Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 508 You did a good job! He should thank you
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When Honsou showed Robouti Guilliman, who had come to this "dream of time", around the star fortress they were now in, the Ultramarines' Primarch realized that their true situation might be even worse than the loyal apothecary had vaguely mentioned to him.

No wonder Honsou always looked hesitant, his arrival was just an accident during their mission, and this mission was indeed facing great difficulties, and they also had to protect Guilliman's children... perhaps it was his sense of honor that made him unwilling to lose his composure in front of another Primarch?
He could feel the other person's tenseness and nervousness hidden under urgency and respect.

It was not that the Lord of the Ultramarines could not understand the feelings of the Iron Warriors pharmacist. After all, he did have a momentary desire to kill them when he saw them wearing the colors of traitors.

Therefore, when Hong Suo led him to check on the members of the Fifth Company who were "rescuing those who had to enter the life-support tank after being attacked by demons", the Primarch recalled and found a topic to start.

"Speaking of which." Guilliman began to speak, his voice echoing in the empty and quiet corridor of the Star Fortress Cathedral, and Vannus and Grendel beside him became nervous again.

"This isn't the first time I've worked with the Iron Warriors either."

Honso blinked, "Excuse me, sir?"

“Don’t you know?” Guilliman was also surprised at why he blurted it out so easily… He secretly and vigilantly felt his body, and it was still a very good feeling, nothing unusual, but seeing the inexplicable expression of the Potion Master, his heart eased. He carefully adjusted his words and skillfully concealed some content that he thought Hong Suo should not know.

"I once... many years ago, before my slumber, worked and fought alongside some of the loyal warriors of the Iron Warriors, then known as traitors, to save the Imperium... well... to gather the broken warriors."

"I'm sorry, sir." The pharmacist's confusion was genuine. "I'm a newcomer. The glorious history and traditions of our regiment... have been lost over such a long period of time as veterans have passed away. I don't know the glorious past you're talking about."

The Lord of Ultramar relaxed even more after hearing that. They walked into the last corridor, where only the dim emergency lights were still on. The power of the reactor was used on the external defense position. Meteorites and dust in the asteroid belt hit the upper position shield at super high speed from time to time, annihilating small flashes on it. Except for the sound of their footsteps and breathing, everything here was quietly dormant.

The Thirteenth Primarch looked with disapproval and disgust at the gray and stiff human bodies embedded in the niches at the side of the corridor, which were connected to a large number of pipes and cables. There were also some candles and incense offered on the ground in front of the servitors.

Hong Suo followed the Primarch's gaze and shrugged. "The faith of the State Religion has been deeply rooted in the human race for many generations. It has spread widely and has undergone many changes. It is difficult for us to completely ban it. We can only try to declare it to be a kind of comforting psychology or a psychic science related to psychic power."

"That's good, and it sounds reasonable." Guilliman nodded. "After all, everything here shows that faith occupies a very important part of people's lives in this era. It is not easy to uphold truth and science in an environment where most people are firmly fanatical about religion. And the one who was most proficient in technology and truth among us back then was an Iron Warrior. He repaired and maintained a miraculous engineering building for us, and designed many fortresses, bastions, and defense lines."

"Amazing, sir." Honso was obviously attracted by the story. "I really hope to meet this master before he dies... Is he one of our war blacksmiths, sir?" Grendel fell to the end of the crowd with a thoughtful expression.

"Yes." Roboute Guilliman said, "His honor was difficult to obtain more or large-scale remembrance under the circumstances at that time. Perhaps this is why you, as his descendant, have never heard of him? Otherwise, I think that with his talent and ability, your father, my brother Perturabo, would have mentioned him to you with pride."

"May I ask his name, sir?" Hong Suo asked this question, not noticing that Grendel, who was standing behind them, had a hesitant and conflicted look on his face.

“Barabas Dantioch.” The Ultramarines Lord spoke the name with certainty, with a rare bit of respect from the gods for mortals. “He was a warsmith of the Iron Warriors. He once fought against his betrayed comrades for three hundred and sixty-six days with a few remnants for our... cause. He finally captured the enemy’s ships and came to my... Ultramar, where he forged many miracles for us.”

Grendel's face was filled with expressions like "I knew it" and "Now how should I warn this bastard?"

Fortunately, they had already walked to the outside of the temporary tank culture laboratory. The master pharmacist asked the 13th Primarch to remain calm, and then carefully opened the door of the laboratory himself.

The cold air, along with the faint smell of biochemical reagents and the hum of electric motors, hit me in the face.

With a bang, the cold electric candles lit up at the same time.

Roboute Guilliman uttered a terrible curse at what he saw. A righteous rage burned in his chest.

——In dozens of tanks, bodies or pieces of flesh in varying degrees of damage were floating. In front of each tank was a nameplate with the name and affiliation of the person inside.

"This is one of our mission targets this time, sir." The Master Potion Master took a step forward and interrupted Guilliman's emotions at the right time, "Half of the members of the Fifth Company of the Ultramarines and the Holy and Fearless Brother Artorion."

The Iron Warriors' Master Potion Master said sincerely, "We have fulfilled our mission and rescued the brothers of the Fifth Company who were transformed into living thinkers in this star fortress by the evil experiment!"

Guilliman clenched his fists tightly, he walked over slowly and placed his hands on the cold surface of the transparent armored glass outside the wrinkled and twisted body of Artorion like a baby, staring at the old soldier's frowning face, which was deformed by being soaked in amniotic fluid for a long time.

After a long while, he finally spoke, and every ending syllable sounded like a sigh.

"You guys... did a great job. ...Thank you."

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In the distant time and space and on the other side of the galaxy.

