Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 480 The Third
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The city beneath the palace of the Badab tyrant is bigger than it looks and is estimated.

Hong Suo thought so as they walked down the winding mountain steps and came to the platform that was abruptly carved out on the mountainside.

Vannas walked beside Honso. The son of Krakus now had his hair braided high on his head, with two Eldar-carved bone daggers inserted into it. His skin was stretched tight by his scalp, making his chin look paler and thinner. Now there was a smile on his thin lips.

"Not used to this kind of maze? Feeling a little dizzy? It's easy to feel that way the first time you come here, but that's how underground enclosures are."

"I'm just surprised that such a lawless place as the interior of the Maelstrom would require an 'underground' enclosure facility. Even if there is someone nominally in charge here," Honsuo commented tartly. "Besides, I have a good life advice, Adalic."

"what?"

"You should never say 'Are you dizzy in the maze' to any Iron Warrior when chatting with him."

"Oh. Okay." The purple-eyed Raven Guard shrugged, "But the space here..." he pointed out.

"It has a certain element of witchcraft, and the use of the folding and staggered layers of the space curtain, which is not very sophisticated but very creative. The two ends of the corridor we just passed through are connected to the two ends that are far apart, right?"

"Indeed." Vannus nodded, the ends of his long black hair swaying beside his cheeks as his head moved.

"...You really look like a Dark Eldar pirate now, and it's almost hard to ignore that you're wearing black power armor. I say, is it necessary?"

"It is necessary." Adalic turned the front of his face to Hongsuo, who saw a faint platinum halo in his purple irises, like the golden ring during a solar eclipse. Then, after the war blacksmith raised his eyebrows in surprise, he blinked again, and the golden ring disappeared.

"There are quite a few people here who knew me before and are still alive. I wanted to draw a symbol of a Dark Prince follower on my face, which would make it easier to fool them, but I found that I couldn't draw it."

"Can't draw it?" Hong Suo narrowed his eyes. "Why don't you come to me? I'd be happy to use a needle to tattoo it on your face."

"You think I haven't tried it?" The former Raven Guard shrugged. "But they were quickly healed by the skin's self-healing function. The pigment was expelled and disappeared in a single wipe."

"In theory, a Space Marine's skin can be tattooed. I remember you had a chapter tattoo on your deltoid. Is it still there?" Hong Suo asked.

"Thank you for your concern, Hong Suo. My tattoo is still in the same place. This is the most obvious difference from my original body in my memory. It is also the reason why I am sure that I didn't accidentally smell some leaf smoke and have hysterics, or accidentally take more combat potions than I calculated."

Vannus grunted, "But I can't add any other tattoos to my body, whether temporary or pierced into the flesh, not all the symbols of the four beings in the High Heaven, not even the double-headed eagle."

"Then you should serve my father honestly," Honso pointed out rather sourly. "It is your honor, Adalic Vanners. All truths belong to him like steel. You can only choose one: obey or die."

"Obey or die." Vannus nodded slightly and raised a hand to gesture to his companions, "We are here. Welcome to the underground enclosure of New Badab City."

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The distinctive smell of oxygen-rich blood of genetically engineered Astartes, from eleven different individuals.

Ten individuals have just died, with the time between deaths not exceeding forty minutes.

This was the first thing that Hongsuo's exclusive power armor told him.

Then, his power armor, which was actually used for medical purposes, began to desperately send a large amount of data to his additional data receiving port - as the de facto pharmacist chief and chief medical officer of the Destiny Steel, he (after checking the regulations and finding that there were no regulations prohibiting it) modified the shell neural interface on his body. Of course, he was not yet able to fully master and change the black shell, a wonderful product of biological engineering, but as a pharmacist who was enlightened by the works of Fabius Bile and practiced on the Iron Warriors and the Imperial Fists, he undoubtedly possessed a very high intuitive talent.

So even though he wasn't wearing a helmet now, his power armor still fed back more detailed information to him based on the data obtained through his own enhanced senses.

He narrowed his eyes and strode forward impatiently while Vannus was still negotiating with the gatekeeper, leaving his companions busy dealing with the gatekeeper and hurriedly catching up with him.

"what happened?"

"It's the blood of the Iron Warriors. Some of the subspace energy signatures are very noteworthy. Moreover," Honso narrowed his eyes, and a series of data analysis fragments flowed across the retina deep in his irises. "The analysis shows a large amount of bleeding and the end of hormones... The last one is about to die."

Wannas uttered a vicious curse, "I knew that aliens were untrustworthy! That pirate slave owner tricked me! She gave me enough time! I told her I liked this batch of goods!"

Honsuo did not intend to blame Wannas for not acting quickly enough in this matter. After all, the Raven Guard could not have known in the previous few days that a brand new Honsuo would come to replace the original Warsmith. And since Wannas was acting alone, even if he bought these Iron Warriors, he would not be able to take them away or have an in-depth conversation with them.

So Hongsuo just strode forward, roughly pushing aside a swordsman wearing a full-covering leather mask and tight leather armor, and pushed aside several strong aliens, who grinned and showed their sharp teeth before turning their heads to see who was so bold, but were slashed by a hand covered with ceramic steel and with thin and fine single-molecule cutters on the surface. The skin that was harder than stone armor was cut open and the throat or trachea of ​​one of the beasts was pulled out. Whatever it was, they wisely made way for the war blacksmith who looked expressionless but was actually like a scalpel unsheathed. "Oh. Vannus, dear, when did you come back? Why didn't you come to see me?" A swordsman who possessed both masculine strength and feminine beauty swayed his plump hips gracefully like a snake and swam to Vannus who was following Hongsuo. "What are you doing lately, little crow? Those lovely symbols of the Dark Prince on your face are gone. It looks a bit too plain and monotonous. - Is that your new employer in front?"

