Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 482 The Black-Hearted King will also be...
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When their stiff-muscled feet were finally allowed to enter the palace of the infamous "Black Heart King", Hong Suo found that he could understand why Wannas said "he has the capital".

Before entering the main body of the palace-fortress, visitors must first pass through a huge square. To the warsmith, the structure is more like a display of trophies of void ships that the Red Corsair King had slaughtered and destroyed than a huge dome built on many pillars in a square.

The armor plates that formed the metal dome on top of the pillars were all made of different materials, paints, and shapes, but they all had one thing in common: they were all cut from the hulls of different spacecraft and bore traces of being attacked, scorched, or melted and blackened.

At the end of the square there was a row of warriors. Although from a distance it seemed that they valued visitors and were polite and disciplined, the Iron Warriors did not lack ancient traditions and various rules. "It looked like a scene that Tolamino, the noble little head who wanted his nose to be lifted up to the sky and was afraid that others would look down on him, would like very much. It's just that this scene was more impressive under the atmosphere of warriors." Hong Suo said to Vannas in a very low voice.

"Stay away from me when you are showing off your witty words in the palace of the new Badab ruler, so that I have time to activate the jet pack and leave, and don't let your blood splash on me." The latter replied in a voice as thin as a mosquito, and repeatedly used his eyes to warn Hong Suo that there were messengers leading the way ahead of them - and Wannas also knew that the defense of the war blacksmith's power armor was more than a hundred orders of magnitude higher than his current shabby armor - Hong Suo smiled and stopped talking.

As they continued to approach, they discovered that at least a hundred heavily armored Chaos Astartes were lined up on both sides of the only exit door of this temple-like dome square that would amaze any discerning visitor.

These power armors are considered to be well maintained in Chaos, and their models and paint jobs are varied, ranging from the oldest Mark IIs still in use by some Iron Warriors to rare Mark VIII parts.

And Hongsuo's medical auspicious instrument was following his gaze and began to list a large amount of real medical identification data for him from his armor database index: Dark Angels, Night Lords, Blood Angels, Flesh Tearers, Iron Hands, Space Wolves, Salamanders, Crimson Archons, Ah...

But surprisingly, although these Chaos Space Marine pirates were obviously carefully selected and almost all came from the mother group loyal to the Empire, there was still no sign that any of them were from the Ultramarines. The sign that proved that they all served Huron was a bright red X on their originally glorious chapter emblem.

Very interesting, is it true that there is not a single Ultramarines who has sided with Huron, or is it that Huron has always been very concerned about the rumors of the Star Claw gene seed? Hong Suo thought, and hurriedly walked past the guard of honor that showed the power and majesty of the owner of this place. He did not notice that his steps were relaxed and natural, which no warrior who passed by before him had ever experienced.

Finally they entered the audience hall.

When Honso entered the place, his first reaction was not "It turns out we are not the only invited guests", but "Damn it, does Huron really want to be an emperor?"

In the eyes of the warsmith, the building materials and form of the halls here are similar to those of the legendary Macragge and the most famous palaces on Holy Terra. Not to mention the artistic level of the carvings and crafts, at least the "gold, gold and gold everywhere" point has been learned completely.

After walking a distance further, Hong Suo sighed: white and other colored marble began to appear at the same time as gold. If you don't look at the symbols painted in the shadows, the flat and clean ground, the rows of human fat candles, the lit incense burners, and the servants walking around in robes would make it difficult to tell where you are at the moment. Even the decoration here is quite "Imperial".

Hundreds of battle flags of regiments loyal to the Blackheart King or captured as spoils of war were hung high above the magnificent hall and on the surrounding walls, swaying with the air currents coming from nowhere. The medical analyzer told him that there was a different smell of blood deeper inside, and more ritual incense was lit. These were not consecrated products like those of the Empire, but had the exact opposite purpose.

But the magnificent sight of the smoke slowly curling around the golden dome and the selected ceremonial guards he had just seen really made Hong Suo doubt what Huron's deepest desire was.

