Warhammer: Start with a dog

Chapter 440 Mantis Catches Cicada-

The Eye of Medusa, a super-giant armored core fortress built deep underground in Medusa after the fall of Ferrus Manus, is also the main data exchange and storage center of the Iron Hands Chapter - in other words, their main computer room.

The most formal meetings and the most important decisions of the Iron Council are held, discussed and passed here. Now, in this venue with the legacy of ancient theaters and all kinds of incredible technology, everything seems to be in order and silent.

But the discussion center connecting all the Iron Fathers sitting on the Iron Throne who can still perform their duties normally is actually very lively now.

+ Our command and communication control lines to the front are still occupied by the hateful rebels. The cracking time is unknown... The dissatisfaction of the machine souls has never been so high. Ferrus, my head hurts! +

+ Be careful not to overheat your cerebral cortex, the thinking chip will cook the neuroprotein of the cerebral cortex. The fighting style of these reinforcements is definitely not that of any Iron Hands clan company. Where did they come from? +

+We have not received any notification of the Imperial fleet preparing or passing through the Medusa route, and we have not actually asked for help from any additional forces. +

+That's right, we can handle it ourselves. Hell is others. +

+Wait a minute, the code signal of the Conquest Hall of the Lakuan clan appeared at the edge of the Iron Moon's scanning blind spot. +

+It seems that the Lakuan have returned to support us. It seems that they have decided to follow the clan honor first. The group of Astartes who may be reinforcements and the one leading them... Wait, who is that? ! What is that? ! No, don't step on the ground of Medusa with your vicious and dirty traitorous feet! The hand of Ferrus! It's him! It's him! The murderer who killed our father! How dare he appear in our sight! +

Many of the most ancient Iron Fathers let out a terrible data fever roar in their circuits when they saw the attire of the tall figure who had fought the First Chosen of Nurgle, the most active Legionnaire of the Death Guard (not), the Lord of the Terminus and the nest of the Destroyer Flies.

+How dare you...how dare you appear on the ground of Medusa! Hateful! Hateful betrayer! Damn murderer! +

+Shame. +

+This is the greatest insult to every blessed relic and every drop of Ferrus' blood in our bodies. +

+Kill him. +

+I want him dead. +

+I take back my advice on the Rakuan clan for such a depraved act. There is no need to discuss any additional treatment for them. +

+Be careful of the Rakuan, they used their Conquest Hall to successfully raid Medusa during the Morai Sundering. +

+We will not make the same mistake again. Let us open the Gorgon Forge Vault and kill them all. We may die together, but the Iron Hand will continue to stand on Medusa, +

+Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! (KILL! KILL! KILL!) +

+Immediate decision: whether to launch "The Infinite Dark Source of Saint Manpark", "The Blood of (DATA EXPUNGED FOR NOT SHOWN)" and "The Covenant of Oblivion (DATA EXPUNGED FOR NOT SHOWN). In addition, the soldiers and vehicles of the Chapter within the same range will be confirmed as acceptable losses. They will be recorded as Chapter martyrs, and their names and battles will be gloriously engraved on the iron crystal stone plate of the Antarctic Fortress. +

+Agree. +

+Agree. +

The Iron Fathers attending the meeting almost couldn't wait to cast their special steel resolution votes in their hands - more like a small metal ingot than a "vote" - Put it into the collection tube specially installed on the armrest of their seat throne. It is simple and practical. Since the ancient ostracism, humans have used similar methods to this day. For the believers of the Iron Father and the God of All Machines who are also swimming in the ever-changing data stream, physical voting to prevent cheating is more efficient.

For the current resolution, silver ingots represent consent and bronze represents opposition. Although this is an anonymous vote, these ingots will fall into the tube when voting, and then follow the pipes and separators into the logical balance in the center of the hall.

