Warhammer: Start with a dog

Destiny Steel (Iron-Blooded)

Built-in bridge room

The long-lost prison-like pressure filled the entire space, and the air was as suffocating as molten lead.

No one dared to say a word, except——

"Oh, this is it. We need to cut this thing off, maybe we can catch it."

The Guards officers stared in horror at the ancient war machine that dared to speak so disrespectfully in front of the Daemon Primarch.

The Contemptor, who had just arrived by elevator, strode fearlessly to the throne of "Perturabo".

The Iron Warriors smelled that strange smell-the fragrance again, and it was more obvious now than before.

There was a sound of armor and weapons clinking, and someone changed his standing position.

"Tell me the reason why you made such a firm conclusion, (the Iron Lord paused here, as if he wanted to pronounce an empty syllable that seemed to start with P or F) - Kaidomo."

"Obviously," they watched as the new Tenth Captain raised his hand in a jaw-dropping wave of his power claw, not caring that their Primarch was sitting on the throne beside him.

"Its path is heading towards our route. According to my calculations, the contact time is just sixty-seven standard seconds later. The contact location is the sixth gun room on the port side. This thing that was once a Slayer will It contacted and impacted our Geller force field at an angle of 63.4 degrees, and cut into the port armor - if this thing still obeys the rules of physics - it is possible that it would directly emerge inside the hull at the moment of contact."

Now every Iron Warrior present looked at this Contemptor Dreadnought with confusion and confusion.

Should they step forward and reprimand this disrespectful ancient warrior for the Gene Father?

Or will he simply use his sarcophagus as his eternal resting place before then?

——And what does that syllable mean?

"Slayer?!"

Breaking the impending stagnation, it was the Stoneforger Soltarn who raised a voice of doubt.

"I know about the Slaughterer, but the last report of this demon chariot that was originally enslaved by us in the last battle of the Heart of Hydra was that it was destroyed and recast!"

The Contemptor's Dreadnought's head turned towards him - Soltarn suddenly realized that the Dreadnaught's head armor was unusually flexible -

A cold, arrogant and impatient electronic voice hissed from the loudspeaker on Dauntless's neck, "So you have no idea how dangerous the Demon Engine Forge is, boy. That thing -"

Soltarn's mind was instantly shocked by the unnaturally transmitted strong helplessness, disdain, resentment, pain, regret, torture and other emotions like a black hole in the center of the galaxy - he knelt on the ground and heard the sound from the respirator. The old mason screamed in a strangled voice.

"Soltarn is not an ignorant brat from the Tenth Company, Khadomo." The Iron Lord interrupted their conversation, "Your preaching is not necessary at this time."

"...Okay." Fearless's completely unscrupulous and rude words and deeds in front of the original body had already caused the guards officers to draw their weapons.

But the Iron Lord's gesture stopped them from further action.

"Hmph... ugh!"

The stone forger tried hard to prop up one hand and one leg so that he would not bend down so unsightly on the ground. Aharin, who was standing next to him, did not look away and put one foot sideways to support his heel.

"Perturabo" sat on his huge throne made of steel, swords and cables, quietly watching everything happening below. He rested his head on one hand, as if the uninvited guest from the Blood God outside the ship was just a treat to him. A dragonfly flicks across the water.

"In the Milky Way ten thousand years from now, if you want to convince the public, you'd better come up with some outstanding achievements to please me."

The daemon primarch's fingertips caressed the handle of the Forgebreaker, and his eyes swept over everyone in the room. The profound meaning contained in it made their fear rise from the end of their tailbone to the center of their brains.

"You are responsible for the next actions, Kaidomo, don't let me down."

The Contemptor responded with a vague response, then took a step forward and began to connect himself to the entire bridge control system.

"There will be direct contact with the target in twenty-nine seconds. The energy of the navigator's bubble will be redistributed within two seconds. The port Geller force field is preparing for contact point impact... Damage control team report..."

The information flow in the Iron Warriors' small communication channel is furiously intersecting.

"Did you hear that? The father of genes just wanted to say that word Fu! Fu!"

"I remembered! No wonder I always feel that although this name has never been seen on the list, it still sounds familiar to me! It's him! It's actually him! The City Breaker!"

"Flix...! I never expected that even after this puddle of mud has entered Dauntless, I can still regain the favor of the original body!"

"It seems like his personality has changed a lot. No wonder I didn't recognize him right away!"

"If he really is Frix the Citybreaker."

"what do you mean?"

"Have you forgotten? Frix died under a direct bombardment from a Titan at that time. Think about the strange history of this Dauntless and its gaudy decoration, and think about the war blacksmith whose personality changed drastically."

Someone finally asked amid the hiss of static on the channel.

"So... this Kaidomo, if he is not the city breaker, who is he... or what existence is he?"

——

What’s actually happening on the other side.

"Ahhhhhh, we have one minute left to come into contact with this damn thing. Just one look at it makes my eyes hurt and I am mentally shocked. What the hell is this? We won't die here, right? What's going on? I said I would rather fly slowly than jump into subspace. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh thing is happening. My hands are numb and I don’t dare to move huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Already..."

"Be quiet! There is enough time. Continue to transfer the computing power of LOGOS's logical processing unit to me."

"I thought you were obsessed with letting loose... Educational and teaching activities have never answered me. I thought this was going to end..."

"Shut up. Help me take over the monitoring of all regular projects. This stupid dog's brain wetware is completely insufficient. I have to work hard to calculate the precise distribution of the Iron Curtain and the Geller Force Field."

"...You are already a border collie, at least not a Chihuahua - can't you just use the macro cannon to blast it?"

"Warp bombardment of force fields and outside force fields? Don't add any extraneous details. When it comes to business, cut out the nonsense. You're just a Daemon Prince of Khorne."

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha--what do you mean 'but! It's just! Khorne! Demon! Prince (Prince)!!!"

Border Collie Perturabo sat in the Dreadnought cockpit, shaking his head from side to side, the tips of his slightly drooped ears shaking with the swing of his head, wagging his tail rapidly, and pressing various buttons at a dizzying speed. Joysticks and buttons, while not forgetting to ridicule a certain soul occupying the magpie's nest, "You yourself are a demon prince (Prince), is a mere demon prince worthy of making you sit there so scared that you can't stand up?"

"That's it! Really! Devil! Prince! It's worth it! (Gutella swears) Fortunately, if I look carefully, I will only see the scary version of Thomas the Tank Engine..."

The dog made a confused syllable from his nasal cavity, but his attention immediately shifted, "Let's talk about this later - contact is coming soon, countdown, three, two, one -"

He narrowed his beautiful brown almond-shaped eyes and hit Enter behind the multi-gravity field flip code.

"Taste this, you little red dog."

Will the next chapter be more UMMMM serious? oh? So please be prepared before watching tomorrow.