Warhammer: Start with a dog

Chapter 484 A war blacksmith who doesn’t want to be a skull-cutting champion is not a good pharmacist-

As everyone left Huron's palace and hurried back to their respective camps to prepare for the upcoming Skull Harvest Feast, Honso deliberately walked slowly and last.

Vanus thought his confidence was unfounded, and the Warsmith merely winked at his companion.

"Watch it," he said.

When they began to pass through the only door in the lobby square that was made from the remains of all the spaceships defeated by the Pirate King when they entered, and could see the stairs going down the mountain, Vannas almost started to prepare for the attack. Taunting Honso - of course, after mocking the Warsmith, he was going to take him to each of their opponents' camps for the rest of the game based on the information he got - something like espionage. Instead, it was allowed before the game started.

Because this final preparation time is the best time for every warlord and pirate leader to finally win over the most powerful lone wolves or smaller teams that have been waiting and watching, so they will work harder at this time. Every visitor passing by shows the strength of his team and the bravery of his warriors.

As their boots began to walk the final stretch, an order came from the depths of the palace: The Blackheart King was to summon the War Blacksmith from Medlengard alone.

"It's okay." Honso smiled and told Vannas, who looked a little worried, "You don't have to wait for me here, just go to the camp and keep an eye on Grendel."

"Don't show off your eloquence too much, Honso." The son of Clarks nodded and started walking down the mountain. "I don't want to be notified to collect your headless body next time I come here."

"Oh, why do you say that?"

Vanas's figure walked down the slippery and steep steps, raising a hand to leave Honso with a back view, "The thorns on the throne of Badab Tyrant will be decorated with fresh skulls harvested every year. Go quickly Well, don’t let the owner of this place wait too long.”

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After a while, the War Blacksmith found himself back in the audience hall in the palace, but this time he and Huron were the only ones in the throne room, and Huron's attendants were replaced by several officers.

Two of them were particularly alert to the body language expressed by this visitor. One of them had a striking ancient mechanical servo device and an equally super-standard conversion beam gun installed on his shoulder. Honsou's eyepiece focused on that piece of equipment. The ancient device is marked "Nebula Array: To be repaired". He is wearing finely crafted power armor, and a pair of venomous snake-like metal whips are coiled under this man's wrists. Like a living creature, he holds up the sharp whips towards Loneliness. The visitor crackled; the other's appearance was severely blurred by the power of the subspace. The things stored under the ceramite visor and power armor frequently communicated with the whispers of the subspace. Honsou's naked eyes and his medical goggles saw The outline of things has been completely different.

"Honso." Luft Huron spoke again. The war blacksmith bowed respectfully to the throne, but still did not kneel down on one knee. This made the warrior holding the ancient relic next to Huron snort coldly. , two metal whips flew towards the war blacksmith at two tricky angles from the ground with lightning speed.

"Ah ha. Neuralgia whiplash. Pretty ingenious for the conditions here... I mean, extremely impressive in terms of inflicting maximum pain almost seamlessly on the body, I guess your little pair Cuteness has produced many well-behaved and docile slaves.”

Huron watched the scene in front of him with great interest. The war blacksmith obviously did not intend to keep a low profile in this situation where there were no competitors. He reached out and grabbed the two sticks that theoretically would bring extreme consequences to his opponents as long as they came into contact. The metal whip that caused severe pain on the nerves was as light as grabbing two snakes by seven inches, and he began to make a lengthy analysis of its manufacturing process, material, mode of action, etc.

"Valserx, it seems you have met an opponent." The Red Pirate King turned to the dimensional blacksmith beside him and one of his most trusted lieutenants, Amenus Valserx.

