Warhammer: Start with a dog

"How is it possible?!"

Obviously, everyone here who might know this person - or these two uninvited guests - was shocked to the point of losing their ability to speak.

Considering that everyone here is someone who has survived in the Eye of Terror since the Horus Heresy, this is indeed a rare situation.

Fabius Bile's unparalleled arrogance, which was always buried under something on his face, cracked, because what he saw was undoubtedly incomprehensible to him, and he could not think for a moment.

This was a rare situation that made his mind go out of control and almost get overwhelmed by anger - of course, all the Emperor's children might have different symptoms but extremely strong reactions when they saw it - but for the Chief Pharmacist who had personally tried to understand and replicate this existence in front of him at a very deep level, at this moment, there was only one word that could gather thousands of words to describe his feelings at the moment.

"Betrayal!!!!"

He trembled all over for a while, and the surgical backpack behind him made a clicking sound, and the spider-like metal surgical instrument appendages trembled, opened and contracted.

"This is betrayal!!! Fulgrim!!! Shameful betrayal!!! You can't let me down again!! Again!!!!"

The room was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

The giant spirit with silver and gold flashing all over his body stared at Fabius who was shouting so painfully and dramatically, as if he suddenly couldn't understand High Gothic.

The Word Bearer Apostle was the first one to laugh among all the people present, and then the chief pharmacist's painful torture cane hit him, causing the Word Bearer to kneel down immediately, convulsing and vomiting because of the extremely severe pain, and let out a terrifying, piercing wail.

The hexagram runes protecting the hull and the interior vibrated due to the demon apostle's nerves and psychic energy that were almost out of control due to the pain.

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On the Vesalius, the conflict between the two time and space that should not have happened undoubtedly attracted some always hungry beings.

The attention of the Unliving Ones, attracted by the abundant emotional and spiritual reserves here, or something else, is greatly tilted. Groups of demons crossed the empty ocean and gathered towards the Vesalius, where something that should never happen was happening.

If an ancient Terran observer could observe them from a distance, he might say that they looked like a group of vultures hovering over the grassland in search of fresh flesh and blood, but they were undoubtedly bolder than vultures.

In addition, there is another thing that is not known to everyone, but it is still very ironic: when the Geller position of this ship passed through the abandoned webway gate and destroyed the control node at the request of Fabius, it was actually almost ineffective.

Now blocking the Vesalius and preventing larger-scale and shaped demons from approaching is actually the hexagram spell released by the Word Bearers apostle standing next to Fabius.

The spell of the demon apostle is actually protecting them from the demons.

And the Word Bearers did not volunteer to serve the Chief Pharmacist.

Of course, such bizarre incidents as using demon apostles to protect them from demons were common under Fabius's rule. Those who had been in contact with him for a longer time without dying or losing their minds - that is, those who were very useful to Bayer often found that the chief pharmacist's tone was always more humble than anyone else, but his actions were often more arrogant than gods.

In the eyes of the silver uninvited guest, the demon apostle's face was worn out by futile struggle and enslavement, which made his skin tightly stretched on his skull. His dark red power armor came from an older and brighter era. Now there was almost no place on the surface of the Word Bearers' armor that was still smooth and blank. Lines of extracted secret prayers, hymns and weird sect documents were written and engraved on the plating in the most secret words and symbols in many different languages.

Sakara was not wearing a helmet, and the eyes on his face were now wet and inquiring at the sudden god who broke into the pharmacy. On his skull, along the outer edge of the soft flesh of the jawbone where the neck and chin meet, there is a scar that was obviously cut open and then sutured.

This scar is too ruthless and direct, and it seems incompatible with his own tattoos or Colchis runes. Starting from this major surgical incision, Bile surgically inserted a large number of psychic suppression remote control implants, forced obedience nodes, and at least two micro-disintegration bombs into the brain and nerve plexus of the last survivor of the Word Bearers killing team sent by the Dark Council to kill him. In the brain or body, ensure that when Bile's heartbeat stops, Sakara will also be blown into a pile of reduced biomass mucus. The reason why this consequence is known is that the Word Bearers have seen the test work of these bombs.

Despite this, he has never stopped trying to secretly take out the bombs and incite rebellion with words, although in the eyes of other senior members of the Apothecary Union, his behavior is more like a tool for them to have fun after dinner, a talking, controlled tool that facilitates them to summon, control, enslave and defend against the lifeless through him.

Every sentient being is born to be a tool in his hands, some are complex, some are simple, some are precious and some are completely useless. This is Fabius's arrogance and his definition of other creatures.

If a tool does not satisfy him, he will become extremely angry under his calm appearance, and he is not afraid to tell lies that they want to hear in front of every tool, because he finds that this can make the tools more handy, or in other words, willing.

Fabius Bile's actions are always carried out by him with some names such as "a flash of pity" or "a kind thought", but no matter how much emotion is imposed on the tool, the tool is still a tool.

And Bile always angrily spitted that the gods are just a subspace cancer, a fantasy, and just a kind of sustenance and excuse imagined by others who are not strong enough.

So, who is always using "a flash of thought" to drive many actions of Fabius Bile? And which destructive power's symbol was engraved on the top of the staff in his hand, which he had taken from the Unborn's melting claws?

The demon apostle watched everything as a prisoner.

So even though he knew that he would suffer extremely painful punishment and that he could not disobey the control nodes implanted in his head and neck by Fabius, Sakara still choked on blood from his nose, spit out blood clots in his spasming esophagus, and laughed extremely twistedly and happily.

"Ha... Fabius... They... have been... watching... He is coming... He is coming..."

The gland hounds tilted their heads, bared their teeth, clenched their weapons, tightened their muscles, and exuded hostility to attack the intruders without fear.

The demigod glanced at them carelessly, and there was no mercy or compassion in his silver eyes for these newly created species.

Kindness and compassion are one of the most precious and rare treasures in this galaxy, and Fulgrim Ishtar only wants to leave them to the real people.

Finally, a second person recovered from the shock, and Arrian's voice broke the silence again.

"What is Fulgrim - Chief Apothecary, this... isn't this the face of the Tenth Primarch?"

"Who are you?!"