Chapter 477 Before Opening the Door

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While he sat here, thinking among the scrolls and maps hanging, scattered or packed in old supply boxes, the Honso of Medlengard, at least part of him, was returning.

After the white apothecary plating was rubbed off with the sand and stones on the ground, the original color of steel that was hidden underneath was revealed.

This means that the personal chief apothecary of the primarch of the Fourth Legion, the owner of the apothecary laboratory of the Destiny Steel, the custodian of the gene seed bank, the teacher who wove blankets for Parogov, the master of the apothecary who liked to add some rich genes to the patients, and the famous invisible eater in the cafeteria, Master Honso, disappeared at this moment, and Honso is returning.

This sentence means that the Honso that "Perturabo" is not familiar with, the Honso that Parogov and his friends are not familiar with, but the Honso that Soltarn and his friends are very familiar with, the war blacksmith, the half-blood, the calm bastard is returning.

This time, he had much more capital than when he first opened his eyes in the trenches of the Iron Warriors, he said to himself, Hong Suo.

The power armor was in good condition in terms of energy and maintenance. The only regret was the weapons.

When he was brought here by some unknown bastard, he was not able to bring his latest double-edged long-handled power broadsword - after all, no one would carry this weapon that could easily knock over the reagent bottles on the table in his own laboratory - he only held a box of samples he was developing at the time and a syringe in his hand, but fortunately, his pistol was still in his holster, and the disinfection precision mechanical arm behind him and the high-performance Iron Blood special medical auspicious instrument on the arm armor were still there, and the reactor had sufficient energy.

Despite this, when Hong Suo realized that he was not on the safe Iron Blood, but was likely in a chaotic place, but before trying to kill everyone, he found that there was still a possibility of going back, so he immediately began to think about the next action.

First, out of a vigilant instinct that had been engraved in his bones for centuries, he did not open the door to go out, nor did he foolishly stick his head out to be witnessed.

His choice was to immediately start to deal with his appearance, while cautiously exploring this unfamiliar room without making any noise.

After all, if the paint coating was worn off and it turned out to be a false alarm, it would only be a matter of going to the armory to repaint it. If he lost his life and the possibility of returning to his father because of such carelessness, it would be a loss.

First of all, he was surrounded by more ancient record carriers with faded and unknown symbols than he expected: star maps of unknown galaxies, arrows and arcs in the Milky Way that indicated directions or locations for unknown reasons, alien text footnotes or lost texts, ancient books, scrolls and maps of spells, and some traces of spreading on the table, indicating that the owner of this room had collected and studied them in large quantities. In addition, they all showed colors and textures that he was once very familiar with.

These materials of different colors were all peeled skins, some carefully tanned, and some with remnants of dried tissue on the back, some human and some alien.

He wandered around and found that the unpleasant smell of hallucinogens and burning grease that he smelled when he woke up came from the herbs and other substances placed in several braziers in the room.

Hong Suo's respiratory tract, which had been made sophisticated by the clean and fresh air of the Destiny Steel, was urgently adjusting its epithelial cells and began to filter toxic impurities from the lungs.

The former pharmacist, who was now proficient in various biological agents and drug properties and carried a very good analyzer, glanced at the burning and volatile components in the brazier. His first thought was: Are you sick? Lighting this in the house and still think it's not enough to attract demons, not killing them quickly enough, and not enough to damage nerves and brain cells, right?

Then he immediately extinguished all the braziers here, and sprinkled a few handfuls of sand on them.

Then, he picked up the cup on the table that was only left with the bottom of the cup, and sniffed it. The lingering stale smell of the "clean water" that was filled with purification tablets, circulated countless times, and the filter core was not replaced in time immediately filled his nasal cavity.

But when he put the cup down, the glittering water surface at the bottom of the cup made him pick it up again and look inside again.

The thin water surface was shimmering, reflecting Hong Suo's broken face in the light from the outside.

The top of his head had just been shaved, well, there was nothing wrong with a bald head.

His cheeks were full and his skin was moist, with a feeling of being well-fed, well-nourished and taking a bath every day (for the cleanliness of the laboratory), but there was no good way to deal with it for the time being.

His face was ruddy, well, he thought for a second, grabbed a handful of sand, and rubbed his face until it began to turn slightly red, very red, so it looked unkind. Or too calm? But maybe it wouldn't be so calm next.

He looked at the special spotlight and exquisite mechanical servo arm behind him in the reflection again, and realized that these tools were too clean, which might make him look not chaotic enough, not evil enough, not like a perverted villain who specialized in plundering seeds, biting people's kidneys, and cutting loyalists into pieces and making them into monsters.

Well, it's really troublesome. It would be great if we could summon the Iron Blood to bomb the outside first, or at least provide him with his little Nilaydoa to fight alongside him?

My father once said: Master and apprentice are of one mind, and their strength can cut through metal!

- Besides, Parogov has not only skills, but also that face.

That face! This God-given face is their capital. As long as they can run to any jurisdiction of the Imperial Fists or its sub-groups, Hong Suo is confident that he can get enough resources for the master and apprentice and quickly steal a ship with his apprentice before being sent to Terrache (trial).

Even if they can't find the Iron Blood immediately, he knows roughly which star region to go to look for it - a planet as big as the Bellacan Forge World will not have legs and run away, and a forge world is still much easier to find than some unknown planets, right?

Damn it! Who sent him to this strange place alone?

When he approached the gap in the roof, he could feel the unobstructed strong wind blowing in the same direction outside, which meant that he was probably in a towering terrain that was not very conducive to escape but conducive to defense. At the same time, he also heard the faint additional operating noise of the power armor servo joints that were not particularly well maintained.

