Warhammer: Start with a dog

Chapter 499 Someone is coming from afar-

Inquisitor Sibia Monsrat was trained in the Inquisition Fortress on Tarasa.

Before accepting her new position and being assigned to the Indomitable, she was the third seat of the Inquisition on Tarasa. Therefore, her mind and soul have a certain toughness, which makes her more difficult to deal with than others. This is certain, but he cannot abruptly erase her existence from the experimental large group of contemplators he collected from the wreckage collected after the battle of Outer Escali.

Although she is not a member of the Indomitable command team and their brothers, Hong Suo can know from the observation data that because she and Oranto resisted to the end, they have a deep impression of each other. Isolating her will affect the stability of other experimental subjects.

Perhaps the Unliving Ones that have been tempting him with a salivating tone in his ear really have a way to achieve the extreme that humans cannot do as it claims. Well, judging from Huron’s situation, maybe they do have their own way to bypass some common sense obstacles.

However, the master of potions was deeply influenced by his father and he was fortunate to be invited to chat 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 Unborn always follow the iron law of the Iron Warriors: they or they or they are just some tools, some are handy, some are biting, but people cannot trust talking tools, let alone regard tools as their saviors.

Therefore, how to deal with Sibia and the reaction of the department behind her has become the biggest variable in Hong Suo's hands now-the Astartes Adeptus and the Imperial Navy are easy for him to deal with, and he is confident that he can imitate the State Church, but the nature of the Inquisition itself determines that no matter which side of the Astartes, there is little chance to deal with them alive, and even less understanding of their operating habits and some agreed codes.

If he wanted to study the rarer Iverson assassin who was singled out for attack without extra protection and without the need to risk stealing one from the Iverson Temple, he would have to scare 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 she had legitimately lost contact with the Inquisition due to various accidental factors.

Honso had always believed that brainwashing was an extremely delicate art that required patience, meticulousness and care. The human brain, or the brain of any creature, had unique properties and was believed to be clearly strongly related to the birth and existence of the "soul".

Although the connection between them was so mysterious and profound that no living person could say that he understood or could reveal the essence and secrets of it, the knowledge, information and data that Honso could obtain, as well as his innate intuition, came from the Apothecary Association, the Iron Warriors, the Imperial Fists and himself. Perhaps Fabius Bile had originally expected to obtain a more powerful and superior species than the existing Space Marines when he created him - who knows?

But Honso did survive, and waited for his real chance. Now is the time for him to prove himself again. The brain of an Inquisitor is a rare sample, and even in his power armor database, it is not mentioned much, mainly because it is usually difficult to catch an active Inquisitor that is well preserved like this.

"Well, let's see what kind of little surprises we can get by properly guiding your lady's thoughts..."

The master of medicine began to input his brainwashing program into these parallel tanks, and then, with Yumka's wild laughter, the entire Indomitable began to move, rotating her ion protection field that flashed red when she came into contact with the warp, like a rotating flamenco skirt, as if there were tugboats and navigators in front of her, and began to sail in a certain direction.

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Adalic Vannus met Kadaras Grendel in the corridor of the Indomitable.

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 definitely not dare to recognize him.

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

Grendel did not wear a helmet, and his thick and wide chin was now smooth as if he had just shaved his beard, and a light blue color extended from his temples to his chin.

There were still some traces of damage on his power armor, but the polished ointment made them look more like a memorial that was deliberately preserved, because when the chief of arms with a pile of data tablets and parchments under his arms came to him, the Raven Guard swore that he definitely smelled the sacred lubricant and ointment that the Ultramarines loved to use to maintain their weapons.

——This is really terrible!!! Blurring the characteristics shaped by all genetic bloodlines, making the boundaries between legion warriors indistinguishable, look at what good things you have done! Honso!!! You will definitely be swallowed up by your own ambitions and desires for this!!

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 when his face was expressionless and his inner emotions changed drastically, Grendel walked up to him and looked him up and down.

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

"Hmm - nothing." The Iron Warrior muttered, "But I think you should fill out an application form and go to the armory to receive the refurbishment of the power armor. Honso just asked me to transfer the armory's maintenance servitor to Hess. Techmarine Tian's got his brains together, and now you can do any repairs that aren't too complex. Your paint plating is all damaged, and your jetpack sounds like it's in pretty bad shape, Vanus."

