Warhammer: Start with a dog

This teleportation and boarding mission may be more or less difficult for other Astartes, such as how to break into the hull without being discovered, and how to deal with tens of thousands of enemies alone in the ship's terrain, but for the Black Knight with his current body, it is undoubtedly easy at any time.

He actually had another option that was more in line with normal thinking, that is, he could immediately find any nearest terminal and use his own body and the dedicated mechanical waste code attack chip in the multi-functional biochip provided by the armory to switch modes, directly invade, paralyze and control all the networked systems of this ship and the machine soul with obvious subspace properties.

——How ridiculous! If the machine soul of this ship has such obvious subspace pollution that has not been dispelled, but will continue to build her new body on it seriously because of the reason that "no one can see what's wrong", then Sigismund can only think that this level of reconciliation with this kind of transmutation may be seen everywhere in the empire today.

But the Black Knight's main anger was not caused by this, but by the fact that the "eyes" and "heart" of his reborn, precious, innocent and beautiful father were tainted by what happened on this ship.

Magna Dorn's momentary downtime and the scan content he sent to him before the downtime inevitably made Sigismund feel that his reason, which should not be gnawed by worldly anger, was in turn driving his main reactor and mechanical heart to increase the output power of all his weapons.

So now Sigismund walked vigorously on the main road of this ship, using his never-overheating phase plasma gun to turn all the automatic defense weapons that dared to aim at him into a pile of molten metal liquid, and to split any living creature that dared to shoot at him into the most basic material particles; while waving his black sword shining with dark golden lightning, the force field on it only takes one tenth of a blink of an eye to cut one or more of anything that dared to rush towards him or block his way into two, and quickly turn the rest into ashes.

The elderly battle lady of the Ruthless Flame was now screaming helplessly in the mechanical vision of the invading Black Knight, as if she was an unlucky mortal who was jumped on the back by a Licat (Note 1) - expressing her inner panic with a series of repetitive codes that kept scrolling back and forth on all her in-ship channels and any display panels, data boards, or interactive interfaces, which in turn even increased the difficulty of defense for some defenders.

But there was no difference. The only difference between one automatic turret and a hundred automatic turrets in front of Sigismund's phase plasma guns and deflagration incinerators was that a hundred might take a little longer to fire, and his single atomic shield prevented any enemy attack from causing any trouble or damage to him.

Soon, after leaving behind a thick wall of broken limbs and arms, even the blood had evaporated and turned into ashes (one powerful man even took the time to roar in anger, and the other murmured in disapproval), no one with free will dared to block his way, even if driven by more money and more contracts, except for the mechanical soldiers of the Mechanicus.

This efficient, angry but increasingly cold heretic harvester melted or split all the doors and walls that were not straight enough, dark rooms, and sealed walls he encountered with steady movements under the continuous screams of the machine spirit of the Ruthless Flame.

Finally, after throwing a large enough door-breaking bomb and detonating it, he successfully broke into the door made of pink coral, ancient walrus ivory and adamantium alloy, which was hosting an unprecedented luxurious banquet that would make normal people's heads and spines tremble.

But the scene inside was once again beyond his expectations.

The Black Knight stepped over the threshold and stopped his destructive steps.

The silent Astartes humanoid robot - or Sigismund in the modified robot shell adjusted his electronic optical sensor and transmitted everything he saw.

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Just as Sigismund was patiently and meticulously harvesting his heretic wheat field like a farmer on the Ruthless Flame, killing people in an overwhelming manner.

The joint boarding team composed of the victims' families of the Third Legion, the Twelfth Legion and the Sixteenth Legion also rushed into the side of the old girl in the "Iron Fury" boarding landing chamber specially made for them by the armory - it was understandable that the Iron Hearts could not arrive due to the distance, and this group of people did not bring their Death Guard comrades not because of bullying or something like that, but simply because they felt that the Fourteenth Legion "ran a little slowly" and was more suitable to stay in "Delicious and Nutritious" to guard the safety of the great people.

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Lucius actually regained control of his so-called "soul" or "consciousness" not long after what people commonly call "death".

Considering whose fire his soul had been baptized by, and that he had realized the essence of why he swung the sword, and was so, so confident - indeed, someone gave him such confidence without knowing it - his soul was so tough and solid that it seemed that he could immediately perform a sit-up for everyone at the table and open the eyes of each guest - on the chest.

——No wonder.

How could such a good thing happen! It is not possible that Lucius will be the only exception to be resurrected so smoothly and blandly in this materialistic and idealistic universe just by closing his eyes and opening them again!

Before the resurrection of the living saint Christine, the consciousness had to go through a pilgrimage in some soul world.

Therefore, it is very consistent with a "general impression of the resurrection process before the resurrection of the Warhammer 40K world".

When Lucius regained consciousness, he found that he had no body, and looked light and ethereal. He was floating above an extremely fierce battlefield at a height that was unlikely to be reached by any mortal or Astartes, but it was more or less like looking down at the ground war from orbit.

Just as he was confused as to why he was here, instead of returning to the throne or some other place (?) as he had heard, the Champion Swordsman's eyes were attracted by the exciting fighting on the battlefield below: Although the Undying who were fighting on the ground might not notice it, from Lucius's height and angle, the four colors of the Undying army were quite easy to distinguish. Since it seemed that he couldn't go anywhere for a while, and no one came to find him or take him away -

So before he was finally remembered, Lucius sat cross-legged and observed the battle below with relish from a high angle.