There must be guards outside, and they are Astartes, but I don't know what it has to do with him in this environment. In short, judging from the signs just found in the room, they are 99% Chaos Astartes, not the pseudo-emperor's lackeys, unless some of these so-called loyalists are also good at summoning demons and studying witchcraft.

Hong Suo felt irritated.

He searched again in this extremely simple "room" filled with chemical fabric bags filled with stones, gravel and soil, or simply whole rocks of suitable sizes, and finally stacked them together with some rough wire mesh and frames. It was so simple that it could only be considered temporary to an Iron Warrior, trying to find more clues and traces that could help him deduce his location and situation before leaving the house.

Then he found that he couldn't find anything more, so he finally decorated his mechanical medical arm with a skull and some human skin from the corner, and used a piece of rusty chain and leather to disguise his medical arm armor. He took a deep breath and walked towards the door that looked the strongest and heaviest in the room.

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A completely unreasonable natural environment.

This could never be in a completely real universe.

This was Hong Suo's first impression of the outside world.

As far as he knew, no planet in the real universe could have a city on a mountain with scorching sunlight that seemed to dry people, a dark night sky with countless colorful stars spinning, and fragments of various distorted worlds mixed together under the same sky.

The former master of potions, now a war blacksmith, suddenly realized that someone was looking at him.

He turned his head and found that the guards at the door were two warriors wearing ancient Terminator power armor, and his eyes happened to meet their helmet eyepieces flashing scarlet light.

The heavy metal of the Indomitable Terminator covered their entire bodies. Two huge fangs extended forward from both helmets. They held spears with barbs in their hands, standing at the door of the simple house he had just walked out of like two huge and dusty statues.

They were obviously full of doubts about Hong Suo coming out of this room, but they did not choose to stop or attack him at the first time, nor did they rashly ask him.

Then, it is very likely that these are guards or sentries, not guards.

If there are two Terminator guards standing guard for him, then his status in this camp must be quite high, and he may even be a war blacksmith here, just like before he miraculously made the decision to board the Iron Blood that day.

His heart became even colder, and he resisted the habit of nodding and greeting people that he had just developed on the Iron Blood, and temporarily deleted them from the habit list.

Then he was attracted by the sound of flags fluttering in the wind. Hong Suo looked up and felt his heart become half excited and hot, and half cold: a flag, with a black-gray base and yellow-black stripes in the middle. The pattern at the top was a silver grinning skull mask, with bared teeth and two black eye sockets staring at the viewer with malice towards the whole world.

Wait.

What's going on? He was in the Iron Warriors' camp, but these guys obviously had not received the grace and teachings of their father. He estimated the height of the Terminator and looked into the distance. He could see some figures on the defense wall made of the same simple earth and stone woven bags and iron nets: shorter than himself, but very strong and sturdy, wearing old and broken Mark IV or III, or even II power armor made of various parts, which looked like they were patrolling back and forth or keeping watch.

Well, then, at least there were all Chaos Iron Warriors here, which was not bad. He was not unfamiliar with dealing with these old guys.

He pretended to walk forward for a while, as if he was strolling casually. No one came to stop him or question him.

There were several teams of Iron Warriors passing by. When they saw him, they all clenched their fists and placed them in front of their breastplates, showing him the courtesy of a war blacksmith.

Very good. So far, he had not seen a second person with a higher status than himself, and this camp could only accommodate a limited number of people. When he walked half a circle, he was sure that he should be the owner of this group of Iron Warriors and this camp.

But why? If this was the consequence of not boarding the Iron Blood, then why did he leave the Kalan-Gol Fortress on Medlengard and appear here? On a strange planet he had never heard of?

A broken voice attracted him, and he asked an Iron Warrior to go away. He climbed up a sentry tower on one side of the defense wall and looked at the huge mountain with a constantly changing environment far away from their camp.

There was a huge fortress on the top, like a giant crown built of black and gray rocks, perched at the highest point, looking down at all the buildings and creatures under the feet. It was completely carved out of the rock of the entire mountain, and the entire head of the mountain was hollowed out to be reshaped into such a huge palace fortress.

The defensive walls, parapets and firing holes built along the mountain, as well as the fortresses that seemed to grow out of the rocks and calculated the angles for accurate killing of the enemy, occupied the upper half of the entire peak. The swirling barbed wire, like the endless dragon spines, claws and teeth, chose people to devour on every road leading to the huge, iron-thorn-like outer wall of the palace.

And the many defensive weapons it was equipped with. Due to the scarcity of resources on Medlengard, even during the reign of Falk, the prosperous Karan-Gol never had such a powerful and terrifying series of weapons. Obviously, there must be void shields here, but they have not been opened at this moment.

A large number of large-caliber charged defense turrets surround the fortress palace. The turrets are equipped with more than one cannon that can shoot down the largest ships except the Iron Blood and crush any naval fleet that dares to attack this place.

Looking at such a majestic and solid huge fortress, a certain passion from the blood of the Iron Warriors surged in Hongsuo's chest for a while.

He stopped for a moment, looking at the entire fortress and the structure of the mountain city below it, the winding stairs, the rugged capes, mountains and bays extending out.

Although there is not even sea water in the normal sense here.

But these nouns can still give any creature related to humans the concept of understanding the corresponding objects described, which is wonderful, he thought.

This planet in the vortex of chaos is certainly not comparable to ancient Terra. But these words describing the terrain are still used on planets with humans thousands or even tens of thousands of light years away, to describe the terrain in the human cognitive concept on the alien ground.

He paused for a while, and an intuition drove him, and he decided to walk out of the door and take a look at the huge and winding mountain city at the foot of the palace.