How can a retired savior be considered retired if his price drops to 40,000?

Chapter 205 Thoracotomy

——Various vehicles made of soil advanced in an orderly manner towards the Emperor's Children and the demon army of Slaanesh.

This kind of enemy that has no consciousness and soul, and will not give any reaction due to suffering damage, greatly disappoints the attackers who believe in the Lord of Joy, but those Iron Hands Asta mixed in the infant-tank coordination phalanx Special features, and the Emperor's Children were very interested.

Of course, the most important "main course" on the entire battlefield is Ferrus Manus, who is clustered in the center. Not only Fulgrim feels this way, but also everyone under his command who participated in this feast. Members think so too.Even if what is happening now is so "disappointing", they are still willing to accompany Fulgrim, who is swimming forward with his long snake body, with maniacal laughter, and push forward together in the direction of the defensive circle. .

The Daemon Prince clutched a scimitar in his four dexterous arms, and in the Warp he grew unnaturally large, dwarfing even the tanks of the Astartes.Although those earthen vehicles manifested from Enkidu's Noble Phantasm successfully blocked the approaching Chaos Demon Army, they could not truly stop a Primarch who had fallen into the High Heaven.

With a sweep of Fulgrim's snake-like long tail, a Predator tank born from "People's Wisdom" that was supposed to have the same attack and defense capabilities as the original version was flattened.The Daemon Primarch did this with an effortless calmness, as normal as a normal person crushing an empty can.

Immediately afterwards, the four swords in his hands were bowed from left to right, and the ambiguous aura of the blades was flowing with ether.Fulgrim twisted his waist and spun on the spot, using an almost dance-like movement to throw the ether on the blade accurately like flowing water towards the Iron Hands' position.The arcs formed by the four etheric rays of light turned into real sharp blades in mid-air, and when they fell, they effortlessly chopped up everything that blocked their path - any vehicle, any protective force field, and anything caught off guard, Members of the Iron Hands Chapter who were unable to dodge.

The Chaos Astartes and Slaanesh Daemons surrounding him all cheered for this exquisite swordsmanship, while Fulgrim grinned and prepared to follow the same pattern and literally cut through all the surrounding defenses.The Iron Hands reacted very quickly. The moment a flaw appeared in the line, they began to reorganize their formation in an attempt to block the weak spots in the defense - but whether they were people or vehicles, their movement was destined to take time.

Their reactions were quick, but Fulgrim was faster.On this battlefield and with the remaining resources of the Iron Hands Chapter, there is no way they can successfully withstand the offensive of the Emperor's Children.The demon primarch took time to reset the four swords in his hand, preparing to use another move to further expand the results.But in the short half second that he adjusted his posture——

——The four chains flew straight towards his face with an astonishingly fast momentum, and the sharp sagittal blades at the end shone with a faint golden light.

This attack was somewhat unexpected in form, but it was not the first attack on this battlefield that made Fulgrim a little surprised.The four chains flying from different angles forced him to change his tactics quickly in desperation, gave up the pursuit, and blocked the opponent's attack at almost the same time by wielding four swords.The sounds of the four clashes of gold and iron overlapped together, as if there was only one sound.

He looked in the direction where the chain was coming from, and this time he finally saw it clearly: a green-haired young man in a white robe, indistinguishable male and female, with a face as delicate as a doll, floating in the air.It was surrounded by the gentle breeze caused by the flow of ether, holding a faintly golden talisman in its hand, looking at the demon primarch without fear with an interested expression.

It's interesting.Fulgrim thought.He didn't know if his opponent at the moment had the same interest, but at least his attention was briefly drawn away from Ferus.

Golden ripples also appeared in the void around Enkidu.Amidst the subtle sound of metal friction, "Locks of the Sky" chains, regardless of length or head or tail, rushed out from it almost endlessly.

