Warhammer: Start with a dog

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Lamizane Carosini was shocked and seriously (?) thought about the entire situation in front of him for about a few seconds, and then knocked on the black and white dog in the psychic communication. When he did not get a response, he got a fierce and violent response. After feeling like "I'm very busy, you need to eat and talk to me later", I decided to give up what I said before and asked the question directly.

"So is there anything I can do?" He asked towards the huge Iron Angel statue that perfectly combines steel, machinery, psychic energy and electronic products. "Although I can't quite figure out what happened, I always feel that The situation at the moment is not good." He rubbed his arms.

"It's very bad. If they can't 'pull' the things on 'that side' out of the magic circle in the next few minutes, either the 'thread' will break, and if Angron is lucky, he will stay there forever. At his point in time, it's worse to be eternally wandering and lost in the tides of the warp; either we pull the 'thread' out, but somehow the number of variables on that end becomes so high that it far exceeds the highest It is expected and designed that the upper limit of safety... is very likely that at the moment of pulling out, everything here will be detonated and then reduced to atoms in the supernova explosion caused by the annihilation of space and time."

“…the result was something that sounded so exaggerated that it started to lose its sense of reality to me.”

"It may even exceed the supernova level. According to calculations, the probability of creating a singularity black hole directly in situ is not zero. They probably didn't tell you out of protection measures..." The huge Iron Angel statue transformed by Dorn His eyes were flashing with violent light spots and psychic light, "But I don't think so. Perturabo has always been prone to such small problems in places like this... but he can usually overcome it by his own ability. However, this time things are indeed beyond everyone’s control... Come here..."

Lamizane walked over as instructed, and a small crystal memory storage appeared on the Iron Angel's chest, "Unlock it and you can read the next steps. This is much more accurate and reliable than me telling you in words."

"Uh... although it is a taboo to transfer unknown mobile storage devices to your own host... but it should be okay, after all, this is our home court?" Lamizane muttered something about Gutera. With common sense of safety, he approached the small glowing crystal and asked, "How do I unlock it?"

"Gene lock," the other party replied, "the original genetic code is unique - there are only eighteen of them in this galaxy."

Lamizane shrugged, "Okay, I knew it." He picked it up and then kissed the crystal.

"Wow." The Fourth Primarch breathed out.

"Okay, doesn't this look like nothing?"

Dorn watched his eyes tremble violently.

"Isn't that just this? Hey, I thought it was some kind of sophisticated and difficult job! It's true for Pepe, I can still do this simple thing!"

The face of the huge steel angel seemed to be trembling, his calculation speed was faster, and condensation water began to condense on the surface of his steel one by one.

Didn't Perturabo make a mistake...? But...?

The Fourth Primarch's body stepped into the site where the psychic surge had begun to surge like waves in the real world.

Dorn's stable power spreading throughout the hall is still protecting the people present, but the power of the highest heaven that originally only struck sporadicly and annihilated the shield has now become more violent and unscrupulous, and the impact the shield has withstood is so It is so powerful that it can almost be traced by the aura to the shape of a honeycomb structure that is originally invisible to the naked eye.

Only Lamizane Carosini walked mutteringly, looking like the kind of man who could kill a mortal with a single touch - body and soul - or turn him into a Chaos Spawn. ——The psychic wave was just like an ordinary blue wave. He even had the time to scatter the hungry and invisible inanimate beings waiting for an opportunity to jump onto his body and arms.

Those vicious things that come into contact with his body have little intelligence, but are very dangerous - they melt like ice that encounters light, completely -

The auspicious readings on Dorn's visual interface clearly told him that those things were not the demons they knew in the usual sense and returned to the subspace after being destroyed - those things were indeed completely "erased" or "neutralized" "It no longer exists. It has been restored. Where it was annihilated, only the most basic cosmic particles and the power of ether remain. No matter who comes, no one can discover what originally existed here in reality and subspace. It is indescribable and indescribable. Constructed, irreversible.

