Warhammer: Start with a dog

The cruiser of the Third Company of the Origin Chapter is wandering tens of thousands of kilometers away from the Echo of the Damned, like a patient little carnivore. Although it is small, it treats its prey cunningly and methodically.

Her captain is Sergeant Aeneas, who is the highest officer in his company assigned to lead the remaining squads as the remaining squadrons, and also commands everyone aboard the cruiser, according to the Codex Astartes. The regulations and tactical arrangements for such situations are meticulous.

So far, all battle situations are developing according to certain situations described in the holy scriptures - most of them.

"Have you not been able to contact them yet?"

"Our distance is too far, Lord Aeneas." The Lord of Communication replied.

"Where's the periodic life sign? Lord of the Oracles."

"Lord Ptolemion's signal transmitter is still working normally at the usual power. Sir, the signals from others are not very clear, but based on judgment, they may still be there."

This is a bit strange. Although those traitor scum are as easy to be defeated one by one as a pile of loose sand, they are usually not so lax. After all, they are not attacking the hedonistic warband of the Emperor's Children, but the descendants of the Midnight Ghost. These evil and The claws of the shadowy beast are foul-smelling but razor-sharp.

"How is the subsequent organization of the gang jumping team?"

"The two jumping torpedoes are fully loaded and ready to be launched at any time, my lord."

"What's the status of the void shield?"

"All generator sets are operating normally."

"Where are the light spears and other weapons?"

"You can enter the final charging stage at any time, sir."

It can't be launched yet, Aeneas thought to himself, Ptolemion and the others may still be alive, and even optimistically thought that since the Origin Chapter can be said to have completely grasped the initiative of the ambush this time, their champion brothers may have already After finishing the mopping up of their squad, they were soon able to seize the bridge deck of the ancient traitor warship and send them a victory transmission.

He thought for another moment, during which the beacon signal on the Ptolemion armor was received again, indicating that it and its master's data were still functioning normally.

"After the twenty countdown, launch a jump torpedo at the target."

said Aeneas.

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"Dear Lord of the Night."

After the assigned work at hand temporarily came to an end, the first person to speak was Bishop Dietrian, who was currently theoretically working for "Prophet" Talos.

As a member of the researchers on Mars, most of Bishop Dietrian's body has been gradually replaced with an almost perfect structure composed of metal and machinery over the past many years. He has always been proud of it. Therefore, and based on simple, objective and absolutely rational concepts, it is absolutely harmful to allow them to be affected by subspace to maintain their appearance and working condition.

So that's why he still proudly wears the robe of the Om Messiah, as rust-red as Martian soil, wherever he goes, and can rely on his own abilities in any bad environment (not because he still has With a small boat of your own, a group of assistants and a large fleet of heavily armed servitors and drones), you can win a precious piece of clean and peaceful working environment.

The pale giant who heard him spoke made a meaningless monosyllable from his throat that resembled a careless inquiry.

"Ummm?"

By the way, he tugged on the cable that was temporarily used as a belt around the waist of his red robe. Dietrian was extremely heartbroken to see several new wrinkles appear on his "requisitioned" red robe, which made him The carefully ironed robe began to become a little wrinkled - now he was wearing his spare robe, which was not as suitable as the original one. His assistant, the priest named "Absolute Gap" ran smartly After going back and getting it for him, Dietrian decided that he could add an additional 120 minutes of extra-patient survival time to this assistant who had been repeatedly testing the bottom line of his patience.

"My Lord," the Bishop chose his words carefully. Although he had cooperated with the Legion for centuries, after witnessing many events, would the sacred covenant between Mars and the Legion Astartes still be strengthened by this man who had already cooperated with the Legion for centuries? Dietrian was not so sure as to the extent to which His Highness, who was recorded as dead, had been confirmed and executed. "I wonder why we do this?"

He raised his slender mechanical fingers and pointed at the power armor that had been temporarily stuffed into his workshop. The number and completeness of it made him dizzy - how many usable parts and spares could be modified from these? pieces! Maybe he can also secretly get some and exchange them for precious resources that have been out of stock for a long time when he has the opportunity.

Their original owners have been dragged out and locked into the lower-level slave cells or vacant interrogation rooms, and the beautiful and ancient set of armor in front of them is the precious treasure that originally belonged to the champion of the Origin Chapter, Ptolemion. , now it is filled with probes and cables, used to deceive the machine spirit inside and make the beacon send out an error message that everything is fine.

"Otherwise, what do you want to do?" His Highness Conrad Coates asked in his poetic voice.

Fire of Mars, he even sounds almost interesting and rational. The Mechanical Bishop thought, "I have detected the problem with the void shield before and temporarily restored it, but it is still on the verge of overload and may fall at any time. I think we should give priority to going to the site to check and repair the external transmission tower. If With your permission, I would like a squadron of Astartes escorts to accompany me aboard the hull for repairs."

"Oh, this, I have an impression, please wait a moment."

(*Your memory is really bad. I have shown you how he repaired it and the scene during the repair at least twice. How do you have such a brain?)

"Have you always had a good memory? Come on, show me."

(*…I have a very good memory! This is the last time I show it to you!)

"In the end, you couldn't even figure out the life and death of Sevatar - wasn't it because you couldn't write it down before? A good memory is not as good as a bad pen." Lamizane, who was talking to himself in the void, suddenly turned his head, and the Mechanical Bishop All the cameras on the metal face shook together, "Do you have a pen and paper?"

Dietrian looked at the other party blankly. His brain chip quickly searched the database for the meaning and metaphor of "paper and pen" in the cultural vocabulary of the one hundred and seventy-six civilized worlds he knew, until he found the one in front of him. People noticed the mapping data pad on the side of his belt.

"This will work too!"

The mechanical bishop's waist was empty, and the data pad was already in the opponent's hand.

"Dear Your Highness, please wait a moment, that person needs my private secret..."

The Mechanical Bishop's loudspeaker was suddenly disconnected, and he was shocked to feel that all the machine spirits and codes in the data board and the code box were cheering to welcome the other party's review.

"Ah, okay, that's it, I've remembered it, here it is."

(*If you gave it to him, I won’t show it to you next time. You’d better remember them more this time.)

"Didn't you remember that? You just said, 'I have a very good memory'. Why, don't you?"

(*…(some kind of angry hissing threats and curses))

When Dietrian began to carefully read the contents of the data pad, he found that it contained all the damage levels, specific conditions, required countermeasures and materials for the three external transmission towers he originally planned to repair, and detailed information. The level of familiarity with materials and heavy engineering servitors is like...

It was as if... Dietrian himself made a decision based on the situation on the scene after arriving at the scene.

This even specifies which servitors are needed to handle which transmission tower.

But it was impossible for the Night King to know all the servitor numbers in the maintenance engineering team of a mechanical bishop before this.

This is crazy and illogical.

The Mechanical Bishop, who had not seen those powerful wizards and the most famous prophets, began to fall into clicking calculations.

It is impossible for anyone to completely and accurately detail a prophetic event.

This is the same as someone telling you that 1+1 can always, only, and definitely equal 2.

"How's it going?" Lamizane saw Dietrian who had fallen silent and asked again, "Is this enough for you to send them to deal with? I also need you to do another thing for me here."

"That's enough." After recovering from the impact of the data stream, Dietrian recalled the ancient etiquette and bowed deeply to the person in front of him, "But at your command, Your Highness."

"Great, then I need you now..."