Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 499 Someone is coming from afar
Inquisitor Sibia Monsrate was trained in the Inquisitorial Fortress of Tarassa.

She had been the third in command of the Tarassa Inquisition before accepting her new post aboard the Indomitable, so her mind and soul were more resilient and therefore more difficult to deal with than the others, to be sure, but he couldn't just abruptly erase her from his experimental mass of Cogitators, formed from the debris collected after the battle of Outer Eskari.

Although she was not a member of the Indomitable command team and their brothers, Hong Suo could tell from the observation data that since she and Oranto resisted to the end, they had a deep impression of each other. Isolating her would affect the stability of other experimental subjects.

Perhaps the lifeless creature that had been tempting him with a salivating tone in his ear really had a way to achieve what it claimed was impossible for humans to do. Well, judging from Huron's situation, maybe they did have their own way to bypass some common sense obstacles.

However, the master of potions was deeply influenced by his father and was fortunate enough to be invited to participate in some petite wizard salons. The warnings of various secrets mentioned inadvertently were very effective, which made Hong Suo's attitude towards things like the Undying always follow the iron law of the Iron Warriors: they are just some tools, some are handy, and some bite, but people cannot trust tools that can talk, and cannot regard tools as their saviors.

Therefore, how to deal with Sibiya and the reactions of the departments behind her has become the biggest variable for Hong Suo now - he can easily deal with the Astartes and the Imperial Navy, and he is even confident that he can imitate the Ecclesiarchy, but the nature of the Inquisition itself determines that no matter which side of the Astartes, there are few opportunities to deal with them alive, and even less understanding of their operating habits and certain agreed codes.

But if he wanted to study more deeply the rare Iverson Assassin who was singled out for attack without additional protection and without the need to risk stealing one from the Iverson Temple, he would have to deceive Sibia, the only Inquisitor who knew how to release and retrieve him, into believing that they were out of danger and were now in safe custody, and that due to various accidental factors, she had legitimately lost contact with the Inquisition.

Hong Suo has always believed that brainwashing is an extremely delicate skill that requires patience, meticulousness and care. The human brain, or in other words, the brain of any living creature, has unique properties and is believed to be obviously strongly related to the birth and existence of the "soul".

Although the connection between them is so mysterious and profound that no living person can say that he understands or can reveal its essence and secrets, the knowledge, information and data that Honsou can obtain, as well as his own intuition, come from the Apothecary Guild, the Iron Warriors, the Imperial Fists and himself. Perhaps when Fabius Bile created him, he originally expected to obtain a breed that is more powerful and superior to the existing Space Marines at that time - who knows?
But Hong Suo did survive and waited for his real chance. Now was the time for him to prove himself once again. The brain of an Inquisitor was a rare sample, and it was rarely mentioned even in his power armor database, mainly because it was usually difficult to capture an active Inquisitor that was so well preserved.

"Well, let's see what little surprises we can get from guiding your thoughts properly..."

The master of alchemy began to input the brainwashing program he had just written into these parallel-connected tanks, and then, amid Yumka's wild laughter, the entire Indomitable began to move, spinning her ion protection field that flashed red when it came into contact with the warp, like a spinning flamenco skirt, as if there were a tugboat and a navigator's ship in front of her, and she began to sail in a certain direction.

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Adalic Vanners encountered Kadaras Grendel in the corridor of the Inflexible.

If it weren't for the fact that the face with the repaired forehead still belonged to the former Chief of Arms and Champion, the Raven Guard felt that they would not dare to recognize him.

It seems that the champion's preference for hairstyle has not changed much: the scalp on both sides of the head is shaved clean, leaving short black hair half a palm wide in the middle, which is also neatly trimmed.

Grendel was not wearing a helmet, and his thick, broad chin was now as smooth as if he had just shaved, with a light blue color running from his temples to his chin.

There were still some visible signs of damage on his power armor, but the polished ointment made them look more like a deliberately preserved commemoration, because when the chief of arms walked up to him with a pile of data tablets and parchments under his arms, the Raven Guard swore that he definitely smelled the scent of the sacred lubricants and ointments that the Ultramarines loved to use to maintain their weapons.

——This is so terrible!!! Blurring the characteristics shaped by all genetic bloodlines, making the boundaries between legion warriors indistinguishable, look at what you have done! Hong Suo!!! You will definitely be swallowed up by your own ambitions and desires in the end!!

The Raven Guard roared in his heart, but when he thought of the transformation that had taken place in Honso on the Iron Blood and who he was actually serving, Wannus had a feeling that "it would turn out like this after all."

Just as his face remained expressionless but his inner emotions were changing dramatically, Grendel walked up to him and looked him up and down.

This made Dark Crow a little nervous again, "What's wrong?"

"Uh-nothing," the Iron Warrior muttered, "but I think you should fill out an application and go to the Armory to have your power armor refurbished. Honsou just had me connect the Armory's repair servitors to the brain of the Hestian Techmarine, so that you can do any repairs that aren't too complicated yourself. Your paint plating is all damaged, and your jetpack sounds in very bad shape, Vannus."

The Shadow Master seemed so surprised that he lost all the social etiquette he had learned, so he did not respond to this friendly and sensible suggestion, and then he discovered something.

"Grendel...?"

"What's going on?" The Iron Warrior who was walking past him was pulling out a data pad and connecting to his communication beads. Vannus heard him making a friendly appointment with Sergeant Orlanto on the other end, who thought he was still walking in the star fortress, to go to the fighting cage together next time.

