Warhammer: Start with a dog

Chapter 38 Mount Tai

"The key point is of course the true identity of this 'Whiterace' brother and whether he can be with me... Huh? - Huh?!"

The champion swordsman jumped up from the severe blow on his back and turned around, about to curse with a stern expression.

"Who is coming to seek death? Ah!!! Thor! Stop fighting! I don't wear armor!"

"You're the one I'm beating!!!"

"Why did you hit me?! Is this how you treat your brother who just came back to life?!"

"Why do you say?! Brother?! Even if you want to be His Highness Angron's son, see if you are worthy of it! Actually! A veteran! A man who has fought many battles! You! A company commander! At! The port! Let's go! Lost! Kidnapped by mortals! The Third Legion has been completely humiliated!"

The former commander of the 10th Company of the Third Legion, who was so angry that his eyepiece began to turn scarlet, screamed and raised the weapon in his hand. Everyone discovered that it was the power sword he had sheathed, but now it was shining with a bright red luster, and the blood on it was covered with blood. The light even spread to Tarvitz's power armor.

"I said, is it really normal for him to be like this? It doesn't look right." Tarik Torgadun immediately expressed his opinion on this, "We really should have brought a brother priest here today! We actually forgot This is the Milky Way where demons, demons and monsters will be everywhere in ten thousand years!”

Loken glanced helplessly at his big-mouthed brother, but Taric was right. Since there are no powerful psykers among them for the time being, it would be better to bring a priest brother to fight with them to guard against possible warp attacks. An appropriate choice. In the past, due to the order of the Nicaea Conference, they had gradually lost this habit. They must remember it in the future...

You mean think tank brothers? In today's iron... on the Destiny Steel, think tank brothers are more rare than priest brothers... no, there are none except for the Iron Heart Monastery next door! It's not necessarily possible to invite the regent to serve as their assistant psyker! Besides, the former regent seems to be very busy recently, and he can be regarded as a dragon that has never seen its end.

"It's okay." The one who spoke was Brother Whitereath who was still standing there. "I have just received a new instruction, which authorizes me to monitor the development of this matter and remove Sol Tawi before it gets out of control. It’s knocked out, so don’t worry.”

Although his voice carries the harmony of a mechanical creation, it is rich and sweet, like an elegant antique chiming bell. It contains a strange power that convinces other warriors, "Don't worry, these are just normal things." The...collection scene.”

"I'm sorry, dear...Brother Whiteres, what did you just say?" Togaton asked in a friendly nostalgic tone. Since their dormitory is adjacent to the current "Silver Skull" monk dormitory, those among them The brother who was once the son of Dorne often told them about people and things that had happened over thousands of years during the battles in the training room and in front of the cafeteria trench.

But this Zamyrax-Sanglong improved mech with the pseudonym "Whitereath" and the appearance of Astartes power armor just shook his head at him.

Just as they were talking, the chase over there had begun to enter a white-hot stage.

"Stop!" Tarvitz howled, the unsheathed sword in his hand glowed with red light, and he viciously chased Lucius, who was surrounded by pink dots of light, "Stop! Face me!! Stay Your blood and your skull, you who bring disgrace to our name!”

"That's what you shouted! Wouldn't I be stupid if I really stood still?!" Lucius used his unarmored agility to run up to the wall in a few steps, and then turned back. He kicked up and grabbed the lowest brass branch of the hanging crystal chandelier closest to him.

The huge weight of Astartes caused the crystal chandelier, which was not originally designed to withstand such an unbearable weight in life, to begin to make dangerous metal cracking sounds at the top link, but Lucius reacted faster. Twisting his body like a snake in mid-air, he used the swing force to flexibly throw himself towards the main crystal lamp in the center - that lamp looked obviously larger and much stronger - and there were auxiliary iron rods on the top. He climbed to the top of the lamp.

"Tavitz" who was chasing Lucius was furious under the crystal lamp.

"Get down here!"

"Ha! Come up here!"

"Get down here! Let's have an upright fight! Face your fate! You coward! Coward! Weak Shalish trash!"

"Didn't you just want to beat me up at first?! Hey?! Wake up! Thor! Why did you suddenly mention that name that shouldn't be mentioned?! What's wrong with you?!"

When the red light "Saul Tarvitz" glared at the glowing Lucius and reached for his bolter, a warning buzzer with psychic power sounded at the door, like It was a referee who blew his yellow card.

"Sol Tarvitz" angrily took back the hand that took out the long-range weapon. Obviously, throwing the weapon in his hand as a long-range attack is not allowed. Moreover, this distance is almost equal to the distance for an agile swordsman. The sword was delivered to him.

Seeing this, Lucius stood on the top branch of the crystal chandelier and laughed wildly with his hands on his hips - and what happened next was a good interpretation of what it means to be extremely happy and to be sad for the people present and a certain powerful person behind the curtain who was overjoyed. .

Crystal lamp, I don’t know why, maybe it’s because the high-energy rays erupted by a distant star’s flare are a little stronger, or maybe there’s a screw that was slightly shallowed by a centimeter when it was installed.

In short, in the sudden collapse, the huge brass-gilded crystal chandelier and the ceiling carved with expensive marble and coral gems, with the chandelier, ceiling, brackets and the stunned Lucius, smashed into the hall floor and the grinning "Tavitz" on the ground.

Just as the battle brothers on the Ruthless Flame were speechlessly watching how the pink-butted Lucius was being beaten up and down by the furious Saul Tarvitz with a very suspicious red light scabbard.

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In the back kitchen meeting room of the "Delicious and Nutritious" restaurant on the other side.

Perturabo BC looked at the projected image in front of him and the real-time charts on his data board next to the image, which began to mysteriously grow sharply again, and took a deep breath.

Calm down, Perturabo, you can't kill them all yet, because Ramizane's current overflow of power has not been sufficiently controlled. If something unexpected happens, it will be even more...

Look, didn't you order that Stone's most stubborn son to settle some of the accounts for you temporarily? Now that part of the armory has been unsealed, you can even drive him like a dead slave! Think about it! Think about this wonderful thing! Think about what to eat for dinner!

He glanced at it, and the gap between the K curve and the S curve has indeed narrowed.

This made Perturabo calm down a little, that's it, as long as...

But the T curve suddenly pulled out an unexpectedly amazing height at this moment.

...

No, no, Perturabo, calm down, calm down, it is the most unreasonable and irrational idea to overturn the universe and start over now.

He warned himself.

After all, there will be no extra "life" to gamble if we restart it again this time!

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Ah ... ! ! When I find a chance!!! I will definitely stuff all of you troublemakers into my macro cannon and shoot you out alive!!! I will definitely shoot you out hard!!!!!!