Motugu from the Death Guard slowly walked into the pharmacist laboratory of the Iron... Destiny Steel.

Since Master Hongsuo and his apprentice and the Iron Heart pharmacist team left one after another, the laboratory has now entered an unattended state. Although the Iron Ring Robots assigned to the laboratory have maintained the cleanliness here well, the lack of human supervision in the laboratory is still worrying. After all, there are still several patients sleeping here.

- Oh, not including Lucius. This swordsman with amazing resilience (?) immediately went to Wandering Port alive and well after being rescued by the reluctant Ironheart pharmacists who didn't want to owe them a favor. Soon, because he loved to show off too much, he was often kicked out by the annoying Perturabo BC to perform some solo missions that required dealing with danger. Considering that he completed the missions and came back alive every time, it seems that he is now enjoying it.

But Motug's situation was different. Although this survivor of Isstvan III managed to survive and hold on until the miracle of Angron Petra, his body was also severely injured. In fact, he only had his head and a small part of his torso left. At the time, he was unable to receive immediate treatment and enter Dreadnought. Perhaps it was only the tenacity of the Death Guards and his determination to do his utmost to kill the traitor that allowed him to survive.

But his injuries were so severe that in the absence of a master pharmacist, even the pharmacists of Ironheart did not dare to treat him carelessly.

Although the advanced pharmacist laboratory equipment on the Destiny Steel maintained his life, it was Perturabo BC and the armory director, Sage Decima of the Order of the Source, who finally solved the problem for him after a conversation with him.

The Destiny Steel Pharmacist Laboratory needs a temporary caretaker who has rich experience and knowledge and has undergone Astartes transformation. At the same time, since it is related to important gene seed banks, medicine banks and other sleeping people receiving treatment, the caretaker must also be absolutely patient, have passed the test of will, and be able to make the suspicious Border Collie Primarch relatively at ease in terms of controllability.

Motuge now fully meets such requirements: he signed a voluntary research agreement with verbal authorization under the witness of Magna Dorn, and became the second possible research project subject of the Decimal Sage after Sigismund's mecha.

Then, this powerful sage, who also had a heart of revenge against his colleagues, used biomechanical and bio-psychic components to supplement Motuge's missing torso and limbs, and performed surgical modifications and mechanical implants on him that ordinary people could not withstand. In the end, he became "complete" again and did not look too different, but only he and Decima knew how taboo the experimental technologies used on him were.

This means that Motugu will never appear before the Empire with the Inquisition again, unless -

However, the Decima Sage told him that although the Scarlet Agreement prohibits the creation of any abominable soulless machines, the so-called Animus Silicon Crystal Creations, and in the past, under the strong order of the Corpse King, Mars also supplemented the agreement to never allow the birth of artificial intelligence life -

"However," the mechanical sage, who was obviously not a Martian but dressed in a very classical Martian style, calmly told Motuge, "You don't have to worry too much. This agreement still allows us to synthesize artificial life with limited intelligence for the purpose of justice. These powerful and intelligent works are not only not restricted by the agreement, but as long as you are not discovered, you will be considered sacred in the Mechanicus."

"…This…like Lord Magna?"

"For example, Lord Magna. May the Machine God bless him." Sage Decima nodded. "'Whiterace' can also be considered a research model in another direction. If I were still serving the Empire, I would tell others that 'Whiterace' would be a member of the Cybernite Corps. As long as no one can break through my firewall and confidentiality agreement to see inside, there will be no big problem."

"And now you are neither the Dreadnought, who is still classified as a human, nor the Cybernetica, who is more mechanical, Korisus Motug. You have become something in between. A product that combines biological and electronic computing with psychic fusion... Sigismund is perfect as the subject of the descent to transform the mechas. His main problem is that he is not a strong psyker. And you, as an Astartes psyker with abundant psychic energy but not much polished, just make up for the lack of my research in this area. I am very satisfied with this."

The sage's crimson robe slowly turned half a circle on the floor, drawing an arc, and seemed ready to leave.

"Then what is the difference between me and a servitor that has retained its mind?" asked the Death Guard, pretending not to hear the name that Sage Decima had just inadvertently uttered and the shock in his heart.

"Your mind still belongs to you."

"But the soul and the body don't belong, do they?"

Sage Decima did not answer. The tall mechanical sage turned and left, leaving a room full of things that needed to be reorganized and stored to the new caretaker.

Koritsus Mortug turned and blinked, summoning a to-do list from the extra Cogitator component within his body - he no longer needed a data pad, now that he and Master Magnar Dorn and Master White-Sigismund were linked together on the level of the lofty Machine God, which was one of the reasons why Perturabo BC was relieved.

He sighed and began to work through his list of items and things that needed tying up.

When he counted the medicine storage shelves, Motuge frowned and checked the list again and again.

"strangeness……"

He stared at the names and images on the list marked as "Strictly prohibited from leaving the laboratory", "Highest protection level", and "Strictly prohibited from private injection".

"This test tube and the... 'Compound Powerful Refined Mixture' inside... are missing?"

But it seemed that the maker had no time or no intention to write down the specific contents of the potion on it. Motuge only saw a series of "IV", "VII", "VIII", "XV", "

XIX", and a Gorgon letter symbol for the Mechanicus.

He confirmed it again. It seemed to be a special medicine for detoxification, promoting healing, improving vitality and other aspects. Perhaps these warnings were just because it was a life-saving panacea? This was also normal. Medicines such as life-extending potions were always precious.

"... Never mind." The guard of the pharmacy laboratory thought to himself, made a note of it, blinked, and took a photo. "Anyway, it's not some poison that was lost... maybe it was used but they forgot to write it down after the rescue. I have to go check on the patients in the life-support tanks later..."

(End of this chapter)