Warhammer: Start with a dog

Chapter 131 Dantioch Interlude·4·Meat Pad? Iron Fist!

Winds carrying the scent of promethium flow through the vast void beneath the planet's surface.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the living creature that made the Fourth Primarch's voice.

The black and white dog's beautiful brown almond eyes glanced coldly at everyone in the chapel hall from above Dantioch's pauldron.

The panicked questions of his useless heir were the only sounds in the chapel at the moment.

"No, it's impossible! Before I set off, I was lucky enough to meet our great genetic father on board the Iron Blood! There's no way he could appear here! This is absolutely impossible! What kind of evil thing are you! How dare you pretend to be Iron The voice of the Lord!”

"[Evil thing?]" The furry four-legged creature deftly found some space to place his four flesh-padded claws next to the old blacksmith's shoulder armor, power backpack and helmet. The old blacksmith gasped and grabbed the battle brother's arms. His arms were strong enough to prevent his old and weak knees from falling to the ground due to the sudden increase in weight.

The stunned adjutant Taraschi helped his commander in time, but he himself did not dare to raise his head at all and look at the plush four-legged creature that they all found very cute and approachable before - the creature's throat It was making a sound that made them tremble from soul to body.

"[Evil thing? How dare you apply this term to me like this?]" The voice of their genetic father, the tyrant and destroyer of Olympia, the eternal father and master of the Iron Warriors Legion, was in everyone's heads and brains. The rumbling echoed, and the newly appointed war blacksmith of the 14th Battalion began to tremble in the calves under such overwhelming majesty.

The voice of questioning was not produced by the vocal cords of a small creature at all. It was inconsistent with anyone's common sense. The open lips of this stuffed creature simply could not match the pronunciation: such a majestic and The majestic timbre can only be produced by the Lord of Steel, Perturabo.

Dantioch took a deep breath through his broken lips under his iron mask. He blinked hard to identify the voice that had not been heard for many years, trying to find any trace of trickery and deception.

"[Very well, Krendel, originally for the sake of being one of my heirs, your poor shrunken little brain might still be useful, but now I have changed my mind. - Look at that load next to you. Ruth's sewer rat cub just insulted your colleagues and former boss, and expressed contempt in your father's words, and you are actually yelling at your colleagues because of them! Speaking for them without any brain! As an Iron Warrior, you could so easily accept that Cosonia gangster’s poor order as your standard!]”

The Astartes officer wearing the unique green armor of the Sons of Horus took a step forward at this moment, put his hand on the handle of his weapon and gestured to draw it out, as if to honor this bold maniac who did not even have a human form. To protest, he raised his thick black eyebrows and opened his mouth to speak.

But the big black-and-white dog just glared at him with bright almond eyes, and the traitor's heir closed his mouth like a sheep being stared at by a sheepdog, and did not dare to move at all.

The member of the Mechanicus who came with the betrayers shrank his red-robed body further back, closer to the entrance where they came from. Only the three bionic mechanical eyes under his hood were moving frantically. Stops shrinking, spinning and clicking sounds.

The mortal auxiliary officer here held his weapon, placed himself in a position suitable for concealment and shooting, and observed the scene alertly, while the priest in blue and gold cassocks stood surprised but unwavering. .

"[Dantioch, take me there.]" This mysterious and mysterious black and white dog proudly gave the order to his once most beloved heir.

The old blacksmith didn't move at first, until the animal repeated his request again, and a deep sigh came out from under the iron mask that melted into flesh. Then the ancient servo and power armor joints were driven, supporting the veteran who was weak but not yet. The dead body moved forward.

The crowd gathered around the edge of the altar retreated hesitantly and hesitantly, like a flock of bewildered, headless lambs.

Only Krendel, who had just been most intoxicated in false glory, was highlighted in place.

Step by step, Dantioch stood in front of the trembling Iron Warrior Astartes with the magical creature on his back.

"Honored...honored Dantioch..."

But the man in the silver-gray steel mask just shook his head tiredly at the betrayer who had been sentenced. He only said a simple sentence to Krendel, which can be seen - even if he was reprimanded and stripped off in public. Honor and Terminator Armor, many years after being exiled to such a desolate and remote place, Barabas Dantioch still has a deep admiration and deep understanding of a certain person in his dream.

"It's too late, Crendall, may your soul find true rest."

And the black and white border collie commented with a sneer.

"[Arrogant at first and respectful at the end, that's all.]"

He raised his head with trembling ear tips and a long snout, and announced the final outcome of this heir in front of the steel altar.

"[Tens of thousands of possibilities pass through my brain in every light second. It was the same in the past, and it will be the same in the future.]" On the face of the fluffy black and white dog, there was a look that everyone had ever seen. The Iron Warriors of the Primarch would always have a cold and cruel expression engraved in their hearts. That long-lost feeling made the tall warrior, who should have no idea of ​​fear, almost unable to lift his bolter with trembling muscles.

"[If you think that I can't deal with you after losing my body and armor and taking this form, then you are totally wrong. Idris Krendel.]"

The pet dog's well-groomed paws stretched forward, and his pads slapped against the Astartes' head, which had been enhanced with advanced genetic engineering. At first, nothing happened. The miserable and abominable man who followed the chaos and madness even showed a hint of joy unconsciously. He raised his gun and was about to say something——

Then, the Space Marine officer's head flew out - physically speaking, with a small half of his spine, red and white flesh, and some mixture mixed with metal cables - and hit the reinforced chapel heavily. On the passing relief wall, it burst and splashed like a fragile water bladder, and its contents spilled all over the floor.

"[Your destiny should have continued after this, Krendel,]" The voice of the Iron God rumbled in everyone's ears, the sound was like lightning and thunder above the peaks of Olympia, "[But My judgment is here to cut off your destiny and never exist again.】"

And when everyone's figures once again fell into the noble, majestic and proud eyes of that furry four-legged creature——

Once again the rebel envoys truly and uncontrollably trembled.

Gua.

Several times he almost beat Crendall into Cromwell (turning his head)

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