Warhammer: Start with a dog

The hatred and rage that lasted for thousands of years roared in the two hearts of Danat Lysander.

The blood is pumped out and sent to the strong and powerful muscles. The black carapace and nerve connection points drive the electronically synthesized and strengthened muscle bundles to produce higher output.

The power hammer in his hand is called the Fist of Dorn. It is almost half the height of a Space Marine. A fist shaped like an iron glove holds its silver-white shiny hammer head. The power cable runs along the length of the iron glove. The lower part extends to the back of the handle, and the jumping force field always shines on the entire attack part of the hammer head. This legendary weapon comes from the legacy of the previous First Company Commander on the battlefield. It is worthy of Lysander using it to crush any Iron Warrior. Breastplate and skull.

He raised the handle of the hammer, causing the hammer head to swing in a beautiful and deadly arc in the air. The balance of this hammer was perfect. In the hands of a legendary hero like Lysander, holding the hammer with both hands could make it swing every time. His swings became incredibly delicate.

The first swing met the first wave of the attacker's power ax. The two giants wrapped in tactical fearlessness roared and collided with each other. Their thick armors scraped against each other, making sharp noises and sparks. The ground seemed to shake due to their movements, and the force fields on the two weapons Each collision and impact made a hissing harmony with each other.

"I will tear you out of this rotten and smelly twisted iron shell and cut you into pieces!" Even though his nose and sensors told him that the former First Company commander who had killed him was on the opposite side. The Iron Warrior War Blacksmith, who has most of his elite brothers and has experienced countless experiences that would make mortals go crazy if they get a little bit of it, is a pleasant fragrance.

Disgusting degenerate, distorted cognition again, or worse.

He thought, when I chop off his head, I don't even want his dirty blood to splash on me.

Opposite him, the sweaty face of the war blacksmith Shanto was occupied by an extremely twisted and extremely joyful smile. The heavy power ax was shrouded in purple mist in his hand, just like the viper-like rapier of the champion swordsman. Flexible and agile - it can no longer be called a poisonous snake. Because of the huge strength and weight that is even more deadly, perhaps the poisonous dragon is the best portrayal of it.

"Then I'm looking forward to it, Lysander. You and I, oh! We are so similar, I have heard about some of your recent moves," the speed of his strong limbs swinging the ax blade almost caused a small sound barrier in the air at this moment The war blacksmith of Malodarax chuckled across from him, "You will do whatever it takes to win. Those lackeys of the Corpse King died because they believed in you. How does it feel to be able to sacrifice anyone?" He laughed wantonly again. , "Don't worry, I won't care about the past, Lysander! Come join us!"

The Imperial Fist responded with an even more angry charge and an increasingly fierce attack. His hammer head flashed with red light, and he locked horns with the purple axe.

"Wishful thinking, blasphemous and despicable thing!"

Once again, they collided together, sweat steaming, they only had each other in their eyes, they could only tolerate each other, they only wanted the other to fall, they only wanted the other's head, the gods were high above, shouting in ecstasy, each other's duel, steel Warriors and Imperial Fists.

They are so similar, like the pros and cons of a tarot card.

They are so similar yet so distinct. Every evenly matched impact is like a hammer forging. Black and white are hammered for thousands of times, and finally a fatal and beautiful pattern appears on the blade of the weapon.

Suddenly, the war blacksmith didn't know why, maybe he was too happy and applied too much spice grease on one of his joint servo——

In short, he staggered and revealed a fatal flaw in front of the company commander.

"You can only get your death!"

The Fists of Dorn roared down towards the Iron Warrior's head.

Lightning claws broke through the shadows.

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【That's it? 】

【That's it. 】

[This recovery was too fast, although except for their captain, Soltarn had made a large margin for the opponent's strength arranged for each of them. 】

【if not? How else do you think we can fight? Why play tricks when you can use your superior strength to deliver a clean strike? Combat is meant to be fast and productive, rather than anything else, such as being too unnecessarily entertaining. In addition, although he saved the scene, this was the first time I saw someone using the Raven Guard to hold up a monitor and film the scene. 】

[Well, on-site shooting has the feeling of immersive learning... Apart from this, I thought that at least we need to use incomprehensible chanting sentences and cruel, dark and gothic language to conduct some environmental and psychological research...]

[Don’t learn those bad habits of pointed ears, who taught you that? By the way, it’s okay to raise some mixed-race rabbits. If you dare to raise any pointy-eared thing on my boat, I will dissect the thing alive, make it into a weird shape, and throw it into the place where the pointy-eared thing came from. 】

【What to make? 】

[Grotesque, or some people call it Grotesque, but I suggest you call them Grotesque. 】

"Hey! My dear furry brother - Chapter Master and my very easy to deceive Chapter Master, what are you whispering about? Don't exclude me!" Sitting on Lamizane's leg armor with his staff in his arms The thin mortal young man watching the monitor shouted dissatisfied.

"Oh, Maatra, it's nothing. I was just saying that it feels kind of... How should I put it, killing a chicken with a knife? Besides, I have a very bad feeling, so I decided to ask you before checking the LOGOS."

"I have already said that my psychic refraction spell combined with the movement function of the steel mechanism can solve most of the traps and the problem of setting up separate attacks. Soltarn designed this maze very delicately in such a short period of time. - —So what’s the problem?”

"I wonder what a Grotesque is?"

"Oh, this thing, this is an artificial monster weapon made by a special kind of person among those with pointed ears. This kind of person is usually called a Haemonculus. In terms of classification, it can barely be regarded as a Dark Ada, although I don't I completely agree with this statement, after all, some of them..."

"Oh, wait a minute, the captain they are leading has begun to encounter our people." Lamizane peeled sweet almonds for the psychic consultant and threw them into his honey jar, while putting some small shape like Crispy nuts in the shape of human brains were stuffed into Perturabo's mouth.

"Oh, oh, oh! I kind of understand. In terms of entertainment, in addition to intensive gun battles, this kind of close combat between macho men is very impactful!"

[Don't always mention the ornamental value - you sometimes make me really doubt your relationship with that purple-skinned snake-tailed slut. 】

【...Did you call him that...】

[I can immediately use twenty different languages ​​to describe his current appearance even more obscenely, do you want to hear it? 】

【……no thank you. 】

"What are you talking about again?" The green-eyed consultant, who was chewing honey-soaked almonds, stood up dissatisfied and grabbed the metal grille under the thick neck armor of the Fourth Primarch with his hands to pull himself up a little higher. The cuffs of his robe fell down to his elbows. Maatra didn't pay attention to this. He just stood on tiptoe and tried to get closer to LOGOS's head device to see what communication device his brother had installed inside that he could not hack.

"It's nothing, uh," Lamizane leaned back slightly as if he was not used to such a presumptuous move by the psychic consultant. "Let's just continue watching all the above."

"Well, if you say so."

The psychic advisor turned around and sat down in his arms again, because there was only one most suitable place to watch, and above it was a throne suspended in the air.

The bloody brilliance splashed from the projection of each brave and unfortunate Imperial Fist warrior projected from the giant 360-degree three-dimensional spherical canopy added a bit of warmth to the nuts in their hands.

Gua.

Wow, there's a lot of housework on New Year's Day. Let's all have a good sleep first!

Oh, since I have any questions, let me tell you by the way.

The name of the planet they are going to has actually already appeared, and a new volume should be opened in January after they go there. This planet is also a transition, mainly in the back. At least according to the plan, the map will be changed very frequently, because I have already I don’t really want to make up for GW’s damn span and rationality every day...