Warhammer Inquisitor

Chapter 618 Beast War: Analyzing the Beast Brain

The hatch of the escape cabin was opened, and the rotating hatch was closed aside. A hand reached out to pull out the person inside, but what greeted him was a head.

Cole held the green-skinned head in his hands. He looked at Vito who got out of the escape pod. He straightened his collar quite gracefully, and then took a step forward. Olaf and the others rolled out behind him. The demigods are piled together, lying on the ground with arms and legs stretched out.

"Lancelot, fuck you, get off me!"

Ragnar was face down, and the whole person stood upside down, and his face was not supported by Lancelot's hands. The latter and Olaf got up, and Ragnar wailed again during the process.

"It seems to be going well." Cole said, pulling his hand away from under the brains that had flowed out of the green skin's severed head.

"Indeed, we got the information and even blew up a greenskin boat."

"And the slave labor on the ship." "I told them to run away."

Omega walked over. He was wearing the red robe of a high-ranking priest of Mechanicum. Omega was promoted not long ago. It was a robe that was very different from the robes of ordinary priests. It was decorated with silver threads instead of the red robes of ordinary priests. Add black silk.

Now Omega is the chief technical priest of the fleet, and his mechanical legs are making crackling noises on the ground.

Cole said with his hands behind his back, Vito took a sip of his drink and nodded.

Olaf looked at Vito who was distracted and asked in surprise, and then glanced in that direction. Vito looked in the direction of the door and approached Cole.

"Omega, did you find anything? Or is this brain expired?"

"We haven't heard from Yeta's team yet."

Omega said, pointing to a number on the screen.

"Vito?"

Vito turned his head to look at the door, where he seemed to see a figure, with one hand retracted at the door, with a lock of long silver hair between the snow-white fingers.

Cole was a little surprised, but nodded anyway.

"Is this green skin from a mining planet?"

"Is there something wrong with Geller's position?"

"Don't the green skins also like that kind of thing, which is bigger than Kibba and makes as much noise as it walks?"

"I know, Olaf, that's why we got this head here, look at what's in this head, how helpful it can be."

"No, Vito, my brain is normal and checked."

"Yes, it's a little bug, but the engineer says it's nothing serious."

A group of people followed Omega through the corridor of the battleship to his research room. It was the same as when Omega left briefly to study on Mars, so everyone knew what to do.

"I took the whole head back and used it however I wanted."

Vito watched his robotic arm move flexibly behind him, like the tentacles of a school of octopuses, and raised his glass to him.

Olaf folded his arms and said.

"With all due respect, my lord, they have gone deep into the hinterland of the green skins for reconnaissance. This journey is very dangerous, and the possibility of failure is very high, even"

Vito stood aside, with an extra cup of drink in his hand from unknown sources, and a small umbrella stuck on it. He was wearing sunglasses and watching Omega busy in front of the terminal, and various programs were running. Those high and low screens were scrolling crazily.

Cole asked, resting his chin on his arms.

"You don't look worried at all."

"They were ordered to dig there, minerals, and then send them to Cole Weiss 8, where they will be processed and processed."

Omega said, and came to Vito, who shrugged and took a sip of the drink in his hand.

"Of course, otherwise? Think about it with common sense, what else could it be?"

"I'm not an octopus-like, flesh-and-blood creature, Vito, this is number one, and I did post something, this is, number two."

Vito looked at the brain and took a sip of his drink, then looked at Omega.

Numerous tubes were inserted, and the lobes of his brain were sliced ​​away by delicate little scalpels, which were sent to a series of surrounding machines for analysis.

"Indeed, with so many ores and labor, there is a high probability that something big will be built, and it is almost certain that it is the battle moon."

"The hippocampus is losing its activity. You didn't cryopreserve it."

"What kind of treatment?"

"Isn't that looking for a fight?"

"Are we going to have a look?"

As Vito said, he walked up to the head with a drink cup in his hand. He was wearing sunglasses that reflected the sparks of the cutting gun. The thing sliced ​​through the green skin's skull, exposing the brain inside.

"Yes, Lancelot, come here."

"There's no refrigerator there."

"Because I'm not really worried."

"I know."

"Yes, where did he come from, and I extracted some useful information from his brain."

"So what did you find? An octopus."

Vito held his chin and said thoughtfully.

"Should you change your voice, Omega, for example, ask the Battle Sisters to give you one?"

"Let them have a good overhaul."

"According to the memory of the cerebral cortex, the green leather foreman didn't know, but his superior, the orc boss on that planet, told him that this would be a very important thing."

"We, start extraction as soon as possible, before brain death."

Vito smiled and lowered his hand.

Omega raised his finger and waved it in front of the screen in front of him, and soon a section of parameters appeared on the screen. Vito wore sunglasses and looked at the screen. Of course, he couldn't understand it at all.

Omega walked to the terminal and activated the instrument after a few short clicks. After the surrounding screens lit up, the surrounding mechanical arms also lifted up. They approached the center of the room from the coaxial steering gear above. On top of a circular display table, Lancelot now placed the greenskin's head on it.

Omega spoke word by word in a mechanical voice.

Vito rested his chin and looked at the brain of the green skin beating under the mechanical device. Under the light, the thing looked like a meat leg accidentally left by the restaurant chef Ezio. Speaking of which, the green skin tasted delicious. What is the taste?
"Is it Cole Weiss No. 8?"

"No, Cole, there's no need, or rather, we don't need to go."

The green-skinned tongue was hanging out, and the eyes were sluggishly leaning there. The surrounding mechanical arms quickly fell down, and the sharp needle was pierced into the head by the flexible hose arm.

"Have you got the brain tissue sample?"

"Don't try to understand the green skin's brain, this is for you too, Omega, you won't become a crazy kid later, will you?"

"So? Will it work? Or should we go find another head?"

"Battle Moon."

Before Vito finished speaking, the mechanical arms in front of him stretched out, and there were monitors hanging in their palms, all of which were all kinds of things that no one except the Mechanicus could understand.

Vito patted the head next to him. The heavy head and the slap almost made Cole lose his grip and let the head fall to the ground.

"Someone can give us a hand."

And Omega came over to explain to Olaf, whose understanding of biology can only be described as endless, and Cole and his party.

After Vito said that, he walked over, leaving a few people behind and walked towards the door. Cole raised his eyebrows in confusion as he watched him.

said Lancelot, with his arms folded over his chest.

Ragnar asked, pointing to the head that had been opened.

"It's really hard for me to understand why they make things so big and so conspicuous."

Vito made a visibly disgusted expression and a wacky grin, and shrugged as he watched the spinning mechanical arm.

Omega stepped forward, stroking Greenskin's head with his iron fingers. It was a very gentle touch at first, until his mechanical arm came out from behind and pierced Greenskin's nose several times. It was almost drawn out, with a piece of viscous liquid.

"It's a pity that even the octopus's voice is not as good as yours."

Vito interjected suddenly, and he looked back at the frowning Cole, then shrugged.

"Why are you going?"

"Meet a friend."

Vito said, walking out of the gate, he stroked a slight trace of energy left on the gate, where there was a white hair, he picked it up, and then looked at the purple eyes that flashed in the distance, It suddenly disappeared around the corner of the corridor.

Vito smiled and held the hair in his hands, then followed.

(End of this chapter)