The Shadow Master looked so stunned that he lost all social graces he had learned that he did not reply to this friendly and sensible suggestion, and then he discovered something else.

"Grendel...?"

"How." The Iron Warrior who walked by him was pulling out the data pad and connecting his communication beads. Vannas heard that he was making a friendly agreement with Sergeant Olanto on the other side who thought he was still walking in the Star Fortress. Let’s go to the gladiator cage next time to spend time fighting each other.

"Are you..."

"Yes, I have grown taller." Kadaras frowned, and the emergency lights inside the Star Fortress shone on his face. Vanus saw the discipline of the Ultramarines that could sometimes be called a little pedantic. The effect of being placed in the mind of the Iron Warrior, a beast that once turned into the God of War.

If the previous Grendel was a man who was capable of fighting but had no energy left to think about other things and whose spirit was poisoned by killing, he was destined to be a watchdog or hunting dog for a certain master or lord, then now Grendel He is undoubtedly a very good adjutant candidate, enough to take over the command at any time when the chief officer is unable to command.

"Do you also want to grow taller?" He looked at the Shadow Master up and down, and suddenly grinned. The soul of the once passionate and brutal killer came back for a second, "You can apply to our Potion Master. , But you are not short to begin with, Vannas, if you have strong muscles, according to my assessment, it may not be conducive to your flying. "

"So, you remember, or you know what Honso did to you? Then how can you..."

"My mind has never been so logical." Grendel's face became serious. "My memories are the same. Now they are like an arranged library in my mind. I can even remember when I All kinds of things when I was still serving the Corpse Emperor in Berossus’ Dalian Company.”

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

Vanus wisely did not ask Grendel about the details of these ancient anecdotes. After all, he is still nominally the servant of the Prince of Darkness. "Then you don't hate Honso anymore?"

"I hated him, and I still think Honsou was a bastard and a scourge," Grendel replied, "and he caused me to have disgusting blood in my veins."

He put the data pad away and faced Vanus, "But he put enough rationality into my mind to make me consider and weigh whether to pursue a temporary speed or to prioritize the victory goal dedicated to the Primarch. I concluded that while I should kill him, he was undoubtedly the only one capable of accomplishing his goal and taking us back, so until then, I would fulfill his orders, which is not the same as me hating him enough to want to kill him. conflict."

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

"It's really not easy for you to understand." The Iron Warrior said, "Have you ever seen the Butcher's Nail, Vanus, the thing on Uruvent's head?"

"Yes, what does this have to do with what we are talking about?"

"If you don't understand, you can simply think that Honso tried to use the Ultramarines template to install something in my skull that had the opposite effect."

The Armed Forces Commander seemed ready to leave, but he was still mumbling, "He really... perfectly inherited Soraka the Glory's curiosity about biological research and the boldness of his other half. From this point of view, He himself may be the first of our kind."

Before he left, he even remembered to push an armory application form filled out for him into Vannes's hand.

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

Honso... after capturing the Star Fortress, he didn't immediately flee back to the Maelstrom with the loot to avoid the pursuit that was sure to come, so what on earth was he planning to do?

Vannas frowned tightly.

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In the east of the galaxy stands a legendary world, whose records were lost ten thousand years ago and still shine brightly, except for the likes of Terra, Armageddon, Cadia, Fenris or Catachan, known for their Unlike worlds that are famous for being sacred, unique or sinister, their brilliance in the galaxy is due to 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 is the home planet of the Ultramarines. For 10,000 years, Macragge has been standing as one of the greatest fortresses of mankind in the far east of the galaxy. 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. Among them, the famous star systems and worlds include 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 good education and training since childhood.

All of these have turned these worlds into miraculous paradises that amaze countless visitors. Whether it is a hive world, a forge world or an agricultural world, they are all places where most people in the galaxy can dream of living all their lives.

Every day, new pilgrim ships loaded with passengers come from all over the world. Hundreds or even thousands of routes have the same final destination: 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 is 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.

There are so many pilgrims that many people will wander in the square at the foot of the fortress for a long time, and the prosperous business of the local residents has begun.

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

Stable and high-quality fruits and vegetables are purchased by residents, and large quantities of goods ordered by astropaths or other psychics and nobles are delivered in boxes behind the shops.

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

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

The pale but always kind owner 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."