Warhammer 40: Shattered Steel Soul

Chapter 157 New hairstyle?
This time the dissection was performed by the Iron Warriors' own apothecary, in part because Perturabo was fed up with the threat of green-skin mold that might crop up aboard the Phalanx.

"Introduce us, Titus," said Perturabo.

The Apothecary struggled to appear calm enough in front of the two Primarchs, and if he had to describe his psychology, he was a little shy when facing the Gene-Father - of course, this did not affect his professionalism.

"Yes, my lord," Titus replied, pointing to the Genna on the operating table.

An amber-yellow liquid flowed from the internal pipelines of the human-like alien organism, which was frozen at low temperatures in the laboratory.A large number of unknown parts after the intelligent machinery was disassembled were classified and placed on the pallet. The contents that were inconvenient to be disassembled were still wrapped in the bionic skin disguised as a human being and hummed in a low voice.

"I studied these mechanical structures with the technical sergeant," Titus said, keeping his eyes more on the operating table, "trying to explore the functions of the bionic machinery."

"We connected the current and wanted to explore the relationship between core components and limb control, and then we discovered that these key components for controlling bionic humans also need to be driven by psychic energy to a certain extent."

He pointed to the vast array of cables linked to the bionic skull.

From the outside, these cables look like long braids of steel, with the ends inserted into the scalp of the bionic machine and connected to various control ports in a soft tissue similar to the brain.The other end can be connected to other meditators for data transmission and program control.

"Hate intelligence?" Dorn asked.He has only seen this term in recorded documents so far.

Perturabo leaned over, and the apothecary handed him the gloves consciously.With a dexterity no larger than the size of a finger, the Primarch looked through the Genna's skull to see the connections between the mechanical structures.

After a while, Perturabo pulled back and threw away the disposable gloves that were stained with viscous liquid and something that looked like brain tissue.

"The thinking center is incomplete," he concluded, "and has no ability to make autonomous decisions. These bionic machines are just extensions of the mind. Only through these steel pipe spikes can these Gennar bionic machines receive dual control of remote psychic energy and electromagnetic waves. Have Magnus’s psykers come to see you?”

"Ancuenan accompanied and participated in the entire dismantling process." Titus replied, "He believes that psychic energy only plays a role in igniting and maintaining operation in this system, and does not involve the compilation of core functions."

"Okay," Perturabo said, recalling the strange tone of the Genna that the Scion had beamed back to the flagship in the battle footage.Their minds are obviously distributed among multiple androids that can be consumed at will. Perhaps the real Gennars use these spike-like implants to remotely control the bionic soldiers and fight their armies.

"In this case, the warriors can treat the Gennars as equal to living weapons, allowing the launch of large-scale long-range firepower saturation bombing."

"Until we find the real Genner," Dorn said. "In view of his obvious resistance, the intensity of the response may be considered as appropriate."

"Let's go and give the order, Dorne." Perturabo stood up straight and prepared to leave. "Titus, you did a great job."

The pharmacist let out a nervous cheer stuck in his throat, and a breathy voice floated out: "This is what I should do, Lord Perturabo."

"Let's go," Dawn said shortly.

Perturabo stared at the bionic machinery on the operating table a few more times, and the hazy idea in his heart gradually took on concrete form.

Although it sounds strange that this practical method of operation was born from a machine that is close to aliens, but after harvesting the heretical memory of giving a speech to the green skin in the Terra Webway, he felt that this reasonable and effective practical change of his was nothing. A little bit blasphemous - at least it respects the original shape of the human body more than the metal tentacles on the red-robed Mechanicus in the webway.

When the two Primarchs walked side by side in the narrow steel corridor of the Iron-Blooded, the act of spending a lot of brain power to build models in their minds slowed down Perturabo's walking speed, which was similar to Rogal Dorn's. Donne's attention. "What are you thinking about?" Dawn asked.

"Oh," Perturabo's consciousness, immersed in a large amount of data, finally returned to reality. He spoke very quickly at first and then slowed down. “I got some practical reference inspiration from the Genna people’s mental topology and existential architecture... They made me want to make something new.”

"An Iron Guard?" Dorn thought for a moment, "You mentioned it when we fought against the Technological Heretics."

"My intelligently controlled mechanical guards? These machines are not easy to make at the moment. I hope they have certain specializations against subspace, so I will discuss this matter when I meet Magnus again next time." Petula Beau replied. "It's something else."

His Mechanical Guards were already being trialled, but whenever he thought of all the good and bad things Magnus and Morse had accomplished through subspace means, he couldn't stand that his Armored Guards didn't have the capabilities. Conventional counter-psionic means.

While Dorn was thinking, the two of them walked quickly to the command room.As they passed the part of the Ironblood where the portholes were installed, the 12-man hall, Dorn said honestly: "I wouldn't have guessed."

"This is a half-prepared technology." Perturabo said, the arrangement of more components became clear in his high-speed brain, so much so that he could hardly suppress the idea of ​​putting it into practice immediately.Because Rogal Dorn was here, Perturabo chose to let himself catch the inspiration that might fly away in the next second.He stopped.

"This follow-up attack on Genna is commanded by you, Dorne. My semi-finished product is actually kept in my ship-based workshop, and now I have to go to the workshop to initially perfect it. I will take the stage The results will come to you.”

Rogal Dorn chose to agree after a moment of thought.

Regarding the strength of the enemy on this planet, the Primarch did not even need to intervene too much, and the Legion could complete a perfect conquest on its own.All he had to do was take care of the overall situation and finally land on the surface to bring the war to an end.

Genna's resistance quickly weakened after two rounds of bombings. The mechanical androids under unified control uniformly squeezed a curved smile, with their smooth heads randomly matched with temporary supplementary organs, filling the gaps with messy limbs, and surrendering. Rogal Dorn didn't like the artificiality of the gesture, but he didn't say anything - he didn't regard this place as his territory, so he had no additional requirements for the existence of these living beings.

Following the road still filled with smoke, the Primarch walked into the tall tower in the center of the city of Genna.Rogal Dorn was used to the smell of burning shells filling his nose.

The Iron Warriors and the Imperial Fists stood apart, silently welcoming Rogal Dorn's arrival.

"Chief Gennar demands peace," said Sigismund, and the only templar followed Dorn at his side.

As the first Templar, Sigismund set the criterion for joining the Templar upon defeating him once in combat.

Rogal Dorn is still observing whether this standard is too strict, because on the premise that new Imperial Fists warriors apply to join every night, he has only one Templar so far.

"It depends on whether they deserve peace," Roger Dorn said.

Then he heard the loud crash of the drop pod landing, and Perturabo landed on the other side of the tower.After a short period of judgment, he decided to move on and met with Perturabo outside the tower.

Soon, Perturabo appeared from the back of the tower and the new somewhat reflective shape of his head caused Rogal Dorn's confusion. He had never seen Perturabo show related tendencies.

He asked: "Don't you like your hair?"

(End of this chapter)