workshop——

"You actually spared that despicable, barbaric, greedy, stupid, damn mortal like that! A gift! How could you still say such a thing as a gift!"

"This unscrupulous merchant sells something short and short, don't tell me it's fake. He'll pay you three for every one. Isn't it reasonable to pay twice as much? Now you don't pay attention to cost-effectiveness? This purchase is worth every penny. Do you understand shopping? - And I’m sure this will hurt him more than killing him, trust me.”

When Honsou received the call and rushed back to his brand new workshop, what he saw was the original body, the iron ring and dozens of neat cargo boxes beside them.

His original body had taken off his red mechanical robe and stood there in casual clothes.

In Honso's opinion, "Perturabo"'s costume may have originated from a home planet he has never seen.

Dense black biological data cables replaced the original body's hair and were tied into a bunch at the back of the head. The many golden and silver interfaces seemed to be some kind of novel hair accessories, and the tiny lake-blue current was hidden underneath, flickering finely. The mysterious mechanical shimmer and special hallucination camouflage made the original body look smaller than before, about a head and a half taller than an ordinary Astartes.

"Peturabo" has a strong and stocky body, wrapped in a multi-layered composite fabric robe and a silver scale-like shawl. A skull mask-shaped pin with a crown of light behind its head is fastened at the connection of the shawl.

In addition to being decorated with an alloy skull mask and several small stasis stance boxes, the palm-wide belt also hung a relic pistol, a gravity hammer and some scattered weapons or tool pendants that he couldn't name.

Ancient yet new, and unexpected, it fits Honso’s aesthetic perfectly.

Aesthetics, he thought to himself, was another word fished out from the depths of his memory.

In fact, it was different from the rumors he had heard and thought it would happen (although everything from Dassadra to Aharin seemed to be in danger). Life aboard the Ironblood was comfortable and relaxed (?) as he had never experienced before (?), and his father, the Lord of Iron, the Primarch, was also knowledgeable and kind (?).

His power armor, weapons and equipment backpack are now maintained in the best condition every day. The officers' mess hall can provide food and drinks at any time, hot or cold, and the taste is among the various food rankings in the Eye of Terror. It can be called very delicious.

When Honso first discovered this, he sat in the cafeteria and ate (while maintaining extreme vigilance) eight head-sized grilled barbecue steaks and nine bowls of amino oatmeal with sufficient amounts of ceramic salt. He burped and ordered six large packs of suckable triglyceride gel—it was actually iced apple and peach flavored! He swore on his fist that this was the most delicious and nutritious food he had ever tasted. He unconsciously and sincerely shouted in praise of steel and the King of Iron!

The gladiatorial cage and training room on the Iron Blood were obviously designed by a genius. The structure was strong, safe and spacious. It was different from anything he had seen before. Even the temporary storage place for broken servitors was always kept tidy - and The other side of the empire he had seen was also different. He thought about the comparison. It was more...more elegant (another new word), brighter, and more orderly.

After his appointment, he was assigned a suite exclusively for apothecary, complete with laboratory room, operating table, culture room, etc. His personal bedroom still has paintings painted by the original body, which are different for each Guardsman. (although the worried looks on the veterans' faces when they received it were barely concealed), Honseau liked the painting's depiction of a huge, brightly lit floating fortress with the Milky Way as its backdrop. Thick and friendly beauty.

While walking on the road leading to the place where the original body was summoned, after confirming that there was no one else nearby, Honso once touched his abdomen through the power armor. In addition to the muscles in better condition, there was an extra layer on it that was not obvious. Fat - and found that although he was confident that he could fight his way through the scheming and deadly accomplices, demons and Chaos warbands, he might still prefer the current atmosphere.

Thinking of other people's worries recently, he shrugged and said his life was going well, so what did the chaos power have to do with him? ——

The distraction lasted only a moment. After passing several security checks nearby, Hong Suo arrived at the meeting point.

"Praise be to you, my lord."

The original body was waiting for him, surrounded by a group of iron rings guarded by stars like a moon. One of them looked a little excited. Although the mech theoretically had no emotions, Honsou felt that it was very excited.

At this time, "Perturabo"'s face turned around, and Honso noticed that his genetic father's skin color and eyes looked more like a "living human being" than before. Inexplicably, it was like a ray of sunlight penetrating into the black In the dense forest, his soul, which has been immersed in conspiracy and violence since birth, also rarely shares a glimmer of joy.

"Ah, there you are." An object was thrown, and Honso instinctively made a defensive move, then caught the tool before it fell to the ground.

This is a power shear suitable for the size of an Astartes. "Come on, open them one by one, be careful, and then your new trainers... No, the new brothers look very uneasy."

More than just uneasiness.

Honsou thought to himself that any veteran could smell the fresh smell of high tension, fear and other emotions mixed with these little rats that carried the stench of the empire ten kilometers away.

He sniffed. The smell of fear in the semi-finished product was much more obvious than that of the complete Astartes. In fact, the concentration of the mixed smell factor increased by 40.5%. Although this was not unexpected, it could be regarded as a new product. Conclusive data to record. But why is there a strange animal smell here? Has this box been used to hold anything else before?

