Hazy star field

Calisis Star Zone

Void Passage

Bachter Vought has served on the Iron Warrior flagship for far more years than the average mortal.

There are many who believe that Vought has actually become a real part of the battleship - because the captain really can't leave the command throne he has "grown".

As a result, he has experienced many incredible events like a living fossil, and even after the original predecessor Trident was killed or left, he still stands on the bridge, as faithfully piloting the Iron Blood as ever.

But in the last few days, he has received orders that have gone too far, so that maintenance servants must be stationed on the bridge to constantly replenish the captain's thinking module with new coolant.

The Primordial thought that their expedition was a covert special operation, so it needed to be disguised, yes, he could understand it, after all, the kind of superb technique that he had never heard of before could actually "fold" the Iron Blood into an ordinary retired moon-class barge without affecting its daily use, and this kind of miraculous power was really a miraculous skill that only the Primordial could achieve.

Therefore, the Iron Blood, now known as the Destiny Steel, is more acceptable to him than to "fold" into the moon, and he is happy to see the redecoration of the canteen and other utilities, after all, the morale and efficiency of the crew have been greatly improved. Uh, but is it necessary to get to the point where everyone's uniforms, power armor liveries, personnel records, and ship interiors have to be changed?

And what is this (beep-) of this? An anglican church in disguise?! Sooner or later, the Iron Lord will be spit out into the cosmic vacuum by the Iron Blood—the maintenance servant's monitoring light signal turns orange-red, and it raises its mechanical arm and begins to inject coolant into the Command Throne.

Obviously, the few Iron Warriors on the ship also thought the same, and now the entire Iron Blood is almost like a large real-life rapid response training ground, in addition to the church's interior often needs to be repaired, sensor monitoring shows that more than one guy wearing a newly painted power armor was almost reflexively shot in the head by his accomplices around the corner or in the elevator, which directly caused the new pharmacist's battlefield first aid experience level to rise visibly with the naked eye.

He even suspected that several of the incidents were a bit of a play on the topic.

Moreover...... THE CAPTAIN GROANED, GLANCING AT IRONBLOOD'S ONBOARD DATABASE OF THE SILVER SKULLS WARBAND.

Captain Vought, who was wise and thus lived a long life, shook his head slowly, deciding not to think about it so much.

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Hung Suo pushed the medical goggles aside, ended the course of the day's treatment for the old intrepid, and adjusted the amount of sedative to the maximum safe limit again.

He was very satisfied with his workmanship, although the other party's body was only a little bit left, he still tried his best to put the skin on the other party, and it looked much better.

The new pharmacist looked at the recruits who had just finished feigning meningeal implantation and were undergoing hypnosis training, the thirty sleeping pods in a neat row glowed with a glowing blue light, the contemplative made a soft buzzing sound, and the monitoring instruments showed that although there were some small fluctuations, they were harmless, and their bodies were well fused with the batch of organ seeds they had received from the original body.

He picked up the data board, wrote today's test report and sent it, and walked to the culture tank in the sterile medical room at the other end, and carefully checked the development of the next batch of pigment control balls to be implanted according to the introduction in "(DATA EXPUNGED): A Detailed Guide to How to Become an Elite Pharmacist" given to him by the original body.

Everything was working well, so the pharmacist put away the medical equipment on his wrist, picked up the scalpel blade next to the table, and carefully wiped it down.

Suddenly, he twisted his body with a dexterity that didn't match his size, and the Seiko twin bombs on his armarmor roared and spewed a storm of death at some ordinary corner, which seemed to be nothing—but the scalpel of the molecular blade hidden in the barrage cut through a thin corner of his clothes, and in an instant, sirens and warning lights came and went, and the Iron Guards poured in through the doorways and hidden passages—

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Emenuth moved silently under the disguise of his psionic powers.

Ever since seeing the strange tech priest in the Black Market Harbor, the wizard's attention has immediately shifted from these half-finished products to the other party.

The smell of secrecy and knowledge emanating from that mechanical priest was simply sweet and unbridled.

The wizard then followed the slave wagon halfway through the road, and easily reached the cargo dock of the Destiny Steel.

The seemingly lax guards were in fact unusually tight, which made Emenute even more sure that this was a worthwhile expedition.

