Warhammer: Start with a dog

no doubt.

Although there is no legendary preset package loaded in his mind, nor is there any memory revolving door that Ichika has inherited from his original body, but based on his bare feet, he is taller than the armored Astartes. Height, these murderous Night Lords cried out in front of him and turned into a group of horrifying wailing monsters, and he was able to determine who he really was——

It’s quite unbearable for a handsome man to be melancholy and silent, a beautiful pear blossom to shed tears, or a well-behaved and cute child to shed tears, but a group of genetically modified killers, seven or eight feet tall and nine hundred pounds heavy, wearing skulls, iron chains and human skin are in front of you. It's more or less...

His eyes turned away silently and in time, turning to the visitor who had stopped ten feet away from the beginning.

This person is——

The Night Lord has a distinctive skull helmet and a unique Nostramo rune engraved on the visor above one eye, all of which reveal his identity.

But let’s limit our understanding of the Eighth Legion to some well-known characters such as Jakob Severtalion and Lamy Zane, who has been passed down by word of mouth for countless transformations.

Of course, you can still identify the other party with the famous Blood Angel Golden Sword!

After all, a large gleaming golden sword suddenly protruded from the midnight-colored power armor, as well as the sword guard with snow-white wings and a huge ruby ​​teardrop in the center. This shape was so conspicuous that no one could ignore it.

To be honest, the moment he saw this beautiful weapon in person, even Lamizane couldn't help but have the thought "It's not entirely to blame the poor and crazy bats who always want to kill people and seize swords."

Just when the other party seemed to be about to make a move, he tentatively called out the name.

"Talos...soul hunter?"

The collapse of the former pharmacist, tenth company commander, enemy of the empire, and current leader of the warband was visible to the naked eye at the moment when a familiar voice appeared in the midnight dream.

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Talos Valcolan's eyepiece was constantly adjusting the focus of the light sensor and the face and figure of the being he was seeing in a futile attempt to falsify.

The light red display vision filled his retinas, and the Nostramo runes screamed excitedly in the machine soul of the power armor.

He was confused.

To him, that was just a hundred years ago. Although his memory was tortured by the ever-increasing genetic problems, he had not forgotten how he hunted that Callidus bitch, and when he shot her At that time, how did the severed head of his beloved, noble, and pitiable genetic father fall to the ground during their battle——

The Midnight Ghost had long since died here, and this planet was the place where he voluntarily sacrificed himself. With his eyes closed, Talos could describe the function and function of each room in the ruins of the palace built of living people, agate, obsidian and ivory. appearance.

He resisted what he saw before him, because it could only be evil witchcraft or resurrection brought about by blasphemous power.

Talos opened his lips. He wanted to rebuke the other party angrily. He wanted to declare to his brothers who had completely surrendered that the dead could not be resurrected and that witchcraft should not be allowed to blaspheme him! Pure clarity of self is far better than...

But.

But when each letter of his name and title was softly hissed out from the lips that were so thin that they almost disappeared with the voice that he had imprinted on the depths of his soul, a flash of memory flashed across his face. In a ten thousandth of an instant, the fog in the soul hunter's mind was split open.

He remembered.

It was not that his increasingly confused second sight had given him no warning in the past, as he had just arrogantly and blindly told Septimus.

It was given to him, and it did warn the prophet of his coming, but he forgot it.

And in the subsequent coma due to side effects, he unforgivably forgot what he said himself, and his brothers took it for granted and reasonably believed that the words and the title he screamed in his unconscious babble were his. The horrifying dream screams their thousands-year-old army motto.

But it didn't matter, he remembered it all now.

The images and feelings in the vision overlapped before his eyes. There was probably less than an ounce of fat under the muscles and pale skin. The skeleton-like giant's eyes as black as midnight were staring at him dimly from behind his black hair.

A creeping phantom pain like needle pricks flashed across the surface of the skin on the back of Talos's neck under his power armor. The strange touch of sharp claws digging into the sensitive and inflamed nerve interface invaded him again, making his hair stand on end.

The night on the surface of the barren gray planet is dark and windy, and only the distant and sparse starlight on the sky illuminates everything and reunions in the wilderness.

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And the shrill wailing from Talos Valcolan's broken mouth, "This is impossible! Father! Is it you?! Father?!" also made Lamizane once again confirm who he is now in the eyes of others. who.

The identity confirmed by the prophet only made the ferocious giant little bats around him scream louder.

...It's really Curze, but although he can feel the unusual power in his body,...

...But the brain center or soul he comes with still doesn't seem to be able to act like a real original body... That's all, anyway, Curze is a super bad guy (there is a voice that he can't hear) He roared angrily in the back of his mind, cursing the most unpleasant words in the Nostramo language). Isn't it just like salted fish? He is best at salted fish.

In addition, judging from his experience of impersonating Perturabo once, for the current plan, he still has to establish a stronghold, clean it up, and then find a few loyal officers before he can start working... (What work?! You What do you want to do to the Eighth Army!)

But the other thing that's looming right now is...

Once he begins to recognize his surroundings, the tactile sensations coming from the soles of his feet, body, fingertips, and scalp are immediately impossible to ignore.

Hell, how long had it been since their floors had been mopped? ! I just stepped on it twice and now the soles of my feet are sticky! ! ! I don’t want to know the actual material composition of what I’m smelling! ...and what does this smell like? ! How long has it been since this man's teeth were brushed? ! vomit vomit vomit. (Someone cursed loudly in anger.)

But obviously the original owner of his current body has lower hygiene requirements and lower awareness of self-management. (Some of Nostramody's worst curse words begin to pour out)

His extremely keen sense of smell and sensory nerve distribution now make him feel uncomfortable all over. At the same time, he misses his clean, plush, and fragrant Perturabo, and the Iron Blood with the specially developed Xinfeng v40000 system. (Who the hell are you describing?!)

——To be honest, at least his Peppa Pig, no matter which one he is, now takes baths on time and takes care of everything from his teeth to his nails!

And now, damn it, he realized that this body was scratched all over after not taking a shower for a long time. This tall, pale, skeleton-like body tightly wrapped in thin muscles had far more sensitivity and messiness than he could imagine. Any experience you’ve ever had.

——It’s true that LOGOS likes to convey some strange things thoughtfully, but the feeling of the sensor is still a layer away. I really miss the self-cleaning function of LOGOS now.

Ahhh my scalp and body are so itchy! Extremely itchy! ! (Gutera swears) Is it possible that there are still interstellar lice and bedbugs on your spaceship? ! (*smooth Nostramo swear words)

The itching feeling under his shoulder blades became more and more serious. He couldn't help but reach out and scratch his itchy pale skin, but then he raised his palms in horror and disgust, staring at the long sharp black nails on them. ——That shiny, thick black color full of greasiness is definitely not the result of dye.

Lamizane refused to think further about what kind of liquid or fat caused the sticky feeling.

He coughed.

The Night Lords raised their heads like meerkats who had heard the commotion. Led by Talos, dozens of pairs of bright red eyepieces stared at him closely with glistening dark lights under the night sky.

"...First of all, give me a detailed report on your investigation of this place - I'll stop it! Don't kill them!!!!"