Warhammer: Start with a dog

When Talos and his brothers heard the first death chants of the Howling Banshees through their helmets, the effects of the alien's invisible sonic attacks became apparent faster than the effects of physical weapons.

The prophet felt the smell of his own nosebleed in his mouth. He gritted his teeth and connected all the channels with the communication rosary.

"This is the 'Prophet', reporting on your situation! All Talon Commanders!"

"Second Fiery Claw and the fifth and sixth teams have cleared the rooms and corridors in the northwest corner. The rest of us are okay, but Murilash lost both of his legs... Oh, let me see, I may not be able to save my hands either. , he rushed forward too much, those pointed ears almost cut him into a human stick..."

"The Fourth Fierce Claw was attacked by those Kalshiels in the middle! The howl penetrated the helmets and stunned many people... The firepower of the Seventh Team has covered us, and we are making a tactical retreat towards the Twelve Corridors on the left while counting the losses."

"The Sixth and Seventh Fiery Claws are fighting in the southeast corner! Damn it! Get away! You stupid dog of the false emperor! Don't be stupidly exposed to their shuriken guns...ah!!!"

The last scream showed that the pain came very quickly and intensely, but Talos called up the data and looked at Faltom's life signal. Well, it didn't become a straight line, so don't worry about him. Now they have Plenty of fallback cover to call the pharmacist.

Again, closer, he heard that distinctive scream, but there was almost no movement from the ordinary Eldar soldiers. He tightened his grip on his weapon and began to walk at the pace his father had taught him.

Tonight, the desserts at the Night King's banquet have been finished, and the main course is about to be served.

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To be honest, those ordinary Eldar soldiers are not very difficult targets to deal with. Even the aliens themselves who so arrogantly call humans inferior creatures and monkeys are still divided into cannon fodder and elites. In the sixty years of initial contact, Within minutes, the Astartes had killed most of the relatively weak aliens, but the Howling Banshee had already taken the opportunity to sneak deeper.

Before the elites of these warrior shrines arrived, the battle situation here was almost one-sided - because the cooperation between the six claws of the Night Lord and the third company of the Origin Chapter on this battlefield with special terrain... was extremely wonderful.

In fact, both the Night Lords and the Children of the Origin discovered this fact with great emotion towards each other - and those who were reluctant to do the bidding of the unholy betrayer would find out to their horror once they followed the steps. , the hard battle can turn out to be as smooth as a heated blade cutting through butter - the Night Lord is the blade, and the Children of Origin are the heater - with the seemingly step-by-step coordinated firepower, those vicious heretics pounced and cut. Cutting through the opponent's line of troops is as easy as midnight's blade slicing through the throat of the Eldar's strange armor.

On the contrary, the ruby-colored Astartes become more frightened and suspicious of themselves as they fight, while the Night Lords are getting better and better, enjoying such a rare hunting process - yes! When you cut into difficult enemies as a blade, you will have precise, calm, and absolutely solid fire cover around you. There will be no worries about unpredictable chaos and unplanned changes. You can retreat immediately when encountering danger. The feeling of entering and re-arming and reloading the defensive perimeter - so reassuring! So efficient, the sound of bullets, the whistling of weapons and the sound of broken armor falling to the ground are playing a harmonious and cruel symphony of life harvesting under the invisible command.

Even without the primarch's ingenious arrangements, the information Talos received from the communication rosary was enough for him to conclude that the Howling Banshee's death dance was trying to completely eliminate the brothers who wanted to protect him with no less than a hundred people. inference.

——If the original strength of the Night Lords with only eighty-one men and the tattered equipment and lack of ammunition were followed, then the reverberation of the Eighth Legion, he and most of his brothers would indeed be as powerful as he was in the nightmare of the Supreme Heaven. As told by the ghost, die here, die in Thesa Guarsa, die in the tomb of this castle that should have died with the death of the original body ten thousand years ago, a person suitable for being born in the night and living in the night. The resting place of the murderous child, yes.

But (BUT).

This time things can be different. Their returning father personally promised him a different future, a future that he could try to struggle with.

And now, it's not eighty-one versus two hundred and sixteen.

A bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of Talos Valcolan's mouth when he saw the supernatural heat mist appear in front of his eyes - it was one hundred and eighty versus two hundred and sixteen, and the "king" was not him anymore. .

It feels really good to have someone to carry you at this moment, but the soul hunter will never tell anyone how he feels at this moment.

The veil of heat mist lifts as reality sighs.

