Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 477 Before Opening the Door
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As he sat here, thinking, among the scrolls and maps hanging, scattered, or packed in old supply boxes, the Honso of Medlengard, at least part of him, was returning.

After the white pharmacist coating was worn away with the sand and stones on the ground, the original color of the steel that had been hidden underneath was revealed.

This means that Master Hongsuo, the personal chief pharmacist of the 4th Legion's primarch, the owner of the pharmacist laboratory of the Destiny Steel, the custodian of the gene seed bank, the teacher who wove blankets for Parogov, the pharmacist who liked to add some rich genes to the patients, and the famous invisible eater in the cafeteria, has disappeared at this moment, and Hongsuo is returning.

What this meant was that the Honso that Perturabo was unfamiliar with, the Honso that Parogov and his friends were unfamiliar with, but the Honso that Soltarn and his friends were familiar with, the warsmith, the half-breed, the cool bastard, was returning.

And this time, he had far more capital than when he first opened his eyes in the trenches of the Iron Warriors, he told himself, Honso.

The power armor is in good condition in terms of energy and maintenance. The only regret is the weapons.

When he was brought here by some unknown bastard, he was not able to bring his latest double-edged long-handled power broadsword - after all, no one would carry this weapon on their back in their own laboratory that could easily knock over the reagent bottles on the table - he only had a box of samples he was developing at the time and a syringe in his hand. But, fortunately, his pistol was still in his holster, the disinfection precision mechanical arm behind him, the high-performance Iron Blood special medical auspicious instrument on the arm armor were also still there, and the reactor had sufficient energy.

Nevertheless, when Hong Suo realized that he was not on the safe Iron Blood, but was most likely in some chaotic place, but after realizing that there was still a possibility of returning before trying to kill everyone, he immediately began to think about his next move.

First, out of a vigilance instinct ingrained into his bones over the centuries, he did not open the door and go out, nor did he foolishly stick his head out to be witnessed.

His choice was to immediately begin working on his appearance, while cautiously and without making any noise, he explored this unfamiliar room.

After all, if the paint coating was worn off and it turned out to be a false alarm, it would only be a matter of going to the armory to repaint it. But if such carelessness resulted in the loss of one's life and the possibility of returning to his father, it would be a loss.

First, he was surrounded by more ancient records scrawled with faded, unidentified symbols than he had expected: star maps of unknown galaxies, arrows and arcs in the Milky Way that indicated directions or locations, footnotes in alien text or lost text, ancient books of spells, scrolls, and maps, and some spread out on the table, indicating that the owner of this room had collected and studied them in large quantities. In addition, they all showed colors and textures that were once very familiar to him.

These materials of different colors are all peeled skins, some of which have been carefully tanned, and some of which still have residual strands of dried tissue on the back, some of which are human, and some are alien.

He wandered around and realized that the unpleasant smell of hallucinogens and burning grease that he had woken up to was coming from the herbs and other substances placed in several braziers around the room.

Hong Suo's respiratory tract, which had been made sophisticated by the clean and fresh air of the Destiny Steel, was urgently adjusting its epithelial cells and began to filter out toxic impurities from the lungs.

The former pharmacist, who is now proficient in all kinds of biological preparations and drug properties and carries a very good analyzer, glanced at the ingredients burning and evaporating in the brazier. His first thought was: Are you crazy? Lighting this in the house and still thinks it's not enough to attract demons, or kill them quickly enough, and the toxicity is not enough to damage nerves and brain cells?

Then he immediately extinguished all the braziers here, and sprinkled a few handfuls of sand on them out of concern.

Then, he picked up the cup on the table that was empty until only the bottom was left and sniffed it. The lingering, stale smell of "clean water" that was filled with purification tablets, circulated countless times, and whose filter element had not been replaced in time immediately filled his nostrils.

But when he put the cup down, the sparkling water at the bottom of the cup made him pick it up again and look inside.

The thin surface of the water was shimmering with light, reflecting Hong Suo's broken face in the light leaking in from outside.

A freshly shaved head, well, there's nothing wrong with a bald head.

The cheeks are plump and the skin is moist, giving the impression of being well-nourished and taking a bath every day (to keep the laboratory clean). There is no good way to deal with this for the time being.

A ruddy face, well, he thought for a second, grabbed a handful of sand, and rubbed his face until it began to turn slightly red, very red, which did not look kind. Or too calm? But maybe it would not be so calm next.

He looked at the special spotlight and exquisite mechanical servo arm behind him in the reflection, and realized that these tools were too clean, which might make him look not chaotic enough, not evil enough, and not like a perverted villain who specialized in plundering seeds, biting people's kidneys, and cutting loyalists into pieces and making them into monsters.

Well, that's really troublesome. It would be great if we could summon the Iron Blood to bomb the outside first, or at least provide him with his little Nilaydoa to fight alongside him?

My father once said: When master and apprentice are of one mind, they can accomplish anything!

——Besides, Parogov has not only skills, but also a good face.

That face! This God-given face was their capital. As long as they could get to any area under the jurisdiction of the Imperial Fists or its sub-groups, Honso was confident that he could get enough resources for the master and apprentice and quickly steal a ship with his apprentice before being sent to Terrace for trial.

Even if they couldn't find the Iron Blood immediately, he knew roughly which star region they could go to look for it - a planet as big as the Bellakarn Forge World wouldn't run away, and a Forge World would still be much easier to find than some nameless planets, right?

Damn it! Who sent him to this strange place all alone?
When he approached the gap in the roof, he could feel the unobstructed strong wind blowing in the same direction outside, which meant that he was probably in a high place that was not very conducive to escape but was conducive to defense. At the same time, he also heard the faint additional operating noise of the servo joints of the power armor that was not particularly well maintained.

