Chapter 456: Where Do You Think the Mysterious Consultants Mentioned by Tolamino Live?

Chapter 456: Guess where the addresses of the mysterious consultants mentioned by Toramino are -

Severe pain struck Uriel from his old wound without mercy.

Because someone was kicking him in the head with the toes of power armor boots. Fortunately, the blood from the cut in his neck had clotted. The Lariman organ was working excellently, but new blood began to flow from his head. He heard Pausanius yelled angrily to stop and there were sounds of struggling.

There was also a rather interesting voice speaking with an extremely ancient aristocratic accent.

"...Grendel, are these the prisoners you captured? All of them? Just two?"

"I didn't expect that there was a psyker among them who could move normally. Teleportation. It would be good if I could keep two of them." The Iron Warrior in question roared and took the iron boots from Ventris's He moved away with a final kick to the head, "This guy should wake up! Get up! Kneel down!"

"That would indeed be a shame, as the souls of our psychic cousins ​​have always been a favorite snack among my closest advisors."

Uriel tried to open his eyelids, which was a bit difficult because most of his face was covered with his own blood, and some of it flowed into the gaps between his eyelids and had solidified.

He was roughly pulled to his feet by two Chaos Space Marines, who forced him to his knees by his hair, exposing his face to the approaching men - and when Uriel refused to kneel, they hammered him hard. The socket of his knees until he knelt down in pain.

A pair of shiny, spotless power armor steel boots with a large number of gold and onyx carvings that were incompatible with this place stopped in front of him.

Apparently ten thousand years of time and life in the Eye of Terror have made the Iron Warriors' warsmiths more distinct from each other, at least this one certainly is.

He thought happily.

You see, there are even those who become like the Iron Warriors on the Destiny Steel... So... Julius... you and that Chapter Master... who are...

"Who are you?"

Unlike all the "Silver Skull" warriors Uriel has encountered before or the Iron Warriors here, the hair color of this lord who lowered his head to inquire about him is not black, but snow white, and he has rare and carefully managed hair. Uriel had long hair and even smelled of carefully applied incense ointment on him.

"...Uriel Ventress. Are you Toramino?"

"Ah, a good name, a smart person. Let me guess, whose bloodline are you? Well...the characteristics of this skull..."

The wizard lord's armored gloves, as bright as silver mirrors, touched Uriel's face, and used his cold fingertips to push away the blood on his face, pressing his skin inch by inch, and touching every shape of his skull. This almost licking feeling made Uriel feel nauseous. He tried to turn his head away, but the Chaos warrior holding his hair did not give him this chance. He had to endure the other party carefully examining all his physical features.

The Iron Warrior withdrew his fingers and licked the blood on his fingertips.

"Very sweet and pure...smelling of warriors and untainted, so you're not one of our fellow travelers. And these cranial features." He chuckled. "I've dug out at least fifty of these heads. Brain or eyeball, so I guess you are the descendant of Robert Guilliman."

"There is nothing to hide," Uriel replied, trying hard to get his stagnant mind moving. "Don't mention that name with your cursed mouth! Wizard!"

"Ha, ha. It seems that you are still ignorantly thinking about the Corpse Emperor and your father who refuses to fall into the sweet embrace of death. Then, Uriel Ventris, tell me, why do you appear here like this? ? Showing up in my fortress and killing my guards? That's not Ultramarines at all - maybe that's why you were kicked out? I left two more copies when I was there? Ha!”

"As you can see." Uriel replied, and at the same time began to pray that Soltarn's ability to tell lies could be shared with him at this moment, "We are... a group of expelled wanderers, and we see an outbreak here. There was a war, so we wanted to come and see if we could find something while we were there."

The wizard lord snapped his fingers.

"It sounds reasonable, but you little liar! - If so, how can you run into such a deep place and recognize me and know my name? Tell the truth! You and Suo What does Ertan have to do with it?”

