Warhammer: Start with a dog

"Hephaestus."

A trace of extremely rare uncertainty was mixed in Cato Sicarius's tone. The technical sergeant brother noticed this, but he did not point it out and just returned, "What's the matter, Captain Sicarius?"

"If this is some kind of trap or conspiracy against us, then I must say that no matter who is behind the scenes, they can't stop me from taking them away today, and if possible, I will capture the person in charge of this place alive and torture him Him, ask him if he has more.”

While Techmarines often secretly believe that Captain Sicarius possesses the qualities of a great hero but also possesses an overt emotional weakness that is rare among Space Marines but common among mortals of the Imperial Guard. , but this time he wholeheartedly agreed with the other party's rude statement.

As he said this, the proud warrior clutched a master-level bolt pistol in his hand. Although it looked really great in itself, it was mainly about the throne and Macragge. ! There was a strange sticky note on it. Someone used the font on a sacred manuscript that Sicarius had only seen in a heavily guarded stasis beneath the Macragge Reliquary. Written on it was a line and a scrawled signature: Temporary Use, R.G.

Could this be the signature of the Primarch himself? Sicarius didn't know, but he knew that the eyepiece of his trusty Lord's helmet clearly showed the record in Macragge's database. It was identified as "The Noble Primarch, Lord of Ultramar" , a mark that Lord Roboute Guilliman usually adds to his improvised weapons."

The discovery of this precious relic weapon on the shelf beside him stimulated the second company commander, and even made him rationally tell him that this forging world was too weird and weird that they should leave immediately and return to their battle barge, and then See if he should drive in the opposite direction with all his strength and then pull a full team back, or fire a few rounds to show off and then go back and pull a full team back - while holding his Storm Blade, among these neatly arranged The man at the counter was swaying his head and looking around like a giant moon bear stepping into a cornfield for the first time.

But he couldn't refuse! The extremely suspicious Space Marine named Maxim took them to this so-called waiting hall, and then told them, "Surrounded by our samples and small items display counters, um... toilets... no, coffee bar , drinking water place? and food and beverage supply place over there, company commander, you can take a look, if there are any you like, you can put them in your shopping list before leaving the terminal. "

Sicarius was about to reprimand this strange Astartes loudly for such nonsense, contempt and rudeness to a noble warrior during the reception ceremony, but the next second his loyal and reliable The dazzling content description labels that suddenly popped up on the various items captured by the eyepiece attracted his anger and attention away.

"It will be very detrimental to your future development if such a speech is recorded, company commander." The technical sergeant's prosthetic eyes kept flashing, "But I can completely understand it."

When Hephaestus replied to the second captain, he could only describe himself as embarrassed.

One hand of the technical sergeant and all his mechanical arms were carefully holding many boxes of precious antique ammunition. In order to maintain their balance, he had to slow down his progress, but here, it really made people move. Don't move!

The power ax of Ohm Messiah! These rare concussion bombs, hellfire bombs, plasma storm bombs or inertial fusion bombs, marked with their ancient golden emblem of manufacture, are just like the different types of screws placed in the Martian screw foundry. ——For someone from Gutera who knows a lot about fairy tales, he would say that it is like candies in a candy house - everywhere! On the rows of shelves made of shiny transparent material, in the ammunition boxes with transparent tops, it looks like they are on display! All of them! With his keen eyesight, the technical sergeant even found a small box of unlabeled explosives on a shelf in a corner, but Hephaestus was very sure that it was extremely rare and almost impossible to flow into other places. Dark Crow Bomb!

And that! Are there various types of stasis grenades of various sizes on the row of shelves in the distance? ! Isn't there only one known production model of the stasis grenade? ! Wait, is that a stasis bomb that has been improved beyond recognition? ! How could anyone actually produce them outside of a secretive production line? ! Om Messiah is up! What on earth were these mechanical priests of Belakahn doing when no one knew? ! Did some amazing genius have a new technological explosion or did these lucky people secretly discover some new stasis technology STC? ! Could this be the truth that they have become increasingly reluctant to communicate with others in recent decades? !

Considering the often ill-intentioned judgments of the Imperial Ministry of the Interior and the Ministry of Justice, the existence of the Tauren Chapter, the martial arts-filled academic atmosphere on Mars, and those who are troublesome and always want to find some mistakes and burn something. Hephaestus seemed to feel deep down in his heart when he was shocked by the attitude of the inquisitor. If this was the case, he might have discovered part of the truth about Belakane's seclusion in the star in recent years.

The situation of several other Ultramarines may be better than that of their two leaders, but the situation is limited, because everything in this hall is completely a trap for the Space Marines to induce corruption. Really, even the so-called The smell wafting from the "food supply area" is telling everyone's taste detection nerves through the breathing grid: Come and have a look, there are a lot of superhuman beings here who are full of energy and are prone to hunger all year round. Foods composed of complex impurity compounds that are extremely beneficial to the body and provide a delicious experience.

Sicarius swore he also smelled something very similar to some of the traditional Thalassarian bay leaf honey cheese snacks his human mother would make when he was a child, which even made this man who usually only thought of his own honor as the first. One's confident champion miraculously produced a feeling similar to nostalgia for 0.0001 seconds.

"We should not indulge in this, Hephaestus, no matter how sweet the enemy's trap is, it is still a trap," the second captain finally said, with a lot of hanging objects under his red cloak, "But all Relics concerning the Primarch must be collected and ceremoniously delivered to Macragge's underground vaults by the champions of my Second Company."

"You're right, Captain Sicarius," the red-armored technical sergeant responded. "I feel much better now than when I first stepped in here," his backpack filled with magazines that were reaching their limit. Box, "Now I am more confident to face all the challenges that come next."

"Very well," Cato Sicarius turned, his Lyman ears catching the sound of an engine that was once familiar to Space Marines but rarely heard today.

"The throne is up there."

he murmured.

Hephaestus looked over his shoulder curiously.

"Oh. I was thinking, Captain Sicarius, if it turns out that this is not a trap, then we should start thinking about a new exclusive trade agreement or supply order."

A completely new-looking Stormbird gunboat entered the docking port before their eyes.

Gua.

Although there will be big events, they are not the big events that everyone guessed【】