This power actually takes effect on both sides of the curtain at the same time.

When Donne realized this, he immediately understood why Perturabo had not turned to Lami Zane for help in this situation. The risk is indeed too great. It was indeed for insurance reasons, but not Lamizane - it was to protect their target and everyone nearby.

"It's my fault. It turns out that I was the one who made the mistake of empiricism and pride." The huge steel angel sighed softly in the wall. His steel umbilical cord connected everyone in the hall. Perturabo was in his car. , there are countless auxiliary screens floating around, and I am so busy that I want to use my tail to tap the input device. At this time, he saw the bright brown eyes of the black and white plush tyrant glance towards him, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally.

Is that the pride of victory in those eyes? Donn didn't know, but he was so blessed at the moment that he put on Magna's usual expression towards the other party.

The border collie put away the distraction for a moment and continued to devote himself to his work.

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Angron Petra began to worry about whether he could fulfill his promise to those who trusted him.

The huge psychic barrier light ball that enveloped all of them indeed took them away from the coral dome of the Cantor's Palace on Istvan III - they saw the first high-energy bomb of orbital bombing a second before leaving. Falling on it, the dome begins to collapse——

The beacon turned completely red and flashed for the last time. Everyone felt that a 'thread' was divided into countless strands and woven into an invisible 'giant network', and then all of them were involved in the dangerous wave of subspace. .

"I never imagined that the travel experience of leaving a void ship in this place would be like this." Sage Rilanor made a sharp comment on this, "Just like I never dared to imagine that the Geller force field formed by someone's mind can be firm. , solid, pure and thick to this extent.”

The Contemptor fearlessly raised his paws and tapped the translucent, lightly glowing wall of the ball. It responded to his tentative tap with a strange touch, solid and soft.

"To be honest, after this force field is so thick, when I look outside, I really can't feel much impact other than anger and disgust. Now I fully understand how powerful a primarch can be, and I also understand the greatness of His Majesty the Emperor. .”

"This is not something I can do on my own, General Manager of the Royal Court. As I said, I have support, but we have indeed been drifting here for too long," Angron Petra frowned slightly, not knowing Whether it was due to the light from the ball wall, the King of Iron Heart also seemed to be glowing faintly. "According to my original guess, we should just pass by here quickly and then fall into the physical universe."

"Ha! Maybe they originally only wanted to catch your big fish, but they didn't expect that you brought hundreds of small fish and the net couldn't be dragged!"

"Haha... It shouldn't be that big of a deal, right? After all, it should be possible to pull... up... with just a little bit of force, right?"

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Pseudonym - not really a pseudonym, just using his former name - the former Imperial Regent is tightening his grip on his scepter, trying to maintain the integrity of dimensions and time and space while trying to "drag" what's inside out.

What the hell! Even the twelfth one who has completely changed will not have such a heavy "influence" on the scale! What happened over there? !

A pair of hands stretched out and grabbed the golden eagle scepter - the flames on it condensed in a roaring sound, and reluctantly turned into a stream of black gold and flowed back to the scepter and the hand.

The old man stared at the hands and his owner with horrified eyes.

"Well, I've seen the action of trawling a fishing net many times! No problem!" said the confident librarian, and as he pulled hard, and then pulled again——

"Angron is a little heavier than I thought? But I am also the body of the original body now, so the weight should be no problem... Let me try again... I think it should be almost...?"

As a large "spray" of etheric energy was splashed onto the floor of the hall, it immediately dissipated into a thick white fog of energy that obscured the view.

The flame of the Golden Eagle Scepter returned to its normal burning height.

Crack, crackle.

The sound of many ceramic metals hitting the ground.

"...Huh? What, is Angron's armor broken? What...what..."

Lamizane and Kadu'er suddenly found themselves among hundreds of space warriors who still smelled of the smoke of war.

Silence is the signal tonight.

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"Angron Petra!!!!!!!!" Perturabo BC's angry roar echoed under the high dome of the Hall of Omens.