Warhammer: Start with a dog

Chapter 447 Everyone is...

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Tall and striking, Anverk sat on a rock behind a makeshift fortification made of black stones and iron cages, carefully adjusting his beloved weapon.

Before the next battle begins, ensuring that the weapons and equipment in their hands and bodies are in the best possible condition is the training they receive, and he has already regarded it as an essential part of daily life.

This reliable flamethrower that has followed him through many battles has been carefully overhauled before and is in good condition. Even in the harsh working environment on the surface of the planet, the machine spirit appears active and enthusiastic, running well, and has promethium content. The heat, length, and duration of the flames were all powerful, like an arm, which made Anverk's heavy mood here feel a little better.

Most who know the tall Astartes here believe that his powerful weapon must have been carefully blessed by the dark gods - for there is no way that the promethium tank capacity of any flamethrower can explain the During the passionate battle after Vic took it, the self-proclaimed sergeant could not guess which god had blessed Anverk and his weapon, which made many people who had also blessed him become jealous. It is difficult to imitate his ways.

First of all, the God of War prefers blood, skulls and face-to-face battles between warriors. Flamethrowers will never win his attention. The power of life and triple rebirth and his believers are not happy with weapons like flames. Yu Yanbiao: Although the followers of the Prince of Darkness are willing to try all kinds of pain and novelty, the drama of death brought by the fire is far from making up for the level of feeling they like; then only the Lord of Change and the weaving of fate are left. Or, the changeable characteristics of the flame are also consistent with the characteristics of this god - but Anverk can't see the mutation at all, the lack of love for knowledge, and the lack of spiritual power. These three things are added together. It goes against the common sense of the Lord of Change.

"But who knows, that's the Lord of Change. Maybe this god has enjoyed too many of our cousins ​​and suddenly wants to have some fun for a change?" - from an anonymous person in disguise Private remarks from the "Silver Skull" brothers.

According to uncertain rumors, the battle brother did not know what keywords were triggered when he talked frivolously about gods. During his own battle on the second day, the unfortunate lucky man suffered a series of unspeakable successes. A big failure - such as a weird situation where all his attacks hit the opponent but caused minimal damage.

Since then, the speculation about Anverk and his battle brother Phil Hammer has made everyone more secretive. Only the boldest and most ambitious Iron Warriors will consider daring to get close to them in order to find out how to obtain the gift. Foo's clues - Soltarn had certainly told them something, but life in the Eye of Terror would still make it easier for these veterans to believe the facts they had learned.

In addition, there is another person who makes the Iron Warriors even more concerned, a mortal, even just a twelve-year-old child: Samokwan.

The boy who had been freed by Soltarn from the first slave camp he encountered had been with the Stonecallers ever since - now known to the warband as "The Lord of the Earth" It is said that their father, the Lord of Steel, who has now left Medrengard, gave Soltarn Wo Bronn some kind of revelation from the underworld, allowing him to stay. Taking the life of the boy from Selous's Tadashi Academy.

No one knows what he planned, not even Samokwan himself.

In fact, Samokwan still has occasional nightmares to this day - that is what he finally encountered during the attack on their academy: he ran away, and ran into a man as he fled outside. The Iron Warrior's power armor was then thrown to the wall like a toy. Together with more than twenty other students, they trembled and watched as the attacker threw the bodies of the older students out of the tall building of the academy. Outside the city wall - and he saw with his own eyes the blood-stained Sky Eagle emblem on Commissar Khorne's chest and the blasted pale bones -

"Samokuan."

Someone shook him gently.

"Samokwan!"

This time he heard clearly. The boy jumped up from his small makeshift bed, wiped his face as fast as he could in the academy and stood by the bed, "Yes! Sir!"

"The smell of your sweat tastes scary. Had another nightmare?"

here we go again.

Although he has lived and fought with the legendary Emperor's Angels for several weeks now (it should be somewhat discounted, but after all, Samokan only attended Tadashi Academy for three weeks), he still doesn't quite Get used to the special attitude these extraordinary humans sometimes display towards mortals.

