Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 474 Current Situation
"You must not try this again, Soltarn."

There was obvious dissatisfaction and ruthless coldness in Tolamino's voice.

With his hoarse voice filled with gunpowder, the former captain of the Iron Warriors siege troops dragged one leg and walked in from the door. The "Eleven Draws" helmet that looked like a silver skull mask was hung on the side of his waist by a magnetic lock. The twisted metal and pistons in the servo joints made uncomfortable sounds. His damaged power armor part seeped black mechanical lubricant on the marble mosaic floor, which was originally smooth and beautiful but has become mottled due to more users recently.

Through his respirator, Soltan's throat detection nerves could also smell a faint whiff of the special rusty smell of the highly oxygen-saturated blood of the Astartes mixed with the oil - the strands of red in the oil were so reduced to almost invisible due to the Space Marines' self-repair mechanism, but this also indicated that the damage might have reached deeper, causing this veteran war blacksmith to limp so undignifiedly in front of everyone.

"This is already the nineteenth invasion that I have quelled with my team recently, not counting at least twenty-seven petty thefts, despicable infiltrations, or attempts to sneak in to spy on the secrets of the cafeteria, follow classes in session, and try to find the shield generator. Oh, don't worry about the last one. Those idiots from the warband should be trapped in the eternal maze of the palace. If you ask me, it's a good thing for them. Seriously, Soltarn, aren't you a psyker yourself? As the executive director of our academy, why do you push all the things here to me? And you run around every day trying to bury half of our fleet in the turbulence of the warp!"

"It's not a wreck, because our ships here are still quite lacking in sufficient resources. Even after careful maintenance, they are still in average condition, and we are currently seriously lacking suitable navigators." Thortan had to point out, "Without a navigator, my psychic power is not good at observing the waves of the warp or listening to the guidance of certain specific signs. Therefore, you asked me to maintain the geological stability of Medlengard - yes, but you let me act as a navigator - even if you hang me on the bow, it will not be of much help for the voyage out of the Eye of Terror. It is better to consider when to kidnap a few Thousand Sons wizards, who can barely act as temporary navigators. The most important thing is that although time is tight, we are not at the right time now, and it is difficult for us to sail out by ourselves. - Besides, isn't Grendel still assigned to you as your adjutant?"

"What do you mean the time is wrong now? You are too childish to care about the passage of time in the Eye of Terror. You and I both know that the passage of time is meaningless to everyone and everywhere here." Tolamino looked at Thortan suspiciously, "Can't you get your father's response by praying? Well, I can understand that you have achieved what you have now," he said sourly, "Lord of all the fortresses in the great Medlengard! Builder of the Watchland! Executive Director of Olympia Academy! Of course, of course, a bumpkin like you is eager to offer your exaggerated courtesy to your father after achieving such an achievement. - Then maybe you can try to hitch a ride? From the mercenaries and warbands that have arrived recently, I heard that Abaddon and his Black Legion are about to launch their latest dark expedition outside the Eye of Terror."

"I mean, you should repair your equipment and heal your wounds first, and then sort yourself out. Tolamino, this is not like you." Thortan calmly changed the subject and stood up from the holographic tactical sand table in front of him. "Speaking of deputies, in addition to Grendel, I have also assigned other warsmiths to your command. Aren't these people enough for you to deploy?"

The warsmith whose name was mentioned glanced at the speaker with a sneer and golden eyes.

"Ha! Don't you see how many covetous people we have to deal with every day who come to spy on and try to annex Medlengard! Some of the warbands are very powerful. Fortunately, there are enough Iron Warriors, Titans and vehicles here, otherwise they will definitely choose to fight or drop some big guys from orbit to the ground - but if you still take the fleet away frequently, such a day may come soon. Wound! How dare you mention this to me!"

The white-haired Iron Warrior snorted coldly and threw his injured leg onto Soltarn's chair in a protest. "We have some nurses here, but no pharmacists, Soltarn. Although medicines are scarce, there is plenty of clean water. Praise the Lord of Steel for his mercy to us! Cleaning and stopping bleeding are enough, I can do it myself, but pharmacists? - Wo Bron, you don't think I would agree to let those suspicious-looking pharmacist tools that have been used in the Eye of Terror for ten thousand years touch my wounds even once? I don't trust the pharmacists of other warbands yet."

He snorted. "And since we can no longer use the gene-seed of the old soldiers to steadily obtain new blood, the last time I saw a pharmacist working normally was many years ago. There is no all-important gene-seed and recruit surgery to be done here, and naturally there are no suitable positions for them. I heard that some may have run off to find the Emperor's Child."

Tolamino's face twisted in disgust. "Foolish move. Even I wouldn't have chosen Fabius Bile. When I began to learn the art of witchcraft, I traveled everywhere to gain knowledge. There were few places that offered open courses. I even remember that Shanto used to give anatomy lectures on Malordarax that anyone could attend. So I remember very clearly the rumors about him and what Bile looked like when I saw him from afar."

"You are very cautious in this regard. Besides, I agree with your opinion on Fabius." Even our enemies should not fall into his hands and suffer such a fate. This was Soltarn's unspoken thought, because Tolamino's subsequent explanation made him swallow the second half of the sentence back.

"His taste in biological creations is awful," Tolamino announced. "You can tell from the fact that he can call mutants babies and children without batting an eyelid! And although he himself is clean on the outside, the hygiene of the entire ship is simply...! I think he may even have multiple blessings as a pharmacist, just as many as Abaddon's."

