Warhammer: Start with a dog

Danat Lysander was trying to gather himself and go to the training room for his first training when he received a notification from the Chapter Master's Shadow Guard Vanus.

When he discovered that there was even a traitorous Raven Guard on board this ship, Lysander had already thought, "Isn't this place going to build something big? Should I find a chance to warn the Empire?" Got an idea.

But as soon as he had this idea, the black-haired warrior's purple eyes stared at him closely, and the exquisite lightning claws made crackling force field vibration sounds on the back of his hand. Then the former Imperial Fists First Captain suddenly remembered which weapon he was assassinated by during the battle with Shanto.

"So you were the one who attacked from behind with the lightning claw?"

Regarding this question, the Astartes, still wearing power armor with the Raven Guard logo on it, with black hair, purple eyes and pale skin, just shrugged, pointed at the data pad again, and mouthed "immediately". Then disappeared into the shadows.

Lysander opened the datapad locked by his own biochemical signature.

What he saw was a notice, or a judgment.

It was a conclusion on how to deal with the unfortunate Imperial fleet that surrounded the Destiny Steel, unable to attack and unable to escape. Their fate was quickly decided in the time between lunch and dinner.

Master of this interstellar hunting pen, master of the Ironblood, Primarch of the Iron Warriors, the only mercy Perturabo extended to the expeditionary fleet was an opportunity to surrender unconditionally.

When the verdict was handed down, the Iron Warriors veterans all praised the gene father's generosity and kindness.

Lysander turned around silently, held on to what the notice said, and arrived at the forward bridge in time.

After passing through the long corridor with Iron Guards standing on both sides and verification, after thousands of years, finally once again, an Imperial Fist (front) stepped onto the bridge of the Iron Blood.

Lysander was stunned for several long seconds by what he saw.

There are no ancient parchment rolls, prayer candles, or incense on the meditator panels around the bridge. Instead, the common smell of engine oil surrounds the smooth and smooth visual panels, and the dots of light flowing in the center of the entire bridge are like stars. On top of the Crown's Iron Throne, a gigantic superhuman body that far exceeds the rest of the people is sitting on it. His majesty is as majestic as Zeus in the most magnificent temple on Olympias, but also unreal as an ancient god looking down on all living beings.

When Lysander came back to his senses, he found that he had habitually completed the etiquette of meeting the original body towards the other party in shock, and he was already standing in front of the Communication Thinker's panel.

Lysander gritted his teeth and ordered the technical officer to send a notification message to the Imperial fleet using his own identification code.

The content of the message is very simple, only two sentences.

One is - "The original body is here.";

The second is - "OBEY OR DIE. (OBEY OR DIE.)".

In addition, he is not allowed to send any more messages. The Lord of Steel does not have that much patience, and his authority does not need to be elaborated. The person who sits on the throne only needs the other party's obedience, or the other party's death.

Lysander felt a subtle sense of dislocation.

It seemed like this kind of thing... wasn't the first time he knew it had happened.

The response to the message was violent.

Except for the temporary inactivity of the battle barge Furystorm, this order sent to every ship obviously caused great division and confusion in the fleet.

Lysander was asked to wait for their response on the bridge of the Destined Steel together with his brother priests who also took off their power armor and wore black linen robes embroidered with silver skull emblems. At the same time, as a witness, he witnessed him leading The final fate of the expedition fleet departing from Holy Terra.

The strike cruiser Mourning Rock and the fast strike ship Sir Anor both chose to launch a desperate charge towards the indestructible shield of the Destiny Steel. Perhaps their captains still had a little bit to say about the ship's shield. There is a certain degree of fantasy involved in following the traditional Void Shield rules.

Unfortunately, nothing happened until the ship's plasma reactor exploded and turned into an extremely brilliant ball of light, together with the floating hull and limb fragments, turned into huge fireworks in the universe. Lysander's gums stank of iron, and he clenched his fists, letting his fresh blood drip onto the floor of the bridge of the Destined Steel as a small, private act of bravery for this cosmic funeral. Tributes to the dead.

The Destiny Steel's "void shield" full of alien technology doesn't even have the slightest sense of thinning that it pretended before.

Captain Vaught's mechanical voice smoothly announced to everyone on the bridge the final outcome of the two brave ships.

"Forty-one percent of the front half of the Mourning Rock's hull was shattered. Forty-one percent of the front half of the hull of the Sir Anor was torn apart and rolled over. Thirty-five percent of the mass flew away due to the impact. The ion reactors of both ships were overloaded. Explosion, no signs of life still alive have been scanned."

A hand wrapped with rosary beads reached out and pressed Lysander's trembling fist.

He turned his head and saw that it was Pastor Li Kaiwen. The scarred face of the priest brother who was always full of anger towards heretics and alien enemies was now very calm and calm.

"Lysander," he said, "do not grieve for them; they died in the purity of their faith, they were blessed, they were blessed."

"Kevin Li...?"

But the priest withdrew his hand, lowered his eyes, and began to murmur a prayer in praise of the god and the primarch.

As for the content of those prayers, Lysander neither dared nor could bear to listen carefully.

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【Lami Zain. 】The data link connecting the original body and Dauntless trembled slightly, and Perturabo's heartbeat, which seemed deeper than usual, was transmitted to the heart of another person.

[This charge was so tragic. Maybe someone can record this incident... What's wrong, Pepe? 】

[You actually have no intention of stopping or saving them. 】

【ah? Aren’t we in a hurry to get Bella Kahn? How can I have time to deal with these people one by one? 】

[...So what you said to me is true? About loving me, do you hope everything will get better? 】

【certainly. Does anyone really want everything to perish together? 】

The dog sneered inwardly. [That old skeleton bastard also said it very movingly when he first met me. Horus once said the same thing, and so did Fulgrim. 】

[Listen, Perturabo, I don't care what you think, I will do everything I can to prevent my Perturabo from being harmed. Perturabo is my treasure. 】

【……】

【alright? 】

【Um. 】

[My silly puppy, don’t think so wildly. 】

【I am not your dog. 】

【Okay. I know, Perturabo. 】

People on the bridge saw the Primarch sitting on the throne and frowned his black eyebrows. His ice-blue moonstone eyes were filled with sorrow, as if he was grieving for the heroic and tragic scene in the universe before him. , he sighed softly.

The Iron Warriors felt their hearts breaking.

The new joiners were not like that - but a strange uneasiness and sorrow quietly enveloped each of them.

Only Lysander, who was closest, felt something was wrong.

Reverend Brother Li Kaiwen's face became increasingly calm and numb.

The former Imperial Fist held down the pounding heart in his chest.

Gua.

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