He is the former Forge Master of the Star Claw, Master of the Forge, Huron's personal armorer, and the man who fled into the Maelstrom with his master's nearly cooked corpse after the Battle of Thorns; After that, Valserx worked hard for seven days with the battle pharmacists Galen and Valier, using bionic machinery and life support systems to rebuild Huron's melted and cooked half of the body as much as possible, and in the eighth Sky watched as his master recovered from death, and after the twelfth day Huron stood up again in his shattered armor, announcing that the Red Corsair would be born from the ruins of the Star Claw.

With such a resume, he is undoubtedly one of the few people in front of the Huron Seat who can have a dialogue with his master in a relatively trusting relationship.

So now Valserx is angrily trying to withdraw his long whip, but finds that this rude visitor has no intention of letting go. In this case, the master alchemist is not an easy character to deal with. His shoulders The super-power conversion beam gun fired like this.

As we all know, the working principle of the conversion beam can be simply explained as the directed energy beam of antimatter particles it emits will cause the annihilation effect of matter and antimatter in the target. And as a kind of beam energy, its power will become stronger as the target distance becomes farther, until the beam finally reaches outside its critical failure range, it will be launched smoothly through a dedicated plasma-powered reactor with sufficient energy. The base and long enough charging time open the atomic bonds to stimulate the energy stored in it, and the converted beam can penetrate and destroy living things, vehicles, or almost any substance.

To put it simply: a kind of Dark Age technology, which is difficult to build and has very little survival. Apart from the preparation time and energy, it has no shortcomings and is an anti-matter weapon that cannot destroy matter, so Hong Suo is now installing it at such a close distance. After receiving this blow safely, he should have exploded into a firework in front of the Black Heart Throne. As long as he still exists, there is no second possibility.

But nothing happened.

Hong Suo, who should have been blown up and incinerated by the ultra-high temperature energy brought by the annihilation of matter, including his armor, was still standing there, looking at the alchemist master's neural whip with a naked look that was very familiar to scientific researchers, and at the same time. Looking at his power armor - the ancient heritage device behind it.

"It really surprises me, sir. You have such a treasure here, and so many outstanding people."

Valserx raised his hands in shock, "This is impossible!!!" the Red Pirates' alchemist master shouted crazily. He was once known as the person who had the most understanding and talent for Astartes manufacturing technology, and still Chaos Astartes, one of the most genius loremasters alive, raised his hands, "This is impossible!!! This does not conform to any known facts! This does not conform to any known conclusions! Even in Asia This is impossible in space! This is impossible!”

"Nothing is impossible. Why don't you ask your companions?"

The silent wizard standing next to Huron made a choking sound at the same time, and a white-gold mist began to break out from every gap in his armor with almost an angry emotion. The surface layer is sprayed out, which is reminiscent of some kind of huge shellfish being placed on a steamer and steaming with steam. The wizard's hands are grabbing at his throat, howling on the ground, and rolling around without any mystery. The ceramic steel made a loud noise as it hit the exquisite parquet marble floor.

"Oh, that's a pity. It seems that the Lord I believe in doesn't like you very much. But it doesn't matter. As long as you stop peeking in time, the backlash will not be serious." He smacked his lips, as if a little Regretfully, he introduced, "After all, this is an anti-psionic field made for some kind of battlefield emergency rescue scenario. In order to avoid accidental injuries, it does not have an instant death effect."

Honso finally let go of the two neural whips with great mercy, "Lord Valsex, this product of yours is quite exquisite. Its working principle and effect remind me of the pain of Fabius Bayer." The walking sticks are made of different materials and structures, but ultimately have the same effect. I guess this is... some kind of design convergence between smart scholars? "

"Have you met Fabius Bayer?" The Black Heart King raised his mechanical right claw and stopped his chief alchemist and dimensional blacksmith from speaking.

"Well...Actually, I've seen more than just that." Valserx stopped at this time and began to pay attention to Honso's statement.