+ Execute immediately, but we don't have Harmon +

+Since the Hammonk clan's accusation is closely related to Lakuan, then pull out Hastam Hammonk's brain and spine and use them as a repeater to crack their treasure code. +

+Is this a bit. +

+He won't die if he is pulled out anyway, so be careful not to break the drug pipelines that inject nutrients and maintain vitality. Summon the pharmacist and prepare Hastam's Furnace Chain (Note 1)! Connect his brain to the door locks of the Hammonk clan's treasure house and the Fearless Relics Vault! +

+When will the command of the front line be... +

+The Eye of Medusa reports that it has been received Data intrusion - the other party requested communication. +

+It must be some kind of trick, refuse and set up more logical defenses. +

Behind his breathing mask, Kadan Stounus solemnly examined the name of the person who requested to communicate with him from a private channel that had not been activated for a long time: Malkan Ferros.

His former mentor, one of the most prestigious among the Iron Fathers, and an important figure in performing the ritual of abandoning the left hand for every recruit entering the Iron Hands for thousands of years, the betrayal of Malkan and the Rakuan clan would undoubtedly be one of the most serious blows to the Iron Hands since the Morai split five thousand years ago.

Originally, just like that time, the Iron Council gathered together and finally got the optimal solution for the Sons of Ferrus.

But this time he was not sure, because he saw the culprit who had committed the most serious and despicable crime to the gene father of the Iron Hands, and made them spend 10,000 years in the increasingly sharp contradiction between pain, hatred, despair and hope.

Fulgrim.

Although many details were different from the Dark Prince's Ascended Prince, such as he had no extra arms and normal legs.

But a Primarch with incomplete equipment like him could not disguise or hide himself in the big data monitoring of the Iron Hands, not to mention that his various data had been passed down from generation to generation - patiently preparing for the opportunity to kill him.

As a result, Fulgrim landed on the ground of Medusa like a moth to a flame, and appeared in front of all the Iron Hands. He insulted all the blood of Ferrus, but he was also destined to shed blood on Medusa today and sacrifice blood to Ferrus.

And Malkan Ferros, the Master of the Forge, the Iron Father, was the Iron Hand who had colluded with Fulgrim.

This absurd combination of words almost made him feel unreal.

This was the truth that the Iron Hands recruits' trial on the Ouranus Rock kept telling every Iron Hand: Don't trust anyone around you, not even your brothers.

Malkan's private communication requests were repeated so quickly that even the ruthless data could almost show his anxiety.

Do you want to connect?

Listen to the traitor's story?

Perhaps Malkan Ferros would tell him a completely different story?

A completely logical story that Cardan Sturnus would like to hear, such as he pretended to lead the way and deliberately lured Fulgrim to Medusa to kill him.

This was a very tempting idea, and a guess that was more in line with the style of the Malkan that Cardan knew.

No. This was undoubtedly another sign of weakness, just like the prelude to what happened on the ground of Isstvan ten thousand years ago.

No. Cardan Stounus would not make such a mistake.

The weaknesses and defects in Ferrus and human genes would be corrected by his descendants.

Cardan Stounus cut off the communication request and watched as Hastam was pinned to the ground by the maintenance servitors and apothecaries, forcing his armor open and revealing the damp, hot, and few organic things inside.

They disconnected his brain from his mechanical organs, implanted senses, and weapon systems, leaving safe mode, and then new biological plugs and interfaces were inserted into his forge chain, making Hastam essentially a living wetware for them to crack the key to the Hammonk clan's treasure vault.

Hastam had been one of the oldest and most combative Iron Hands among them. Like Cardan, he relied on his inner beliefs to survive the turmoil of the Highlands, but ultimately he could not escape the call of Chaos.

How sad.

But this is the result of being tainted by Chaos and betrayal.

As one of the ultimate quick solutions they intend to use, the "Infinite Dark Source of Saint Manparc" is about to be taken out and released from the clan treasury.

Although they have not been able to figure out the structure and working principle of it very well for so many years, it is a pity that this treasure may not be reproduced in the future.

But a miniaturized black hole with a self-death mechanism that can be released on the battlefield is definitely enough to deal with any blind enemy within the range, even if it is the Primarch and the Blessed by Evil.

Medusa must win.

Holy Ferrus Manus.