In other words, the ambitions of this tyrant, who had sparked the Badab War and fought against at least sixteen Astartes Chapters, might be better served in a peaceful period - allowing him to obtain the position he wants through means where the conflicts would not be so obvious - a naturally ambitious politician and governor, and Space Marines might just be a by-product of genetic modification.

Hong Suo felt that, at least for now, judging from the palace's malicious and cunning exterior and its luxurious and extravagant interior, the "king" in the two titles of Black-Hearted King or Tyrant might indeed be an adjective for Luft Huron rather than a simple title of status.

When they saw the densely packed troops, the helmets with double horns, the various swords, spears, halberds, alien species and wizards gathered together in different teams and arranged around a huge Chaos Titan, Hong Suo guessed that their guide should have finally completed his task.

Judging from the popular tastes of the blacksmiths on Medlengard, if a Demon Titan appears, it will most likely be the throne room, and this place will probably be no exception.

Hong Suo noticed that in the entire hall, except for him and Wannas, all other people or aliens had Chaos Eight-pointed Stars or similar symbols on their bodies, marking the objects of their own dark beliefs and dedications, and his disguise seemed very perfunctory here.

But he didn't care much. He took Vannas and walked through the crowd of people who were talking in low voices like a spectator, trying to get to the front.

The throne of the new Badab ruler was as luxurious as the interior of the palace. It was a work of art made of normal materials, a rare sight in the Chaos. It was carved from a single piece of agate in the shape of a king's throne wrapped in thorns. It was intricate, exquisite, gorgeous and majestic, and its size far exceeded the size of the seat required for an ordinary Astartes. Even a true prince would look very suitable sitting on it - Honso began to imagine that this throne might be quite nice to be cleaned and placed on the observation deck of the Iron Blood's cafe - it was still empty now, and the Blackheart King had not yet ascended his throne.

The place is now filled with the smell of fear, anxiety, ambition and lies.

"Hey. Be careful." Wannas' whisper passed by his ears. The war blacksmith stopped and turned slowly.

A warrior, a warrior who was abnormally tall due to the Chaos mutation and the blessing of the Blood God, was walking towards them. He was so huge that his body cast a shadow on Hongsuo's face.

His armor was covered in thick blood and mottled traces of battle, and its original color could no longer be seen. The shoulder armor decoration on one side was made of a large amount of bones, while on the other side - the medical auspicious instrument sent him conflicting data - through the bloody bones, there seemed to be a symbol carved with open sharp teeth biting a planet.

The Warsmith narrowed his eyes. What was going on? Why did the World Eater appear as "Heart of Steel" in his medical auspex? Primarch Angron... Petra? How come he had never heard of two more Angrons?
The warrior who came over seemed to be getting more and more angry because of the silence and neglect of this ungrateful guy. His crown was shown to be made of the entire skull of an orc warlord, and his two eyes were like magma formed by steaming blood, staring at Hongso fiercely. His facial muscles twitched from time to time, showing that anger was trying to control this warrior's body and mind at all times. "I am Pushtok Uluwente, the butcher of the massacre on the planet Formond, the bloody storm in the dark night, the skull plunderer..."

Oh, Pushtok Uluwynte, the darling and follower of the Blood God, the boss of the warband whose champion he killed. It seems that he was originally a warrior of the World Eaters. He can still speak clearly, express logic and think, which is rare.

No wonder he is said to be a promising player in this competition, it seems that it is not only because he has won the Skull Harvest Feast Championship more than once before. - By the way, where is his Butcher's Nail implanted? Is it not implanted? Or is it possibly covered under this huge green skull? If he is still later, can we secretly scan him? I really want to see the structure of the Butcher's Nail in an active confrontation state and the living brain combined with it...

The other party rattled off a series of terrifying names, curses and threats, while the Warsmith just listened expressionlessly, wondering if this World Eater could be captured as a test subject for his Butcher's Nail separation surgery. Oh, by the way, before that, he had to see if his gene seed was still on him. Why did his gene identification tag show the additional words "Heart of Steel"? Strange, a sample that is very worth studying...