She emerged from the darkness.

The remaining members of the First Claw were sternly ordered to leave, but Talos knew they had not gone far.

The relic bolter fired at the tall, slender figure, but as expected, not a single bullet in the violent storm hit the target.

Talos' Terminator helmet and retinas feature an aiming processor and automatic crosshair, and his centuries-old fighting instincts allow him to fire even faster.

It was useless, she was too fast, she was like dancing on the blade, walking in the void, a void walker.

The howling banshee Phoenix Lord's long blade rushed towards a certain wall in the room before their eyes could see clearly - that was Markutian who was worried about Talos - his breastplate was covered with paper like paper. The blade pierced through, and the heavy bolter arched his back, spitting out bright red blood and fragments of internal organs from his mouth - and someone immediately dragged him away.

Talos rushed over and fired his melta gun continuously at the hateful Banshee King - it was equally dangerous to himself and the enemy at this distance, but he didn't care.

He had some success - at least a small hole opened in her helmet when she turned her head sideways. He saw the wet eyes in the opponent's slanted eyes with obvious Eldar characteristics pointing at the muzzle of the gun. of light.

"You." She pulled away, and the black flame three-edged blade in her hand repeled the Night Lords who wanted to come in like a storm, and almost cut two of them in half - the blade whirled back to her In his hands, he showed supernatural and unexplainable power.

Her Gothic language carried a reluctant and arrogant pronunciation, "Hunter of souls, prophet of the Eighth Legion, you must die here, in order that there will be no more bloody nights, and for the continued existence of the Ark, Wu The prophets of Svi have seen it.”

Talos responded by swearing and drawing his golden sword.

"In my preview, you are not like this now."

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Blood flowed from Talos's body. The blade of his Olum Golden Sword had been cut off by one of the strongest warriors of the Eldar Tribe. He barely used the broken sword to support himself, and it was torn and penetrated in many places. Penetrating and slashing wounds, and the scorching heat of fire. One of his hearts has been pierced by the banshee's blade, and the other is working hard to maintain his last breath.

But he didn't make it easy for his opponent. According to what he was told, he succeeded in causing great damage to the Phoenix Lord to a degree that was almost impossible for an Astartes: one of the Eldar Banshee's legs was chopped off. Wounded, one hand was reduced to a stump by an overloaded melta gun - which also burned off a portion of Talos' body.

"It's all over. Talos." The Phoenix Lord howling the banshee limped over. Her voice sounded almost gentle. If you ignore the mocking meaning in it, "Don't be afraid, all mortals are mortal." . It would be good for you to die here for the sake of Usvi’s life.”

She brought her sharp blade to Talos's neck.

The soul hunter spat acidic spit on the ground. His vision turned black. He could no longer hold the hilt of the sword. His damaged armor made a crackling sound of electric arcs. The life support system had been destroyed by the black flames of the banshee. The last remaining The life was draining from him.

A object that was so fast that its shape and color could barely be seen jumped out of the shadows. The tips of its claws fiercely clawed into the Phoenix Lord's visor and throat, and then tore down her strong ancient artifact silver armor. The Hand of Asuryan and the Phoenix Lord were captured here forever in some supernatural howl.

Tears of blood began to flow from the eyes in every shrine of the Howling Banshee in the distant Craftworld.

The sharp teeth are about to fall——

"Keep your tongue in mind!"

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(*Why did you stop me at the last moment?) There was obvious dissatisfaction and desire for harvest in Coz's voice, (*It wouldn't be a big problem even if I let her eat her - the little girl of the Melvalion family The girl has trimmed the surrounding sea of ​​souls very well, and I can deal with the guys who come to her in it alone.)

"Because I need to keep her for use. It will be of great use."

A suspicious tone and vigilant tone immediately took over Midnight Ghost's words, (*What? You don't want to stir up some alien and heretical stuff behind my back, do you? I'm warning you...)

"Of course not - where did you learn this sentence pattern? You are not allowed to imitate my idiom in chatting! -"

(*What is that, you'd better explain it to me.)

"Thesaguarsa is short of fresh water, isn't it?"

(*What’s wrong? You put it politely, this place doesn’t even have underground water.)

"Do you still remember what happened when Jaan Zar took his first step onto this planet?"

(*Tsk, isn’t it just those dramatic appearances, mystical storms and lightning that the Eldar love to use...etc?!)

"I think with enough rain, our agricultural development plan can now start to be implemented on time."