The swordsman stuck out his bright red tongue and licked his thick lips and the black leather mask covering his face. "He looks like a very ruthless person who is proficient in cruel arts. Are you interested in introducing him to me?"

"Don't mess with him." The former Raven Guard just left with this warning and hurried away, leaving the swordsman in deep thought.

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When Hong Suo rushed to the front of the crowd watching the underground slave fights, he just saw the last hell beast standing on the field roaring and about to step on the broken and bloody breastplate of Kadaras Grendel with its deformed, twisted feet made of flesh and metal.

“Stop it.” Words as cold as frost and lightning came out of the mouth of the War Blacksmith. Although the audience members who were closer to him were trembling with fear and very nervous, they still showed a twisted smile: It was too presumptuous to ask a mad and attacking hell beast to stop. Who did he think he was -

The liquid-containing bullet of the Gene Eradicator accurately hit the raised walking paw of the Hell Beast, and then all the spectators watched as all the components of the flesh and blood were decomposed, the proteins were hydrolyzed, the DNA chains were loosened, the flesh and nerves were reduced to original life substances, and the metals and lifeless things that were connected and parasitized by them roared and melted like snow in the sun, turning into an eerie bright orange color.

There was silence outside the noisy octagonal cage for a moment, and then the audience and the operators here cried out in surprise, and began to scramble to escape to various exits - usually speaking, ammunition with this effect and their users are all notorious for "eradicating" any living creatures present, and now the effect presented by Hong Suo's gene eradicator is very similar to some of the most notorious ones, such as a certain war gang that believes in the benevolent father and causes the extinction of billions of people at any time.

Grendel was lying on his back on the ground, looking tattered and half of his body was broken, but he still used his only remaining arm to push away the remains of the hell beast covering his body.

Hong Suo slowly used the circular saw on the medical servo arm to cut open the metal fence of the octagonal cage, walked in, reached out and pulled him up.

"Oh! Lord of Steel!" Grendel complained, and at the same time he turned his head and began to spit a mouthful of orange juice on the blood-stained sand, and then spit again, "This taste is too disgusting! Don't pull me! My rib plate has collapsed in half when I killed the first two hell beasts! Leave half of it for me to grow!"

"You won't die." Warsmith and Master Potion Master began to perform battlefield first aid and bandages on him skillfully. "Come back with me. I will heal you, Kadaras Grendel. I need you right now."

Grendel, the chief of arms who was chasing Berossus and Tolamino, who unfortunately became a consumable in the underground arena, tilted his head and asked Vanus who came over to help him up, "Is that Honso? Am I seeing right? Why is that guy...? Those things can't be used, right?"

In the background, the drill on the pharmacist's arm armor was cutting through the dead Iron Warriors' ceramic breastplates, muscle layers and rib plates one by one, and then extending a special biological probe to "suck" out their bizarre gene seeds from deep in their chest cavity.

"Who knows." Vannus shrugged at him. "Let's go back to the camp first." Grendel looked at him warily, and Vannus also looked at him carefully. Although the influence of the Blood God was clearly visible, Grendel did not have the feeling of being overwhelmed by killing that all Khorne berserkers would have. He was like wearing a diving suit in a sea of ​​blood. He was an out-and-out killer. He also enjoyed killing, but he was no longer under control. There was something more definite occupying the position of the Blood God at the upper level, forcing his nerve threads back to the strings of reason, and the God of War could do nothing about it.

He blinked, and the platinum circles in his eyes reappeared in the direction that only Grendel could see.

The Iron Warriors champion immediately showed an expression of sudden enlightenment, and then a little excitement, "Actually! It's actually true! What the Stoneforge said is true! Haha! Steel lasts forever, and blood is just a form of expression of steel! It's really true!"

"I shouldn't say that." Hong Suo had already extracted all the contaminated gene seeds and walked over to them. "How could you have any doubts?"

"I was wrong." Grendel immediately answered sincerely in the most elegant tone a believer of the Way of War could make. "It was you who came at this time, Honso, and you are a pharmacist. This is enough to make me feel that the miracles that the Stoneforge - no, the Ruler of the Earth told us are all the truth of my father."

Honso and Wanners looked at each other.

"When did the Stoneforger get this new name? Grendel, come back to the camp with us first. This is not the right place to talk in detail. I think I must hear your story about these things."

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So, before everyone came back to check the situation, they hurriedly left the underground gladiatorial arena.

After re-entering Honsou's private room, Grendel once again received better (but very painful, because a certain black-hearted potion master claimed that anesthetics must be used on the blade, and Grendel's injuries were far from the point where he needed anesthetics. A true champion warrior of the Iron Warriors should be able to endure such pain - otherwise he would be no better than an Imperial Fist! Of course, Grendel immediately accepted the challenge.) medical care. He sat on a large box with his upper body naked, moving his shoulders and arms that had been shattered by a blow from the Hell Beast.

"I must say, even though it hurts so much I want to kill you, it's a miracle they're as good now as when I was a rookie in the company. When did you develop such superb skills as a pharmacist?"

"A blessing from my father." Honso did not bother to explain further on this point, and Grendel nodded, accepting the explanation very well and admiringly.

"Holy! Steel within and without! Praise be to the great Perturabo!"

"Now tell us how you came here, and the others, Grendel." Honso's eyes flickered. "I am also interested in what you said about Soltarn. What happened? Tell me the news on Medlengard."

Astarte, who had a Mohawk, nodded. "This matter started when we suddenly learned that Soltarn had begun to integrate other small fortresses and factories..."

(End of this chapter)