Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 424 You Don't Deserve the Honor of Being Killed by the Primarch Himself (4-in-3 K)

The faint singing voice continued to linger in this strange, dilapidated and decayed place.

The melody of the ballad that was just hummed turned into a mourning song that came from farther away, yet seemed to be right in everyone's ears.

But no matter who the singers are, they are wandering and hesitating, and in their careers where they always give riddles to others, they rarely feel the unsolvable puzzles in front of them.

This has kept them from showing up and taking any action, because the script has not been changed in the usual sense - to the extent that it can be corrected by their efforts.

It was the first time in centuries that someone had unreasonably overturned an entire script—and the table it was on.

But showing such unconfident doubts in front of the mon-keighs was certainly not what a dignified troupe member should do, so they chose to wait and see.

Although they were given the script to guide the Feathered King, and he has now been killed here, this is not the result of their fearlessness or cowardice.

Because the Feather King would always be resurrected from a new body again and again...

Of course, no one in the Iron Hands team cares about the complex and contradictory thoughts of these hidden guests.

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"Well……"

The tall silver figure with a golden bird on its shoulder is now standing in front of a pile of red and white [Self-Regulation] debris that is so fragmented that it appears pink from a distance.

The Iron Hands officers surrounded him, and Malkan looked at Lavus with his one remaining eye with some reproach - the latter's two-handed power sword was still covered with filthy biomass, and his black power armor also had a layer of red reflections of the liquid splashed on it. These reflections squirmed, then merged and flowed along the gaps in his power armor, and then dripped onto the ground, forming small puddles of deep rose-colored water.

Fabius's blood, which was sticky and smelly, and had a strong smell of chemical synthetic agents, was slowly oozing out from the pile of residues and flowing through the soles of his feet, which made the cleanliness-loving Fearless Phoenix slightly move its feet away in disgust - this small action made a certain Iron Father hesitate to speak, but after exchanging opinions hundreds of times in the form of ultra-high-speed thinking discussions within the Iron Hands' internal communication network, they calmed down.

- After all, they all smelled a lot of painkillers, stimulants, flesh-repairing potions and antiviral drugs in these liquids. Although they couldn't distinguish the specific types of many drugs, some basic ingredients could still be analyzed out - and the "large amount" of some of these drugs meant that the blood drug concentration obviously exceeded the recommended dose - specifically the recommended dose for Astartes - ten times or even dozens of times.

The Iron Hands' furnace was modified to be used exclusively for ultra-high-speed Siji communications.

+Disclaimer: This Fabius smells just like the scum of the Third Legion we defeated, only worse.+
+Agreed. I am amazed at how he managed to maintain a relatively intact appearance, clean appearance, stand upright, and speak clearly with this level of drug abuse? Perhaps it is necessary to collect some samples for analysis by the pharmacist brothers. +
+Disagree. The level of subspace contamination in his body has reached an extremely dangerous concentration, and we currently do not have a container with a sufficient level of hazardous protection to ensure that it does not escape during transportation. +
+Agree.+
+Agree.+
+Agree. +
+Agreed. So how do we deal with this place? And, after we return, we will also need to do a comprehensive standard subspace energy purification and biological cleaning. +
+Agreed. Regarding the second point, the automatic beacon has been input: we have started the 500-second countdown before returning to the Clan Hall, and will open the signal to notify the transport room to increase the subspace and biological protection level. +
+Agree. +
+Agreed. The standard procedure from here on is to summon the Clan Hall for three or more salvos and use the Auspex array to confirm life signals, or overload... etc. +
+Ah.+
+The ship's reactor overload sequence had already been activated before he arrived here, and was in the process of delaying. +
+A mean and selfish guy, which fits my impression of a betrayer. +
+Overload program reverse cracking calculation begins access. +
+Also tell your father as soon as possible. +
+The above matters have been completed. +
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After receiving the signal from the Iron Fathers, the Rakuan Clan Hall, a huge and proud flying fortress that has now regained its youthful vitality, quickly arrived from the back of the asteroid where it was originally hidden.

More members of the Iron Hands Chapter were sent to the Vesalius, including several very agile Iron Hands Dreadnoughts.

They were well-stocked, powerful, and determined. Their power-gear axes hacked through the walls and doors of the filthy cabins, and used flamethrowers and storm bombs to clean up the power decks and lower decks that were in ruins but still able to perform their duties thanks to the careful service of the machine-worshipping mutant tribes.

In particular, the ecological conditions of humans and mutants near the "Meat Market", "Kennel" and "Big Meat Tank" deep in the lower deck obviously angered more than one Iron Hand.

The sound of huge bombardment that exceeded the necessary limit was incessant, so much so that Ferus deliberately asked about the advancement and cleanup of the lower level, and paused for a moment to look at the images sent back by his descendants.

He then told them that they could apply to equip two more Eradicator teams, and he approved it.

Fulgrim Ishtar's angry curse immediately drew His Highness Ferrus Chuchu's attention back to where they were.

Now they stood in the Apothecary's laboratory where they had just cut down a group of Chaos Apothecaries and Gland Hounds.

The corpses and prisoners had been dragged away cleanly and neatly, and only bloodstains, bullet holes and armor fragments could indicate the fierce battle scene at that time, which was like a storm of swords.

All the secret doors had been fully opened, and an entire wall of transparent glass culture tanks covered by a layer of movable armor was exposed in front of them.

The first Iron Hands warrior to discover this place had been ordered by Fulgrim Ishtar in the name of Ferrus, forcing him to be accompanied by Malkan for a period of time to provide psychological counseling.

The other Iron Hand warriors then received new orders that they were not allowed to enter any discovered pharmacist laboratories. Once similar facilities were discovered, they had to be sealed immediately and then wait for the Primarch to come and inspect them in person.

