Warhammer 40: Shattered Steel Soul

Chapter 66 Harvest Time
Compared to the long and narrow corridor, this laboratory-like space is more spacious, but also darker.

The fluorescent band is embedded in the wall of the room about ten inches below the ground, illuminating the smooth obsidian floor and the wall where the gaps are almost invisible.

In the room, there are several scattered glass jars that are urgently stored here. There are twitching young human body parts floating in the jars. A large number of cables start from the neck and go out along the spine to extract the stem cells and other human body components needed by the black judge.

The moment Perturabo saw the situation in the room clearly, artillery fire came from a remote angle.Avoiding the glass tubes that are ubiquitous in the room, the new round of attacks can hardly pose an effective threat to them.

This made Perturabo feel particularly ridiculous.Could the madness of heretics still make them stupid?

Without any communication, he and Horus rushed forward separately.

The Wolf God's huge claws smashed the glass jar to pieces with ease, pulling out the half-dead people inside and giving them an end. The thick life-sustaining liquid and broken glass shards were scattered all over the ground, but the blood did not flow very well.

When some sticky liquid splashed on Horus's wolf fur during the process, the wolf god's expression remained unchanged, but the swing of his claws and hammer was obviously more powerful. The sharp nails on the hammer repeatedly cut the obsidian ground There was a deep gap, almost wanting to make the lifeless house tremble together.

"You don't want to recycle the biotech, do you, my brother?"

"No, they're stupid!" Perturabo replied.

Horus swung the hammer more briskly.

Perturabo made way to the side, and more soldiers of the Fourth Legion poured into the room. A group of iron-gray power armor Astartes about the height of the original body's chest were destroyed like a torrent at Perturabo's signal. All the furnishings in the room were removed, the cables were pulled out, the walls were cracked, and all hidden energy pipes and machine gun ports were removed.

After the cleaning work was over, the soldiers stood still and waited for orders one after another, approaching their original body in an orderly manner, holding their weapons, and waiting for the next order from the young original body.

Horus shattered the last glass jar from his half of the house, nodding to Perturabo.The Legion moved on.

They have penetrated into the key areas of the ship, the static defense system has increased, and the biochemical slaves that will cause damage to experiments and life support facilities have decreased.

If they were replaced by other Primarchs, such as Horus coming alone, they would probably only rely on the Astartes' own reaction quality and armor protection to forcibly break through these high-tech defenses from ancient times.

But Perturabo found that calculating all the doubts in this place was almost a logical and easy thing for him without thinking.

His superhuman wisdom accurately identified the layout patterns and weak points of the black judge in the endless complex situations, and every attack accurately achieved the best effect that the ammunition and blade could achieve.

At the first moment of seeing the image, Perturabo can construct a complete and detailed corresponding model, and calculate the hidden energy core hubs everywhere in the second moment, and command the legion to attack at the third moment time.

Unlike the mortals of Lokos before them, these iron-clad warriors were like extensions of his arms and mind, strictly following his every command.Perturabo found exhilarating experiences he had never had before in commanding the cogs of the Legion's highly efficient movement.

"Like my hammer," Perturabo murmured, his words hidden within his helmet, "War is also a forging."

War blacksmith.Such a word popped up in the busy corner of his brain.

After entering the ship, the hum of machinery became louder.In the last dark room, Horus stepped on the ground suddenly, like a strong wind, and in an instant he caught a cyborg creature that was about to escape - Perturabo would never call them human.

The speed at which the Wolf God smashed the mechanical shell and pulled out these ancient twisted creatures from the life-supporting liquid was almost in sync with the speed at which the Fourth Legion swept the battlefield with firepower and sharp blades. A large number of mechanical shells that were almost integrated with flesh and blood were destroyed. Rotten to the ground.

Compared with the mechanical defenses and biochemical slaves outside, the bodies of these creatures are fragile to the point of being vulnerable. They live in a dim environment and rot in rusty shells.

Perturabo pulled out a slippery creature that was twisted to the point of being irresistibly twisted from a mechanical body with severed appendages brought to him by the Astartes, held it in his gauntlets and raised it, observing it indifferently. Painful convulsions after withdrawal from vitamins. "Can you speak?" he asked.

The creature whimpered in disappointment.Perturabo tossed it, and it was shredded by countless bolts in the air.Every warrior of the Fourth Legion couldn't wait to take another shot at the target the Primarch had sent him.

Horus stepped on the debris and walked to Perturabo. The Astartes around him made room for the tall primarch.Perturabo asked them to collect data, clean the battlefield, and count the hidden materials themselves, waiting for him to review and sort them out later.

"It smells bad here," Horus said, the remnants of the battle still lingering on him.He propped the hammer on the ground.

"I'm wearing a helmet." Perturabo replied, the air filtration system of this huge armor was well done by someone, so he decided to take this armor away for research.

Horus smiled and glanced proudly at the broken cables and damaged energy weapons that were waiting to be analyzed. "I'm impressed with your command style, brother."

"Then how did you lead your legion?"

"Oh, you're half a king and lord of an entire army, but I used to be a gangster. Thanks to my father, he was willing to hand over an entire army to a punk he picked up from a small planet."

The Wolf God paused: "But I still had hair at that time."

Perturabo was kicked out of his serious thinking state by Horus's last words.

"Horus, is your Legion this iron gray too?" he asked.

"Well, they look whiter." Horus swallowed the adjective "pearl white". He couldn't forget the mysterious hint that Morse mentioned before.Maybe when he was truly mentally prepared, he would ask the Emperor.

"You should be able to paint them any color you like too."

"Uniform color matching style?" Perturabo fell into thinking and began to formulate plans, imagining which color would be better for his iron shells.

At the same time, he couldn't help imagining how to match the available weapons that he saw along the way into the hands of the Astartes.

Alien weapon?No, that is the orthodox human technology of the Dark Ages.

"I'm going to do concept drawings."

After Perturabo decided to paint the picture with lust, he asked Mors to accompany him to choose.After all, the artistic level of the craftsman cannot be denied. Just think about the level of the last sculpture he decided to give to him...

Wait a minute, that sculpture—

Perturabo opened his eyes wide, and the divine temperament of the faceless sculpture immediately overlapped with that of a certain golden figure he had seen recently.

He took a breath, shocked and deeply curious about who Morse really was.

Perturabo shook his head and decided to ask Morse about the statue when he went back.

Morse's recent abnormal emotional state seemed to hint at many secrets, and he might be able to dig some holes in Morse's ever-impeccable emotional shell just like he penetrated the ship's defense line.

(End of this chapter)