"..." Uriel's face suddenly showed an expression to cooperate with the wizard's discovery. He turned his face sideways in an artificial way, and at the same time took the opportunity to secretly wink at Pasanius - he saw the sergeant's blue eyes blink. He blinked to show that he had received his signal.

"Ha! I knew it! A group of thieves! Tramps! Soltarn hired such a group of people to sneak into my fortress to do some small tricks! Degenerate! He completely abandoned the past combat policies and habits of our Iron Legion! "

The wizard lord snorted disdainfully, "I have long disliked this ugly guy. He knows nothing but knowing which rocks to put explosives into. He is not like me who has always been conscientious. Even if he is not dismissed by the original The physical understanding has always served the Lord of Iron perfectly! Why can he always be favored by the original body? "

Pasanius pretended to submit and began to secretly accumulate strength - they must not know how much power is contained in Pasanius's body, which is taller than other Space Marines.

"Grendel, look, your old boss Berossus, although not very smart, is better than this degenerate Soltarn! My old opponents are now becoming more depraved one by one! Since Balban ·After Falk's ascension to the demon world, all the people with the past glory and the pure and noble ideals of our army are gone! It's me who can truly restore the purity of the past army! The noble man! The primarch’s trident belongs to me!”

The Wizard's Warsmith's personal guards immediately began to clap and cheer their master's words expertly.

At that moment, the indescribable expression on the face of Grendel, who had been Berossus's commander-in-chief, strangely overlapped with that of the two former Ultramarines.

Pasanius let out a roar, overturned the two Iron Warriors who were holding him down, and rushed towards his company commander. At the same time, Uriel jumped up suddenly and clamped Toramino's neck with his arms. , raised his knee and hit his face that always maintained a proud expression.

"Use your arms!" Uriel gasped, "Pasanius! Kill him!"

Pasanius raised his mechanical arm at a speed that was incompatible with his size. The arm made an overload roar of the built-in engine and hammered Toramino's skull with huge force.

Suddenly, witchcraft currents surged into the limbs of the two prisoners, and at the same time they heard the wizard lord sneer.

"Okay, okay, nice little trick. How about seeing mine?"

The smell of fox fire filled the air. Toramino raised his head, his pupils flashed with the light of witch fire, and at the same time, a blue-purple energy blade appeared out of thin air, crackling, and headed straight for Uriel. Go away with your head.

"No!" Pasanius only had time to reach out and try to hold the end of the energy blade, but it immediately exploded the moment it came into contact with the material entity——

"Pasanius!"

"Haha! Stupid thing! A carpet that turned into flesh... Huh?"

The wizard lord's cruel laughter stopped.

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"This is...?" Uriel looked at his companions in surprise, and Pasanius also looked at his arm in surprise.

The silver mechanical arm gifted from the Destiny Steel has now lost its outer layer of ceramic power armor due to resistance to the shock wave, exposing the structure below.

Under the damaged part, undamaged silver metal was exposed: it was the core of the circular joint at the connection, with a faint paw print glowing platinum on it, as if it had been inadvertently touched on the smooth ball-shaped joint. The warm glow left on the surface was similar to the feeling the rosary gave them.

The haughty Toramino rose abruptly from his seat and dashed across the hall, his cloak billowing behind him.

The wizard lord almost immediately knelt down beside the sergeant. He held up Pausanius' arm in fascination and stroked it lovingly with a disgusting look that made the blond former Ultramarine show disgust again. He pressed his face against the cold metal obsessively.

"How perfect... This is a true work of art that combines psychic energy with steel! It has my father's breath on it! But it's not the emblem of the Lord of Iron... Could this be my father's new favorite...? Ahhhhhhhhh ! ! You blue thieves!”

The wizard lord suddenly roared with rage and spit, "Take them to the savage undertaker and give them to study! But tell them to keep this man alive. I want to know everything about this arm - everything, everything , details, who made it, who touched it, where..."

