Warhammer: Start with a dog

(*So you're telling me that after driving me to constantly use my cursed powers, making my damn head spin, and then watching the whole thing, you've concluded that we have to... , find a way to take down the ship that wants to kill us all without any casualties, just because its damn name is the Coronation?)

"Why are you so excited? Yes, that's it. By the way, not only because of its name, but also because its captain is called Aeneas. - I just explained to you the relationship between the two. "

(*This...this is just some coincidence, not a metaphor for omens, and cannot be used as a basis for action! - And Vandrod is not here, if he is there, maybe it will be OK.)

"Fandrod? Talos has reported his ending before. Let me tell you, this ending is actually pretty good - besides, don't you know exactly what everyone should do? You just don't want to get to know them one by one, right? Now, don't you? It seems that if you had an interview with Scalywok at that time, with your ability, you would at least be able to know a lot of what happened next. Nostramo poisoned not only his people, but also affected the use of your talents. The reaction is, to be honest, I feel like there must be someone from the subspace trying to harm you."

The children of Midnight listened silently to the Night King's soliloquy. When these names were mentioned, many of them moved their bodies uneasily.

(*...You wait, you wait! When I get my body back, I will use the most violent and delicate techniques to cut you into a thousand pieces! Let you live and howl for seven days and seven nights! (Like a baby crying) high-pitched roar))

"It is indeed a very shocking threat. It sounds like even the hair on its tail is exploding. It is really a terrifying hair duster."

(*Bah!... If you can continue to let Macharion use that damn patience to coax that silly little brat, indeed, I have seen that after a while, you can trick them closer and then carry out deception. Jumping gangs to fight, but within today, intact? If this kind of whim of yours can succeed, then I can not even pursue the abominable Leon and Sanguinius who deserve to be stuffed into the star and burned alive!)

"...Hua Hao, this is what you said."

(*(alert hiss) What do you want?)

"Nothing." Lamizane turned his eyes to Talos who was standing aside.

The prophet who received the signal from the Gene Father stepped forward, ready to be dispatched. The First Claw surrounded him with silent and dark pride, forming a circle of sharp claws and bat-winged beasts around their father. The night fortress decorated with skull faces, the broken Imperial eagle emblem silently reflected the dim light of the dashboard on their worn-out breastplates that had been polished as bright as they could.

Now the "Midnight Ghost" is sitting high on the brand-new throne in the center of the bridge command deck of the Cursed Echo.

According to the highest instructions of the Lord of the Night, this deck has now been rewashed, arranged, and decorated with fear and fear by the slaves who were temporarily brought up from the lower deck. A row of heads, human skins, and skulls that were originally hung on the portholes and the top of the command deck The skeletons of the corpses—including the half of the Astartes corpse that originally belonged to the Night Lord wizard Rune—had been removed.

The thick dirt and complex black mud on the steps and floor were carefully removed bit by bit with a shovel and detergent (from Dietrian's (forced) invention), and the dirt and non-burnable garbage shoveled out It was directly pushed into the atmosphere and burned up. People on the surface of the planet were surprised to see that for the first time in the gray sky that had been silent for ten thousand years, a little gold shone in Thesa Guasa.

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"Here she comes, my lord."

Lamizane nodded, and then the Night Lords separated like a night curtain with lightning, revealing the mortal woman behind them.

It can be seen that the slave navigator has tried his best to organize himself for this interview.

Her long hair was combed into a bun and covered with a headscarf, and the third eye on her forehead was covered with a black ribbon. Her uniform was still wrinkled and dirty, but it was better than that of most of the ship's crew - navigators always had privileges, and it was more likely that she hadn't been with them long enough.

Octavia stepped forward and gave the Lord of the Night an elegant and ancient curtsy in the manner of a Terran noble.

"Your Highness. Eurydice of the Melvalion family, Octavia (number eight) of the master of Talos, come at your summons." She said, although she looked nervous, her movements were meticulous.

It was at this moment that many people who witnessed this scene truly and suddenly realized that there was indeed a person with an identity sitting on this high bronze throne.

All the mortal officers on the bridge, no matter what style or color of uniforms they wore, some were old and shabby uniforms of the legion, and some were the red clothes of the slave officers of the Red Pirates. At this moment, they all appeared to be in awe from the bottom of their hearts. It is not fear or fear, it is respect for the living and powerful proof of the glorious existence of the human empire thousands of years ago.

"Very good," the pale demigod nodded to her, "The people on Terra will never know what a precious treasure they gave away casually, the eighth sequence, the eighth daughter, the eighth slave. Talos of the Eighth Legion.”

"My lord."

"This slave of yours will serve me now."

"As you wish."

The dark eyes turned to the trembling but firmly standing navigator girl, "Well, I won't tell you any secrets. Now I need you to guide this ship to complete an ultra-short subspace jump. You can get the specific parameters from the Master of the Oracle and the Get them from the Mistress of Communication, and use your channel ability to paralyze them with a directed psychic storm after the jump. Talos, Valiel, and Dietrian will all assist you."

"Your Highness..." Octavia was obviously at a loss, "I have never tried doing this... this... maybe I can try to knock out their navigator through guidance..."

"It's everyone on that ship. Including the ship, mortals, officers and Astartes." The Night King's tone was calm and certain. Talos felt his eyelids beating wildly under his helmet. "Your psychic energy reserve is almost There will definitely be shortcomings, but don’t worry, your ability and responsibility lies in guiding without interference.”

His dark eyes turned to the lined-up Fierce Claws, with pink, red or blue light reflected in his eyes, "We happen to have some things here that are not very clean but are rich in psychic nutrients. They are very suitable for what we are going to play." Firewood for the Siren’s Song.”

"Your Highness..." Octavia looked like she was about to faint, "I..."

"If you do it, I will, in the name of the Lord of the Eighth Legion, allow your child to choose any path he wants to choose, and he will always be protected by myself and the Legion."

Talos and Sirion both looked extremely disapproving of the idea, but said nothing.

(*…Are you sure that being ‘protected by Conrad Curze and the Night Lords’ is something to be proud of and fight for?)

But Curze's voice soon disappeared.

Because everyone saw it, a glimmer of light immediately returned to the navigator's eyes, sweat began to flow down her forehead, and the smell of fear was replaced by another smell.

She caressed her barely visible bulge.

"Yes." Lamizane promised, "Adequate nutrition, a stable environment, normal education, and absolute protection. He can choose to be whatever he wants."

"He? Your Highness, is he... a boy?"

"Yes, a boy. A healthy boy."

Silent exclamations spread like ripples among the mortal crew, spreading farther and farther, and hope began to rekindle in the eyes of every old man.

Talos knew why. The reproduction of the crew on the Cursed Echo has always been a problem, and plundering new slaves was not easy for the Broken Warband, which was increasingly scarce and lacked basic equipment and resources. They were unwilling to rely on the Black Legion and the Red Pirates. Or as a result of any Chaos Power they are slowly decaying and dying.

The last and only Voidspawn to be successfully born during their wandering journey of hundreds or ten thousand years had just died in a Blood Angels raid.

And now they have news of a new baby, and he is predicted by their monarch to be born and grow up healthily.

"I understand." The navigator raised her head, her eyes becoming determined, "I will do it. Your Highness."

"Very well." They saw a pale smile appear on the face of the Night Lord, and few realized that he was dressed in rags. He cursed the Echo and enjoyed the feeling of being controlled by a powerful helmsman again after ten thousand years.

"The crown of night has been lost long ago. So, let's start from here and let the crown brought by Aeneas crown me."