Warhammer: Start with a dog

Four hundred centuries have passed since humans first cautiously crossed the top of the atmosphere of Holy Terra with fragile aircraft and began to come into contact with the vast starlight and boundless darkness of this galaxy.

Unfortunately, these times are still only a blink in the long river of time on a cosmic scale, and are not long enough for the "human" species to undergo some fundamental evolution to adapt to the void environment, even though the children of the void have many characteristics. To the point where they can be called "mutations", these characteristics sometimes bounce back and forth between the red lines of the Ordo Hereticus, and can also be unsettling to their kind.

For example, this is the case with the track platform maintenance technician who is gritting his teeth and holding his breath right now beside Lysander as he goes with them to the crack they want to repair.

This modified man, who was almost as big as them with unusually muscular muscles, was turning pale because he had closed his breathing mask. Lysander knew that it was because the oxygen tank he was carrying was too small, so he Before arriving at the work area, they would temporarily hold their breath and walk for a while to save precious oxygen. Carbon-based biological muscles with a physique like this slave worker need much more oxygen than ordinary people.

The suffocation caused the man's eyes to bulge a little, and with the help of the faint starlight, it looked like the upper half of an alien face. A long finger of the former Imperial Fist moved imperceptibly.

That was a sign that the former Captain of the Emperor's Fist reflexively wanted to attack. Of course, this indentured servant would not know that. There is almost no white on his protruding eyeballs, and the huge black irises and pupils give him an extremely strong sense of inhumanity. This mutation is the characteristic of the Son of the Void: many people have never set foot on any planet in their lives. The land of the planet, and the often lack of light on the void ship will make their pupils become like this in just a few generations - the generations required for mutation to appear are so few that it is difficult to completely rule out some unknowable Impact.

And Brother Niraidoa, the living proof of their genetic origin, still walked calmly in front of them. The group of people gradually descended along the winding and narrow passage to the lowest level of the orbital platform, and the fellow travelers gradually dispersed from the fork in the road. to do their work, and in the end, only Nylaidoa, Lysander, and this genetically modified slave worker were left.

And the gate of their destination finally appeared in front of them.

It was a weathered ancient metal door. The gears and skulls of the Adeptus Mechanicus that were once painted on it had been blurred by the impact of cosmic rays and dust because they had not been repainted for countless centuries after it was put into use. It was unknown why this place had been here before. It was designed, but Lysander could see the barren and dead surface of Belakarn through the iron mesh and translucent floor under his feet. A few clouds encircled the wind knife that could blow away any heat and blew the white ice, revealing its The earth below is rusty red due to high iron content.

"This is it." The indentured servant, whose name Lysander did not know, stepped forward and murmured a long prayer ceremony in a pious tone, offering the most sincere and humble prayer to the gods he knew. At this moment, his oxygen tank was finally released for use. Lysander suddenly realized that the way he saved oxygen before was largely due to this ritual.

Parogov stood aside. The former company commander swore that a trace of displeasure flashed across the face that was exactly the same as his father's, which made his heart tighten, but he didn't know who or what it was for.

The prayer ended, and the slave worker used his rough and cracked fingers to press the door opening command. The ancient door shook off the thick dust, and the three of them walked into the lowest space theoretically accessible to humans on the central axis of the platform. , also the top when looking up at the sky from Bella Carne.

"Where's the light? Oh..." the man mumbled, his voice vague. The former company commander's sensitive hearing told him that this man was groping for his bag. There might be a lamp or something inside -

"Ouch——!"

A crude axe, covered with thick rust but with an extremely sharp blade, struck the unsuspecting Lysander on the back of his head.

Lysander roared and fought with the attackers. This situation was very unusual. After all, one of the parties was a Space Marine with centuries of combat experience, and the strength coming from his hands when resisting made the former Empire Quan couldn't even spare a hand to pull out the pistol hidden inside his leg.

But after all, his skills and movements were faster. The Space Marine turned his head to avoid the attacks of ax blades and teeth and prepared to counterattack. Under the faint star light leaking from the transparent plate, Lysander felt the beating of his heart change. Even faster: The slave worker's pitch-black eyes are now shining with an unnatural yellow-green light. His already strong and deformed body, especially his abdominal cavity, is rapidly expanding, and the terrifying force is causing him to rot quickly while alive. In the process, he was given this thing that was once still human, but Lysander was more worried about other infections.

Judging from the sensations they encountered during the fight, the former company commander, who had extensive experience in unarmored fighting, smelled a very bad smell, and his hands became more and more sticky. Several times, he almost had to fight against the limbs in his palms. It was slippery and sticky and he lost his balance, but his superhuman mind did not let fear and other emotions affect his high fighting enthusiasm.

But the opponent's horny frontal bones, three sickly yellow eyes, more tentacles, and the bulging intestines that burst out of the abdomen indicate that this thing may not be an ordinary opponent that can be solved.

Finally he found an opportunity and kicked the big face with three eyes that was completely swollen and deformed like a drowned corpse, using the reaction force to put some distance between himself and this Nurgle Plaguebringer. , but the twisted flesh sprout that the opponent had just grown wrapped around his ankle.

"Life is already so hard, why not join us? The Father loves all..."

"Spit! Go to hell you unclean thing!" Lysander habitually spat on the disgusting creation - the sizzling strong acid corroded the opponent's body extremely well. Eyes, the thing howled and let go of Lysander's limbs.

But the former company commander did not take advantage of the victory and draw his pistol to end it completely.

During that 0.00001 microsecond of thought and conclusion, he was stunned.

He stood there, momentarily off guard, as the Plaguebringer howled at him, looking like a sweet and unexpected prize for a loving father—

Electricity roared through the equipment and cables on the walls, and the entire equipment room suddenly became bright.

A needle filled with some kind of liquid made a loud noise in the air and plunged into the body of the Plaguebringer, who was about to undergo transformation before anyone noticed.

The thing let out an earth-shattering howl, and then began to melt into a light-colored transparent liquid from the central needle.

Lysander turned tremblingly.

He looked in despair at the identical face of Parogov Nilaydoa and their genetic father.

"I told you," Dorne looked at Lysander mercilessly, "you shouldn't have come."

Gua.

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