Warhammer: Start with a dog

The Emperor's Children's drop pods and their trivial and complicated warriors were like some kind of colorful popcorn popping up everywhere in the popcorn machine that was only a few kilometers along the Satnaion Salient.

Fulgrim laughed triumphantly, giggling with a strange pleasure in the blood and blood of the battle.

Under the shadow of the steps of the city wall, the Terran Praetorian who arrived early and his most beloved son, the Lord of the Templars of the Imperial Fist, who was constantly being watched from the corner of his eyes or more directly with fanatical eyes, were squatting there as if no one else was around. , opening the weapons crates to pick out their weapons - it looked very much like dividing loot.

"Father, I think that a two-handed sword may not be suitable for your upcoming battle."

"...Thank you, Sigi...Smond, I know."

Magnar Dorn left his two-handed greatsword that he had used most many times under the city wall. He lifted a new power sword in one hand, and in the other hand he carried a new shield that he had temporarily modified with the shield of the Phalanx Guards. Together, Sigismund rushed to the top of the Wall of Satnaon, and once again rescued the seriously injured Mathius from Fulgrim's blade.

——Although he felt very sorry, after many attempts, Magna had learned that the result of rushing to help Madius too early would cause more deviations in the subsequent battle.

The young city wall guard was lying on the ground with many fractures and fractures. His whole body was covered with traces of the battle that that bastard had played with like a cat catching a mouse. He tried hard to crawl towards the outside of the battle circle - in order to reach out with his hand. His broken sword didn't feel at ease until the hilt fell into his dusty hands - and then in the confusion caused by the bleeding wounds and labored breathing, he listened to the original body and the first company commander in even more confusion. Weird dialogue.

"...Okay, okay, don't worry, Sigi...Smond. You see, the two-handed sword you use is one-handed to me. Don't worry, Sigi...Smond, I This time... I wouldn't choose Stormfang, it's really too big."

"That's good, father, take care of yourself and them. I'll come as soon as I go." Sigismund, who had always been taciturn, seemed to be very uneasy. This time, he was especially nagging, and he even gave several special instructions.

"You only need to look at me! Witnessing every inch of those heretics is an insult to your eyes! I will not let that filthy and hateful traitor get close to you! - And, please be more Look at my martial arts, my sword is what my heart desires, and it will last until death. You don't need to refer to those empty and useless things that are vain and exaggerated!"

"……oh."

The tall figure of the imperial guard nodded obediently.

Then he looked at them with a look that was extremely worried about some snake monster appearing nearby and snatching the cubs away (?). The templar leader then raised his sword. When facing the enemy, his aura was unprecedented. After that indifferent and inhumane courtesy, he couldn't wait to rush towards the other party.

The golden-armored Terran Guard took one look and walked over. He gently and deftly picked up the flattered young wall chief and carefully placed him against a broken wall. He then cleaned his wounds and temporarily fixed him. The broken bones opened the airway to prevent Matius from drowning in his own blood.

"Sir...ahem!"

"Don't worry. Just lie here." Magnar told the captain of Sartnain's garrison. "Watch, Sigi...Smond's courage is as unparalleled as his ability."

The young speedsters saw their original body straighten up, turned their heads, and looked at the blessing that had entered the fighting state with a deep and immeasurable (?) gaze, the blade scraped out sparks, and the fight went up to the sky and into the earth. Grim and Sigismund.

According to Magna's experience, the head of the Templars should be like everyone else, repeating every word and every action they say every time they start over, but after all, as humans, they do He would give different answers based on the specific development of the battle situation and the different conversations he had with Magna, so Magna initially didn’t think it was too big a deal for Sigismund to say one more word or become more capable of fighting. Something's wrong.

But now, Magna always feels that something is becoming more and more wrong with Sigismund as the frequency of his appearance increases.

Although the Iron-Blooded Machine Spirit realized the importance of information after returning to the Platform Garden many times, he went out of his way to find some current relevant information. With his previous understanding, he at least now knows that Sigismund As the founder of the Black Templars, the first Grand Marshal, the head of the Templars, the first Emperor's Champion, and other honorary holders, Germany is recognized as a very strong and possibly the strongest Asta. One of the special ones——

——But isn’t your current intensity a bit outrageous? ah? ! Solo Kombat Primarch? ! When the original body became a demon, you also started to walk over the walls? ! And every time it’s even more outrageous than the last time! Are you still an Astartes? ! I think you might as well change your name to the Black Templar Primarch!

Magna Dorn and Madius stayed together. One was stunned and could not speak, while the other was completely helpless and looked at Sigismund holding a sword in both hands, wearing a black gold armor, and stepping on his feet. The colorful flying discs began to fight against Fulgrim, who had a coiled snake body, hissed a message, and waved his sword in the air.

——Speaking of which, why do you have such a colorful Frisbee that you can fly on in this place? Isn’t it too much? ! This thing looks like a subspace thing, right? ! Let's not talk about whether there is such a device at this time - doesn't Sijige have no psychic potential at all? !

Of course, Sigismund, who did not hear the crazy rants in Magna's mind, rushed forward with greater strength this time, and began to show off his power amidst angry and frightened shouts that the inanimate people could not understand at all. He kicked the Phoenix Guards and struck the fallen phoenix with his sword. Soon, Fulgrim dropped one of his arms, half of the snake's tail, and two lips with a last angry curse, and jumped up and rushed towards the suddenly cracked wall outside the city wall. In the black thorn-like subspace gap——

"This is more than the pain that makes me happy... I won't accept any more! You are a rude and artless guy who doesn't know how to enjoy! You hurt me! Damn you! I will curse you to never enjoy that supreme pleasure!”

Then he jumped in and disappeared, leaving only a circle of elite Emperor's Children officers who began to gather around him.

Lord Commander Eidolon, Champion Champion Arkon Darol, Flagbearer Lycus Verdion, Von Kalda, Quin Milosa, Nuno De Dona...

More than fifty elite warriors of the Emperor's Children gathered around, but only Sigismund stood between them and the Primarch of the Imperial Fists.

Um.

Magna watched silently.

...I can't understand it either. What happened and why? !

...Oh, they were all beaten down, and Eidolon was still the first to be kicked off the city, this time sixteen seconds faster than the last time.

Sigismund turned and walked towards them, and Magna saw that there was only a little sweat on his face without a helmet. Under his golden hair was a pair of deep sapphire-like eyes that shone with worry.

"It's finally over. Are you okay, Father?"

Magna Dorn put a habitual smile on the face of the Terran Praetorian, "I'm fine, Sigi...Smond."

(Gutera swears), he thought to himself, something is wrong with you, shouldn’t it be my turn to fight you next?

Will not? Right?

No one would deliberately treat a poor little machine soul under the age of one in such a ruthless, cold, and unreasonable way, right?