Warhammer 40: Shattered Steel Soul

Chapter 145 The Mushroom Primarch
It doesn't know what it is or where it is.In short, it is such a nice, soft and steaming land. It is suitable for a thief to dig his head out of this soft mound of soil, stare at his two bright eyes that are neither green nor big, and pick things up from the ground. He picked up an iron stick used for watering shrimps and piped it. He held the stick and looked at the green thing next door with big eyes and then small eyes.

There aren't many cubs growing out of the ground right now. He can't tell whether it's because they haven't been planted for a long time or because the nutrition in this rotten vegetable patch is not enough. In short, the kid next to him only has three melons and two melons. A few jujubes were standing stupidly in the field with green leaves, not as cunning as them at all.

After thinking about it, he stretched out the stick in his hand and pushed the boy next to him into the vegetable field with his butt upwards, and burst into laughter.When the other boys saw this, they rushed up to play with him, and he easily fucked his pussy with a left hand and a slap in the face. When the other boys were tired, he felt that he had grown bigger again. Circle, lick the armpits, and it smells bad again.

Just as it was arrogantly picking up some rotten vegetable leaves from the ground with its hands on its hips to decorate its brain, suddenly two big steel shrimps and a tiny black shrimp rushed in. The first The first big guy is both gold and silver, and the second big guy is both silver and gold. He is very old.

Before it waaaaagh, a golden light burst out from the palm of the little black shrimp, as bright as Brother Mao's big fart, and it was instantly crushed into a charred paste.Before it had time to act cunning and pretend to beg for mercy, uh...

"Are we encountering a particularly fast-growing branch, or is this common among orcs?"

Morse raised his hands flat, and fire poured out from his palms. The scorching flames carried the fragments of flying golden letters and asserted that they burned through the black and brown farmland where all the lush vitality of the Phalanx was turned into alien nutrients, leaving behind only charred residue, and then destroyed The coming of power carries the hope of redemption.

After the flames burned away the organic matter in the soil, and even the walls were covered with the dark remains of the swaying shadows of the flames and candles, Morse put down his hand and pinched out a golden candlestick, leaving thirteen clusters of golden flames surrounding the land as a symbol of In preparation for setting up to prevent another accident, the hands clapped each other to signal the end of the work.

"Can't tell," Roger Dorn said.

And Perturabo snorted: "This is best an exception."

"At least we have proven the efficiency of the orc growers. If this thing can be eaten like a non-toxic mushroom, we may directly solve the supply problem of the imperial fleet, and we can report it to the emperor for reward."

Morse compacted several acres of charred and caked land with majestic force, and stabilized it into a solid black glass-like ground. The atomic structure was directly changed under his control, eliminating the possibility of the orcs sprouting again as completely as possible. sex.

If you look at the black stone ground together with the thirteen clusters of eternal flames and the burnt marks on the surrounding white walls, it feels like a deep atmosphere full of shadows in a dark temple or temple.

"I see that your field cannot be reused," Morse said, "I will simply prepare a decorative place for you."

Rogal Dorn belatedly added: "Even if Orks can be eaten, the very act of raising xenos is contrary to the Emperor's public declaration - thank you for the free interior design, Morse."

"Mors has never been able to give good advice," Perturabo said, casually aligning himself with Dorn and covering up his frown with his cheap jokes.

Morse has gradually discovered a characteristic of Perturabo recently, that is, the closer the interlocutor is to the Lord of Iron, the more compromised the Lord of Iron's rhetorical skills will be.

He smiled and didn't care. "I assume that a necessary component of a good relationship is mutual ridicule, Perturabo. Let's move on to the next place. I think Dorn is getting anxious."

Dorn raised his head from the data tablet, then lowered it again in order to talk to Morse: "Floating spores were detected in the water tank of the microalgae culture room, and there are no formed orcs."

"We can try non-supernatural purification methods this time," Perturabo said. "Don't let Morse do all the work."

Dorn showed his data pad, which contained several green-skinned orc cooking methods listed in neatly printed handwriting, including potions, incineration, high pressure, extremely low temperature, and so on.He did not know when he finished writing the silent project execution list with extremely high efficiency. This may be used to demonstrate the advantages of freehand writing on the data pad compared to silent recording written with a data pen.

"I have ordered my mortal servants to prepare a series of measures," Dorn said. "In addition, the canned vegetables distributed this afternoon are being stored in the warehouse. No one else has eaten them except a member of the Imperial Fist Legion who tasted them to verify their nutritional content. .”

"Then you go and burn the orcs, and I'll see if the Astartes' saliva and stomach acid can dissolve the orc spores." A golden stream of light flashed across Morse's body, and he was ready to attack both the human physical body and the light body. Hazardous memory-repairing psionic powers, as well as the possibility of requiring surgery to replace internal organs.Although he found out that there was no green skin in the legion member's stomach during the remote spying just now, such a delicate operation still requires some preparation.

"Give me the address and I'll find you after processing."

"No, Mors." Dorn took back his data pad. "Our legions need to be directed whether to pursue the Ork fleet and how to cleanse the planets occupied by the Orks."

He looked at Perturabo, who was torn between tightening his eyebrows more tightly or stretching the muscles between his brows appropriately: "So, Dorn?"

"Are you willing to test an effective way to eliminate the orcs alone, and I will be responsible for commanding both our legions?"

Donne began his explanation seriously, and the words unfolded naturally and smoothly from his mouth, without any irrational discussion hiding unnecessary emotional factors.

"I don't want to seize your command, but you are more experienced in conducting experiments. If I have time, I should test it with you and learn how to operate it. However, two Primarchs are doing the same thing at the same time. "Considering that the opportunity for our Legion to fight is a waste and a waste, and that it would be a waste to avoid encountering an enemy that the Legion cannot deal with on its own..."

Perturabo reached out and tapped Rogal Dorn on the shoulder, and his brother responded with a wink.

"No need to explain further, I agree," Perturabo said. "I can see that the Imperial Fists are good at attacking. Do what you want, you have my name and permission."

Morse snapped his fingers. "Since it seems that burning a piece of farmland can effectively help you suppress your worries about the interior of the Phalanx, how about I teleport you to the strategy room?"

Rogal Dorn's feet were in the air at the moment he was about to nod. By the time he nodded along with the inertia, he had landed at the door of the strategy room.

A heavy landing helped him stabilize his body instantly. His eyes swept across the golden armor he was wearing, and he steadily walked into the spacious hall.

The Imperial Fists command team and Kaidomo Frix and Azak Ahriman, who had previously collaborated, are waiting here.Iskus stood nearby, his half-metal face filled with determination, completely unaware of the disaster he had inadvertently caused.Dorn was not prepared to punish him now.

"Kaidomo Frix."

"Yes, Lord Primarch."

"Recommend to me a suitable team of Iron Warriors. I need to second [-] Iron Warriors to participate in the next several battles against aliens." Dorn requested. This number is one-fourteenth of the Iron Warriors' current Astartes. one. "I need commanders who are good at space warfare and close combat fire support."

"Warsmith Bill Perrin," Frix answered. "Nicknamed 'The Good Captain'."

Rogal Dorn nodded and sent an invitation to the Iron Warriors to assist in the battle through the data pad. At the same time, he continued to name the command levels of the Imperial Fists and arrange their respective combat tasks.

He kept Morse's proposal in mind. Those participating in the battle this time will include Aeolus, the former commander of the Imperial Fists, and his first company. In the Unification War, Aeolus' close combat helped him meet the challenge. Come for many meritorious deeds.

Meanwhile, Rogal Dorn himself will join the fight.

(End of this chapter)