Whether it's Anverk's silly big guy who arrogantly thinks he's superior to mortals but is sometimes foolishly willing to help them, or like the warrior in front of him, who has an extraordinary compassion for mortals, Samo Kuan didn't like this, it made him feel like some kind of inferior creature, but they were all human, weren't they? Even for a tribal child like Samokwan, who was sent to the academy by his mother because his father died in a war near Cadia, he believed that he had a slim chance of growing into such an extraordinary person. In this case, what would happen to each other? There shouldn't be too much distinction between treatments.

Obviously, the Zhongsi Academy was raided only a few weeks after it began to discipline Samokwan, the martyr's son. The political commissars had not had time to make the child completely forget his hometown and his childhood.

Philhammer stared with his gray eyes into the storm gray eyes below that were staring back at him.

His inner instinct became vaguely uneasy again: the child's eye color was too similar to his own, a very unique gray, and at certain angles it was even blue.

The child was given training by Soltarn after he and his companions joined the team. He told Phil Hammer, "The revelation I received was that this child was destined to be one of us. So I will Let him join us when the time is right, but he is not trained enough. This is your apprentice. Teach him well."

Why did you ask that question at that time? "Join us? But we don't have a pharmacist at all. Now I'm the pharmacist. It's impossible for me to complete all the implant surgeries on my own! Besides, where are we going to get healthy gene seeds? Even if we take them from dead people When it comes to the ones in better condition, how can you be sure that the seeds are not contaminated by the subspace here? "

Soltarn, who was sitting in his smoky seat lit by candles and meditation incense, smiled at him when he heard this.

The decoration of this room of the Earth Ruler reminded Phil Hammer of the more magnificent Seer Ceremony Hall on a certain ship that he had seen during his journey here - all this was in line with his idea of ​​the Silver Skull. The Chapter's Librarians were all under the impression that they were prophets and that these brothers would act in accordance with the results of prophecies as much as possible - except that he had not previously known that the Second Captain of the Silver Skull Brothers was also a powerful psyker.

But this is not a big problem. After all, meeting old friends in a foreign land is undoubtedly a great comfort to these two warriors who have lost their symbols of honor and are not allowed to mention the names of their allegiance. Therefore, after talking in this room, he and his companions agreed to temporarily use the names of Phil Hammer and Anverk of the Silver Skull Chapter to more conveniently operate publicly before achieving their goals, and to assist in the search for Ertarn carried out his mission (while, with guilt and guilty pleasure, they chanted the Primarch's name in the name of the Silver Skull).

——To be honest, although he had been cheering for Pasanius and received help from the Destiny Steel along the way, deep down he was still somewhat worried about whether the death oath he swore to them could be fulfilled. It must meet Lord Calgar's expectations, but now there is Captain Soltarn they know here!

Many times in his prayers he sincerely thanked the Emperor and the Primarch for their protection, as well as the Chapter Master and Elder Khadormer who had sent this powerful and experienced Captain here to carry out his mission.

Especially when they discovered that Soltarn was not only an experienced commander and think tank, but also had lurked in the Eye of Terror for many years. He had also collected a large amount of intelligence on the situation in Medlengard, and had extensive knowledge of the people and things here. Quite familiar. With his help, Uriel Ventris, who goes by the pseudonym Filhammer, is now ten to nine points confident that he can complete his mission and return to his beloved Macragge and his warband. of certainty.

You see, according to Soltarn's introduction to them and the latest intelligence they obtained, what they want to destroy is related to an experimental sample lost by the Silver Skull Chapter.

Soltarn told the two former Ultramarines that the silver-skulled Potion Master had been captured and lost a large amount of his laboratory data and samples, which eventually ended up in the Kallan-Gol Fortress in front of them. , claimed by the Chaos Lord Toramino and his warband.

The Daemon Womb, an extremely evil thing predicted by Varro Tigris, the greatest Librarian of the Ultramarines, was built on the suffering of countless innocent mortals, and would breed more variants of Chaos Space Marines to join their ranks, and create a new world for them. It is here that the things that should not exist in the world that bring destruction and war to the Empire and the Galaxy are trying to operate in large numbers under the auspices of Tolamino.

