Chapter 50: Good News and Bad News

Destiny Steel

Special Interrogation Room

[Well, then, I have good news and bad news now. Which one do you want to hear first, Perturabo baby? ]

The Border Collie stared at Ramizane gloomily, and the latter's eyes avoided the dog's death gaze and unconsciously drifted towards the flying hair on the Border Collie's head.

[I don't see how anything can be considered good news at this moment. From beginning to end, we have only been in the interrogation room for nine minutes, and most people on the Iron Blood have no idea what happened except for the last order issued by Ahlin. ]

Perturabo's clawed nails anxiously scratched across the input device, [The smell of conspiracy and the Changeling can be smelled even by my stupidest son. And I——! 】

The angry roar of the black and white long-haired dog echoed in the interrogation room, "Woof--! Woof! Woof! Woo-woof! Woo-woo-woo! Woo-woo-woo! (I don't believe you didn't forget to send the order! I still have to hide here stupidly and pointlessly waiting for my mecha to bring me a helmet before I can go out! Ramizane Kalosini! Where is your respect and obedience to a Primarch?!)"

The roar echoed in the room, and Ahlin bowed his head respectfully. He was asked to stare at the door lock that had been opened to prevent someone or something that was not a human from suddenly breaking in - he was trying his best to imagine himself as the inanimate door itself.

Thank God, I don't understand.

He thought.

【Well, cough, okay, it seems that you want to know the good news! Then let me tell you the good news first. The good news is that I just contacted Captain Walter, who reported that most areas of the Iron Blood are normal and there is no problem with the route. The rest of the Iron Ring Mechas, Thousand Sons Wizards, Ultramarines, and the Tenth Company are basically staying in their own quarters. The crew members are in their positions. The Iron Blood is still under our control. 】

【Mostly? Mostly? 】The Contemptor Dreadnought with a black and white dog head approached his original body, and the dog's head was wide open from bottom to top, staring at the other party.

【Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh so cute this angle and this look... cough! No! Ah, most of it means that, um, there seems to be some exchange of fire at the door of the pharmacist's workshop... Due to the obstruction of fog and the damage to the sensor, it can only be vaguely judged that there was an exchange of fire, um, that's it, and then, um...】

【If you don't want to make my anger more intense, being vague is the worst choice. You'd better tell the rest of the news in one breath. ]

[Well, that's it. First of all, except for two of the Iron Warriors we brought from Medlengard, all participated in the attack on the pharmacist's workshop; second, Parogov held it alone; third, Julius went to support them secretly, and after the interference was lifted, a large number of overlapping psychic communications from him were received; fourth, all the wounded are now being treated. I'm done.]

[I'm going to turn them all into macro-cannon shells! ! ! ! ! ! ]

Suddenly, all the living things on this giant ship shuddered a little because of some strange feeling.

The Raven Guard was still hanging there quietly, the brainwashing procedure was carried out step by step, detached from the world.

Where no one noticed, the mark of a tattoo slowly emerged from the depths of his muscles.

——

Destiny Steel

Pharmacist's Workshop

The floor was filled with medical equipment that had been dragged in, intertwined cables, disinfectants, pungent potions, culture fluids, blood, burnt flesh, and strange organic matter with sawed or ground bones.

Hong Suo, wearing only half-body power armor, a medical auspicious instrument, and exposing the side of his body where his arm was missing, was energetically inspecting the wounded in each medical cabin and bed.

When he walked to a specific medical cabin, he stopped and looked at the name and the corresponding medical record again, and a smile appeared on his face.

Hong Suo reached out and pressed the button to open the hatch.

After a warning sound, the person who appeared inside was Dassadra, who had almost become a collection of various drug nutrition pipelines and biological servo relay interfaces.

"Good day, Dassadra, I have good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

The other party's eyes were rolling, recovering from the sedative.

"The good news is that you all fainted at the door of my workshop. Although you bastards almost turned this place into a ruin, fortunately there is no major problem in the medical room, so you can all get very timely rescue. Dear Tess." Hong Suo said slowly, every word was extremely clear, and it even sounded a bit elegant.

"You should thank my lovely little apprentice and his friends for your timely treatment."

"Thank you to Rogal Dorn?" The latter spit out the tube in his mouth, and then tried his best to spit a mouthful of bloody saliva at him. They fell on the sheets and burned the sheets and mattresses together into a hissing black hole. "You bastard! You traitor!"

"Although I don't know why you are all so excited, it is obvious that this is the Iron Blood, and we don't have Rogal Dorn here. I will report to my father, the Lord of Iron, about your collective chaos hysteria, firing in the Iron Blood, attacking companions, and suspected rebellion."

The half-blood potion master's smile became more and more cheerful. "Obviously, the long days in the Eye of Terror have destroyed the will and spirit of most of you. The steel has rusted. The Iron Lord may need some new furnaces and anvils to forge new steel."

"You-just want to take the throne and kill all competitors! Do you think our wise father will believe your unwarranted slander?!"

"Oh, Dassadra, don't worry, listen to me. The bad news is that due to the chaos, we only have two pharmacists and a priest apprentice. It is normal that we don't have time to check carefully during the rescue. You see, for the repair work on your organs and body, we used the seeds of someone else in the spare tank to cultivate experimental organs. - Oh, don't worry, my dear brother, all of you are like this, not just you."

"What do you mean?!" Dassadra's voice has never been so panicked and out of tune since he was an eight-year-old child.

"It means that we are all hybrids now, dear Dassadra, you may now be a powerful Chaos Space Marine with the genes of Iron Warriors, Imperial Fists and Ultramarines."

Honso grinned, his steel and white teeth shining under the shadowless light.

Dassadra felt dizzy.

And the other person also felt dizzy.

Quack...

Finished on time-

Thanks for your support-

(My joints are so sore, quack)

Also, thank you for the extra update and waiting for version 11-no, it will be there when I get better!

(The scream of forgetting to press the release button (luckily I remembered))