When they were finally dragged away from the terrifying throne room, still paralyzed by the witchcraft lightning, Uriel's blurred vision saw the Iron Warrior Wizard Lord lifting a slave in frustration and hollowing him out, And pinched out juices of various colors, began to draw new ritual circles one after another, prayed to his mysterious power to help people, and asked for advice.

"No, how is it possible? How could the Lord of Iron allow his favor to fall on the followers of the abominable Corpse Emperor who betrayed him and us? He didn't even want to inform me that his most perfect child has been born since thousands of years ago. I have followed him to this day...? Ten thousand years... No... This is definitely not my problem... Please tell me how..."

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"Sir Toramino...asked you to deliver it?"

"Yes, this is brought to you. This one with the mechanical arm must carefully study how to peel it off, and no messing with the hands and feet is allowed! And this one, the adults said you can throw him into your amniotic farm (Amnioticfarm). Here, he would be a good petri dish.”

Grendel pointed to the two prisoners in turn who had not yet had the strength to stand up from the witchcraft's electric shock.

In front of the elevator of the underground laboratory, which is full of stinky steam, putrid amniotic fluid and other unpleasant smells of organic matter, there is an unrecognizable shelf made of the fragments of many people pasted together on a shelf made of the bones of an unknown number of creatures and chaos machinery. The movable mixture of flesh and metal received the barbarian morticians at the entrance to their territory.

Even a warrior like Grendel who loves blood and killing begins to feel uneasy in this place full of strange blood and aura of life and death. The Iron Warrior seems to be disgusted with this place and wants to leave early, but something comes from him A deeper internal driving force made him decide to fulfill his assigned responsibilities first.

So he didn't say much to this patchwork zombie he called "Sabatier", who might have once been a human. He just gave a few simple instructions and left the almost unconscious Uriel and Pasanius to this terrifying creature.

"Hehe... Welcome to come next time... The master will... be happy to... operate on you..."

Grendel responded to the other party's enthusiastic retention by spitting a mouthful of acidic saliva and immediately starting the elevator to leave here.

It is indeed... understandable that this Chaos Champion is so anxious to run away.

Before the neural interface on his torso was injected with more paralysis drugs by the disgusting probe dripping with mucus, Uriel panted hard, blinked his eyes and tried to observe the surrounding terrain, thinking so at the same time.

The thing in front of him - no, even if he was a space marine, he really couldn't tell whether this thing called Sabatier was originally a man or a woman, or whether it was human.

Although it was actually naked, any secondary sexual characteristics and facial features had completely disappeared from this thing due to excessive surgical cutting and splicing.

It has no facial features, all replaced by brass components. The processed skin is barren and presents a bluish-purple-gray color between the newly dead and the dead. The only sad mark Uriel can recognize on it is a corroded but still visible circular emblem: a decayed skull and black gears combined together, showing him another dark side of the followers of the God of All Machines.

This being, who may be a doorman, servant or butler of the barbaric undertakers, is covered with scars that were cut and sutured by mechanical scalpels ruthlessly, as if each piece was cut off from the unfortunate victims by a crazy butcher wielding a meat saw. But when these pieces of corpses are sewn together in a rough way like sewing rags, they present a weird sense of precision - meaning that this thing is not only alive in this state, but can also think and speak.

Because it was now walking with two legs, one black and one white, of different lengths and thicknesses, directing the servitors to push their latest victims, or new experimental samples, into a spiked iron cage transporter with a chain, ready to be transported deeper into this ominous place.

Pasanius roared and gathered his last strength to resist, and then Uriel's eyes flashed with a silver light: he saw a snake-like mechanical tentacle leaping from one of them and inserting a thick needle into one of his sergeant's neural interfaces. Then within a second, the tall blond sergeant staggered and fell down, and this time he was completely unconscious.

When Uriel Ventress was sent to the center of the lowest level that was shining with dangerous blood-red light, he saw his friend tied to the operating table for the last time, and a cutting saw with a vicious motor sound was suspended above, starting to cut open the remaining power armor ceramsite layer of Pasanius.