- After all, a whole wall of transparent culture tanks with Ferrus Manus of various ages and completeness floating up and down in the preservation fluid was indeed too inappropriate to be seen by any inheritor of the Tenth Legion's bloodline.

"I really think there is something very perverted and disgusting about his behavior."

Fulgrim Ishtar's brows were tightly knitted together as the golden Garuda flew up and answered his dear friend in their shared data loop.

"It's more likely that he lost most of the genetic cloning material related to our other brothers. Look at the log I found, my friend. It is well hidden, but also obvious. It took me a little effort to decipher it."

"What?" Fulgrim walked over. A main thinker panel in front of him was flashing. After some fragmented deformation and noise, the picture gathered together into a readable text state.

"It looks like a lab log or some kind of apothecary's journal." "Fabius's, I think. There should be something useful in it."

"As much as I dislike reading the works of any degenerate traitor, you are right, my friend."

The Fearless Phoenix stretched out its silver fingers and deftly operated the Thinker without any instruction, extracting more complete sentences and log records from it.

Fabius's diary appears to be very colloquial. Apparently, the chief pharmacist has a good habit of recording and converting his work into text, and he still keeps it to this day.

...What year is today in the thirty-sixth millennium? Perhaps the third hundred, or the fifth hundred... It doesn't matter. Living in the Eye of Terror or its tides requires one to get used to the fact that time does not pass at the same speed for everyone. Demanding a normal chronological order will most likely lead to a crazy result. Moreover, after I made the "key", we often rely on abandoned "doors" to travel through the subspace or even stay in them...

…So more important than figuring out the time is that it’s been 144 standard hours since the twin guided differentiation experiment started again…

...The planned project of using the culture chamber instead of natural reproduction to produce the third generation of mutagenic twins was successful. Now I can produce twins with the same organs but different genders, which are derived from the same cell and implanted in the same organ... Although I don't quite understand the principles of these strange processes that cause cell division... But sooner or later I will crack them...

...I named the two twin hounds that recently left the cabin. Their efficiency and specialization showed good search ability. Today they tried to track down my "surgeon" according to my order...Oh...It always does this recently, running away like a disobedient cat...I don't know where it went, but the hounds obviously found it...

...it came back again, when Horrager completed my transplant surgery and resurrected me...oh...the feeling of my spinal cavity and neural interface being tightened and supported by it again is so familiar...

...Perhaps it would be wise to perform a vivisection on it, and if it develops a brain-like organ, it could be removed to prevent further corruption or other mutations... But would I really want to do that? I'm curious about what it will become... And... It's never been so useful... There has never been a surgical assistant as considerate, useful, and without the worry of betrayal as it is...

Seeing this, readers paused reading the logs in disgust.

"What do you think, old friend?"

"The work record of a mad scientist who thinks he is very important. He has... well, he apparently doesn't even realize it... angel investors. (- This word is so appropriate, where did you learn it from? - From the Iron Blood database. - Oh.) And, time, Fulgrim, time."

"We are now, without a doubt, at the end of the 41st millennium."

"It is certain. Neither we nor the Lakuan Clan Hall have ever entered the Eye of Terror, so obviously, according to the previous log description, their time was affected by the Eye of Terror's subspace, and may also have been affected by the alien subspace tunnel. There are too many possible influencing factors."

Golden Garuda hesitated for a moment, "...In fact, it is not impossible to encounter a warship from another time. I have encountered one myself once." He recalled what he saw at that time, and the appearance of his descendants now, and sighed rarely. "But unfortunately, I was so confident at that time. I didn't believe what I saw, and I didn't expect what happened later."

"No one can believe that something will happen before it actually happens. My friend, trusting your brother is not wrong or a bad thing. This is not your problem. Don't completely abandon the possibility of love and trust because of a bad thing that happened."

"You are right," Garuda's tone became more emotional, "Besides, there is obviously one item that is very important to us at the moment. Resurrection, he mentioned his own resurrection surgery."

"Indeed, this word concerns me a lot. Then we should see who he is referring to and whether there is enough mass left in this person for us to find some useful information."

After continuing the restoration and checking the records for a while, they found relevant records of the person corresponding to this name.

"Death Guard Pharmacist... I must say this result is beyond my expectation. I thought the worst case was just that stumped war dog - how did he stay calm? There are more and more strange phenomena on this ship..."

Then Fulgrim Ishtar paused when he spoke here.

"wrong."

"What happened, my friend?"

"Ge...Garuda, remember that flesh-and-blood creature that looked like a female human and insidiously shot alien crystal darts at us from behind while we were busy dealing with the two difficult women in front?"

"Remember, fortunately our metal shell and protection are in place, as well as additional resistance, otherwise that kind of soul poison would probably knock down any flesh and blood body, so I guided the crystal fragment and 'returned' it to her. It's her own fault, she deserves it."

"That's true. But you see, she or her body isn't there, there's no residue, but there are very shallow, covered-up drag marks - so someone may have come quietly and taken her."

"It's possible that just one or a few hungry and ignorant mutants dragged away the body. But don't worry, old friend, once we have finished searching and left this place, we will destroy this ship completely. All the evil that has been caused by it as a base will come to an end. It will be over."

"No, no." Fulgrim whispered softly from within the silver heart of Ferrus.

He raised the metal hand of Ferrus Manus, and the huge silver palm pressed against the heart of the Phoenix itself in Fulgrim's amniotic fluid chamber.

"After noticing this, my heart beat fast and my heart began to throb. Gorgon, there must be something here, this thing that took away her body, I think it is very important to me. It must be very important."

"In that case, let me find it for you."

Ferrus Manus replied calmly in his mechanical shell, and then connected the eyepieces and communication beads of all the descendants.

(End of this chapter)