Their mission is almost identical to that of Captain Soltarn: the former is to destroy it, the latter is to ensure its destruction and document the situation.

Ventris and Pasanius are no longer the only two people who landed here to survive in the wilderness. Now they have his "lurking brothers" company re-assembled by Soltarn. When they entered a slaughter camp and encountered Soltarn, the Earth Ruler had only thirty men. Now, as their army swept away half the planet, less than three hundred were allowed to stay. He served under Soltarn.

Then now they have more than 2,600 rescued auxiliary troops who have been pulled up on the spot. These soldiers are from Yoland. This is a great army, and even retains its organizational structure and many drivers. personnel, so that the Space Marines have more firepower and cover support, and can also dedicate some manpower to manage their newly acquired factories and handle logistics matters.

Although Soltarn had hinted more than once that he or Pasanius would be in charge of their rear, Ventris did not think so. In fact, with Soltarn restraining his behavior, he felt that these The latent cousin is also good at chart management and plan execution, and his and Pasanius' goals are clear: to fulfill their death oaths, leave Medlengard alive, return to Macragge, and regain control of Macragge. Qualification to be accepted into his warband and home.

In this case, it seems somewhat...

Ventris didn't want to say anything redundant. After all, Soltarn was the commander now, so it was normal that he didn't have much time to guide the child.

He retracted his thoughts. In the eyes of mortals, Ventris, whose pseudonym was Phil Hammer, just blinked a little too long.

"Your lessons today are High Gothic, arithmetic, geography, and the correct prayers for different weapons in response to different situations on the battlefield."

The boy's face puffed up slightly.

"...Why are these boring courses again? When can I learn swordsmanship and shooting..."

Although this little murmur was far from subtle, the enhanced hearing provided by the Astartes' Lyman Ears made it effortless to pick up the complaint clearly at this distance.

"Wait until you grow taller and stronger." The former Ultramarine pointed out rudely, "You can't even stabilize the recoil of the Astra Militarum's pistol."

"I can use it!"

The stern glare from the Astartes made Samokan suddenly realize the lack of discipline and training in his behavior. He lowered his head in shame and quietly crossed two fingers at his side. "I'm sorry, instructor."

"Why do you say sorry?"

"I shouldn't complain and answer without permission. Instructor!"

This kid just lacks some rigorous training and courses. If he were placed in an academy in his hometown of Cowes, he would definitely be severely deducted in the first semester exam. Well, at least Uriel Ventris still remembers his youth training in the military camp and those forests, waterfalls, caves and ancient tombs——

The lines at the corners of his mouth softened unconsciously, then returned to severity, "It's good to know, then you need to add lessons on identifying our common enemies to your lessons today."

The boy became visibly happy again, "Yes, instructor!"

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Soltarn vo Bronn was alone in his room in the fortress of their makeshift camp.

The place is still full of runes, magic circles, and some fascinating-looking sundries: some parchment rolls, candles, incense, and various amulets.

Only the Stoneforger himself knows that these things are nothing more than a cover-up or a way to scare away anyone who has any doubts about his presence here, selecting and gathering Iron Warriors in the name of their primarch, or more warriors who can be used to "clean up" this place. Some useful excuses - You and the warriors on the demon planet in the Eye of Terror are far less effective than telling them something that they can understand and want to hear.

He listened to the noise outside. His guards were walking around in the distance, making sure that no one disturbed their leader while he meditated.

Afterwards, Soltarn walked to the table, took out a small roll of leather paper from a secret compartment of his leg armor, slowly spread it out on the table, and looked at what he had done since arriving here by the dim candlelight. A memory diary written from memory: it is densely written with fragmented words, some of which are what he saw and heard on the Destiny Steel, some of which are fragments of words that Aharin inadvertently revealed while eating in the officers' mess, and some It was the rumors and information he heard in the chapel or the secret gathering below deck. At the bottom was the prayer to their father that Julius once led them to pray. These words were reflected in him now as a psyker. It seems that every word is filled with strange power, protecting him from the power of subspace that exists here all the time.

This is Soltarn's own secret holy book.

He must be able to find and welcome back the genetic father with a result that is more in line with the expectations of the fathers.