Calisis Star Zone

- 108% of the procurement progress

Destiny Steel (Iron Blood)

Pharmacist's workshop

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"You spared that shitty, savage, greedy, stupid, damned mortal like that! Gifts! How can you still say such a thing as a giveaway! ”

"This profiteer sells things short of two catties, don't say fake one to pay three, isn't it natural to lose twice, don't you pay attention to cost performance at this time? This purchase is great value for money, do you know how to shop? - And I'm sure it's more painful than killing him, trust me. ”

When Hun Suo received the summons and hurried back to his brand new workshop, he saw the original body, the iron ring, and dozens of neat cargo boxes beside them.

His original body had been stripped of his red mechanical robe, and he was standing there in civilian clothes.

In Honso's opinion, the outfit of "Peturabo" may have originated from his home planet, which he had never seen.

Dense black bio-data cables replaced the original body's hair, tied into a bunch at the back of the head, many gold and silver interfaces seemed to be some kind of novel hair accessory, the small electricity of lake blue was hidden underneath, and the mysterious mechanical glimmer shimmered in small pieces, and the special hallucinatory camouflage made the original body look a little smaller than before, about a head and a half taller than ordinary Astarte.

Perturabo's muscular body was wrapped in a multi-layered composite fabric robe and a silver-scaled shawl, which was joined by a skull mask pin with a crown on the back of his head.

The palm-wide belt was adorned with an alloy skull mask and several small static standers, as well as a relic pistol, a gravity hammer, and bits and pieces of weapons or tools that he could not name.

It's old and new, and it's unexpectedly in line with Honso's aesthetic.

Aesthetics, he thought to himself, is another word that has been fished out from the depths of his memory.

In fact, it was different from what he had heard and thought it would happen (though everything from Dassadra to Ahalim seemed like a great enemy). Life aboard the Iron Blood was a comfortable and easy (?) experience he had never experienced before. ), the Lord of Iron - the original body - the father is also erudite and kind (?) ）。

His power armor, weapons, and equipment backpacks are now maintained in optimal condition every day, and the officer's cafeteria is able to provide food and drink whenever he goes, hot or cold, and tastes delicious in the Eye of Fear's food rankings.

When Hung Suo first found out about this, he sat in the cafeteria (while being extremely vigilant) and ate eight head-sized barbecue steaks and nine bowls of amino-based cereal porridge with enough elemental ceramic steel salts, and hiccuped for six packets of suckable triglyceride gel - it was still chilled apple and peach! By his fist, this is the best and most nutritious food he has ever eaten. He unconsciously and sincerely shouted praises to the Iron King!

The gladiatorial cage and training room on the Iron Blood were clearly of a genius design, sturdy, safe and spacious, unlike anything he'd seen before, even the broken crunched stowage stowed places were always neat and tidy - unlike the Empire he'd seen before, he thought about it, more ...... More elegant, bright, orderly.

After his appointment, he was assigned a suite for pharmacists, with a laboratory room, an operating table, a culture room, and so on, and a painting of the original still hung in his personal bedroom, one different for each Guard soldier (although the veterans could barely hide the worry on their faces when they received it), and Hun Suo liked the painting of the huge, brightly lit floating fortress with the Milky Way in the background, which had a grand, heavy and intimate aesthetic.

After walking the road to the primordial summon and making sure that there was no one else nearby, Hong Suo had touched his abdomen through the power armor, and in addition to the muscles in better condition, there was an extra layer of fat on top of it that was very inconspicuous - he found that although he was confident that he could fight his way through the sky among his deceitful and deadly accomplices, demons, and chaos warbands, he might still prefer the current atmosphere.

Thinking of the worries of others recently, he shrugged his shoulders and lived well, so what did which chaos power have to do with him?

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His mind wandered for less than a moment, and after passing through several nearby security scans, Hun Suo arrived at the meeting point.

"Praise be to you, my lord."

The original body was waiting for him, and the stars around him were guarding a team of iron rings like the moon, and one of them seemed a little excited, although the machine soldier was theoretically not emotional, but Hong Suo just felt that it was very excited.

At this time, "Perturabo's" face turned, and Hunsso noticed that the skin color and eyes of his genetic father were more like a "living human" than before, inexplicably, like a ray of sunlight seeping into the black jungle, and his heart, which had been soaked in intrigue and violence since birth, also shared a rare glimmer of joy.

"Ah, here you are." An object was tossed, and Honso instinctively defended it, then caught the tool before it fell to the ground.

This is a power shears that fit the size of Astarte, "Here, open one by one, be careful, and then your new training material...... No, the new brothers look very uneasy. ”

It's more than uneasiness.

Hong Suo thought to himself, the fresh smell of this group of little rats with the stench of empire mixed with high mental tension, fear and other emotions could be smelled by any veteran from ten kilometers away.

He sniffled, the smell of fear in the half-finished product was much more pronounced than that of the full Astarte, and in fact, the concentration of the mixed odor factor had increased by forty-fifty percent, which was not surprising, but could be recorded as a new conclusive data. But why is there a strange smell of animals? Has this box been used for anything else before?

