The deadly blue glow of the Steneros Blue supergiant hung high above the gloomy, heavy lead-like clouds of pollution and steam, with only a faint glow to illuminate the rugged, sandy ground of the planet Medusa.

The Black Hawk let out a long chirp in the white clouds over the hollow mountains.

Vogrim Ishtar came to his senses in his amniotic tank.

His lips from the body gifted by the Sons of Dorne moved, more stimulation recovering his spirit from the mechanical and insensitive that suggests of him, and he felt the icy temperature around him once more.

"The temperature control system still needs to be turned up a little bit to be comfortable, otherwise it will affect my sword speed by about one hundredth of a millisecond." He thought of this, and quickly gained two new thoughts in his outer logic circuit.

- Negative. The odds of a fight or high-speed movement within one hundred and twenty standard terra hours after this second are estimated to be as high as sixty-six point 11, and as a backup cooling procedure, the amniotic fluid chamber's temperature circulation tube should not raise its own temperature in advance. ”

"-No, your primary weapon is now set to the Medusa type high-powered plasma cannon, and your melee weapon is now set to be a power claw with a built-in incinerator."

"—Warning, radiation levels in Stenelos are becoming unstable, and it is predicted that the formation fold activity is about to begin again, with more vehicles, soldiers, and tribes approaching the Karash Mountains."

"Yes, you're right." He muttered to a being in his own little environment.

"Thanks, I always forget to do more advance estimates like them, even though my system can do it. Thank you, Garuda. ”

The golden mechanical bird's sharp claws clung tightly to the dreadnought's shoulder armor, and it looked like it was not moving, like a decorative handicraft bird.

But Vogrim Ishtar could hear it chirp at him from the link between the two sides in an electric tone: a sign of affirmation, a little joy, a reminder of what he meant not to forget next time.

He nodded silently from the amniotic tank to his companion, who couldn't see the action.

Then, now painted black, with the Iron Foot marked by the Iron Hand, Foggrim began to move on the anorete crystalline rocks that were characteristic of the region—a special and super-hard ground that allowed him not to reveal the actual weight of his contempt mech.

The observation spot they had found for himself today was a very good place where he could safely fill his metal shell with all sorts of attacks and defenses - just run away, unless he could figure out a way to fly out of the entire Stenelos system with Garuda.

In addition to Medusa's home planet and the Iron Hand Fleet Dock above it, there is also a Mechonia research world, a Mechonia research station, and finally the Iron Hand's own detection and monitoring station in the outermost part of the galaxy in orbit on several planetary planets.

The reason why he didn't dare to install more modules when the ground strength was not strong enough was because Vogrim knew that absolutely everyone of the senior officers of the Iron Hand here was a real eye-seeer and listener-their little secrets that violated the orders of the Genogen, the close connection with Mars, and the super high level of mechanization of the clan company itself were enough to support their 360-degree sensor analysis function, and as a disguise, he could not weigh more than he should be. Because theoretically, any modification of him would have been made by the Iron Fathers.

And this little secret of his own, although there is only one ...... Hm.

But one was enough, and Vogrim Ishtar didn't want to explain to the Iron Fathers where he came from Phoenix on Medusa, the home planet of the loyal Iron Hand, and politely ask if they could send him back to find Iron Warrior's Iron Blood.

The slight clash of machinery against rock, the humming of giant anti-gravity vehicles, the sound of sand and gravel being blown open and crashing everywhere, and the sound of the Iron Hand's ultra-high-intensity communication electromagnetic pulse all poured into his ears.

Although his current hearing is unlikely to surpass that of his original transcendent body, the Space Marine's Ryman ears and the intrepid sensor collection system modified by the genetic protogens allow him to analyze more from his voice than anyone else.

It's the "Hall of Conquest" that has arrived. He wondered, which clan is it?

He then expertly but not subconsciously wrote his question in a single encrypted binary code, and sent his own inquiry to the guardians of the Karagu clan (or his actual jailers) who were guarded by layers around him.

Soon a reply arrived respectfully but coldly: it was none other than Markan Ferros, one of the Iron Fathers who was the most maverick in Iron Hand, but also widely (especially after the Battle of the Highland Years) by warriors and clans.

Oh, phoenix fire, how is he.

Fogrem felt a headache kick in.

In fact, he had woken up in the dark, cold, terrifying, nominally massive Iron Hand Dreadnought in the Gorgon's forges—but there were many more "things" to rest in.

In his shock, it took him about three standard seconds to determine what was in front of him, and more seconds to force his sanity to reconcile his anger and desire to kill—his and Garuda's anger and shock slammed into each other, only to make them quickly calm down and analyze their situation.

Eventually, the abilities and knowledge of a genetic protologist combined with his own powerful (although the accuracy in the hands of the dreadnought would be somewhat inconspicuously discounted, but he was still very grateful for the pair of relic-grade high-precision power bionic hands that Perturabo had installed for him here) hands-on ability and some powerful assistance from Garuda, who had fallen here with him.

For example, as the crew of the Sisyphus, who was actually active and watched the whole process from start to finish, the Garuda Bird provided Forgrim with an almost perfect set of identity codes: Sobek Wieland, the Iron Hand, the Broken Legion, the Iron Hand member who fought with Nikona Sharokin on the Sisyphus and stayed until the end, and a 10,000-year-old Iron Father.

This identity was almost perfect, as the rest of their comrades, including Company Commander Brendan and Captain Tyro of the Sisyphus, had fallen on their way out of the way, in order to allow Nikona Sharokin to escape from Luna from the treacherous Sons of Horus with the Stack of Blood—

The whole process recorded by Garud gave Fogrim the last path of the original Wieland, and he sincerely performed a small ceremony in his amniotic fluid chamber to mourn this hero and other heroes.

"They deserve to be remembered."

The only question is how to explain that he will appear here, in Medusa's cellar.

With a "just the right amount of damage" for the transfer of transport, Vogrim and Garud barely prove that they were salvaged in a world destroyed by orcs and then unconsciously buried in the dreadnought Wiland.

Although he knew that there were still many people who doubted his identity, after all, although there were no doubts, in the hands of the iron of logic and calculation, his events that seemed to be very close to supernatural forces were the biggest doubts.

But thanks to Garuda's clear witness to the whole journey of the Sisyphus, and indeed the ancient holy fearlessness that witnessed Brendan Company Commander carrying Garuda's heroic posture-

As a result, he, Fogham Ishtar, Lord of the Third Legion, the returning Phoenix of Fire, is currently on the Iron Hand's home planet Medusa, and has managed to survive the ninth day as the latest active Sacred Dreadnought and Iron Father Sobek Wieland activity of the Hammond Clan.

During these nine days, he managed to use all sorts of tricks (plus more electronic fog, fake and elaborate logic code, trap language, etc.) to fool up the troubles of the members of the Hammond clan, the conversations of the other Iron Fathers, and the embarrassment of the mechanical clerics who wanted to understand the secrets.

Marchan Ferros was the last hurdle he had to overcome.

(End of chapter)