Towards the end of the loading and unloading, the stalker waited patiently for an opportunity, and a mortal took a step forward curiously, blocking a certain sensor for a moment - the wizard silently slid through the gap in the cargo box, and the transcendent mind opened forward, like a tree stretching its branches, the young shoots at the tips swayed slightly in the wind of the ether, sensing other souls and ears and eyes, and the psionic light veil also hid the woman's form, causing the wizard's body muscles to twist to an abnormal degree, Before the sensors and mechanical guards could be triggered, they turned into a flash of lightning-like phantoms and flowed into the ship like cats through gaps that were impossible for ordinary people to enter.

Something is wrong with this ship.

After diving into the ship half a standard of terra from the hold, Emenut came to a conclusion with great certainty.

The ship was by no means a retired Moon-class conversion ship as it appeared on the surface, and although its interior was being renovated, it was clearly not because of damage, just now, Emenuth swore that he had seen at least two teams of heavily armed Astartes with the Fortstar soldiers walking by in a patrol line in the aether breeze.

The appearance of the Mechanical Priest could be barely explained by following the Merchant on an archaeological expedition, but the wizard had not heard of a recent Wanderer who was rich or powerful enough to assemble an entire army of well-armed Astarte and Fortstar Mechmen as patrols.

Emenute blinked, recalling the paint he saw, and finally extracted the knowledge called "Silver Skull" from the vast ocean of knowledge, but why did the sense of disobedience become stronger?

The mysterious, unknown joy led the woman down the passage, the light veil of ether encircling the wizard, so many anti-psionic fields and unfriendly alarms that she had to use all her skills to continue moving several times, but the intense protection only made the curiosity of the seeker burn even more, and the wizard silently recited the proverbs of the Esoteric Religion of Knowledge and fell into a cabin through the vent with the light movements of a cat.

As far as you can see, this is it!! How can new blood be made and perfected in this way...... The intruder's curiosity was satisfied, and the momentary pleasure almost made it impossible, but at the same time, the wizard's psionic instincts were frantically warning that it was time to leave.

The attack came so suddenly that before Emenut could cast his next spell, bullets, stasis weapons, and mechs came in from all directions.

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"So what the hell did we catch?"

Lamizane, or "Perturabo", frowned slightly, looking at the spoils of war that had been sent by the heirs.

The bridge of the beautiful woman's nose was punched by the Iron Warrior, or the freshly painted Second Company Commander of the Silver Skull, Soltarn, an old stonemason known for his composure, who had been a bit irritable lately.

This delicate face was shattered by the swollen and deformed bridge of the nose, and the blood from the nostrils was stained with reddish-brown sinuous marks, and there was no doubt that she needed a maxillofacial and nasal bridge bone repair. The woman was thrown to the ground, her arms pulled up roughly, her head tilted, her eyes closed and lifeless, she looked stunned, her delicate golden corolla slanted to the side of her black hair.

With a face of struggle and worry carved into the cliffs of Soltarn, he saluted his genetic father.

"My lord. We caught this pest rat while she was trying to find out the secrets of our recruit's surgery, and we should have executed this daring rat immediately, but this is your flagship, and only one person can decide her fate at this moment. That's why we sent her to you. ”

"I remember this woman, she was the one who wanted to buy those junk cubs before us." Perturabo sat in his cockpit and twinked his ears rather unpleasantly, "Throw her to Soltarn or Honso for interrogation, and then make her a maintenance servant." - Wait, I always felt like something was wrong with her psionic side readings. Tsk, this four-legged creature can't keep up with the wet piece calculations at all! He hated to stuff a series of analysis data into the data link to the ontology, "You hurry up and use my brain!" Otherwise, by the time I take them back, I'm afraid they'll all rust and stuck. ”

"Not really......" Lamizan muttered in the telepathy, "something is wrong. It can't be. ”

"What's wrong?"

“…… The results of the analysis say that the physical plane in front of us is all mortal human shape, and it is a female human being, and the psionic signals and codes are a ...... Astarte, psionic, yes, Astarte. ”

The Iron Warriors present were horrified to see the soldiers next to the original body suddenly act on their own, but they were immediately slapped with data streams and code and shut down.

"It must have something to do with this goddamn spy! Father! Please allow us to interrogate her and read her memories! Ahalim shouted angrily, placing his hand on the handle of his battle dagger.

"Rest easy, Ahalim." His Genetic Father replied, and then spat out an earth-shattering sentence, "This woman is a Thousand Sons Supreme Sorcerer. ”

It's over, even Hong Suo has to start thinking like this, his father may really be crazy.