Warhammer: Start with a dog

"Hehehe... you guys from Ferus are still too young... you are so forgetful. How long has it been and you already don't recognize me? My dear?"

The hulking Daemon Prince of Slaanesh teases the Iron Hands with an almost petulant playfulness that always makes most of the Emperor's Children happy, happy, happy.

The attacks of the Iron Hands did cause the demon to feel pain, but the blows and burning of those weapons made him scream with joy when the wounds were opened. The pleasure they brought to him made him faster and faster. Powerful, the demon stepped on its deformed paws and strange swaying footsteps, twisting its body and approaching Traqi, who was severely injured by his speed and sharp claws.

His milky-white eyeballs, which had turned into something like blindness, were close to the chief think tank's breathing hard face. Along with it, some purple and gold armor fragments could still be vaguely seen, and the trophies hanging in them were pierced through the flesh in a strange way. Jewelry and splendor could not hide the pungent and fishy depraved bodily fluids flowing out of the monstrous, twisted and decayed body.

Purple foxfire formed the decoration of his deformed skull, and the flames flowed along his hollow and sunken eye sockets, like a demon dripping purple tears of fire while laughing.

The only thing on Traci's mind was how to deal with the demon prince in front of him and at the same time complete the goal of sealing the fatal subspace rift. He almost didn't think much about this question and answer - he would have such a blasphemous question and answer with the devil. It is entirely for the purpose of delaying thinking for a second - "You are just a demon... who will be eliminated by... us... your name is meaningless! Traitor!"

Lord Slaanesh became furious almost immediately. The sharp claws on his deformed limbs viciously penetrated the chest armor of the Chief Librarian, piercing him and his armor at the tips of the claws. He hissed at the Chief Librarian.

"What do you know!!! You ridiculous thing!! How do you know! Santo knows me! He knows who I am! He knows me! I am Julius Kysolon! The First Company of the Emperor's Children Long! I killed Santo! You can only be regarded as his shadow! You crazy people who changed yourself into machines! There is no value and no honor in risking your life for ridiculous mortals! You are all crazy! I think Ferrus can only cry for your madness when he comes!"

"Ferrus never sheds tears!"

"Oh, yes, I'd like to see who makes whom cry. Julius."

Two voices sounded from different places on the platform at the same time. One was Ravus's angry war cry with an electronic texture, and the other——

The Daemon Prince of Slaanesh named Julius Kelsoron froze at that moment.

The demon's bulging body, which was more than thirty feet long, shook violently, ignoring the clan commander's huge power blade that rushed towards him and swung it down - he just dodged it sideways with unparalleled quick reflexes.

The severed lips of the First Captain of the Emperor's Children trembled on the demon's face.

"This speaking voice - you... you are - this is impossible -?! This is impossible -!!!!!!"

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Fulgrim Ishtar, by no means a weakling in his own galaxy, had seen through the machinations of Chaos in the murderous temple and refused the temptation of the enemy.

He fell into the hands of the Dark Eldar and was tortured countless times, and escaped countless times. Each time he was recaptured and tortured on the Haemonculi laboratory because he wanted to save his heirs. Even so, for more than ten years, Phoenix's The descendants have never heard any cry of pain or miserable howl from Phoenix from the alien enemy's broadcasts provoking and trying to sway them, just because he did not want to show any vulnerability or beg for mercy.

When Lord Commander Vespasian of the Emperor's Children burst into the cell where the cruel xenos imprisoned the Phoenix together with Rilanor and the Crow Prince, what they saw moved even Argo Severtarion. The devastation Rhem suffered in the dungeons of the Haemonculi would have killed any Astartes instantly.

Phoenix's own blood became the only covering on his body, and one of his legs - as if to fulfill some cruel image or prophecy - had been chopped off. When he was supported by his heir, When he struggled to stand up, the expression of horror appeared on the face of the Commander of the Night Lords for the first time - he saw Phoenix opening his mouth, and his beautiful voice had been taken away along with his tongue -

But he still forced his vocal cords to vibrate, and made a hoarse, barely audible voice to ask about the current situation of the empire and the whereabouts of his children. Later, because of the division of the empire, the betrayal of his brothers, and the loss of his heirs, he shed his first tear since he was captured.

Therefore, when he found himself in another galaxy with completely different development, Ziting Phoenix had always controlled his emotional fluctuations very well, because he knew that calmness was the emotion he needed most at this time, and Iron-blooded The life aboard the ship indeed made him feel a long-lost peace.

But there is always the calm before the storm.

There are some cruel facts that cannot be ignored.

Just like now, he began to untie the reins of restraint, allowing his emotions to flow freely through his body, igniting his actions like fire.

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Miracle.

Malkan Feros was convinced again.

The Primarch's existence, wherever he may be, is a miracle.

Even in the Hands of Steel, which possesses Fearless's strength and is so well integrated with Fearless's body, he has never seen such extraordinary manipulation and arm-like control.

This Contemptor Fearless often makes the Iron Father who follows him almost forget that it is an iron coffin. Its outer shell is just metal and the flow in its limbs is nothing but black inorganic liquid.

They had followed the noble man in the fearlessness to reach the place with the highest energy reading at an almost impossible speed in a series of thrilling but perfectly controlled landings and one-hit kills or even multiple kills. Witnessing everything on the scene made them accustomed to silence. The fighting Iron Hands also roared with rage.

The Daemon Prince of Slaanesh transformed by the Emperor's Children and the Warp Gate of Pain created by the sacrifice of the entire hive population!

Although they all wanted to offer the glory of the hunt for their father's return, the first time they saw the Daemon Prince, the Primarch asked them to rescue their fallen brother and raid for him.

"He deserves to be killed by me myself."

Having said this, the Contemptor stepped forward fearlessly.

Alvin Ravus looked at the visitor in his huge Terminator armor that was almost integrated with him.

A very unfamiliar Dreadnought, the Contemptor. The golden Garuda that fit tightly on his left body and his movements always gave Ravus a strange feeling, as if the Dreadnaught was acting against the Emperor's Children he was fighting. There is a wonderful sense of déjà vu in the pattern.

But in the end, he stared intently at Fearless's shining silver hands, and slowly retreated to the side of his chief think tank Traqi, who was almost half broken amid Feros's urgent communication.