Warhammer: Start with a dog

Obviously, the words spoken by the Saint of Ferrus were as true as steel stamps. With his return, the Iron Hands also clearly felt the increase in enemy firepower on their side - although it was said that the terrain was narrow. Because of the situation, there weren't that many enemies who could climb up the ceiling and shoot at them, but they weren't that few either.

Aided by his external servo skull sight, Mal'kan Ferro frustratedly fired three bolts into the eyepiece, killing yet another Chaos Space Marine whose flesh had merged with his faded pink armor. Si calmly reported the latest batch of ammunition reserves——

"Sir, based on the current usage rate, all of our explosive bombs are enough to inactivate 76% of the targets on this ship."

"Promethium fuel tank?"

"Eighty-five percent."

"Power weapon power supply?"

"Eighty-eight percent."

"Backup servo skull power?"

"Thirty-four were destroyed, twelve were fired on the initiative, and there were forty-six left."

"Then there's no problem, that's enough."

Even in the noisy corridor of the Vesalius, which is full of smoke, blood, dust and dim blue light, "he" in the optical observation display is still as beautiful as a silver metal giant, Spotless and sparkling.

“It’s unbelievable,” Alvin Ravus’s roughly 2% of the computing power was divided and he talked to Trazzi, who was trying his best to maintain the binary psychic shield. “In my limited imagination, I have always been I thought Ferrus Manus was as cold as a holy mountain covered with black snow and as hard as diorite, which is harder than iron, but I didn’t expect him to be like this.”

"Really?" Compared to Captain Ravus Steel, who was able to use his two-handed power sword with ease and the vicious plasma gun attached for this operation, Chief Thinker Traci obviously had less computing power to devote to the dialogue. . "But I don't think it's surprising that a thousand-year death can change things, Alvin."

The proportion of original flesh and blood in the chief think tank's body was originally about 35%. But at the last moment of the last Battle of Shadenus, after the battle against the former First Captain Julius Kesoron of the Emperor's Son who had been promoted to the Demon Prince, due to excessive focus and preservation of the power of the five think tanks, He was almost literally burning up in his own body.

But the body that was originally destined to die was saved by the dexterous hands of their genetic father who was at the scene, and Traci was able to hold on until the pharmacist brothers arrived and rushed him into a stasis position.

However, the injury to the chief think tank of the Rakuan clan was so severe that he later volunteered to become "Ferrus Manus" for this reason. The saint was the first among the Iron Ten to impose the "Return to Origin" Source" test subjects for surgery.

His body is now considered to be the prototype of the new body that "Ferrus Manus" cast for himself. There are countless components in it that no one has ever understood and read. Only the Primarch understands and dares to use them. The formulas and techniques created the muscles, nerves and internal organs of real humans. Although there are also imitations of Astartes after surgical transformation, the new metal flesh and blood body made entirely of metal and unknown process materials is perfect for the human body. Mimicry apparently allowed Traci to take his psychic skills to the next level.

In fact, the vague and unspoken emotions from telepathy are maintained by ancient written data from the depths of the genetic code, and also from the depths of the hearts of all "humans" starting from Terra. Desire has made Traci never be so attached to a being, just like a fledgling is attached to the first creature it sees. This is the reason why he is really eager to undergo surgical transformation.

"Do your job, damn it, those new mutants... are very wrong, I feel there is something disgusting about them..." Before he finished speaking, one of the "hounds" was obviously different from the other "hounds" A paler, twisted but unusually strong mutant jumped up high, it was drooling, the circuit chip under the skin shone faintly, and its two eyeballs protruded on the skull that became pointed and towering, but its sharp claws When he grabbed Traci's psychic shield, the power of the Sea of ​​Souls "avoided" it as if it "disgusted" the mutant's existence.

The hound, developed specifically for psykers, hissed triumphantly and pounced on the Chief Librarian.

So Traqi, who only brought the best guidance staff and didn't want to stain it with dirty blood, had to reluctantly use his metal limbs and fingers to carefully crush its head - just when the other party was surprised and scratched Tao's head. Why is this Astartes still able to move accurately after the steel armor penetrates his muscles? It seems that he is not restricted by pain or muscle severing at all.

"I have to say that the creatures here are obviously artificially modified. Today I have seen the largest number of modified human bodies in one place, and the most disgusting ones from the bottom of my heart. It is unimaginable that human beings can treat so many similar creatures. Carrying out such a vicious attack seems like..."

"It's as if the 'killer' didn't place himself in the same category of humans when making it." At this moment, Raus also had to take back his calculation power to separate chats, because it was indeed like Traci As said, the creatures that are still pouring out of the cabins, passages and ventilation ducts are no longer at the level of miscellaneous soldiers just now, and they need to be alert to deal with them.

So, as they had discovered in advance, the number of passengers on board this cursed and corrupted void ship far exceeded the capacity of its sister ships.

Although their killing efficiency had reached an inhumane efficiency and cruelty in perfect harmonic synchronization, the total number of enemies was always a problem. Coupled with the narrow and complex passages and cabin terrain, the current stalemate situation was very likely to develop into the tropical jungle world ground melee that the Iron Hands disliked the most.

And the various monsters and deformities that emerged from the opposite passage fell in batches, as if endless. The attacks of the Chaos Space Marines wearing faded purple armor were often fatal, but they were delivered to the door because of the ecstasy, greed and hunger of the Iron Ten who could kill them in close range. They were silently and accurately hit with a hammer or an axe on their heads that no longer had a human form.

After two more rounds of harvesting lives and unknown souls like mowing wheat, the Emperor's Children who were obviously high at the beginning were already few and far between, and the later batches were obviously more cautious - although they might not be able to see the figure standing at the end and responsible for sweeping the back of this line of battle far away due to the terrain, the graceful white-gold arc in the darkness when the Shabal saber was swung obviously made these more sober Emperor's Children remnants fall into some kind of suspicion.

"What do you think, Arkenix?" Merricks put his hand on his weapon and did not draw it, but they both knew what Merricks was referring to. "That knife light. That skill."

"I know, don't worry, Merricks." Flavius ​​Arkenix, the chief of the Phoenix Guard and the Phoenix secret meeting, answered.

His eyes behind the eyepiece were almost eager to catch the knife light that flashed like lightning in the night sky from time to time in the thick darkness behind.

"He can't get away from here. We will find out which of the Emperor's Children could have joined the Sons of the Gorgon against us."