Chapter 480 The Third

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The city at the foot of the palace of the Badab tyrant is "bigger" than it looks and is estimated.

As they walked down the winding mountain steps and descended the platform that was abruptly carved out of the mountainside for countless times, Honso thought so.

Vannas walked beside Honso. The son of Klax now had his hair braided high on his head, and two Eldar-carved bone hairpin daggers were inserted into it. His skin was stretched tight by his scalp, making his chin look even paler and thinner. Now there was a smile on his thin lips.

"Not used to this kind of maze? A little dizzy? It's easy to feel this way the first time you come here, but this is how underground enclosures are."

"I'm just surprised that there's a need for 'underground' enclosure facilities in a lawless place like the inside of the Maelstrom. Even if there's someone nominally in charge here." Hong Suo commented scathingly, "Besides, I have a good life suggestion, Adalic."

"What?"

"You should never, say, 'Are you dizzy in a maze' to any Iron Warrior when chatting."

"Oh. Okay." The purple-eyed Raven Guard shrugged, "But the space here..." he pointed out.

"There is a certain element of witchcraft, and there is also a not-so-subtle but very thoughtful use of the folding and staggered layers of the space curtain. The two ends of the corridor we just passed are connected to the two ends that are far apart, right?"

"Indeed." Wannas nodded, and the ends of his long black hair swayed beside his cheek as his head moved.

"...You really look like a Dark Eldar pirate now, and it's almost impossible to ignore that you're wearing a black power armor. I say, is it necessary?"

"It is necessary." Adalic turned his face to Hong Suo, who saw a faint white-gold halo in his purple iris, like a golden ring at the time of a solar eclipse. Then, after the war smith raised his eyebrows in surprise, he blinked again, and the golden ring disappeared.

"There are quite a few people who knew me before who are still alive. I wanted to draw a symbol of a Dark Prince believer on my face, which would make it easier to fool people, but I found that I couldn't draw it."

"Can't draw it?" Hong Suo narrowed his eyes, "Why don't you come to me? I'm happy to use a needle to tattoo it on your face."

"Do you think I haven't tried it with my heart?" The former Raven Guard shrugged, "But they were quickly healed by the skin's self-healing function, the pigment was expelled, and it disappeared with a touch."

"In theory, the skin of a Space Marine can be tattooed. I remember you have a chapter tattoo on your deltoid muscle. Is it still there?" Hong Suo asked.

"Thank you for your concern, Honso. My tattoo is still in the same place. This is the most obvious difference from my original body in my memory. It is also the reason why I am sure that I didn't accidentally smell some leaf smoke and have hysterics or accidentally take more combat potions than I calculated."

Vannas muttered, "But I can't add any other tattoos on myself, whether temporary or pierced into the flesh, all the symbols of the four beings of the Supreme Heaven are not allowed, not even the double-headed eagle."

"Then you should serve my father honestly." Honso pointed out rather sourly, "It's your honor, Adalic Vannas, all truths belong to him like steel, and you can only choose to obey or die."

"Obey or die." Vannas nodded slightly and raised a hand to gesture to his companions, "We are here. Welcome to the underground enclosure of the new Badab Royal City."

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The unique oxygen-rich blood smell of the genetically modified Astartes comes from eleven different individuals.

Ten individuals just died, and the time between deaths was no more than forty minutes.

This was the first thing that Honso's exclusive power armor told him.

Then his power armor, which was actually used for medical purposes, began to desperately send a large amount of data to his additional data receiving port - as the de facto pharmacist and chief medical officer of the Destiny Steel, he (after checking the regulations and finding that there was no rule prohibiting it) modified the carapace neural interface on his body. Of course, he was not yet able to fully master and change the black carapace, a wonderful biological engineering directional product, but as a pharmacist who was enlightened by Fabius Bile's works and practiced on Iron Warriors and Imperial Fists, he undoubtedly had a very high intuitive talent.

So now, although he was not wearing a helmet, his power armor still fed back more detailed content to him based on the data obtained by his own enhanced senses.

He narrowed his eyes and strode forward impatiently while Vannus was still negotiating with the gatekeeper, leaving his companions to rush to catch up with him after dealing with the gatekeeper.

"What's wrong?"

"It's the blood of the Iron Warriors. Some of the subspace energy marks are worth noting. Moreover." Hong Suo narrowed his eyes, and a series of data analysis fragments flowed across the retina deep in his irises. "The analysis shows a lot of bleeding and the end of hormones... The last one is about to die."

Vannas uttered a vicious curse, "I knew that the aliens were untrustworthy! That pirate slave owner, she fooled me! She gave me enough time! I told her that I liked this batch of goods!"

Honso did not intend to accuse Vannes of not acting proactively and quickly in this matter. After all, the Raven Guard could not have known a few days ago that a brand new Honso would come to replace the original war blacksmith. When Vanas was acting alone, even if he bought these Iron Warriors, he would not be able to take them away or have in-depth conversations with them.

So Honsou just strode forward, roughly pushing aside a swordsman wearing a full-covering leather mask and tight-fitting leather-like armor, and pushed aside several strong aliens, who all grinned before turning their heads. He opened his mouth and exposed his sharp teeth, wanting to see who was so bold, but a palm covered with ceramic steel and with a thin and fine single-molecule cutter on the surface sliced ​​open the skin of the armor and tore it apart. After removing the larynx or trachea of ​​one of the beasts, or whatever it was, they wisely made way for the war blacksmith who looked expressionless but actually looked like an unsheathed scalpel.

"Oh. Vannas, my dear, when did you come back? Why didn't you come to me?" A swordsman with both male strength and female grace swayed his plump hips and swam gracefully like a snake. Go to Vannas who is following Honso. "What are you doing for a living these days? Little crow? Those cute symbols of the Prince of Darkness are gone from your face, which makes it look a bit too plain and monotonous. - Is that your new employer in front of you?"