"Fabius Bayer, the former pharmacist of the Third Legion, the master of cloning, the ancestor of genes, one of the largest sellers of gene seeds and warriors in the galaxy. He is my maker, and I am his opponent. The engineering product of the Astartes gene experiment is not a secret in the Eye of Fear. Many people know it." Honso made a friendly gesture of spreading his hands, "Since I was born in his laboratory, I am. Is it no accident that I have met him or learned something from him? I am extremely good at dealing with Astartes' physical conditions, especially various battlefield injuries, including old injuries and overactive subspace energy."

"But you came as the war blacksmith of Medrungard, not as a pharmacist. Although we do lack such a pharmacist as you claimed." The Black Heart King pointed out that his pet Ha Madria now began to huddle up again, hiding behind the huge and sharp iron halo on Huron's backpack, secretly looking at Honso. "And you have also received the invitation to the Skull Harvest Feast. If you originally planned to use your medical skills to join me or find a job here, you cannot quit midway now. This will ruin this Feast and my rules.”

"My lord with piercing eyes, I cannot hide even half of my humble vision in front of you." Obviously the war blacksmith can be quite comfortable when he wants to make the other party happy. At least after saying this kind of words, Huron said The rate of suction and flow of pus between his ragged face and his bionic body showed that he was satisfied with Honso's title.

Honso turned to the master alchemist who was angrily lifting his colleague and glaring at him, "Of course, I will dedicate the champion's skull to you after winning the skull harvesting competition, but I just want you to know," he said, " As a reward for my victory, I would like to ask you for a position as a pharmacist next to you. I am eager to work with these talented experts around you to better take care of your health. I have seen the actual effects I have shown you in terms of subspace suppression.”

Badab Tyrant seemed to smile, but it was hard to tell because he had no lips, and his face was severely deformed due to burn contracture and rough cuts during treatment. "Although I have always thought that, as a pharmacist, "No one's strength can surpass that of my loyal old friend Valserx, but if you can really win the Skull Harvest Feast, I can promise you this opportunity."

"Your majesty and generosity and your curses and terror will be spread to every corner of the universe. My lord, please allow me to retire and prepare for my game."

Obviously, this flattering answer from the Red Pirate's war cry put the Blackheart King in a good mood, so Honso resigned again and left the New Thorn Palace along the way he came.

When the splendid and heavy carved bronze door of the throne room was gently closed by the slaves, Huron sat on his throne and did not move.

Then, the tyrant of Badab let out an earth-shaking painful cough from deep within his body, followed by gasps one after another, with the sound of thick phlegm and the hissing sound of pus in his lungs, "When will Galen landing?"

Then there was another series of earth-shattering coughs. Some dripping pus and blood got stuck in his overused throat. Newly necrotic tissue fragments adhered to the trachea and throat. Valsex hurried over and carefully worked on him. Temporary cleanup.

"The Lord of the Corpses has already set off from Hell Iris and landed on the tarmac three minutes later. He said before that he would arrive a little later this time because the mutation status of the new batch of gene seeds still exceeded expectations."

"Okay. Then let us wait for him to come. What do you think of this man who claims to be a disciple of Fabius? Valserx. His power seems to be very unusual."

"Master!" The master of the furnace and the master of alchemy issued a warning-like voice, "Your body, my lord, cannot be maintained by any messy wild pharmacist. Besides, I want Galen to hear this." I will be very unhappy with the news.”

"I know, old friend. But if he really has some new technology from the Clone Lord, maybe he can make up for some of the technical fragments we urgently lack." The Black Heart King turned to another attendant beside him, "My wizard, Soul Eater "What did you feel just now?"

"..." Garon Soul Eater, one of the most powerful wizards of the Red Pirates, was swaying in shock, "The one being protected, and his god... is very..." He swallowed, "Like It was the fusion of the four supreme gods with stronger feelings... How could he allow such a being to bless him? In theory, it is impossible for such a being to... produce such a 'protection' for human beings? interest!"

Huron and Valserx looked at each other.

"I'm looking forward to what kind of surprises the next game will bring me, old friend."