"You! Are you showing contempt to me?! It seems that the blood I sent to your camp is not impressive enough for you, right? Little Iron Warrior?!"

The other party roared, and steaming heat and the smell of brass emanated from his body, making the smell of rotting flesh and blood in the cracks of his armor more obvious.

"Oh, you sent those people to die." Hong Suo recalled the scene that Grendel had created earlier, where the door was evenly covered with blood and flesh residues. "Well... that did cause some trouble for our sanitation and cleaning. If that was your purpose, I think it has been achieved."

The leader of the Blood God War Gang undoubtedly possessed a willpower so strong that it was beyond that of an ordinary person. Even though everyone could see that he really, really, really wanted to do so, he just gritted his steel teeth instead of rushing over to tear Hong Suo to pieces with his axe and teeth.

But the fact that he was in front of the Blackheart King's throne obviously stopped him, and Pushtok roared, "I know, it's you! Honso! A bastard! You killed my warband champion! You will pay for this in the next game! I will chop off your filthy and impure head and stick it on my shoulder!"

"Oh. I thought it would be used to make a wine glass or a chamber pot. The shoulder has a good view and is a good and honorable position. Thank you very much. I think I will be gentle and considerate to you if I have the chance." The war blacksmith answered in what he thought was a very polite manner, but many people nearby in the hall looked at him as if he were a dead person. Vannus sighed softly.

The Blood God's favored one glared at the former alchemist, and for a moment he even reached out to touch his weapon, but in the end, Pushtok the Red Skull gave up and turned back to his team.

It was obvious that the Blood God Champion was quite familiar with the Skull Harvest Feast competition.

The next second after he walked back to his team, the Chaos Titan blew a giant horn. The solemn and majestic sound of the horn was mixed with the discordant roars of demons. The two seemed to be clearly separated and yet tangled together like a hemp rope, echoing under the dome of the throne room.

When everyone's attention was distracted for a moment by the voice with demonic power (the power armor analyzed that it was the love language of some great keeper of secrets), Hong Suo noticed some kind of mechanism on the agate throne of thorns - an extremely inconspicuous flash that might have been caused by teleportation or psychic witchcraft, and then an impressive figure occupied the throne of thorns agate.

The body of this tall warrior was wrapped in a scarred-looking power armor with gold edges and a large number of extra pipes and cables. His posture was majestic, as if he was not a Chaos lord, but a great ancient king. His face also had a lot of traces of injuries and hasty treatment. His skin was as pale and blue as a dead person, and there were many marks of skull repairs on his head. But behind his broken body, his expression was still sharp, and his face radiated an invisible attraction. His right hand wore a huge glove with long claws, on which there was an eight-pointed star logo, and his left hand was holding a long-handled battle axe as if holding a king's scepter.

A strange familiar-like creature is clinging to the back of his head and the backpack of his power armor. Sometimes it looks like a bipedal lizard-like reptile, sometimes like a puff of smoke, and sometimes it suddenly appears in the form of other animals, shaking its tail and peeking its head out from the tyrant's shoulder.

The majestic monarch had a ruthless and stern look as he looked down at everyone in the throne room. His sharp gaze seemed to see through the souls of all of them.

All the tyrannical warriors, proud champions and unruly aliens knelt on one knee and bowed their heads to this extremely dramatic ruler who appeared like a heroic emperor.

The tyrant of New Badab, "King Black" Huron, has arrived.

In this solemn atmosphere, only Hong Suo saw things differently.

What emerges from the eyes of the Master Potion Master is an aged warrior teetering on the brink of death but stubbornly refusing to die, held together by dark magic, pacts, venomous hatred and malice towards the world at large: a medical miracle.

"Wow."

Vannus' eye muscles cramped as he winked at Honso.

"This will be a very good... patient."

(End of this chapter)