MTL - Warhammer Inquisitor-Chapter 618 Beast Wars: Analyzing Beast Brains

  Chapter 618 Beast War: Analyzing the Beast Brain

  The hatch of the escape cabin was opened, and the rotating hatch was closed aside. A hand reached out to pull out the person inside, but what greeted him was a head.

Cole held the green-skinned head in his hands. He looked at Vito who got out of the escape pod. He straightened his collar quite gracefully, and then took a step forward. Olaf and the others rolled out behind him. The demigods are piled together, lying on the ground with arms and legs stretched out.

   "Lancelot, **** you, get off me!"

  Ragnar was facing down, and the whole person stood upside down, and his face was not supported by Lancelot's hands. The latter and Olaf got up, and Ragnar wailed again during the process.

   "It seems to be going well." Cole said, pulling his hand out from under the brains that flowed out of the green skin's severed head

   "Indeed, I got the information and even blew up a greenskin boat."

   "And the slave labor on the ship." "I told them they ran away."

Omega walked over. He was wearing the red robe of a high-ranking priest of Mechanicum. Omega was promoted not long ago. It was a robe that was very different from the robes of ordinary priests. It was decorated with silver threads instead of the red robes of ordinary priests. Add black silk.

  Now Omega is the chief technical priest of the fleet, and his mechanical legs are making crackling noises on the ground.

   "Have you got the brain tissue sample?"

   "I took the whole head back and used it however I wanted."

  Vito patted the head next to him. The heavy head and the slap almost made Cole lose his grip and let the head fall to the ground.

Omega stepped forward, stroking Greenskin's head with his iron fingers. It was a very gentle touch at first, until his mechanical arm came out from behind and pierced Greenskin's nose several times. It was almost drawn out, with a piece of viscous liquid.

  Vito made an obvious disgusted expression, showing a weird smile, and shrugged as he looked at the spinning mechanical arm.

   "So what? Will it work? Or should we go find another head?"

   "The hippocampus is losing its activity. You didn't cryopreserve it."

  Omega spoke word by word in a mechanical voice.

   "There's no refrigerator there."

   "We, start extraction as soon as possible, before brain death."

   "Yes, Lancelot, come here."

   A group of people followed Omega through the corridor of the battleship to his research room. It was the same as when Omega left briefly to study on Mars, so everyone knew what to do.

Omega walked to the terminal and activated the instrument after a few short clicks. After the surrounding screens lit up, the surrounding mechanical arms also lifted up. They approached the center of the room from the coaxial steering gear above. On top of a circular display table, Lancelot now placed the greenskin's head on it.

  The tongue of the green skin was hanging out, and his eyes were sluggishly leaning there. The surrounding mechanical arms quickly fell down, and the sharp needle was pierced into the head by the flexible hose arm.

Vito stood aside, with an extra glass of drink in his hand, and a small umbrella stuck on it, wearing sunglasses, watching Omega busy in front of the terminal, various programs running Those high and low screens were scrolling crazily.

   "We haven't heard from Yeta's team yet."

   Cole said with his hands behind his back, Vito took a sip of his drink and nodded.

"I know."

   "You don't look worried at all."

   "Because I'm really not worried."

   "With all due respect, my lord, they have gone deep into the hinterland of the green skins for reconnaissance.

   "I know, Olaf, that's why we got this head. Look at what's in this head, how helpful it can be."

  Vito said, holding a drink cup and walking in front of the head. He was wearing sunglasses, which reflected the sparks of the cutting gun. The thing sliced ​​through the green skin's skull, exposing the brain inside.

  Many tubes were inserted, and a small delicate scalpel cut out the lobe of his brain, which was sent to a series of surrounding instruments for analysis.

  Vito looked at the brain and took a sip of his drink before looking at Omega.

   "Omega, did you find anything? Or is this brain expired?"

   Before Vito finished speaking, the mechanical arms in front of him stretched out, and there were monitors hanging in their palms, all of which were all kinds of things that no one except the Mechanicus could understand.

   And Omega came over to explain to Olaf, whose understanding of biology can only be described as endless, and Cole and his team.

  His mechanical arm moved flexibly behind him, like the tentacles of a group of octopus, Vito looked at the arm and toasted him.

   "So what did you find? Octopus."

   "I'm not an octopus-like, flesh-and-blood creature. Vito, this is number one, and I did post something. This is, number two."

   Omega said, and came to Vito, who shrugged and took a sip of the drink in his hand.

   "It's a pity, even the octopus's voice is not as good as yours."

   "Should you change your voice, Omega, for example, let the battle nuns give you one?"

  Omega raised his finger and waved it in front of the screen in front of him, and soon a section of parameters appeared on the screen. Vito was wearing sunglasses and looked at the screen. Of course, he couldn't understand it at all.

   "Is this green skin from a mining planet?"

   "Yes, where did he come from, and I extracted some useful information from his brain."

   Omega said, pointing to a number on the screen.

   "They were ordered to excavate there, minerals, and then send them to Cole Weiss 8, where they will be processed and processed."

   "What kind of treatment?"

   Cole asked, resting his chin on his arms.

   "According to the memory of the cerebral cortex, the green leather foreman didn't know, but his superior, the orc boss on that planet, told him that this would be a very important thing."

   "Battle Moon."

   Vito interrupted suddenly, he turned his head and looked at the frowning Cole, and then shrugged.

   "Of course, otherwise? Think about it with common sense, what else could it be?"

   "Indeed, with so many ores and labor, there is a high probability that something big will be built, and it is almost certain that it is the battle moon."

   Olaf folded his arms and said.

   Ragnar asked, pointing to the head that had been opened.

   "Don't the green skins also like that kind of thing, which is bigger than Kibba and makes as much noise as it walks?"

   "I really can't understand them, why make things so big, why are they so conspicuous?"

   Lancelot said, crossing his arms over his chest.

   "Isn't that looking for a fight?"

   "Don't try to understand the green skin's brain, this is for you too, Omega, you won't become a crazy kid later, will you?"

   "No, Vito, my brain is normal, I checked it."

Vito rested his chin and looked at the brain of the green skin beating under the mechanical device. Under the light, the thing looked like a meat leg accidentally left by the restaurant chef Ezio. Speaking of which, the green skin tasted delicious. What is the taste?

   "Is it Cole Weiss No. 8?"

   Vito held his chin and said thoughtfully.

   "Shall we go and see?"

   "No, Cole, there's no need, or rather, we don't need to go."

  Vito smiled and put down his hands.

   "Someone can help us."

  Vito turned his head to look at the door, where he seemed to see a figure, with a hand retracted at the door, with a lock of long silver hair between the snow-white fingers.

   "Vito?"

   Olaf looked at Vito who was distracted and asked in surprise, and then glanced in that direction. Vito looked in the direction of the door and approached Cole.

   "Is there something wrong with Geller's position?"

   Cole was a little surprised, but still nodded.

   "Yes, it's a little glitch, but the engineer says it's not a major glitch."

   "Give them a good overhaul."

   After saying that, Vito walked over, leaving a few people behind and walked towards the door. Cole looked at him and raised his eyebrows in confusion.

   "Why are you going?"

   "Meet a friend."

Vito said, walking out of the gate, he stroked a slight trace of energy left on the gate, where there was a white hair, he picked it up, and then looked at the purple eyes that flashed in the distance, It suddenly disappeared around the corner of the corridor.

  Vito smiled and held the hair in his palm, then followed.

  (end of this chapter)