Warhammer: Start with a dog

"This power armor is very old." Dietrian, who came from behind, immediately began to teach his apprentice with great interest, "Look, these characteristics... Oh, this is a very old Mark II fragment, and there are some unusual impacts and severe ablation marks here... And from the fragments, it seems that there are more than one Fifth Legion soldier who died here..."

"Okay, Dietrian, the teaching time can be postponed." The black and white cat on Ramizane's shoulder had all its hair exploded, grabbing his high shoulders and refusing to get off, which made everyone alert, but this cave with a length, width and height of dozens of meters and filled with dead organic and inorganic matter was still dark, but some unusual odor molecules and dust were stirred up and captured by the sensitive genetic modification organs of Astartes.

Although the "psychic" creations of the Lord of Night have prevented them from being affected too much by the crazy ruins here, the odor factor is still very subtle.

It is the smell of machinery and flesh fully integrated and then burned by high energy.

It is not the normal smell of war ruins.

The Night Lords who are proficient in the art of flesh and blood are very sure of this.

Flesh and blood are like machines, machines are like flesh and blood, and things without souls have the flexibility of living things.

They tasted the dark machines that are more heretical than heresy, and the hungry and rotten smell of flesh and blood creations fused with the bad energy of the warp. As Dietrian said, "Even I, who left Mars and wandered on the edge of darkness for ten thousand years, feel too blasphemous."

Bolt guns, heavy bolt guns, chainsaw axes and power swords were raised silently.

The smell of dead people and dead machines became stronger, with an unbearable fishy and scalding heat.

The hunting vision of the Night Lords that can see all living things is still dark.

"This is not a normal temperature, and it is definitely not a real temperature. Otherwise, we would not be able to see it."

"Stand behind us!" Charles raised his new thunder hammer and shouted loudly, pressing the switch of the force field. The crackling energy force field began to jump on the hammer head. He and Ptolemyon strode forward at the same time. The latter held a gun and his highly defensive golden eagle shield to cooperate with Charles to move forward.

"Your Highness!" Ditrian had already begun to lead his apprentice, who was desperately covering his ears, to the corner of the entrance. "You said that the command center and power source here are dormant!"

"I did." Ramizane stood back calmly, and his black and white cat jumped down and began to arch its back and roar at a certain place in the dark. The Lord of the Night turned on the light at that place. "But this thing is not alive, and it is difficult to judge its sleeping quality."

When the huge black shadow crawled towards them on the ground with several metal limbs at a high speed, they initially thought it was a giant mechanical insect-a spider or something like that-Ditrian raised his high-energy pulse gun confidently.

Amid the indescribable stench of a swamp filled with corpses, the thick mist of heated and steaming motor oil, the murmurs of countless murdered people over the past ten thousand years, the human souls and their resentment that were cut and gnawed into pieces but could not be dissipated, and the strange laughter of the subspace creatures hovering above the rotting corpses, a figure that could only appear from the most primitive and deepest nightmare appeared before everyone's eyes.

"...Holy ASS!"

"Oh, the big wrench of the Om Messiah!"

Someone cursed.

What appeared in front of them was a creation that could not be accurately described in normal language.

When the Lord of the Night projected a faint beam of light on her, people saw countless internal organs rolling in the transparent amniotic fluid tank formed by the metal frame: some were adults, some were children, some were humans, and some were aliens. The tentacles of the metal machinery penetrated all the flesh and blood, weaving a web of swollen and deformed debris soaked in rotten amniotic fluid in her huge bulging belly.

Yes, almost everyone was surprised to find that the neck of this blasphemous creation was not a head, but a female figure made of rusted metal and rotten flesh and bones. It was connected to the organs in the culture tank below with various cables, as if she relied on them to absorb the slurry with strong ammonia and indole smell and concentrated fermented nutrients.

She even had extremely long, messy hair, but if you look closely, those long hair-like things are flying in the air like some kind of tentacles or the head of an eyeless carnivorous hagfish. At the end of them, there are tiny, shining hungry nano-teeth and micro-drills. Obviously, the result of any unfortunate guy thrown in is that he will be drilled into a porous flesh sponge immediately.

The woman on the huge object that crawled over raised her head and roared vaguely at the uninvited guests from behind her messy hair with her black, long, toothless mouth. At first, they thought she was speaking a language they couldn't understand or the roar of a beast.

But then they understood what she was saying, without any instructions, the muzzle lights of the bolt guns lit up at the same time, and several melta grenades were accurately thrown at the monster.

"Hungry!" she roared, "Food! Give me!"

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"The Throne of Lies!"

"The Throne is above!"

"What the hell is this?!"

After a round of bombardment, the uninvited guests found that her movement speed was slower than it seemed, because although she was big enough, the strange swollen organ was not her foot. Those spider-like limbs showed the simplicity, crudeness and clumsiness that did not match her body. She seemed to move fast only because she was big enough.

So although those bolters failed to break the enemy's defense, the hot melt grenades obviously caused damage and frightened her. She cursed them viciously, but her desire for fresh food made her linger around. In the precise defensive attacks again and again, the ancient and decayed armor and cables were torn off, and her claws and teeth and long hair also tore the ceramic steel of the Space Marines. The little bit of flesh and blood she ate made her more eager, and she attacked them like a hyena.

"The Witch of Salamas," a voice said, "Once the Supreme Sage and Mistress of Ulan Huda. Now she is just a thing that knows nothing except the appetite to survive."

"Ulan Huda?! Star Hunter?! Planet Devouring Engine?!" Apparently someone recognized this term. "I thought it was broken or destroyed when it escaped into the warp!"

"Obviously, it was almost destroyed. It should have been destroyed by the True Gold Khan and his White Scars warriors in a desperate assault. The central furnace was destroyed, and most of the power was lost when it jumped to the vicinity of Thessaguasa. But it radiated chaotic biomechanical energy outward in the warp. Focus on attacking her limbs on one side. These should be inferior materials that were pieced together later. She was cut in half by Lion El'Jonson in the last battle and lost her ability to move. Otherwise, we wouldn't have it so easy-"

With a shrill howl and an even louder scream from the Mad Witch, her fermented viscera jar, which was tightly protected by broken metal and a glimmering shield, made a cracking sound, and the cracks began to spread like cracks on the ice as the claws penetrated the part.

The triumphant black and white long-haired cat emerged from the crack under the blasphemous organ sludge tank, and no one noticed when he jumped there.

(*Why don't you use the most certain way we see to solve it? I can do it while you guys are chatting there...)

"...Run!!! Damn it!!!!!!!"

With a light sound like ice cracking.

A stench like the mixture of sewer swill baked by the scorching sun, seabird viscera fermented in the stomach of sea beasts for three years, spoiled canned pickled herring and the excrement and vomit of patients with gastroenteritis quickly filled this almost closed space.

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"Guess why I...vomit...don't...vomit..."

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(Note 1: I did some research on the place name Ulan Huda. According to Mongolian, the closest name to Ulan Huda should be Ulan Hada, a red mountain. Some people would say Chifeng in Inner Mongolia, which is also correct. However, the Ulan Hada Volcanic Geological Park in Inner Mongolia is more in line with the characteristics of the Forged World, because the mountains in this place are all named after the alchemy furnace, and they will be listed first in the English tourist map. The name of the furnace + Ulan Hada is almost certainly borrowed from the name here)