Destiny Steel

The side of the bottom line

Pharmacist's suite

The Iron Lord, the apothecary of the "Silver Skull" warband leader, Hong Suo, was sitting at his desk in his private room sorting out the data.

In accordance with the Warband's latest rules regarding lockdown, he was not allowed to leave his personal bedroom, go to the operating room or workshop, and must fast.

To be honest, fasting wasn't a big deal, but he did have a little, just a little, missing the new variety of Rereca coffee that the Father of Genes had recently developed, doubling down and pouring extremely fine low-temperature synthetic milk brew.

The pharmacist's internal and external communication channels were also cut off, so after he finished sorting out the data on the last topic, "how to make gene seeds divide at a high speed and reduce the information loss rate", for the first time in his life, he began to feel indescribable, idle, empty and relaxed.

This prompted the former war blacksmith, who had been fighting all his life, to unconsciously collapse in his chair as if he was on the bridge, and began to ponder some additional trivial matters.

To be honest, he didn't expect to be able to leave the original office with all his beards and tails.

After all, even the lowliest servants of the Warbands in Medlengard knew who the Iron King's greatest hatred was targeted, not to mention that he had used the Iron Lord's laboratory to cultivate such a pure Imperial Fist.

Although his attitude towards the original body at the time was very - well- bold and straightforward, there was also a part of Hun Suo who sincerely thought that the best ending for him at that time might be to be like Belossos, being punched into the wall, and then going straight to the dreadnought sarcophagus if he was lucky.

In the worst case, it's hard to say that the molecular cracking cannon will shoot at close range to see which of his cells being smashed alive into molecules or being dismantled into eight pieces into hellbeasts will die a little worse, maybe hellbeasts.

So there is only one truth.

He moved his butt in his chair, and the new lumbar pillow that Parogov had sewn from synthetic lambskin scraps and given him was fitting...... This kid sews human skin—no, the understanding of sewing wounds is really blue......

Hong Suo's mind drifted for a few seconds, hoping that the old things that had "little accidents" there every day wouldn't make a mess that his well-behaved junior apprentice couldn't clean up, so he had to pinch his nose and start maintaining multiple dreadnoughts......

Speaking of which, why did Elder Kadomo Fearless, never need a pharmacist to change the nutrient solution and artificial amniotic fluid for him?

Ah, thinking far, so there is only one truth!

The apothecary thought proudly, what the conspiracy of the Prince of Darkness, what the corruption of the crystal labyrinth, those old things couldn't guess, in my opinion, the blessing of the original body must be ......

Outside the gate, the roar of the Ringman's storm cannon shells and the action of Hun Suo tumbling over and grabbing his weapon took place at about the same time.

It took only 0.001 seconds for the lazy and leisurely gossip researcher to disappear, and the bloodthirsty and cold gaze reappeared in the eyes of the war blacksmith.

He raised his weapon, watching warily at the door of the chamber emitting gunsmoke and molten iron juice, and the appearance of some subspace entity accompanied by ominous blood stains and greasy corpse oil vapors.

"Very welcoming, but I don't remember having invited guests. Who are you? ”

The monster, the massive lifeless entrenched in the ripe corpse of the Iron Warrior, stared at the Chaos Astarte in front of him with its sickly yellow eyes.

From the meticulously groomed silver-edged white armor to the brand-new Seiko power axe in Hong Suo's hand, and finally glaring resentfully at Hong Suo's very good-looking and vigilant face, a blood-colored roar emanating from its tattered throat—

"Found ......! Hung Suo ......! Honso of Calangour! Lord of the Bottomless Cavern! No! It shouldn't be this way! You have to! You have to complete ......! The Children of Destiny have been there since the beginning! You have to let him be born! ”

The Apothecary Master frowned.

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Passing through the last of the incantation-engraved alloy airtight doors, Ramizane and Perturabo finally saw the Apothecary's Suite.

The Ringmates huddled around them silently turned on the weapon charge switch. The veterans put their weapons in their accustomed positions - by the way, what did Ramizane think was all but herself happier? Delusion?

"I mean, that doesn't look good."

The upper half of the two Hoop Mechmen guarding the doorway were badly deformed, and the numerous bullet holes and craters in the wall opposite them indicated that the Storm Cannon's attack was either ineffective or had passed through something.

Some kind of huge long-pole weapon, well, like the Hook Scythe, chops off their heads, but it looks like the main damage was caused by massive objects falling down.

The disgusting smell of burnt human flesh and corpse oil lingered in the place, and they held their weapons through the doors of the rooms that had been melted through the supernatural flames and impacts, the stench and smoke grew stronger, and the rectangular laboratory hall was in shambles, with dark red blood stains stretching all the way to the destroyed exit at the end.

Perturabo sat in the cockpit, his eyes wide, the tip of his nose twitching, his ears erected vigilantly, turning in all directions.

Their Supreme Wizard made a few complex gestures, and then reported in the team's communication channel, "The Wind of Aether told me that they were in the middle of the second room ahead, two beings, one injured and one okay, presumably facing each other. ”

"Good. Emenuth, you can condense multiple small energy shields at the same time, right? Ramizane asked, thoughtful.

"Exactly, honorable Iron Lord, do you have any amazing ideas?"

"There's one."

Then, the Supreme Wizard listened with a pained and happy expression of "I suspect that you are Carlos himself who came to play with me", and began to do as he asked.

The Primordial, Daring Nought, Hoop, Think Tank Curator, and Terminator silently skimmed the ground littered with debris with the help of a levitating psionic shield placed horizontally on the soles of their feet, surrounding Honso's bedroom.

The voice of conversation came from within.

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"Wait, let me summarize. So you crossed most of the galaxy, smashed the hoop robots, burned through eight layers of armor, messed up my lab, and finally said a lot of upside-down things to me, which means that I should make a demon womb, and then find the expelled Ultramarine, and then use his genetic material to make a replica of his Chaos Astarte with the Fist of the Empire or the genes of the Iron Warrior, and let this newborn join our warband and become the Iron Warrior? ”

It was Hun Suo's voice, and he sounded very calm.

Perturabo began to issue orders to the Iron Ring and the Heirs, and Ramizane glanced at the list, well, two-thirds of the shooting weapon crosshairs and attack line guides were indeed aimed at the Demon Prince's various points, and a third of them......

"Newborn son! （NEWBORN！ Yes! Exactly! The Demon Prince of Sadism roared in extreme rage, "Why is this place so desolate and cold! It's clean here! No blood! No wailing! There are no mountains of skulls! It should have been filled with sacrifices and praises to the Supreme of Chaos, the Lord of Skulls!! O Lord of the Bottomless Cavern! Where's your human skin farm?! Where's your flesh mill?! Where's your demonic womb?! What about your skinless cursed sons of flesh?! ”

Ramizane heard Perturabo's impatient whining, and the Border Herald activated the isolation doors of the airtight chambers at both ends.

"Hell...... Pepe! Even if this is the Iron Blood, using a mini Tornado on the ship is a bit excessive! - I think a hot melt bomb will do. ”

"I have precautions."

Bian Mu snorted coldly and pressed his meat pad on the button.

Honso spoke.