Warhammer: Start with a dog

Chapter 490 Which War Commander are you talking about-

"Slaves are still in short supply... The Pirate Queen's fleet requires more supplies of strong alcohol, while Tucker's Dark Forge Ship requires all rare metal ingots, including fine gold..."

There, Vanus read the long list of applications while sizing up the war blacksmith and master of potion sitting behind the steel laboratory table that served as a desk.

"I know... Although Katya Salomba's swordsmanship is not as good as that of Etasiya, she is very good at controlling the messy pirates under her. Well, spirits, right? My laboratory will Provide some supplements.”

A beautiful female swordsman with unusually strong and tight muscles hidden under her slender limbs appeared in front of Honso's eyes. She had snow-white skin, eye-catching violet almond eyes and an unusually bright blue long hair. It turns out that the Pirate Queen's sword often wears the bleeding heart of her admirer, and the Potion Master personally estimates that she may have a quarter of Eldar blood. "Where are the alien mercenaries?"

"The Kroot, Hrud, and Losatl tribes are still at their positions for the time being, and they all seem quite satisfied. According to the news I heard, although they did not receive additional equipment and ammunition, they Bringing back fresh food and supplies for their families and cubs keeps their families satisfied, which reduces the aggressiveness of those main mercenaries."

"Yes, remember to remind me that the Hrud ships should always be placed at the outermost edge, but not too obvious - then who else is next?"

"The Astartes of the different warbands requested..."

There are so many tedious matters that need to be dealt with today in this long and tiresome administrative affairs table. Even with the help of a master of strategic planning like Honso and the help of an adjutant like Vannas who has experience in office work, they It still took a full three standard hours to deal with it, frustratingly.

"O Lord of the Unspeakable Name and Steel," when the dust settled on the last document regarding the request to increase the ration of more human skins, the war blacksmith sat behind his makeshift desk and rubbed the corners of his eyes on both sides of his nose, " I began to understand why the noble father always looked tired and the other one was always grumpy - even now it seems that the Lord of Steel is really gentle and generous."

"Want a drink?" Capturing those fully loaded merchant ships allowed this noisy and noisy fleet to temporarily receive good supplies. The open supply of supplies and fresh water improved the morale, especially of the non-Astartes soldiers.

The war blacksmith nodded and took his water glass, "The taste of this fermented drink is really special. It reminds me of the days on the Iron-Blooded Ship. I didn't expect that there is an agricultural world in the empire that is so good at preparing delicious food. Maybe we can do it in the future There’s a chance to get a vote there.”

"Eighteen thousand warriors and a fleet can make a killing wherever they go, but I guess you have other ideas."

"That's right." Honso nodded, drank a drink that looked like a mixture of fermented sparkling grape juice and some kind of sweet tea in the cup, and put it aside. "First of all, we can't go to places that may disturb the timeline, so I searched again. Through the coordinate data I have on hand, I found several coordinates that may be the key points.”

"Tell me about it?"

"The first is Ultratrasis, an agricultural world, but its problem is that it has not completely eliminated the threat of the Tyranids, and it has connections with the Ultramarines. The second is Calth, which is also a productive agricultural world, but it is not connected to the Ultramarines. The contact between the Ultramarines is even closer. That is their recruiting world. Well, although I don't know what happened to the original 'me', it is obvious that 'I' is very eager to take revenge on the Ultramarines. "

"Aha. I don't know if 'he' could have foreseen that you would win the Skull Harvest Feast, but let me tell you, even if there are eighteen thousand people, this kind of ragtag group is going to attack the traditional jurisdiction of a long-established founding chapter. The scope is still too large, and few people are willing to touch the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar."

"Yes, attracting them and fighting a battle does not make much sense to me now. It will only entertain the audience in the sky. What I need is a base to stay that can support us to station and stay. When the Great Rift opens, it would be best to have a large battleship that can control and fly independently. This way I can not only be able to explain myself when I return to the Maelstrom, but also prevent myself from appearing too attached to Luft Huron—— I went there to do a good job, not to waste myself on his ambitions.”

