Warhammer: Start with a dog

"Your opponent is me! The devil!"

Sol Tarvitz, who finally arrived at the place where Lucius's body was found (?), first looked at the luxurious and unnatural death face of Lucius, whose beautiful head was miraculously intact even on the blood-spattered dining table.

Then he drew his power sword at the huge twisted demon with a hundred times more anger. The grief and anger in his voice were so real and strong that his comrades, who were infected by his determination and fighting spirit, silently dispersed around him, scouting for Tarvitz who was eager for revenge and counting the fish that slipped through the net at the scene, so as to prevent the holy revenge of this warrior from being interrupted by any blind interference.

Or.

"Hey, are we really not going to help him? Gaviel? I remember that Thor's sword skills are actually..." Mr. Tariq Torgadon, who has been talking more and more wildly recently, took a vigilant posture and quietly asked Gaviel Loken in the private channel as expected.

"...His expertise may not be in martial arts, but he still has the normal martial arts quality level of a company commander, Torgarton, at least." Gavial·Lorcan, who did not realize that he was also led astray, pondered for a while, "At least when he can't hold on anymore, we will..."

"Oh!" Torgarton promised in his communication rosary, "When we see that it's almost time, we will rush forward so that Tarvitz can use his sword to chop off the head of this disgusting thing to commemorate this stupid peacock - to be honest, although I was impressed by more than one performance in his duel with His Highness Angron, Lucius's swordsmanship was so superb, but in the end he ended up with such a meaningless and blasphemous death, which is indeed sad and lamentable."

"Indeed." Locke agreed, "This should not be the end of a warrior, especially a warrior who survived from Isstvan III."

They were silent for a while because they remembered the scenes and memories that seemed like a world away on that planet.

Tarvitz had already rushed forward with his power sword, fighting with the strange demon. For the time being, it seemed that he was not in danger of life, because the excellent new weapon and his anger made up for some of his lack of force.

Most of the attention of others was on the two duelists in the field.

So without anyone noticing.

The beautiful, pale and withered white rose-like head of Lucius began to disappear gradually, like petals falling.

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"Son of the Emperor! Kill the enemy of your father!"

He roared out the battle cry he was most familiar with and the anger, sadness, confusion and confusion from the days of Isstvan III to the present.

Sol Tarvitz, with his anger, unexpectedly cut off one of the claws of the big demon, although the price was that his breastplate was hit hard by the whip-like tail of the opponent, and the whole person flew out, hit the gorgeous wall of the banquet hall and slid down.

"Tavitz!" Loken shouted, "Are you okay?!"

In response, there was a roar full of hatred and anger, and the first thing that jumped out from the smoke and dust of the shattered wall was the 10th Captain's eyepieces full of fighting spirit.

To be fair, Tarvitz's martial arts skills were only measured at the level of the Third Legion or the Council of Four Kings.

His sword was already very fast, very fast.

As soon as the first blow landed, the second blow followed, and the third blow was tricky and cut diagonally at the demon's side ribs where a pincer was missing.

If it weren't for its four pincers and two whip tails, this newborn would undoubtedly have difficulty dealing with Tarvitz's attack.

But the bad thing is that its tail is as flexible as its pincers.

The loss of one of its claws undoubtedly made it learn more lessons. After dodging the Emperor's Son's furious continuous slashes ("He really should have borrowed the two-handed axes of the warhounds. The one-handed power sword is too small for a target of this size." - Torgaton's words.), it cunningly used another claw as a sacrifice, and then the remaining two blocked Tarvitz's movements. The vicious and flexible whip tail tightly entangled Tarvitz and sent him to its mouth.

"Fresh... delicious...!" She or it giggled, the demon used an unusually soft woman's voice, which was so inconsistent with its body that it gave people goose bumps. The next whisper froze Tarvitz's counterattack.

"His Highness Fulgrim asked me to say hello to you..."

It opened its pointed mouth, and the thick meat whip-like tongue stabbed Tarvitz's abdomen with the force of a murderous weapon -

Just when others were about to shoot or rush up to chop the demon with a knife.

Brother Whiterace suddenly moved. He took a step forward, drew his black sword, and swung it.

The demon suddenly paused.

Then, it was like a blood flower blooming from the inside out.

It began to break apart.

Finally, its belly swelled like the guests it had devoured. The man-eating demon wailed and cursed, but it was useless.

Its belly opened up, like a six-layered red lotus of flesh and blood.

In the deepest part of the lotus, a foot stepped out.

Then another.

The swordsman's steps reached a delicate and perfect balance.

"Oh, why are you all here? Are you all here to pick me up? I'm so happy!"

Lucius, a living Lucius who was as clean as ever, appeared happily in front of everyone.

Lucius, who had just been resurrected like some kind of miracle or worse, some kind of demonic ritual, nonchalantly stepped on the broken flesh and blood all over the ground - after the power from the supreme sky began to fade away secretly, these swollen and huge... The flesh and bones also began to shrink and shrink as if losing water, returning to their original size when they were still in humans.

He looked around and curiously approached the Astartes figure in front of him.

"Although I could have come out without it, it is a very, very perfect sword," he said, his purple eyes flashing with obvious interest. "How can an Astartes wield such a sword?" ! Can I know your name first? My dear cousin, I cannot recognize the colorful descendants of Lord Guilliman."

"I am not of the blood of the Thirteenth Legion. I am the glorious son of Dorne." The other party replied briefly, "I will now be named 'Whitereath'."

"Huh? But dear brother Whitereath, my little gift from His Highness Angron tells me that your body seems to be a kind of machine that is not very approved of?"

"My original flesh and blood body has long been overwhelmed by the passage of time, but neither I nor my maker violated the Crimson Agreement."

"That's not what I'm talking about!" The person who had just been resurrected poked his finger at the opponent's metal breastplate with dissatisfaction.

Sigismund seemed to want to avoid him, which made Lucius raise his eyebrows.

"Oh? Really? Which one is the point? Which one is it? Ah? Which one is it?!!!!!! Lucius!!!!!! Don't harass other people!!!!!!! You'd better come first." Let me explain! !

In the reflection of Sigismund's calm eyepiece.

A shadow, an extremely angry shadow appeared behind the playful and smiling champion swordsman.