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The "Sons of Phoenix" are silently active in the various teams they are assigned. Although there are not many people, their rich combat experience and their prediction of the Plague Warriors miraculously allow them to kill and save many friendly forces - their success in avoiding the chaos traps and strange weapons used by the descendants of Mortarion is eye-catching.

They are like dancers. Their agile and highly maneuverable blade storms are lethal and can escape very quickly. Combined with the Iron Hand's extremely accurate long-range firepower support, they are definitely an annoying and counterproductive opponent for the slow-moving Death Guards.

In the countless ongoing dances of death, the surprisingly tall figure who is fighting against the Lord of the First Company of the Fourteenth Legion is particularly eye-catching.

He is wearing the same huge gray-white armor, purple and gold decorate his shoulders and knees, holding a flaming long sword, and a silver helmet with golden wings that hides his face but cannot hide his perfect footwork and swordsmanship-

Typhons, who encountered an absolutely unexpectedly strong enemy here, was surprisingly angry and roared loudly.

"You! You and your flattering god! You have betrayed your class! Fulgrim! Are you, like Mortarion, still stubbornly refusing to comprehend the greatness of the gods?! Well! Since you are here! Then I will let you feel the power of the loving father! Add another trophy to the garden of the glorious reborn god! Anyway, there is already a Primarch there, you can go and keep him company! Unable to appreciate the beauty and mercy of the gods! You are both weak! Just right!"

The long sword burning with flames drew a graceful arc in the air, ruthlessly and effortlessly cutting through a bone nozzle of the Destroyer's fly nest like a hot knife cutting through butter. The destruction that was reproduced and stored in it was The plague fly, this small demonic creature suddenly exploded in its nest and rushed towards the attacker like crazy. Then it was ignited by the platinum flame on the blade, burning in the air and falling to the ground, with insect-like details. The limbs struggled in the air, and were eventually burned into harmless but smelly green smoke.

"Who is of the same class as you? Don't be too arrogant, son of Mortarion." A beautiful but contemptuous voice came from the breathing grid under the golden wing helmet. At the moment when the plague flies rushed over, The young Phoenix had already distanced himself. After burning the demonic creatures to death, he waited for an opportunity to attack. At the same time, he avoided three consecutive heavy blows from Typhons's scythe soaked in the juice of Nurgle's Plague Cauldron - this one. The scythe named "Reaper of Man" is indeed a truly damaging weapon, and even Fulgrim, who holds the flaming sword, must temporarily avoid its edge.

But obviously Fulgrim's mouth was very sharp when dealing with his two adopted brothers, and he did not intend to let it go idle when facing the enemy.

"Are you surprised? Well, after all, not every primarch has you, a rebellious descendant who thinks he is qualified to sit with your genetic father, and even thinks that he is the one who should command the legion. . Your God has let you work for him for so many years, but my pale brother is still more favored by Him than you. No wonder you always talk about him - talking about the pride caused by this extreme self-confidence. , you and Fabius must have a lot in common, maybe I will suggest building a Colosseum, and then put the two of you in it, and let the two of you compete with each other on your own resentment, arrogance and arrogance. Maybe we can fight forever.”

The ridiculed First Company Commander was furious. He took a heavy step and raised his hand towards the "Fulgrim" whose aura was too pure but not strong enough, intending to repeat the same trick - rarely. Someone realized that although he had been wearing Terminator armor and was skilled in various weapons and combat, Karas Typhon was actually a very powerful psyker who had not been properly trained and developed his potential.

This repressed talent became more powerful after he converted to the God of Corruption and Rebirth. Typhons tasted his own anger and accumulated strength. His existence began to cast a yellow-green oil film over the surrounding environment. distorted shadows. He would teach this pathetic and frivolous Primarch a lesson that had only known pleasure during the siege of Terra, and preach the truth of the Father, the words of truth that would make his psychic magic even more invisible. And fatal.

"All living things are immortal."

The next moment, something happened that made everyone present and spectators shocked for different reasons.

The dead, following the eternal truth of the Father, began to rise again from the muddy swamp.