Warhammer: Start with a dog

"What exactly is this? Some kind of conspiracy? A method of persecution by the enemy lurking into our defense lines to target my brother? But if someone can lurk in and make him become like this, why bother to go to such trouble..."

A moment later, Kirill Hindman, who was horrified and dragged Rogal Dorn, the Terra Guard and commander-in-chief of the city defense, to the hidden headquarters fortress, frantically faced the questioner in extreme terror. Shaking his head.

In front of him stood a legend on earth, a banner of faith, an embodiment of beauty and ideals wearing golden armor, with wings on his back, smelling of smoke and blood and fire - although other primarchs were communicating in unstable ways. Zhong could not rush back immediately, but Sanguinius, who was the closest and most agile, still managed to spare some time to rush over.

"I don't know! Sir! Sir!" The narrator's voice was filled with tears. "I just climbed up and thought... I just thought..."

"Calm down and speak slowly." The archangel's handsome face was even splattered with a few drops of blood from an unknown person that he had no time to wipe off. This symbol that alluded to the intensity of killing not only did not damage his brilliance, but made him wear There was a unique sense of cruel beauty, and a deep sadness fell on his eyebrows, "The last thing we need now is panicked words that don't match the words."

The narrator nodded desperately, and then began to take a long breath. As he struggled to make sense of his stammering narrative, Sanguinius walked over and tried to pat his brother who was becoming very strange.

"Roger? Are you okay?"

The other person didn't speak, but just raised his head and glanced at him. This glance was like a hard punch to the invincible archangel's chin, causing his whole body and his blond hair and white wings to flick back. go.

Because the Primarch of the Blood Angels raised his eyes to respond to him, it was a pair of eyes that he had never expected to see on the rock-like face of the Terran Praetorian in his life, which could almost be regarded as shining with tears. White blue eyes.

Those eyes were upright, kind, clear, shining with the original pure light, without the expectations, expectations, perseverance, unyielding, and unyielding that billions of people, officials, soldiers, Astartes and Primarchs and the Emperor needed at this moment. Instead of calm confidence and what lies behind it, there is only a child who is overwhelmed and swarmed here, aware that not only is he lost but that he has made a mistake because he cannot respond to people's expectations.

"This won't work," the archangel hissed, sucking in the cold air. "Without Rogge as the palace commander, we can't organize the next defense well. Waldo... they reported that they have their own brutal front to deal with. , and Malcador replied that our father is still silent, and only Roger among us can coordinate everything."

Then he and the Husakkar Terminators, who were surrounding them with alarm and sorrow, heard a low, sobbing voice of disapproval.

"I told you! I'm not Rogal Dorn. This is a matter of the body. This is not what I should do!" The master control machine soul of the Iron-Blooded, who is less than one year old, murmured, "I am Magna Dorn! I want my ship, my teacher, and Ramizane!"

—Satnain soon fell, followed by the final wall, the throne room—

——The battle happened everywhere, everything turned into nothingness and chaos, and finally, darkness swallowed everything until——

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Magna Dorn blinked on the abandoned high garden terrace.

The strange rain falling from the sky slapped his cheeks and lips again.

But this time he won't try to lick their taste again - before the end of many previous times that brought him to stand here again, each experience will let Magna know more that he really doesn't want to know. details.

For example, he now knows that the reason why the rain tasted so weird and bitter when he first appeared here is because the weather system inside the void shield is a temporary internal cycle-rain is not rain. They are just sweat, urine, tears and blood that are breathed, used, circulated, spit out by the people under the protection of Aegis, and some of them are disinfected and then re-entered the circulation.

Just like this small world itself, stubbornly protected by SHIELD, it came to an end in desperate self-consumption.

Magna walked sadly toward the path that was obscured by dense towering shrubs and vines, and caught Kirill Hindman, who was always there, before he could make a surprised sound and slide down—— On several occasions, there may have been a slight error or delay in the timing of the conversation between him and Hindman. In surprise and accident, the narrator fell directly from a height of one thousand meters and hit the roof of the Western Barracks under the cliff, exploding into pieces. A small red mist and a rawhide pocket filled with a mixture of solid and liquid.

"Sir, how do you-"

Magna Dorn sighed sadly again.

"Stop talking nonsense, there is no time." He said with a slightly uninterested tone, "Let's go to the headquarters first. We all have a lot to do in our respective positions."

"Yes, my lord."

"By the way, Hindman."

"grown ups?"

"Please take the stairs on your way down."

The reporter's expression turned into a smile due to a mixture of shame, a little confusion and a trace of surprise, "Don't laugh at me, sir."

"In the face of such a situation, we still have to learn to entertain ourselves," a helpless expression appeared on the face of the Terra Guard for a second, "If it were one of my mentors and friends, he would say, things have come to this, let's eat first."

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Captain Mathius, the wall commander of the Saturnine Wall, is a newcomer - or to use Magna Dorn's more mechanical and accurate description, a "quick learner". He is one of the soldiers that the Imperial Fists have recently recruited and manufactured to supplement the far insufficient troops on Terra.

At this moment, the captain who was appointed only eight days ago is excitedly watching the golden-armored god walking up the wall.

"My lord! I am infinitely honored..."

The golden-armored and white-haired Primarch who arranged everything and rushed over pointed to his headphones and raised a fist tiredly to stop Mathius's excited greetings, "Mathius, put on your helmet and headphones immediately and turn on the noise suppression."

He said to all the Astartes and soldiers who gathered around.

"My Lord?"

"Immediately! Everyone! Put on your helmets!"

The next second after they obeyed in confusion, a sharp, piercing, loud and penetrating whistling sound wave swept in from afar, with a frequency that only the vocal cords of extreme uncontrolled frenzy and joy could produce before tearing themselves apart, sweeping across the walls and command center of the entire Saturnine salient like a tsunami wave, all the speakers and loudspeakers exploded, and the many images and projections projected in the air disappeared in the interference of rustling sand and snowflake noise, and the detection equipment or control panels connected to them were either broken into pieces, or flashed dazzling sparks in the short circuit.

When everyone was dizzy and bleeding from the mouth and nose due to the sudden silent whistling that lasted for six seconds, no one could hear Magna Dorn's sighs and mutterings as he stared at certain places in the sky.

"Oh right, we finally made it here. I can't stand starting over again every time. So let me see what will appear after this time. I hope I can solve it smoothly - it's hard to imagine how the original body managed to survive - when will this end?! Where are the others?! Where are the reinforcements?! Oh!"

"Visual contact report! Six kilometers away!"

"Enemy attack!"