Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 226 The name of the person who will never return and the person now
The inorganic spines of the Iron Hands were trembling. The current on the furnace chain was winding like a snake and stimulating their senses. The emotional control protocol and cerebral cortex control were forcibly broken. There were not many humans left on the body called human. The long-suppressed human cries of the mechanical giants echoed lowly in the dark depths of the Hall of Conquest in Lacuan.

If any mortal had the misfortune to pass by here at this time, he would probably be so frightened that he would immediately wrap up his coat and run away in a hurry. However, here there are only a large number of servitors and machines without autonomy, so everything is silent and motionless.

In the distance, the sacred smoke lit by someone unknown in praise of Om Messiah curled up and passed through the dark corridor like a ghost.

The Iron Holy Father also followed the crowd like a pilgrim, bowing his head deeply towards the standing ancient saint.

The machine-spirits of Rakuan's Halls of Conquest rejoiced once more in the darkness as witnesses to their Primarch.

Every living creature in the fortress monastery heard the thumping of mechanical pipes like blood vessels and cables like nerves. The joyful signal rushed everywhere in the flying giant, and all the mechanical components in its occupants were also affected. inspired by resonance.

I want to cheer, cheer loudly, shout out sad, joyful and painful prayers.

Holy, Emperor! Great, Ferrus Manus!
He is back!

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The Contemptor Fearless stood silently, his silver fists hanging naturally and casually by his side.

Along with the faint smell of anodized steel, some strange and shuddering pulse was unconsciously passed between the descendants of Ferrus Manus. This kind of completely seen through, soul and The feeling of every imperfect weakness in the body being ruthlessly picked out and placed on the altar...

"——This place is really starting to look unsightly... Correction, the mistakes have become more conspicuous."

But a certain overwhelming and eye-catching momentum began to appear from inside him like a diffuse illusion of breath, as if it had been deliberately suppressed before. Just standing there, he made people feel like a person. The warrior controls every part of his body's defense and attack to perfection. Every seemingly random movement is designed to perfection without thinking. Every pleasing angle allows people to experience to the maximum extent what it means to be invulnerable.

Markan Feros was the first to frown slightly.

The perspective shifts back to the other side.

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"Although being a fearless person does not require a comfortable bed or a soft armchair, a dedicated maintenance cabin is the norm. However, after getting used to Perturabo and his way of dealing with people..."

Although the fearless amniotic fluid chamber is a fully enclosed design, and the people inside can only rely on sensors to observe the outside world, everyone at this moment feels a pair of bright, cold silver eyes sternly looking at themselves above their heads. That gaze was so deep and sharp, as if it wanted to penetrate their power armor, penetrate their mechanical bodies and internal organs, and look into the two hearts, hearts, and even the depths of their souls.

Time returns to Fulgrim leaving the bridge and preparing to return to his cabin.

Fulgrim Ishtar chuckled softly, "Ah, both ways, isn't it?"

He walked to a corner, which was supposed to be the external equipment end of a maintenance node of this huge fortress. Its current construction style is already a typical Iron Hands style, exaggerated and weird, that is, although it is made of human Some parts are built with steel, but it is essentially built for use by a user whose body is mostly a machine, not for use by a "human being".

The original simple and clear pattern logos and input methods on the interactive interface have been replaced by layers of parchment prayers, purity seals, candles, and more, direct and rough repairs and additional functional lines with unknown uses. Relay modules, more wet parts of skull cogitators and shriveled servitors, gray faces and metal masked throats completely soaked with antiseptics into leather, and new specializations all made of neural probe spikes The interface is completely covered. The entire huge, mechanical-looking wall installation was obviously maintained every day, its surface was polished to a gleaming shine, and engine oil and holy oil were carefully applied to every powerful, efficient but definitely ugly thing. The place.

It extremely emphasizes the practical and inhuman aspects, and completely eliminates the certain boundaries of perception of beauty that humans can feel. Things born from antiseptic human flesh and blood and cold steel machinery have their own weirdness." Style", but that cannot be looked at carefully. If one observes carefully, a human visitor will be shocked by the rejection of "humanity" contained in this strange work.

Zi Ting Phoenix had already walked here, but in the end he couldn't hold it back and walked back again, looking at this tortured steel creation, and finally spread out the fearless power claws as much as possible and placed them here. The mottled and thick metal walls of the ancient relic fortress.

"What do you think? My gold-winged friend," he said softly, "do you feel it? This harmonic... He was very unhappy because he was fixed in more and more pain, He didn't understand why these little things living in his body couldn't expel all kinds of discomforts in his body for him, but just asked him to avoid those nodes, breaks, mistakes and torture through repeated attempts. He is telling that he sees more and more, no one cares about his or other people’s feelings, no one thinks about why, only ruthless and mechanical calculations and probability statistics.”

"——Yes." This time Garuda was silent for a few seconds before replying to him. "-They went from one extreme to the other, breaking the boundaries in confusion, they were lost--this was something that was not expected to happen."

Fulgrim Ishtar sighed, "Then you really shouldn't blame them too much, right? After all, everything turned out to be unsatisfactory, and they had no one to guide them, but they still retained their loyalty even though they were lost. In addition, , now that I heard the groan of the machine spirit, I really want to repair it a little to reduce its burden. Although I think I can probably find some tools here, the shape of my hands is not suitable now... I miss it so much. The replacement power hand that was left on the Iron Blood."

"--some."

"Have we, my friend?" Iris-colored eyes blinked in the crew compartment, his voice leaping like the flames in a forge at the foot of Narodania.

Someone is hesitating, perhaps because of the name spoken by a voice that they thought they would never hear again.

"——Yes." Once Garuda made the decision, he quickly gave the rewritten code and location of the interface. A certain silver substance poured out of its body and was inserted into the fearless body through the interface. And began to become more and more, and finally gathered in the fearless hands, began to deconstruct, assimilate and turn those ordinary plastic steel and fine gold into the same mysterious substance, and finally, driven by a firm will, the fearless hands Reshaped into a pair of dexterous hands.

Fulgrim raised his hands, which were now made of silver-white metal, and placed them in front of the sensor, looking over and over again.

Until Garuda sent out a questioning pulse that was mixed with impatience, arrogance and a tiny trace of uneasiness that had been well hidden by the passage of time, "——Why, you don't like me doing this for you?" A gift made?"

"What? Oh, no, of course not, they're just as responsive as my own hands, and I love it. Let's start repairing them right now."

Phoenix replied with a soft voice, and at the same time began to move towards the depths of the disabled dark deck.

"Thank you, my dear... friend."

A strand of Fulgrim's white hair floating in the amniotic fluid chamber quietly slid along the lines at the corners of his eyes and across his no longer perfect jawbone.

They tacitly agreed not to mention certain issues or names.

They were just Fulgrim Ishtar and Garuda.

(End of this chapter)