"What a beautiful idea you have. There are countless large combat ships ready for use, unless you plan to salvage a space hulk..." At this point, Vannas suddenly became alert, "Don't really You want to catch that damn thing...?"

"Of course not." The Potion Master shook his head, "I know very well how dangerous the space hulk is. The Iron-Blooded salvage..." He paused here and looked at the Raven Guard in front of him, "When salvaging some space drifters I'm here, who knows what will eventually come out of the ruins," he said half-jokingly, "Maybe someone can find the original body in space."

"This is too whimsical. If it were me, I would think this is part of a terrifying conspiracy. - Who would really catch a total of twenty originals in the universe while flying casually in space? This Calling it a coincidence feels forced." Adalik Wannas looked scornful of this.

"So I finally determined a direction." The war blacksmith took out some ancient leather papers and maps, as well as some data tablets that recorded new data, "Here."

Shadow Master leaned over and took a look in confusion, "This is an unmarked planet, and it looks like there are danger warning symbols. This is not a good thing. Are you going to bring the fleet here?"

"We have enough resources to get there, and I don't plan to stay too long. I'm looking for someone."

"Who? Who is worth your trouble to come here?"

"Someone who can tell me how to find the base I want." The warsmith narrowed his eyes. "A woman, a prophet. She served the Warmaster."

The former Raven Guard's hand that was holding the water glass with ease paused, looking at the War Blacksmith with inquiring eyes.

"Prophet? Warmaster? Honso, does your sudden change from the leader of eighty warriors to the leader of eighteen thousand people make your ambitions expand as well?"

Honso smiled. "This is considered by many to be a great wealth and power, but if my fathers showed up at this moment, for my part I would rather hand them over to my father and return to my reassuringly comfortable experiment "Go to the room."

"Are you sincere?" The purple eyes of the former Raven Guard flickered in the light, "These are not just soldiers. We have a fleet of priests with their battleships and dark technology. If we are willing to provide resources, we can continue here. Produce more terrifying machines and inanimate beings.”

"Why do you always think I'm not sincere?" the war blacksmith asked, his eyes looking directly at the adjutant in front of him like a sharp ice blade.

"I lived like that because that's the life I've known since I was born. I wanted to live. I wanted to live and be better than the other bastards who looked down on me. I wanted to prove that my genetic seed was no better than anyone else's. Iron Warriors, even if this requires the galaxy to be plunged into war, so what if I just let the galaxy burn in order to prove that I am the best of all the children of Perturabo? It doesn't matter how many people will die because of it? Within my consideration.”

His light blue eyes looked directly at the person sitting opposite him like a huge black bird.

"But now that I have truly lived on the second path, I have been given a better choice. Since the hope of return has not been cut off, why should I insist on taking that path? It does not make me feel more comfortable. What's in it for me? As I said, Vannes, I only follow the way I want to live, not what anyone else thinks I should do. Yes, I was born into chaos. Growing up surrounded by evil, the highest I ever achieved was as a warsmith for the Iron Warriors. I blasted open Imperial fortresses, destroyed them, killed their defenders and all Space Marines inside, and plundered their genes. Seeds, seizing humans and putting them into hard labor in flesh and blood factories or sacrificing them to demons - yes, all these evils have come from me, and I have no guilt about it, but now I also sincerely don’t want to do any of this. , so what’s the problem?”

The Raven Guard's purple irises with fiery gold rings stared at the calm Potion Master's face, from his slightly black hairline to his light blue eyes, to his rich Imperial Fists. His characteristically tense jawline, "No problem." He finally said, "You are right, you are not bound by your own morals and imperial rules. You can do whatever you want."

"I'm glad we have reached a consensus. But I usually avoid making my father very unhappy." The Potion Master nodded towards his adjutant, "Where is Grendel?"

"He should be patrolling the ships of those war gangs now. He is now keen on beating the toughest warriors in each big ship until they can't get out of bed, and then that ship can be quiet for a while. Anyway If you manage better than others, they won’t hold a grudge too much.”

"Tell him to stop burdening me." The pharmacist complained, "Medicine is still extremely scarce! I can't make some things out of thin air! We still need to maintain a certain amount of strength to be ready for war at any time! By the way, give me Salomba Call her and tell her that if she still wants something 'spicy', let her navigators issue us a new route chart!"

