Warhammer: Start with a dog

"Where is he? Damn it, we need more men and heavy weapons!" Merricks shouted breathlessly towards Arkenex, while leaning down and pushing a mutant hound beside him towards him in front, and then immediately fell to the ground.

A blazing ray passed over his head, and at the same time, the mutant's hot and twitching corpse, with half of his skull melted off, fell to the dirty ground next to his shoulder, stirring up a burst of dust and unknown A mixture of something.

"How do I know?! Where is the damn 'Spider'?! Why hasn't he sent someone to back us up yet?! This is his ship, right?! Where's Arrian?! Where's Skragorm?! This isn't him! Favorite occasion? And the Word Bearer Demon Apostle?"

"For now, this is indeed Fabius's ship." Merricks tried his best to hide behind some kind of thick enough cover and commented sharply, "But since you were actually sent by Eidolon, If he goes back to work for him or kill him, I think Fabius has a reason to hope that something will happen to you at the hands of the 'Iron Ten' who suddenly appeared. It's a perfect way to deal with it."

"Damn it. Merricks," Arkenix cursed, "You don't have to use your imagination so well at times like this!"

In response to the two Emperor's Children who appeared to be the command team and who had survived the previous attack compared to other Chaos Space Marines, the Iron Hands' line over there responded with an even more intense and intense burst of high energy. Pulse rays, storm bombs and targeted flamethrowing attacks allowed their cousins ​​of the Third Legion to feel the "fire" of the straight men of steel.

"What a fucking noise! ​​Are these Gorgons crazy?! Aren't their guns afraid of cutting this damn ship in two with the power of their guns?!"

"This can't go on like this." Arkenix said calmly. As one of the members of the Phoenix Conclave who still wanted to make the Third Legion great again, it was obvious that he could still think calmly, and he only drank some brew from a distant planet to refresh himself. Just a product.

"Mericks, we have to find a way to get out of here first..."

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The matriarch of the gland hounds, Igri, stands vigilantly guarded by her master, her benefactor, her god.

This muscular and muscular Cyborg woman was as strong as an Astartes and was considered by Fabius Bair to be the most successful early gland hound because she was one of Fabius's most beloved servants, so she was never The reward she received from her benefactor was to multiply her bloodline for her benefactor.

This means that she is both the mother, grandmother, and aunt, uncle, or other cousin of many of the gland hounds currently on this ship.

She was perfect for the purpose for which she was made, and although she had aged, and her hair had turned the color of old frost, her face still had a look of stretched bones and muscles. The broad and square shape is as if flesh can be carved like stone, forming a perfect and precise flesh and blood robot.

She swayed slightly uneasily, not because of fear - gland hounds are not afraid, even when facing Space Marines, they can pounce on them like a pack of hounds and hunt with precision and efficiency - but because of worry about what she created. Lord, her benefactor.

A large ornate necklace made from the teeth of the Space Marines she hunted swayed slightly as the angle of her body in the worn uniform and carapace changed.

"My benefactor," she said again, in a soft, yearning voice that was so at odds with her appearance.

Her lovers, children and relatives surrounded her, and the other gland hounds put their hands on their weapons. Farther away, the little monsters, the vat-born ones, began to whimper with nostalgia. And Fabius, who stared morbidly at their center, was like the planets and asteroids surrounding a morbid sun.

Fabius knew what she meant, and it was always considered a great honor among his creatures to serve him in arms.

So he reached out and touched the barcode on her face with his fingers, allowing one of his most beloved creatures to equip him with weapons.

The hooded, underdeveloped vat creature with the body of a child or a dwarf crawling on the ground hissed and carried a weapon box for him, in which lay a Scepter of Pain, which Fabius picked up from somewhere. A big demon got it from the gradually dissolving claws. Although the main function of this weapon is to bring pain to any being attacked by it, this function is obviously also very practical.

The Chief Pharmacist holstered his syringe gun, his surgical backpack humming with awareness, long insect-like appendages flicking restlessly along his spine and shoulders.

Fabius frowned slightly, and while appeasing this strange phenomenon, he looked to his side.

The Apothecary of the World Eaters and the Apostle of the Word Bearers were both present, and the Apothecary of the Sons of Horus stood on the outside, carelessly stroking the diamond teeth of his chain axe, while on the other side was a man wearing a pale flesh-like body. The Death Guard Apothecary is a bloated and cracked steed-like Terminator.

With the exception of the Word Bearer, they are all now his apprentices, eager for his knowledge and skills, and to serve him.

So he waited patiently.

He is confident and he is humble, but he knows that all his guests will eventually come for him.

For him, Fabius Bayer, the genetic ancestor, the ancestor of the new gods that arose from the bones of the old empire.

Come.

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Fulgrim Ishtar's uneasiness grew stronger. Although the data sent back by Garuda from the front and above showed that the density and intensity of biological signals in the vicinity had greatly increased, none of them were strong enough to pose a threat to the two of them working together.

They had checked two secret laboratories before. The scenes there - Fearless Phoenix didn't want to talk about them, but it was very unusual that although those laboratories were guarded by guards, the guarding force was still very weak, and there was no one inside (those things could never be considered human beings). Except for the bodies in different states on the operating table they found (uncut, cut, and turned into minced meat in the sink under the operating table), the various blood-stained power armor parts peeled off when some crustaceans were eaten under the operating table (many of them were from unfortunate loyalists, but the symbols and liveries of the Emperor's Children and other Chaos factions were not uncommon), and the several clone culture tanks behind the secret door of the laboratory, which were guarded by the most codes, machines and strange artificial creatures. There was nothing else (to be honest, using any machine and any code to protect the secrets was as clear as an exclamation mark of "there is a problem inside" for these two people).

In order not to alert the enemy, he suppressed the extreme feeling of nausea and left two double-insurance bombs in each of the secret rooms where the clone culture chambers were placed, to ensure that these things could be completely destroyed after they found the real owners.