He sliced through the restraint straps neatly and pulled a recruit out of it.

The other man's eyes lit up when he saw his white apothecary, and when he saw his warband insignia, he yelled to rush up and fight him, and was mercilessly slapped to the ground by the new apothecary, and then kicked into the next compartment.

The bold Julius, as the initial speaker, was allowed to gather his companions.

Thirty scarred, hungry and cold survivors stood in a corner of the work cubicle, forming a defensive formation, vigilantly watching the two strange Space Marines (?) who were too suspicious (?). Every move.

Lamizan stretched out her hands and straightened up to give them a better view of their figure, and although they noticed his height after being thrown into the cubicle, the low inhalation continued to come and go, and many wary, nervous, and unbelievable eyes moved back and forth between Hongso and him.

"Hmm...... I don't want to talk too much nonsense. He groaned for a moment, and the strange hoop soldier next to him made a strange movement, and Hong Suo couldn't help but look at it again.

"AS YOU HAVE SEEN, NO MATTER WHICH WARBAND YOU HAVE BELONGED TO BEFORE, YOU ARE NOW PART OF OUR SILVERY SKULL (HONSO'S EXPRESSION TWISTED SLIGHTLY). Maybe when you become new blood, I'll be interested in learning about your past. This is Honso," he gestured to the warrior next to him wearing the brand-new Apothecary Power Armor and Medical Backpack, "our new Apothecary, and your mission is to cooperate with him in examination, treatment, and all the remaining modification operations here until you are assigned to the Tenth Company." He savored the mood changes on people's faces with satisfaction, "The meal time is nine, fifteen and twenty-one, you must abide by the rules of action, if you violate the rules, you will be taken away and made into a servant, as for escaping, it is not recommended that you try to escape." That's it. ”

He glanced at Hungso, who immediately understood what he meant, pressed a button, and a row of shower heads protruded from the top of the cubicle, and began to sprinkle detergent and hot water on the crowd.

"Wait a minute, Elder, our Elder, where did you take the Elder?!" A voice came through the alloy fence and the thick vapor, and then a wet golden-haired head came out, and it was Julius again, and the others seemed to acquiesce to his leadership, ah, funny, funny lad.

"Damn funny again! How many funny ones did you say today?! Have you been brain-hacked by that blue mollusk?! Perturabo roared in frustration in the telepathic communication and angrily pounded the locked console.

"On the contrary, I think we're getting better," replied Lamizane, who subconsciously rubbed his chin, "but if I'm not mistaken, we can't wake this old man up now." ”

Hun Suo had already removed the unconscious veteran from his mangled iron coffin and performed the necessary cleaning and medication, and his injuries were much worse than expected, but the new pharmacist was in good spirits, and he studied all his new equipment and tools overnight, and quickly became proficient in using them.

The pharmacist pointed to an amniotic fluid medical pod in the center, adjusting the bulkhead to be transparent, revealing the remains of the veteran suspended in it, "Your elders are here, boy, and you can't speak to the battle leader like this. ”

Peturabo took the time to comment while instilling his mind on Ramizane's magic voice, "It's good to be flexible. ”

On the other side, Lamizan is cajoling - well, although there are some discrepancies, but Peturabo believes that he is making up a story to coax Julius, who still does not know much about the reality of the universe, to convince the recruits that they have finally been bought back by a mechanical priest who has a relationship with the warband, and that they will have to face a ship that has just returned from the edge of the wilderness, and they will not face the great enemy of the Empire, but the battle brothers who have not been in the territory of the Empire for many years so they are a little ill-informed and have relatively retro equipment, This relaxes the nerves of many exhausted people slightly.

Weak mortals do more than that. Perturabo scoffed, scoffing, as he listened, and began to check the genetic seed inventory, the brainwashing program would do everything when the hypnosis training began.

Lamizan is taking advantage of the victory, "...... Your elder has survived, but his health still doesn't allow him to be put into the war machine right away, and this medical amniotic tank is located here, and everyone can see that we are trying to treat him, without the slightest bit of chaos pollution...... Even if you still need to go on an expedition, why not join us? This is better for ...... He serves. ”

Eventually, the recruits, who had waited so long for the elder to wake up, began to argue fiercely, and Julius agreed with Lamizan's suggestion that "he could recuperate and heal his wounds here for the time being."

After all, first of all, the right window of time for makeover surgery is precious, and since they left their home planet, they have not received the food supplements, medical examinations, hypnosis, and medication they deserve for a long time, and many people are in very poor condition.

"We are all the currency of the emperor, our value remains unrealized, and our history should not be forgotten. Whatever you think," his azure eyes burned with a raging fire, "I think the first thing is for us and the elders to live. ”

Hong Suo felt that this kid had a great appetite for him, and decided to be the first to practice with him.

After feeding the cubs with rich stew, amino cereal, and plenty of vitamin potions and rushing into their new dorm room to rest, "Perturabo" turned around and stared at Hongso with cold eyes, "You know what to do next, right?" ”

War Blacksmith - Apothecary Hong Suo grinned, the sneer on his face that was eternally frozen by the scar seemed so sincere.

"Of course, my lord, as you wish."