"Tolamino, none of the things given by your former masters can be called blessings." The Earth Ruler frowned, "That is infection. How can the poisonous energy provided by the Undivided to the Desperate be compared with the power of my father to protect us?"

"I haven't had time to change my words yet, but luckily we haven't set up a small priest position like the Corpse King's lackey, which is annoying and like the most stubborn stone in the city wall, and needs to be beaten into a rotten tomato by my staff, right?" Tolamino chuckled, "Oh, speaking of this, you know? Your little Samokan has begun to spread his name in the Eye of Terror. Maybe someone will come to you soon to ask for him or inquire about him, such as Abaddon? Maybe."

Soltarn narrowed his eyes. "Tell me in detail the latest rumors circulating here."

————————Samokuan and Aquilon walked together through the new square in front of the Olympia Military Academy.

They had built this square by leveling and clearing the hills and depressions outside the moat of the great palace of the Lord of Steel after they had torn down the thick, bloody walls of Kalan-Gol.

Surrounding this large square, more branching roads extend like capillaries.

New barracks, warehouses and simple fortifications are still being built. This layout is quite Olympian and nostalgic for Soltarn and other Iron Warriors who have served for ten thousand years. However, Uriel and Pasanius, who are only two hundred years old as visiting professors, are shocked to find that there is a familiar Macragge flavor in these buildings and layouts. "If this place has a bay on one side and a mountain with forests on the other side, and the sun and blue sky, it would be the square in front of the Hera Fortress!"

The reason they have such a great demand for vacant land now is because there is now an endless stream of people coming here to trade and try to reside here.

As we all know, the supplies in the Eye of Terror are extremely scarce. The supplies here do not even refer to luxury goods, advanced technology or slaves, but more basic things: food, clean water, ammunition, equipment, etc. It is not uncommon to choose to leave your companions to die just for a good weapon that works properly. For example, the holy relic golden sword like Soul Hunter Talos can be hung with the kill marks of more than one comrade in the same legion.

Ever since the situation on Medlengard has basically stabilized and Olympia Academy has begun to produce clean and non-toxic food and clear, sweet fresh water on a daily basis, the number of Chaos Space Marines, Fallen Titan Legions or anyone else who needs fresh water visiting here has begun to increase dramatically. The docking stations on the high-level orbits are bustling, and the Iron Warriors can only try their best to limit the number of people and the scope of transactions who come here to exchange various resources for food and the most precious fresh water to designated areas.

There is no better place to use the name of a deal in front of the Iron Lord's palace to raise a big banner. Although Perturabo has not appeared in the Eye of Terror for at least six thousand years, the former Fourth Legion is now second only to the Fourteenth Legion in terms of organization. Anyone who wants to go to war with them must consider their own weight. After all, they have not yet been broken into...

Everyone who stepped on the ground of Medlengard and thought about this would get stuck here unconsciously, and then the uncertain matter of whether it would be broken into the Twelfth Legion or the Eighth Legion would pass through their brains as smoothly as a cloud passing through the sky, and this question would be happily forgotten.

One of the two distinctive students held a manuscript in his hand, while the other had his new assigned staff with a huge chainsaw axe blade attached to his belt.

Since their creation underwent too rapid catalysis, and the important source of catalytic power, in addition to gene seeds, came more from psychic rituals, the blood and power essence of a great demon, so, although these children were originally intended to be used as fill-in recruits to deliver crude weapons until some of them could survive every battle like Honso and live long enough - but after Tolamino was reluctantly dragged by Soltan and others to study their bodies, he found that the proportion of these skinless people who eventually possessed psychic abilities was unreasonably high, seriously higher than the normal proportion among mortals - that is to say, if the problems of intelligence and cognition are not taken into account, this method of rapid Chaos Space Marine manufacturing originated from Honso's research and was eventually pieced together by Tolamino based on the records and materials he discovered, may have inadvertently created a large number of crudely made psychics with enhanced bodies for them.

As the strongest and smartest among them, King Aquilon of the Skinless was also tested to have potentially powerful psychic talent. What was even more surprising was that the reason he didn't know he had this talent was because it basically played no role in battle - Aquilon's psychic talent was the rare and most primitive prophecy system, but it was too crude and disordered. In battle, it could not be compared with the exquisite skills of the wizards of the Thousand Sons' School. It would only allow Aquilon to occasionally use the poisonous smoke and exhaust gas to enter some kind of dream and observe some illusions whose specific meanings were difficult to explain.

A Thousand Sons wizard who had just arrived to conduct a trade was standing at the entrance of his camp, observing them from a distance. His silver tower was ordered to stop three light seconds away to avoid confusion, and he seemed to be very interested in the long-handled weapon-sized staff on Aquilon's belt. Samokan waved lazily at the stranger who was staring at them impolitely.

Some invisible warp attack immediately brought the wizard to his knees. He struggled to stand up and looked at Samokwan in his withered blood-colored power armor with surprise and awe.

+Thanks, space. (Raum).+
+You're welcome, little brother, it's just a small matter. +
+I really don't know why those wizards like to look at us so much. What was the name of the one who came to see me before? The messenger of the Dark Council? By the way, what did you do to him later? +
+Perhaps because you seem to have great potential, they want you to be their apprentice. +The demon hissed and did not directly answer the other party's last question.

+Hahahaha you are such a joke! I think I will be captured as a slave or experimental material. +
+Maybe, but I'm here. +
(End of this chapter)