The swordsman stuck out his bright red tongue and licked his plump lips and the black leather mask covering his face. "He seems to be a very ruthless person who is proficient in cruel skills - are you interested in introducing him to me?"

"Don't mess with him." The former Raven Guard just left this warning and hurried away, leaving the thoughtful swordsman behind.

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When Honso rushed to the front of the crowd watching the underground slave wrestling, he happened to see the last hell beast standing on the field roaring and trying to trample it with its deformed, twisted feet made of flesh and metal. The moment he caught Darath Grendel's broken and bloody breastplate.

"Stop." Words as cold as ice came out of the war blacksmith's mouth. Although several spectators who were relatively close to him were trembling with fear and nervous, they still showed a twisted smile: one of them was going crazy and attacking. The hell beast in "Stop" is really too self-righteous, who does he think he is——

The Gene Eradicator's liquid-containing bullet accurately hit the walking claw raised by the hell beast, and then all the spectators watched helplessly as all the components of flesh and blood were decomposed, the proteins were hydrolyzed, and the DNA strands were loosened. , flesh, flesh, and nerves were reduced to original life substances, and the metal and inanimate beings linked and parasitized by them roared and melted like snow in the sun, turning into a strange and bright orange color.

There was a moment of silence outside the noisy octagonal cage, and then the audience and the operators here screamed in surprise, scrambling to escape towards various exits - usually ammunition with this effect and their users all It is notorious for "eradicating" any living creature present, and the effect of Honso's gene eradicator is very similar to that of certain ones with particularly bad reputations, such as a believer who easily causes tens of billions of exterminations. A loving father's warband.

Grendel was lying on his back on the ground, looking tattered and half his body was broken, but he still used his only remaining arm to push away the remains of the hell beast covering his body.

Honso calmly used the circular saw on the medical servo arm to cut through the metal fence of the Octagon, walked in, and reached out to pull him up.

"Oh! Lord of Steel!" Grendel complained, and at the same time he turned his head and began to spit out a mouthful of orange juice on the blood-stained sand, and then spit out another mouthful, "This tastes so disgusting! Stop it! Me! Half of my ribs collapsed when I killed the first two hell beasts! Leave half of it for me!"

"You can't die." The war blacksmith and master of apothecary began to skillfully perform battlefield first aid and bandage for him. "Go back with me, and I will cure you, Kadarath Grendel. I just need you now."

The former Berossus and later Toramino's commander of arms, chasing Grendel, who had unfortunately become a consumable in the underground arena, tilted his head and asked Vanus, who came over to help him up, "Is that right?" Hong Suo? Am I right? Why is that guy...? "

In the background, the drill on the apothecary's arm armor was directly cutting open the ceramic breastplate, muscle layer and rib plate of the dead Iron Warrior one by one, and then stretched out a special biological probe to "suck" them out from deep in the chest. All kinds of strange gene seeds.

"Who knows." Vanus shrugged at him, "Let's go back to the camp first." Grendel looked at him warily, and Vanus also looked at him carefully, although the influence of the Blood God was clearly visible. , but Grendel does not have the feeling of being overwhelmed by killing that all Khorne Berserkers have. He is like wearing a diving suit in a sea of ​​​​blood. He is a killer through and through. He also enjoys killing, but no longer does it for Under his control, something more definite occupied the position of the Blood God in the upper levels, forcing his nerve threads back to the strings of reason, and the God of War was helpless about it.

He blinked, and the white-gold rings in his eyes appeared again in the direction of sight that could only be seen by Grendel.

The Iron Warriors Champion immediately showed an expression of sudden enlightenment and then some excitement, "Actually! It's true! What the Stoneforge said is true! Haha! Steel lasts forever, and blood is just a form of expression of steel! It's true!"

"I shouldn't say actually." Hong Suo had already extracted all the contaminated gene seeds and walked to them, "How could you doubt it?"

"I was wrong." Grendel immediately answered sincerely in the most elegant tone that a believer of the Way of War could make, "It's you who came at this time, Hong Suo, and you are a pharmacist, which is enough to make me feel that the miracles that the Stoneforge - no, the Earth Ruler told us are all the truth of my father."

Hong Suo and Vannas looked at each other.

"When did the Stoneforge get such a new name? Grendel, come back to the camp with us first. It's not suitable to talk in detail here. I think I must listen to your story about these."

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So, before everyone returned to check the situation, they hurriedly left the underground gladiatorial enclosure.

After re-entering Honso's private room, Grendel received better (but very painful, because a black-hearted pharmacist claimed that anesthetics must be used on the blade, and Grendel's injuries were far from the point where he needed to be given anesthetics. A true champion warrior of the Iron Warriors should be able to endure such pain - otherwise he would not even be as good as an Imperial Fist! Of course, Grendel immediately accepted the challenge.) medical services. He sat on a large box with his upper body naked, moving his shoulders and arms that were shattered by the blow of the hell beast.

"I must say, although it hurts so much that I want to kill you, it's a miracle that they are as good as when I was a young boy who just joined the company. When did you develop such superb pharmacist skills?"

"My father's blessing." Honso was too lazy to explain more about this, and Grendel nodded, accepting the explanation very well and admiringly.

"Holy! Steel inside and out! Praise the great Perturabo!"

"Now tell us how you got here, and the others, Grendel." Honso's eyes flickered, "I am also interested in the Soltarn you mentioned. What happened? Tell me the news on Medlengard."

Astarte, who had a Mohawk, nodded, "This matter started when we suddenly learned that Soltarn began to integrate other small fortresses and factories..."