Warhammer: Start with a dog

"...Thank you for your answer, it seems reasonable. But you are ruling and governing, not raising poisonous insects! These are your people! Mr. Jiu! Your people! Your offspring will be born from them!" If Phoenix still had fingers, Garuda could almost imagine him rubbing his knotted brows with his white, slender fingers with thin callouses on his weapons.

And now he is rubbing the brows of his silver-white face with the brand new silver-white fingers of the metal shell of "Ferus Manus".

This face is not gorgeous and exquisite, but it has an old-fashioned calm elegance, which makes it look like a statue of the original Ferus Manus, whose rough and brutal face has been softened by civilization and sensibility and then polished. Everyone who has seen it will think that he will never be suitable to be described by words such as beautiful or handsome, but it will make people hold their breath and concentrate because of the perfect balance and sharpness contained in his face that cannot be described in words, and they can't take their eyes away because of the greatness that human reason can reach.

Today, they finally decided to start shaping the face of this body together. This was the part that was deliberately left to the last to complete, using the living metal in Ferrus Manus' Garuda body and the formulas and technology of Mimir's treasure house to transform the human form of Fulgrim Ishtar, the new body in this universe. However, it was obvious that the two primarchs still had some disputes in shaping the face, so the hairstyle of this face was still undecided. It became a very energetic hairstyle for a while, and then it became a hairstyle that was too long for Garuda to be an eyesore.

"Don't tell me you don't know what raising a Gu means. Mr. Chiu. I shared with you the library information downloaded on the Iron Blood."

Garuda moved his wings, tilted his head and began to comb his metal feathers, and at the same time began to input his comments that he thought the current face was too smooth and kind into Fulgrim's data consciousness.

"You..." Fearless Phoenix frowned inside the shell, "I have already compromised and restored this face based on your skull instead of shaping it based on my face... Yes, I know it is impossible to shape it based on my face... What? So this is not a concession? You are as barbaric and unreasonable as ever, I..."

A warning pulse passed through their minds.

The flying fortress of the Lakuan clan has undoubtedly discovered something.

A moment later.

All the leaders gathered around the data throne in the command tower.

"What did you find?"

"Chaos ship," the Auspicious Lord sent a data stream to everyone from his highly mechanized skull, "seems to have been blown here by the same warp storms we encountered, and the sensor array returned damage to its hull and engine."

"Are there any life signals or unusual signals?"

"Yes, more than 30,000 biological signals, my lord, this is an ancient frigate. Her reactor has not yet fully recovered from the warp storm, and the void shield has not yet been raised."

"Frigate?" The Fearless Phoenix once again used its optical sensor sculpted into the shape of two eyes to look at the icons and data. The ancient machine soul of the Rakuan Clan Hall quietly opened an additional observation line for Garuda and his friends. "It looks much more bloated and deformed than a normal frigate, and 30,000 signals are not a normal number of personnel."

"Whether it is 20,000 or 30,000, it can only withstand a few rounds of salvos in front of the weapon array of the Clan Hall. Its reactor power is destined to overload its void shield power." This is Captain Raus.

"I feel bad that a Chaos ship appeared so close to Medusa. I think we should deal with it as soon as possible, my lord."

"Of course, but we must eliminate all evil, just in case. Perform a detailed scan for the last time, confirm it and monitor the signal, Lord of the Auspicious Instrument."

So after dozens of seconds, they got some new intelligence.

For example, the name of the Chaos frigate that was sent to them by the sudden subspace storm is Vesalius. And there are still living Chaos Space Marines on this ship.

There must be more than one Emperor's Son among them.

The powerful sensor array of the Lakuan Clan Hall Fortress sent a message to the observers with a strong contempt. The biological signals of Chaos Space Marines were identified. There were quite a few, more than two hundred people, but some of the signals were in poor condition. There were more unsightly details, such as the crew might have problems, and this Chaos ship was equipped with too many alien technology components and cabins that could not be scanned and penetrated.

After studying for about a few seconds, most of the participants thought that it would be better to send them to the west with a few rounds of full-power salvos. This ship and her crew were obviously filthy and hopeless. There was little point in boarding. If they could cover with firepower, there was no need to waste precious Iron Sons on this group of self-depraved people. Because they did not need to capture her, did not want prisoners, but only needed to completely destroy her and all the fallen people she carried.

Just as Fulgrim Ishtar frowned slightly and nodded at this efficient but boring tactic and was about to send a pulse of agreement back to the others and the weapons array officers, the sensor array automatically replenished several new scan data into their minds.

The Iron Hands were instantly horrified, and everyone felt something terrible ignited behind the data cable in their only flesh and blood nerves.

It was so obvious and sharp, carrying deadly danger and reckless destruction.

It was fierce, white-hot, and as angry as a supernova explosion or a mantle volcano eruption.

It seemed that in the next second, the entire universe could be brought together to hit a target without hesitation.

Then a calm, steel-like rational thought immediately invaded their high-speed online meeting, "encircling" this magma-like anger that almost "scalded" others in the data link with incredible softness and tenacity.

"You... Sir...?" Malkan Ferros asked cautiously.

"The plan has changed." "Wyland" or the Saint of Ferrus Manus replied, the voices of the two heirs that were always as warm as the spring breeze were now full of sharp and freezing ice. "Overload their void shields, break the warp engines, and then board. Prepare to fight, sons of Ferrus, I must confirm with my own eyes that he has been killed."

No one asked why the plan had to be changed, because everyone could hear the strong hatred and determination in the tone of the Saint of the Primarch.

The Iron Fathers and the captains saluted the Data Throne, but the person sitting on it still added their reasons for action.

"Fabius Bile." Each letter seemed to be spit out with poisoned teeth and tongues. The deep hatred was obvious to the Iron Fathers, although it was puzzled. "He's up there."

Garuda chirped softly on the shoulder of the Iron Man.

Fulgrim Ishtar conveyed his guilt to Garuda in his mind.

"I'm sorry, I was a little too emotional. They could have avoided boarding, but if I went alone, it would probably give the damned traitor Fabius a chance to escape. He's too cunning, I know him."

"I'm sorry." He repeated.

Garuda's thoughts turned into pulses and were sent into the amniotic fluid chamber. "This is the wrath of justice, you don't need to feel guilty about it. The offspring of Medusa is not as fragile as you think. Iron Armor Flame Heart is what I expected. Swing the hammer I gave you like wielding your own saber, my friend."