He neatly cut open the restraints and pulled out a new recruit.

The opponent's eyes lit up when he saw his white apothecary livery, and when he saw his regiment emblem, he roared and rushed to fight him. The new apothecary slapped him to the ground mercilessly, followed by a Kick your feet into the cubicle next to you.

The bold Julius, as the first speaker, was allowed to gather his companions.

Thirty scarred, hungry and cold-blooded inexperienced people stood in a corner of the work cubicle, forming a defensive formation, watching every move of these two strange space warriors (?) who were too suspicious.

Lamizane spread out his hands and stood up, allowing them to see his figure better. Although they noticed his height after being thrown into the compartment, the sounds of low breathing still came one after another, and there were many warning signs. , Nervous and incredulous eyes moved back and forth between Hong Suo and him.

"Well... I don't want to talk too much." He pondered for a moment, and the strange iron-ringed robot soldier beside him made strange noises again. Hong Suo couldn't help but look at it again.

"As you can see and hear, no matter which chapter you have belonged to before, you are currently affiliated with our SILVERY SKULL (Honsou's expression twisted) chapter. Maybe when you become a new blood, I will have I'm interested in learning about your past. This is Hongso," he pointed at the soldier wearing a brand-new pharmacist power armor and a medical backpack next to him. "Our new pharmacist, and your task is to cooperate with him in examination and treatment. And complete all the remaining transformation surgeries here until you are incorporated into the Tenth Company." He savored the emotional changes on people's faces with satisfaction, "The meal times are nine o'clock, fifteen o'clock and blackjack. Follow the rules of action. If you violate the rules, you will be taken away and made into a servitor. As for escaping, I don’t recommend you try. That’s it.”

He glanced at Honsou, who immediately understood the meaning and pressed a button. A row of shower nozzles protruded from the top of the cubicle and began to spray detergent and hot water on the crowd.

"Wait a minute, elder, our elder, where did you take the elder?!" A voice came through the alloy fence and the thick water vapor, and then a wet golden retriever's head came out, and You Lius, the others seemed to acquiesce in his leadership, ah, interesting, interesting young man.

"It's damn interesting again! How many times did you say interesting things today?! Did that blue mollusk invade your brain?!" Perturabo roared angrily in the telecom, and beat him angrily to death. control panel.

"On the contrary, I think we are getting better," replied Lamizane, who subconsciously rubbed his chin. "But if I admit my mistake correctly, we cannot let this elder wake up now."

Hongsuo had already taken the unconscious veteran out of his broken iron coffin and carried out the necessary cleaning and administration. His injury was much more serious than expected, but the new pharmacist was so energetic that he studied himself overnight. All new equipment and tools and quickly became proficient in using them.

The pharmacist pointed to an amniotic fluid medical cabin in the center and adjusted the cabin wall to be transparent, revealing the remains of the veteran suspended in it. "Your elder is here, boy. Also, don't be so presumptuous when speaking to the Chapter Leader."

While Perturabo was brainstorming Lamizane's magic voice, he took the time to comment, "It's good to be flexible."

On the other side, Lamizane is coaxing - well, although there are some discrepancies, Perturabo thinks that he is making up stories to coax Julius and others who still don't know much about the reality of the universe, so that the new recruits can I believe that they were eventually bought back by a mechanical priest who had a cooperative relationship with the Chapter. They had just returned from the edge of the wilderness. The ship of the expeditionary space warriors was definitely not the enemy of the empire. It was just that they had not been in the territory of the empire for many years, so they were a little bit confused. The ill-informed and retro-equipped battle brothers relaxed the nerves of many exhausted people.

It is unnecessary for weak mortals. Perturabo listened, sneered, and began to check the gene seed inventory. The brainwashing program will complete everything when entering hypnotic training.

Lamizane is pursuing victory, "...Although your elder has survived, his physical condition still does not allow him to be put into the war machine immediately. This medical amniotic fluid chamber is placed here, and everyone can see it. By the time we worked hard to save him, there was no trace of Chaos pollution... Even if you still need to go on an expedition, why not join us? This can better serve... Him."

In the end, the recruits who had been waiting for a long time but could not wait for the elder to wake up began to argue fiercely. Julius rejected all opinions and approved Lamizane's suggestion that "you can temporarily recover and receive treatment here."

After all, first of all, the appropriate window time for transformation surgery is precious, and since they left their home planet, they have not received the proper food supplements, medical examinations, hypnosis and drug treatment for a long time, and many people are in very unsatisfactory conditions.

"We are all the Emperor's currency, our value has not yet been realized, and our history should not be forgotten. No matter what you think," his sky-blue eyes burned with fire, "I think the first thing to do is to let us and the elders Let’s all survive.”

Hong Suo felt that this boy was very appealing to him, so he decided to be the first to practice with him.

After feeding the group of brats with rich stew, amino oatmeal and a large amount of vitamin potions and driving them into the new dormitory to rest, "Perturabo" turned around and stared at Honso with cold eyes, "You Do you know what to do next?”

The war blacksmith-apothecary Honso grinned, and the sneer permanently fixed on his face by scars seemed so sincere.

"Of course, my lord, as you wish."

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