"are you……"

"Yes, I've grown a little taller." Kadaras frowned, the emergency lights inside the star fortress shining on his face, and Vannas saw the effect of the Ultramarines' sometimes slightly pedantic discipline being placed in the mind of the Iron Warrior who had once become a beast like the god of war.

If Grendel before was a man with more than enough fighting power but his spirit poisoned by killing, which made him unable to think about other things, destined him to be a watchdog or hunting dog for a master or lord, then now Grendel is undoubtedly a very good candidate for adjutant, capable of taking over command at any time when any chief officer is unable to command.

"Do you also want to grow taller?" He looked up and down at the Shadow Master and suddenly grinned. The soul of the once passionate and brutal killer returned for a second. "You can apply to our Master of Alchemy. However, you are not short to begin with, Vannus. If your muscles become stronger, according to my assessment, it may not be conducive to your flying."

"So you remember, or you know what Honsou did to you? How can you still..." "My mind has never been so logical." Grendel's face became serious. "My memories are the same. Now they are like a library in my mind. I can even remember the time when I was serving the corpse king in the Great Company of Berossus."

The warrior's face twisted with expression. "I really don't want to remember the first time I saw the Fallen Phoenix and his sons arrive, and the disgusting poisonous things on the Emperor's Pride and the corrupt scenes along the way. Thank God, I was innocent enough at the time, and even had the energy to knock Thortan unconscious with a punch and take him away."

Vannus wisely did not ask Grendel about the details of these ancient anecdotes. After all, he was still nominally the Dark Prince's servant. "So you don't hate Honso anymore?"

"I hate him, and I still think Honso a bastard and a curse," Grendel answered, "and he has filled my veins with disgusting blood."

He put away the datapad and faced Vannus. "But he put enough rationality into my head to make me consider and weigh whether to pursue the momentary pleasure or to complete the victory goal dedicated to the primarch. My conclusion is that although I should kill him, he is undoubtedly the only one who can achieve the goal and bring us back, so before that, I will complete his instructions. This does not conflict with my hatred for him."

The former Raven Guard shook his head in shock, "I... I don't quite understand that feeling, Grendel."

"You are not easy to understand," said the Iron Warrior. "Have you seen the Butcher's Nail, Vanas? The thing on Uluwenta's head?"

"Yeah, what does this have to do with what we're talking about?"

“If you can’t understand, you can simply assume that Honsou has attempted to install the opposite effect in my skull using the Ultramarines template.”

The Armour Chief looked ready to leave, but he was still muttering, "He really is... a perfect inheritor of Soraka the Glory's curiosity about biological research and the boldness of his other half. In this respect, he himself may be the first of our kind."

Before he left, he even remembered to slip a completed armory application form into Vanners' hands.

The traitor held the application form in his hand and glanced around blankly: everything was being repaired and operated in an orderly manner, the machine spirits of all sizes were humming softly under Hestia's comfort, and the huge star fortress was on its way to prepare for the next leap.

Hong Suo...after capturing the Star Fortress, he did not immediately flee back to the Maelstrom with the spoils to avoid the inevitable pursuit, so what exactly was he planning to do?

Vannus frowned tightly.

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In the east of the galaxy stands a legendary world, which still shines brightly in the lost records of ten thousand years ago. Unlike worlds such as Holy Terra, Armageddon, Cadia, Fenris or Catachan that are famous for their holiness, uniqueness or sinisterness, its shining in the galaxy is the result of ancient miracles and unknown coincidences.

Macragge, the home world of the Ultramarines, was the only light of crumbling human civilization during the darkest period after the Heresy and the pearl of the Ultramar Empire. It was the home world of the Ultramarines. For ten thousand years, Macragge has been standing as one of the greatest fortresses of mankind in the Far East of the Milky Way. As a center of civilization, technology, agriculture and military power in the Ultramar sector known as the Five Hundred Worlds, it is surrounded by several sub-districts, including famous star systems and worlds such as Konor, Calth, Quintoon, Talasa, Espandor, etc. Although some of them have been invaded and burned by war, the tenacious and hardworking Ultramar people are all well-nourished and healthy, and have received sufficient education and training since childhood.

All of these have turned these worlds into miraculous paradises that have amazed countless visitors. No matter whether it is a hive world, a forging world or an agricultural world, they are places where most people in the galaxy can dream of living.

Every day, new pilgrim ships loaded with passengers arrive from all over the world, and the final destination of hundreds or even thousands of routes is exactly the same: Macragge.

There is the Hera Fortress on Macragge, and in the temple of Hera Fortress sits the man who brought such a miracle to the entire Ultramar and created Macragge and the Ultramarines. He was forever frozen in the moment before his death, becoming a monument to commemorate the past glory and prove that the legend is not a myth. It is also the end of countless pilgrimages.

The pilgrims came in such large numbers that many of them lingered for long periods of time in the square at the foot of the fortress, and prosperous commerce developed among the local residents.

Today, the fresh fruit and vegetable shops from the easternmost frontier colony planet are still crowded with people and business is booming.

Residents rushed to buy the stable and high-quality fruits and vegetables, while large quantities of goods ordered by astropaths, other psychics, and nobles were delivered in boxes behind the store.

Just as the servants of Hera Fortress were bending over to load the goods ordered by the Chapter Kitchen onto the power sled, they noticed that the shop owner suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky.

"What's going on? Is it going to rain?"

The pale but always kind boss shook his head and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"No, the weather is very good today, very suitable for entertaining guests from afar."

(End of this chapter)