Warhammer: Start with a dog

When the Phalanx once again sent out its painful, rattling hum in the void, its mutterings, supplications, yearnings, prophecies, and whispers of doom, the sound reached his ears clearly, as it had already done. ...Why no one found out...?

Wait a moment? Mountain formation? Phalanx?

Danat Lysander gradually recovered from some kind of top-heavy dizziness. The low brightness and flickering candlelight in front of him made him frown subconsciously. The lighting here was too dark... but for his chaotic mind and optic nerve. Seems just mild enough.

The familiar smell of incense, ancient metal, stone and bone poured into his taste detection nerves. He vaguely realized that his feet might have stepped on something that he thought he might never be able to set foot on again in this life. On the fortress ground that is so familiar and nostalgic.

Danat Lysander stood in a trance at the entrance to the Hall of Honor of the Phalanx Fortress. The urge to go crazy and what he saw in the Iron-Blooded and Belakarn made his mind stop indefinitely in chaos. Therefore, he temporarily stopped any action and savored this bitter and complicated feeling in place.

What's this? Is this a dream? Will you have such a dream if you fall into chaos? Is this proof that the mentality is beginning to become unstable and unhealthy? So did the countless slaves of Chaos he had killed ever fall into such a real dream? Because he clearly remembered that a moment ago he was in the strangely decorated but comfortable reception hall on Belakane, preparing to present Cato Sicarius and his entourage who were coming with large and small bags. To their Iron King and Gene Father...

"Lysander?" His comrade opposite him who was walking toward him asked again in confusion, "You..." His comrade seemed hesitant to ask this question.

"Are you okay, Captain Lysander?"

Ah, yes, this is Thor Garadon who is speaking, Lysander continued to think in a trance. Garadon is always very reliable, brave, and honest, and dares to point out to his superiors that they are overwhelmed by victory, revenge, or glory. The fact of the mind... Yes, their last hope, Garadon, hope that Garadon can survive until...

Is Thor Garadon, who looks so real, real? Rather than some Chaos trick that caused him to hallucinate or the hypnotic training the Lord of Steel had told him?

"Captain Lysander? Lysander? Are you okay? Do you need me to ask the pharmacist brother to come over?" The other party was looking at his eyes whose focus had not completely overlapped.

"No. No need." Lysander came back to his senses and suddenly stopped the other party from calling, but Galaton looked even more worried, "I'm fine, there's no need to ask the pharmacist to come over, Galaton... Captain .”

Lysander's vision was frantically collecting the information he saw within a tenth of a second. He could use his own code to access the Phalanx... The Phalanx still retained his authority and code... He was now fighting The regimental authority code was still identified as "First Company Danat Lysander". At the same time, the Phalanx's Thinker system also reported their current location. He glanced at the brand new red mark on Garadon's shoulder armor. The side logo painting, as well as Garadon's weapons and equipment at this time, mean that Garadon has now taken over the position of commander of the third company.

This is? Judging from the honor marks, plating and painting effects, this should be Garadon who has just been promoted to the commander of the third company... So now it will be... He suddenly remembered more events he had experienced... those dead comrades They and the enemies and black hands who caused their deaths... Could this be... Lysander didn't notice the cold sweat that was breaking out on his forehead, and his own weird emotional pheromones contained in it that were abnormally rich and disturbing? The too-pleasant chemical smell of sweat was making his comrades frown inwardly.

He moved his Adam's apple and quietly swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"I'm fine, Garadon." He repeated, and wanted to ask the other party whether the battle of Magor's Rift was over? Are they, the Imperial Fists, still on their way to the Thunder Crusade? But he shouldn't ask, this kind of question is too weird, and Garadon is such a sharp and clear-minded warrior who is good at reasoning and pays attention to details.

The leader of the Terran Sentinels accepted his answer calmly, but Lysander could notice the suspicion that was beginning to well up in his eyes.

"Well, Lysander, I'm here to inform you that we are going to say our final farewell to Chapter Master Pew... All the officers and soldiers of the Chapter who can still participate are here, and you should have been there a long time ago. There, since you haven't appeared, I was sent here to find you, my brother, don't let regret, self-blame and revenge indulge your mind."

Lysander heard some reproach in Galadon's words and less, some concern that had never been rare in their relationship, but he also was sure of one thing: According to this, the previous The worthy Chapter Master, Vladimir Pew, was slain in the Tyranid Hive of Drazin - the Cult Mechanicus and the Eldar be damned! So this time point is indeed the moment that matches the time in his memory, but why is it a little inconsistent with the situation in his memory? He was very sure that his memory did not have such obvious errors in dialogues and events. Perhaps this had something to do with the appearance of his "present self" here? as well as--

His superhuman thoughts were flowing rapidly, causing Lysander to inevitably think of another thing at the same time: If "I, Lysander of the Iron Warriors" appeared here and now, would there still be an original "Empire"? Lysander of the Fist" here? Will he run into himself? What would happen if we hit it? And who else? What happened to the other members of his First Company who followed in the Gene Father's footsteps and became part of their enemy?

"Why haven't you set out with me, brother Lysander?"

Galadon's tone was still calm, but Lysander's Terminator sensor, which had been modified and upgraded many times, reminded him that the various biochemical monitoring data of the Astartes opposite showed that he had become increasingly alert.

"It's my problem, I'm sorry, Garadon," the tone of the current First Company Commander of the Imperial Fists was appropriately calm with a hint of nostalgia, "I will set off with you right now."

Two warriors wearing bright yellow power armor left the entrance of the Hall of Honor and walked towards the hall with heavy steps.

Danat Lysander didn't notice the surprise flashing in Garadon's eyes when he said the words "I'm sorry."