Warhammer: Start with a dog

He doesn't belong here.

He doesn't like it here.

He didn't like this person even more.

He strongly disliked what this man was doing.

He wants to kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, we’ll kill him! Kill them! Kill them! ——

But there was nothing he could do.

He could only watch.

The special robotic arm made a clicking sound. This is some kind of operating room or dissecting room. The metal walls and floors are filled with operating refrigeration equipment. This not only keeps the temperature low, but is also always filled with a slight white cold mist.

However, these will not affect the figure who is "working" seriously in front of the operating table.

The swaying black figure is busy in front of the autopsy table. His long, bone-colored hair is knotted and disheveled. His shoulders and waist have been specially strengthened to enable him to withstand longer and more precise surgeries. It also allows him to combine special medical treatment and Torment hung from his shoulders with an integrated array.

These machines that respond to the twisted needs of individuals are clustered there as if they are alive, observing the objects on the table from every angle with twisted enthusiasm, and the slender insect-like mechanical appendages are dexterous and disgusting in each blood vessel. , every nerve makes a blasphemous change of passion and hope for the sacred creation.

——From the hanging withered hair, a disgusting old face with an expression of greed and hunger——

A pair of purple eyes were staring at "him" from top to bottom with a fervent look.

Pains he had never experienced before - no - they - became - unimaginable sensations - were washing over his sanity.

"————!"

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"Who's still there!! Get the others out! Then close the door and tell them not to come in!"

After the initial shock, the apothecary apprentice, holding his teacher's heavy and limp body with a missing part, heard the screams from the Chapter Master in the observation room.

He looked left and right. He should be the only one who could move freely and normally. Parogov looked at the prisoner who was hanging and wrapped in the weird shiny torture device. The instrument panel dropped to the side showed brainwashing and indoctrination. The procedure is still proceeding normally.

The corner of the one-way glass in the observation room next door was blasted with a molecular disintegration cannon to create a perfect round hole. Through the void shield, he could also hear the scraping and collision of ceramic steel and conversations inside. The scene of propriety and injustice seems to be at a stalemate.

He frowned, some natural disgust welling up in his heart.

Imperial Fist—Silver Skull Space Marine's hand touched the bolter on his waist, and suddenly looked down at his teacher's biochemical data that was still changing violently.

"Understood, received, executed immediately."

Parogov Nilaydoa quickly and easily injected a strong and long-acting anesthetic into the very miserable Adalik Vannas, and then picked up the unconscious Honso who was missing an arm and quickly carried him to the hospital. Withdrew from this place of right and wrong.

When leaving, I carefully manually locked the triple safety valve of the cabin door.

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"Perturabo?! Pepe——! Leatherman——! Baby——! Wake up!!!! That's not Dorne!!! That's not Rogal Dorne!" !”

In the telepathic communication, Lamizane shouted at the top of his lungs to the mecha pilot version of the original Bian Mu, who was temporarily suppressed by the Taishan pressure and belly flipping method and was still furiously trying to break free.

On the other side, Aharin, who was lucky enough to catch his wrist just in time - Why did Aharin, who was riding a horse, suddenly go crazy at this time? !

What does "Please forgive me, I must save you, father" mean? ! Could it be that the Emperor's Children got on top of your horse? ! I have definitely seen this plot before I came here! ! ! (Gutera swears) No, I remembered that there is still that damn thing, ahhhh, you can’t even think of succeeding, ahhhhh! ! ! ! !

"No...?" Perturabo (because he was still struggling) seemed to have calmed down a little, and his rationality began to return, "The Imperial Fist thing that looks so similar to that thing Why on my ship?!"

"How do I know? Haven't you seen him before for so long?!"

"Due to the insufficient capacity of this damn wetware, I didn't have time to deal with the monitoring part inside the ship, so I handed it over to you a long time ago, didn't I?!"

The dog gritted its teeth, "Lami Zane Carosini! Is this your normal daily monitoring report?! You really gave me a big surprise!"

"Fuck, I've never seen Rogal Dorn, and I've never gone into hysterics after seeing Rogal Dorn!!! What does it have to do with me if he looks like him (Gutella expletives)?!"

Just when "Perturabo" was slightly relieved because the dog under him came to his senses, Aharin suddenly let go of the power hammer that was restrained by the father of genes and could not be used, and then used another One hand used the gravity of the hammer to swing the hammer head into a round shape and throw it towards the fearless eyepiece of the Contemptor, who was being suppressed and unable to move much.

Lamizane let out a sharp explosion.

The calculation data in the Contemptor's Dreadnaught Helmet flashed fiercely, and the being inside tilted his head as hard as he could.

The power hammer head wrapped in the activated energy field grazed the side of the ceramic helmet, rotating and smashing "Elder Khadormo" from an angle that could definitely wipe off half of the jawbone from the surface of an ordinary Astartes skull. "The helmet armor then hit the thick shoulder section at the back and was ejected, and finally fell to the ground due to the suppression of the void shield.

"Steel... above... ah... what... who... I... don't... iron gives birth to strength... strength makes the will strong... I... this... how... is... "

The youngest son of the Lord of Iron, the pale Aharin, was so shaken that he knelt down in the direction of Lamizane and "Kaidomo".

The blacksmith's lips trembled, and his black eyes stared blankly at the creature that had emerged from the mechanical construct that had been possessed by Slaanesh and had bewitched and manipulated their genetic father for so long.

Under Wuwei's shattered helmet, a black and white man with ears erect due to anger, fluffy mane, and a long muzzle was revealed, glaring at him with a pair of deep and watery brown almond-shaped eyes. Furry animal face.

Eye contact.

The herald bowed his head meekly in electric fear.

"Woof!!!! Woof!!!! Woof woof!!!!"

The animal, which seemed to have no deterrent except for its small teeth, roared angrily.

Aharin was so frightened that he knelt on the spot and did not dare to move.

The giant terminator now looked like a little sheep that had done something wrong, curling up into a small, tiny ball as much as possible amid the angry growl of the border collie.

Gua!