Warhammer: Start with a dog

Destiny Steel

The space above the Tenth Company's station

The original bridge room of the Ironblood

After Perturabo left, through the newly opened and cleaned corridors and elevators, Lamizane immediately took his (seemingly relieved but uneasy) heirs to the strange feeling of physical and spiritual pulling. Before I couldn't bear it any longer, I arrived at the flagship's original built-in bridge via another route.

This sense of distance is really not easy to grasp. Fortunately, we took this into consideration and adjusted the position of the Tenth Company to the lower level of the internal bridge room. Otherwise, I really don’t know how to explain "We must put the recruit station at the bow of the ship." array position".

Of course, Perturabo's original words were "Why should I explain to them that this is my flagship and I can put it wherever I want."

I really envy the black and white dog who doesn’t have to be responsible for what he says.

The busy technical officers and servants around him were reawakening the online thinker, debugging and lighting various pipes and cables, while he was sitting in a seat specially made for huge power armor, handling today's work at his desk, saying Really, no matter where you are, if you want to do anything normally, you can't escape a lot of paperwork.

On this point alone, Lamizane felt that he really did not envy the Loyal Primarch.

The Destiny Steel (Iron-Blooded) is currently sailing through subspace.

Putting aside Perturabo's questionable space technology, what is more curious is the Imperial navigator who was captured by Honso and brought with him to the Iron Blood.

This navigator is obviously still loyal to the empire, but he has actually been diligently using the Star Torch navigation for the Iron-Blooded. Ten or even nine times it is contrary to common sense.

Considering that Honso wrote very clearly in his previous battle reports, he only got this precious prisoner to Medlengard after doing so many things that were very consistent with the behavior of the enemy of the empire - well , Lamizane has never terminated the preliminary instructions requiring Captain Walter to correct the route or jump out at any time according to the specific situation.

Also, given that this ship has as many little secrets as the First Legion, and there are people on board who are easily targeted by demons, oh, it's literally everywhere. Therefore, before jumping into the subspace, Perturabo had already taken out his (self-proclaimed) ultra-improved version of the multiple Geller force field generators at the bottom of his pressure box and placed them on the ship, and transferred those "little secrets" that needed to be protected. into a separate pocket space.

So far, everything seems calm, orderly, and great.

Lamizane took a sip of milky Reca coffee and thought that he should practice multi-threading, so he approved the new demon sewer crusher test application while cutting the screen elsewhere.

"I hope he's okay." With the strong appearance of Perturabo, the elder of Khadomo, he saw the Border Collie fearlessly ascending to the podium and criticizing these brats from the length of their hair to their bolt guns. After pointing the gun at the ground at such a stupid and unsightly angle, Lamizane dug the Fourth Primarch's toes into the ground while silently cutting away the sensor monitoring screen.

Well, he didn't mean to peek, but he had to take a look at the self-discipline monitoring patrol mode of LOGOS, right? Otherwise, he was also afraid that the civil war regiment would lose 19% of its recruits within thirty seconds after Perturabo met them.

At present, it seems that such a training accident will not happen for the time being.

Of course, this group of new recruits may need a little more time to adapt - perhaps when Perturabo is not training them, let other veterans of the second company take them to play more simulated battlefields or online -

His fingers moved rapidly across the data pad.

At this time, Captain Walter, who was staying on the forward bridge, asked to speak to him.

After Lamizane got through, the other party immediately sent a message.

"My Lord, we have monitored a strange message beam in the nearby turbulence. It indicates that there is a corpse in the opposite direction - the imperial ship is sending chaotic distress signals to all passing targets."

What's wrong? What should I do, what should I do...it's wrong. What does it feel like.

Lamizane, who suddenly felt that many eyes were secretly watching him, felt that the data cables on his scalp were exploding.

He hurriedly called in his heart.

"Pepe? Pepe?! Perturabo?! Baby?! Hi ho?! Perturabo are you listening?!"

"..." There was no response to Perturabo's telepathic communication call.

Lamizane strongly suspected that the demon primarch's attention was completely attracted by other things at this moment.

The data shows that he is conducting a one-to-many battle simulation with the 10th Company - (Gutella swears!) I remember it! One of the Border Collie’s instincts to focus! Border collies do sometimes turn a deaf ear when they are too focused and excited about certain goals!

Why does it feel like his loss of rationality has been a bit serious recently... The Lord of Iron can't really slowly turn into an ordinary border collie... It's too scary! But it’s okay, I will raise him, but will there be any other changes...

With such random thoughts, he desperately continued to call Perturabo while trying hard to rummage through the boxes and cabinets in his mind to search for his meager knowledge of subspace, LOGOS? LOGOS? Is there a concept of nearby navigation in subspace?

The "Iron Lord" frowned.

There was still silence in the bridge room, the faces of the Iron Scions hidden behind the breathing grid.

Their eyepieces shimmered in the gloom, reflecting the light of their instruments.

"...Deploy more analysis and internal monitoring resources, and activate a higher level of protective force field and iron curtain. Except for personnel in essential positions, no one in the entire ship is allowed to leave the room. Broadcast to the entire ship, and everyone will be in place in thirty-eight seconds. The Iron Guards will fire indiscriminately on any target that does not hold a clearance code. Filter the signals of suspicious targets and connect them to my link, Walter."

"As you wish, my lord."

next moment--

The pale skulls tumbling among the boundless corpses are constantly being crushed and screaming——

Every inch of the steaming, stinking bloody land was soaked in mud made of blood and flesh and blood——

Thousands of men and women were swallowed alive, chewed up, and turned into a pile of dark red filthy fuel along with the crackling evil——

The wailing human sleepers that span every time in the past and future, are disgusting, twisted and rolled into deformed limb tracks——

"We must jump out immediately..."

"What is that...ahhhhhh!"

"Is there anyone! Is there anyone! This is Star Language... Zizzi... Zizhi... Kaoszhi... we..."

"He's coming! He's coming! The skull...clack..."

"Help me! Help me! For the sake of the Emperor who loves us! Ah—!"

"Your Majesty the Emperor! For Marku... Rag..."

The desperate screams and wails gradually turned into chaos as the subspace tide receded, trying to seduce people into a whirlpool of lips, sharp teeth, and tentacles that stirred up the mind and gray matter of the brain——

A voice that sounded like rusted metal clawing sharply across the surface on the inside of the skull rumbled and whispered in the most painfully insane tones.

"We will - follow the trail of blood to our destination!"

With this brutal and evil declaration, the existence of some kind of supernatural engine - or some kind of transport that Lamizane recognized as being almost obsolete in 2K Terra, the body of the Fourth Primarch saw - —

What kind of terrifying human-faced Thomas the Tank Engine is rushing here on the floating flesh track in subspace, making a sound of "eating, eating, eating, eating, eating", swallowing broken human corpses and coal?

Outrageous.

The cold wave really gave the under-prepared author a punch in the head - my new quilt is still on the way! Fortunately, I have a warm fur heater from the Furman to save my life. Everyone is really enthusiastic. I originally wanted to revise it in detail, but I feel that I can't live up to the enthusiasm of book friends. This afternoon, the slow author decided to work hard and add another chapter to thank everyone for their support╭(`)╯