There must be guards outside, and they are Astartes, but I don't know what relationship they have with him in his current environment. In short, judging from the signs just found in the room, they are ninety-nine percent likely to be Chaos Astartes, and have nothing to do with the pseudo-emperor's lackeys, unless some of these so-called loyalists are also good at demon summoning and witchcraft research.

Hong Suo felt irritated.

He searched again in this extremely simple "room" which was made of chemical fabric bags filled with stones, gravel and soil, or simply whole rocks of appropriate sizes, and finally stacked together with some rough wire mesh and frames. It was a temporary room in the eyes of an Iron Warrior, trying to find more clues and traces that would allow him to deduce his location and situation before leaving the house.

Then he realized that he couldn't find anything more, so he used a skeleton from a corner and some human skin to decorate his mechanical medical arm, and used a piece of rusty chain and leather to disguise his medical arm armor, took a deep breath, and walked towards the door that looked the most solid and heavy in the room. ——————————

A completely unreasonable natural environment.

There is no way this is a completely realistic universe.

This was Hong Suo’s first impression of the outside world.

As far as he knew, there was no planet in the real universe that could have a city on a mountain with scorching sunlight that seemed to be able to dry people out, a dark night sky with countless colorful stars spinning around it, and fragments of various distorted worlds blended together under the same sky.

The former master of potions, now warsmith, suddenly realized that someone was observing him.

He turned around and found that the guards at the door were two warriors wearing ancient Terminator power armor. His eyes met their helmet eyepieces that were shining with scarlet light.

The Indomitable Terminators were covered in heavy metal all over their bodies, with two huge fangs extending forward from both helmets. They held barbed spears in their hands, standing at the door of the simple house he had just walked out of like two huge dusty statues.

They were obviously full of doubts about Hong Suo coming out of the room, but they did not choose to stop or attack him at the first time, nor did they rashly ask him questions.

So, it is very likely that this is a guard or a sentry, not a watchman.

If there were two Terminator guards standing guard for him, then his status in this camp must be quite high, and he might even be a war blacksmith here, as he had miraculously made the decision to board the Iron Blood that day.

His heart became even colder, and he resisted the habit of nodding and greeting people that he had just developed on the Iron Blood, and temporarily deleted them from his habit list.

Then he was attracted by the sound of flags fluttering in the wind. Hong Suo looked up and felt his heart become half excited and hot, and half as cold as ice: a flag with a black and gray base and yellow and black stripes in the middle. The pattern at the top was a silver grinning skull mask with bared teeth and two black eye sockets staring at the viewer with malice towards the whole world.

Wait.

What was going on? He was in the Iron Warriors' camp, but these guys obviously had not received the grace and teachings of their father. He estimated the Terminator's height, and then looked into the distance, where he could see some figures on the defense wall made of the same crude earth and stone woven bags and iron nets: shorter than him, but very strong and stocky, wearing old, broken, and not painted Mark IV, III, or even II power armor pieced together from various parts, and seemed to be patrolling back and forth or keeping watch.

Well, at least these were all Chaos Iron Warriors, which was not bad. He was not unfamiliar with dealing with these old guys.

He pretended to walk forward for a while as if he was not paying attention, and no one came to stop him or question him.

There were several teams of Iron Warriors passing by in a hurry. When they saw him, they all clenched their fists and placed them on their breastplates, giving him the courtesy given to the warsmith.

Very good. So far, he has not seen a second person with a higher status than himself, and this camp can only accommodate a limited number of people. When he walked half a circle, he was sure that he should be the owner of this group of iron warriors and this camp.

But why? If this was the consequence of him not boarding the Iron Blood, then why did he leave the well-maintained Kalan-Gol Fortress on Medlengard and appear here? On a strange planet that he had never heard of?
Attracted by a series of fragmentary voices, he asked an Iron Warrior to go away and climbed up a sentry tower on the side of the defensive wall, looking towards the huge mountain with an ever-changing environment in the distance from their camp.

There is a huge fortress on the top, like a giant crown built of black and gray rocks, looking down at all the buildings and creatures below. It is completely carved out of the rock of the whole mountain, and the head of the entire mountain has been hollowed out to be reshaped into such a huge palace fortress.

The defensive walls, parapets and shooting holes built along the mountain, as well as the fortresses that seemed to have grown out of the rocks and had angles calculated to accurately kill the enemy, occupied the entire upper half of the peaks. The swirling barbed wire was like the endless spines, claws and teeth of a dragon, waiting to devour anyone on every path leading to the huge, iron-thorn-like fortress outer wall of the palace.

And the many defensive weapons it is equipped with. Due to the scarcity of resources on Medlengard, even during the reign of Falk, the prosperous Karan-Gol never possessed such a powerful and terrifying series of weapons. It is obvious that there must be a void shield here, but it has not been opened at the moment.

Numerous, large-caliber, powered defensive turrets surround the fortress palace, each equipped with more than one cannon capable of shooting down any ship of the largest size except the Iron Blood and crushing any naval fleet that dares to attack it.

Looking at such a majestic and solid fortress, a kind of passion from the blood of the Iron Warriors surged in Hongsuo's chest.

He stopped for a moment and looked at the entire structure of the fortress and the city below it, the winding stairs, the rugged capes, mountains and bays that stretched out.

Even though there isn't even sea water in the normal sense here.

But these nouns can still give any creature related to humans the concept of understanding the corresponding objects they describe, which is amazing, he thought.

This planet in the vortex of chaos is of course nothing like ancient Terra. But these words describing terrain are still used on planets with humans thousands or even tens of thousands of light years away to describe the terrain in human cognition on the ground of alien planets.

He paused for a moment again, and driven by an intuition, he decided to walk out of the gate and take a look at the huge and winding mountain city at the foot of the palace.

(End of this chapter)