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This is a planet that has no name in any official Imperial records.

But it is not a world that has never been discovered.

According to the ancient scroll records deciphered by Honso, in such a long time since the end of the Great Rebellion, adventurous expeditions, expeditions or colonial fleets have actually discovered this place more than once, but every time, people who landed on the ground for investigation All attempts ended in frenzied killing of each other or suicide.

This planet is filled with invisible and endless malice, trying to devour the life and soul of every ignorant intruder. The remaining survivors finally fled the planet in panic. No one dared to name it. Ancient logbooks, star charts and a few words on them record this place.

Now, Honso and his team are trekking on the surface of a world that does not welcome any living people.

There are no plants or animals visible to the naked eye. The sand dunes in his medical goggles are lifeless and dull in color, but they are very deadly to the respiratory tract of flesh and blood because these sharp sands are weathered from larger pieces of sharp gravel. , and the stones here are all composed of various forms of hard igneous basalt and silica: the smallest ones form dusty crystal grain dunes, and the larger ones turn into gray crystal fragments all over the ground. The largest ones formed strange surface shapes like the flow of molten glass, and solidified and cracked as they cooled into strange razor-like and spike-like obsidian crystal cliffs and pinnacles.

"This damn place looks like..."

"It's like the entire crystal world has been carefully burned by melt cannons or ignited with ultra-high temperature flames." Hong Suo nodded, "According to my data, part of this situation may be related to the Eldar, but considering that Who we are looking for may just be a human matter. In short, the potion I asked you to take before departure should have some effect. If anyone feels something is wrong, you must tell me in time. "

"Are you sure a mortal, an old woman can live alone in a place like this?" Kadaras Grendel held his favorite melta pistol tightly. This weapon has been ignited by more than a thousand different powerful souls. At the end of life, "How can any mortal survive alone in this place? We'd better leave as soon as possible. It's better to rob any space station of suitable size than this one."

"But the wind here is indeed very unique." Nosa Ettasia was walking in the wind and sand that could cut the flesh. Today he or she was wearing a leather armor that seemed to have no protective effect. There are only black leather straps connecting them, and many non-lethal parts of the skin are even exposed to the high-speed sandblasting quartz wind that can peel off the flesh and blood from the bones. A thin layer of spiritual light shines on his wheat. The surface of the pale skin was rippled by the strong wind, and countless minor bleeding wounds were being continuously created, and then disappeared due to Astartes' high-speed recovery power, "I think today is a good day to blow in the wind and sunbathe. "

"Stop it, you perverted sissy." Grendel growled, spitting to the side. As soon as the spit left the protective stance of the Potion Master's magical power armor, it was immediately shattered and sprayed on the quartz gravel. Above, a white mist formed and quickly dissipated, "This place is full of the smell of angry revenge, Hong Suo, the air is full of the strong smell of cursed blood, and the ghost just wants to kill."

"I feel like there is a wild incense in the air that makes people want to hug..."

"Shut up!"

"Well, I thank you both for livening up our excursion, but I think we're almost there."

They were now standing on the top of a hillside. Following Honso's extended fingers, they saw in the distance a small hill like a stone pyramid built in the oldest ancient times, sitting in a depression in the distance.

But what makes Honso's teammates most uneasy is that this hill like an ancient tomb is surrounded by a dry grove.

This sight that was completely contrary to common sense made Vannas couldn't help but ask.

"Are you sure that the person living inside is the Warmaster's prophet you are looking for and not something else? After all, her age completely violates common sense."

"Warmaster? Horus Luperkar?" Grendel frowned, "Then how old must she be? Ten thousand years old? Is she still a human?"

"It's Abaddon, the Great Despoiler. It is said that the Blackstone Fortress was informed and guided by this prophet." They began to steady their bodies and slide down slowly along the sand on the hillside, and the sand flowed like water. past them.

"I'm not sure we should come to her and listen to her, Master."

As they finally began to cross the final flat ground, Grendel complained, "Even if she were a long-lived prophet, Abaddon never succeeded."