Fulgrim raised his four swords happily.
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The basic analysis has been completed.The history of this "generator" can even be traced back to before the Dark Age of Technology, and it contains a large amount of technology that even Ferrus Manus cannot quickly understand the principles of.

If he were placed in a situation with more margin, he should certainly be more cautious.Even the Iron Hands Chapter, which is familiar with the matter of mechanical transformation, will only transplant it to its own battlefield after ensuring that the machine itself does not have any unknown structure and that any possible situation can be predicted. On the brothers.What's more, what Ferus needs to face now is this "major surgery" of integrating foreign mechanical parts into his own core.

But he ran out of time.He also knew that if the fusion problem on the spiritual base really went wrong, the consequences would definitely be much more serious than the rejection reaction between ordinary machinery and the human body - but right now, he really didn't have time.

His heirs were bleeding and suffering a cruel and inglorious massacre.Even if they try their best to struggle and resist with the help of outsiders, and kill the enemy as much as they can with eternal and blazing anger, they still cannot change the fact that this stretched force will inevitably fall into decline.But he himself could only watch in vain under the protection of everyone. This was something Ferus Manus could never endure.

The anxious Primarch of the Iron Hand therefore gave up on a more secure plan and decided to directly enter the final step of the ceremony after roughly understanding the basic operation method and output efficiency of the "generator".He simply threw all the safety regulations behind, and after just confirming the relevant data, he immediately re-controlled the essential part of himself that was currently exposed, and placed the so-called "core part" at the center of the battle group's protection. "Exposed.

This should have been something quite amazing in every sense of the word.Even though the essence of Ferus contains too many mechanical structures that even the most elite believers of Ohm Messiah cannot see the function of, anyone with a little common sense can understand it when they see this scene at this moment. It is easy to understand: this is the most important core of the entire machine.

This is not a conclusion that can be drawn through rational judgment and intellectual analysis, but a perceptual and memetic influence.Just like even after being elevated from humans to heroic spirits through legends, the "heart" and "brain" parts of the followers are still their key points - in fact, they don't really need these organs to provide practical functions, but they It still has a strong symbolism as a "vital point", so it is directly connected to the spiritual core of the servant in a mystical sense.

Similar things happen to subspace creatures.Even if the people present are uneducated and illiterate and cannot understand the mechanical structure, they can intuitively and intuitively understand from the "symbolic meaning" naturally carried in this part of the structure: this part is the core.

Fulgrim and his bastards and monsters certainly understand this.They may not fully know what Ferrus Manus is doing, but they are excited by the obvious fact that their enemy's leader is exposing his most important weakness in plain sight.

Gorgon didn't know what they were doing, and his last perception of the outside world was a burst of ecstatic shouting that almost penetrated everyone's brains and twisted their thoughts into pulp.He ignored the shout, not even bothering to tell where it came from.Driven by emotions of anxiety and anger, these things failed to affect him.

Ferrus Manus remained unmoved and focused his mind entirely on what he was going to do next.Debit had just told him not long ago that the difficulty of this matter was no less than performing a thoracotomy and implant surgery on himself with bare hands without protection - but this was his only choice.

An iron-black mechanical arm grasped the "generator" that did not match Ferrus Manus in terms of color or appearance, and moved it to the design diagram in the original body's mind. Above the planned location.Gorgon "took a deep breath" to calm down, knowing better than anyone that once the final stages of the ritual began, there would be no turning back.

But what does that matter?

The most important thing he should do now is not to live up to the sacrifice of his heir and finish all the work quickly.

——The original body of the Iron Hands, in a position not far from the center of the battlefield and far from safe, under the watchful eyes of the enemy, did not hesitate to open his "spiritual core".

　Miwu (peaceful)

　　When I was writing, I was hesitant whether to detail the 1v1 between Fulgrim and Enkidu here.

　　But then I thought about it, if I wrote it, when would the plot end?
　　So I didn’t write it (very peaceful).

　　
　
(End of this chapter)