Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 410: Suspicion from the Emperor's Son

Obviously, what the Saint of Ferrus said was as true as a stamp of steel. With his return, the Iron Hands also clearly felt the increase in enemy firepower on their side - although due to the narrow terrain, there were not so many enemies who could climb up to the ceiling and shoot at them, but there were not so few either.

With the help of his external servo-skull sight, Malkan Ferros calmly reported the latest batch of ammunition reserves after he used three explosive shells into the eyepiece to kill another Chaos Space Marine whose flesh and blood had merged with his armor that had faded to pink.

"Sir, based on the current usage rate, all of our explosives are enough to inactivate about 76% of the targets on this ship."

"Promethium fuel tank?"

"Eighty-five percent."

"Power weapon power source?"

"Eighty-eight percent."

"Backup Servo-Cranium Energy?"

"Thirty-four were destroyed, twelve were fired actively, forty-six remaining."

"That's no problem, that's enough."

Even in the noisy corridor of the Vesalius filled with smoke, blood, dust and dim blue light, "he" in the optical observation display was still like a silver metallic giant, beautiful, spotless and shining.

"It's incredible," Alvian Raus used about 2% of his computing power to communicate with Traci, who was trying his best to maintain the binary psionic shield. "In my limited imagination, I always thought that Ferrus Manus was as cold as a holy mountain covered with black snow and as hard as diorite metamorphic rock that is harder than iron. But I didn't expect him to be like this."

"Really?" Compared to Captain Ravus, who used his two-handed power sword and the vicious plasma gun he had added for this operation with ease, Chief Think Tank Traci obviously had less computing power to devote to the conversation. "But I think it's not surprising that a death that lasted for ten thousand years could change things, Alvian."

The original flesh and blood ratio of this Chief Librarian was about 35%. But at the last moment of the last Battle of Shadnus, after facing the former First Captain of the Emperor's Children, Julius Kesoron, who was promoted to Demon Prince, he was almost literally burned out due to excessive focus and preservation of the power of five Librarians in his own body.

But his body, which was originally doomed, was saved by the deft hands of their genetic father who was present at the scene, and Traci was able to hold on until the pharmacist brothers arrived and sent him into a stasis state in an emergency.

However, the injury of the Chief Think Tank of the Lakuan Clan was so severe that he later volunteered to become the first test subject of the "Return to the Origin" operation performed by the Saint "Ferus Manus" among the Iron Ten, ostensibly for this reason.

His body is now considered to be the prototype of the new body that "Ferrus Manus" has forged for himself. It has countless formulas and techniques that no one has ever understood or read, and only the Primarch knows and dares to use, which have created muscles, nerves and internal organs like real humans. Although there are also imitations after Astartes surgery, the perfect imitation of the human body by the new metal flesh and blood body made entirely of metal and unknown process materials has obviously brought Trazi's psychic skills to a higher level. In fact, the vague and unexpressible emotions between psychic induction are maintained by the ancient written data from the depths of the genetic code, and also come from the deep desires of all "humans" who set out from Terra. Trazi has never been so attached to and attached to an existence, just like a young bird is attached to the first creature it sees. This is the real reason why he is eager to accept the surgery.

"Just do your job, damn it, those new mutants... are very wrong, I feel something disgusting about them..." Before he finished speaking, a mutant that was obviously paler and more twisted than the other "hounds" but unusually strong jumped high, drooling, the circuit chip under its skin flashed a faint light, and its two eyeballs protruded from its pointed and towering skull. But when its claws grabbed Traci's psychic shield, the power of the Sea of ​​Soul "avoided" it as if it "hated" the existence of this mutant.

This hound, specially developed to target psychics, hissed triumphantly and pounced on the Chief Librarian.

So Trachi, who only had the best guiding staff and didn't want to let the dirty blood stain it, had to reluctantly use his metal limbs and fingers to carefully crush its head. Just as the other party was surprised that after scratching the ceramic steel armor and piercing the muscles, why the Astartes' movements were still precise, as if he was completely unrestricted by pain and muscle cutting.

"I have to say that the creatures here are obviously artificially modified. Today I have seen the largest number of human modifications that are most disgusting to the bottom of my heart in one place. It is hard to imagine that humans can do such a cruel thing to so many of their own kind. It's as if..."

"It's as if the 'perpetrator' didn't place himself in the same category as humans when he was making it." At this moment, Lavus had to take back the computing power he had allocated for chatting, because it was indeed as Traci said, the creatures that were still pouring out from the cabins, passages and ventilation ducts were no longer the level of the miscellaneous soldiers just now, and they needed to be seriously alert to deal with them.

So just as their prior reconnaissance had revealed, the number of passengers on board this cursed, corrupted and deformed void ship far exceeded the capacity of its sister ships.

Although their killing efficiency has reached an inhumane efficiency and ruthlessness in perfect harmonic synchronization, the total number of enemies is always a problem. Coupled with the narrow and complex passages and cabin terrain, the battle situation, which has begun to become a stalemate, is likely to develop into the tropical jungle world's melee ground combat that the Iron Hands dislike the most.

All kinds of monsters and freaks poured out of the opposite passage and fell one after another, as if endless. The attacks of the Chaos Space Marines in faded purple armor mixed in among them were often fatal, but because of the ecstasy, greed and hunger of the Iron Ten who could kill them at close range, they were delivered to the door, and were silently and accurately hit with a hammer or an axe on the forehead that no longer had a human shape.

After two more rounds of harvesting lives and unknown souls like mowing wheat, there were only a few of the Emperor's Children who were obviously high at the beginning, and the later ones were obviously more cautious. Although they might not be able to see the figure standing at the back, who was responsible for sweeping the back of the line from afar due to the terrain, the graceful platinum arc drawn in the darkness when the Shabar saber was swung obviously made these more clear-headed remnants of the Emperor's Children fall into some kind of suspicion.

"What do you think, Arcanix?" Merricks laid his hand on his weapon, not drawing it, but they both knew what Merricks was referring to. "The flash of the blade. The skill."

"I know. Don't worry, Merix." Flavius ​​Arkenix, the chief of the Phoenix Guard and the Phoenix Conclave, replied.

Behind the eyepiece, his eyes were almost eagerly capturing the flash of a knife that flashed like lightning in the night sky from time to time in the thick darkness behind him.

"He can't get away from here. We will find out which of the Emperor's Children could have joined the Sons of the Gorgon against us."

(End of this chapter)