Warhammer: Start with a dog

"This place will be completely unusable if it is not cleaned and disinfected thoroughly. Fortunately, I originally thought that after being baptized by the high temperature of the melta bomb and the exploding power furnace, at least this place would not be filled with too many disgusting things."

After a group of human excrements rushed to the nearest high ground and tried their best to crawl out, rush out of the "gap" and triggered the highest level biochemical alarm of the automatic servo skull, they are now squatting in embarrassment in the Coronation's large bathhouse The two sides looked at each other.

Without the help of servants and maids, this vat of spoiled raw pickled organ soup that has been fermented for nine thousand years would be so smelly that it would be difficult for a mortal to change the water while wearing a mask. Work continuously next to the filter unit.

The instigator, His Highness Conrad Black-and-white Shaggy Coze, was sitting on the low couch beside him, licking his paws as if nothing had happened - the King of the Night, who was also drenched in shit for a tenth of a second, was about to go berserk. Bian suddenly remembered the fact that he was now a summoned beast, so he immediately made the fastest judgment in his life. He made a decisive decision to eliminate his existence in the physical universe with one claw and immediately escaped into another space to escape the terrible stench. Root yourself.

Only his own body, heirs, and subordinates are left behind in the physical universe, being hunted by the smelly and sticky fermentation soup.

"Will the Witch of Salamas survive again before we go back again? My lord." Charles asked. His strong muscles were covered with old and new scars, and water droplets slid across the uneven surface of the skin. Connected to the nerve interface with obvious scratches, some wounds seemed to be healed entirely by his own recovery power, without any medical treatment.

"Whether it is or not." Lamizane sighed and stretched his limbs in the hot water that was changed for the twentieth time and added with disinfectant. His hair was still made by the brave Lou Frix and him. The Bloody Eyes claimed that it would be disrespectful to use a servitor instead for such an honor. "I will request that the next time I return with equipment and enough manpower, I will prioritize using the Eradicator Squad's heavy-duty flamethrowers and compound disinfectant to clean the place thoroughly."

"It might be safer to blow it up directly, my lord..."

Dietrian's angry protest immediately came from the mechanical irradiation disinfection cleaning room next door.

"O Holy Screwdriver of Ohm Messiah! You have such a foolish proposal! You barbarian! You brainless muscular fool who has no idea of ​​its true meaning and value!"

"Oh." Charles shrugged nonchalantly, "Dietrian really cares about this weird thing, not even the last time we broke the power armor into tatters because of the murder duel for the Black Legion. I’ve never seen him so angry.”

"Not to mention the mutation caused by this thing... In terms of academic value, the Ulanhuda Forge World is like a unique treasure to the followers of the Wanji Cult. After all, although it was born in the Ghoul Star Cluster , is actually a fusion of many humans, heretics and even alien technologies, but its origin was indeed a paradise-like human federal forging world in the beautiful era that is older than you can imagine.”

There was silence in the big bath for a while, and everyone who had witnessed the ashes, rust, and mummy-strewn Ulan Huda and the appearance of its decayed and crazy last mistress chewed in their hearts the contrast between these words and what they saw.

"What is the Federation? My Lord? This word was used by you before humans forged the world. This is rare and does not seem to have the usual meaning."

(*Oh, this concept is indeed too early for him, but I guess he just asked about it because he wanted to fashionably use it in his melancholy poetry writing-if he wanted to send someone undercover, now Clarks Home, then I will definitely choose Makutian, perfect!)

"Ah, this is something we don't need now. You don't need to delve into it for the time being, Makutian."

"And, I must say that it is fortunate that we found it. The newly born Midnight Children, I do not hope that this ruined foundry world, which can almost be called the 'Mechanical Tyranid Brood', will have any chance of falling into the world now or in the future." into the hands of any enemy, especially!" Lamizane raised a finger to ensure that everyone's attention was on his words, "Never give it to anyone without your secret at the same time. One who holds the joint license of four Primarchs and the Seal of the Imperial Regent.”

"...Pfft!"

"Pfft hahaha! Ahem! I actually choked!"

"That's ridiculous. Absolutely."

"Hahaha! Does such a permission really exist? You are so funny, my lord! This is the funniest joke I have heard this year!"

"In this case, we need to carry out genetic anti-counterfeiting settings to meet this requirement."

The First Claws surrounding Gene Father's bathhouse burst out laughing.

"That is to say, the only ones who can still be confirmed to be active and witnessed... are the so-called enemies of the empire who are the lackeys of the false emperor... your brothers, right? Does the empire of rotten corpses have a regent now? The imperial regent we know is no longer alive... You actually want to say that we must not associate with those who are chaotic, right? We have followed your teachings for thousands of years, my Lord, please rest assured."

"Kouen... that's right. Just understand it this way."

(*How come you guys, who are all in the same position as a horse, are thinking correctly after making a guess?)

"I've often asked them to do this kind of work before. Of course they are very skilled."

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On the other side, the new lounge of the third company of the Origin Chapter.

"This is……"

The situation of Aeneas and Ptolemion as if they had gone through a biological war made others sad.

"It's really too bad, the blasphemous pollution of these heretics. Our Mechanic-Priest reported that the corrupted sludge is difficult to clean, and it even has subspace witchcraft on it... Are they going to let you rush in as their vanguard like this! Eh? Neas!"

The veteran adjutant in question wiped his cleaned short hair tiredly, and then applied disinfectant to his neural interface.

"Laris, I told you. Just do your thing."

"Can……"

Ptolemion's voice came from another disinfection room, "Laris, maybe you should talk to Penates."

"That traitor! I will never-"

"Shut up." Aeneas opened his pale gray eyes and stared sternly at Laris until the latter hung his head in shame.

There was silence in the room for a moment as the other members stared at their leader in silence.

"This is the will of the Emperor. If he wants us to perform this hard labor, it must have a deep meaning." Finally Aeneas said, "You must be prepared for us to be buried here. Laris, and all of you. ”