Warhammer: Start with a dog

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"I have to say, Honsou, my dear, although I am grateful for your trust in letting me lead the other fleets back first. But."

Nosa Ettasia pursed his red lips. The swordsman master changed his tight leather jacket into a grand style today. The color was purple-red decorated with gold. Yes, it was very close to Phoenicia. The color is purple, but of all the people here, perhaps only Honsou sees that this is just an imitation and not an original thing.

"but?"

"But before I left, seeing your current stalemate fighting situation made my sword and legs a little bit eager to move. I really wanted to jump down and do a beheading raid or something."

"This is none of your business." The war blacksmith's voice was cold and calm. "Do the task I assigned you well, and then next time I will provide you with better combat medicine, more equipment and more Good entertainment stuff.”

"It's a tempting offer." Aitasia smiled, and his smile became more obvious, "But it's still just an empty promise. I really want to jump down and lead my team to enjoy bathing in the blood of Ultramar. Feeling, huh?”

"Don't even think about it. Unless you accept my proposal and replace all these things on you with power armor."

"The ceramite of power armor is so suffocating, honey. It'll suffocate me to death."

"Is your leather jacket very breathable? Shut your mouth and work, or next time I will pluck out your eyes and tongue and stuff them into the fearless iron coffin."

"Oh, it sounds quite exciting. At least it's not a hell beast." The swordsman master grinned, "But the combat medicine you provided us is indeed very good, with perfect excitement and sensitivity... your hormone regulation The technique is also very good, just like when we were regularly checked by the biological laboratory on Terra... My mind has never been so clear in centuries, and my sword hand has never been so stable. ...But when I raised my eyes, the front of me had never been so empty and empty. This was...a new experience. This was the key to making me agree to your proposal, you know?"

"Of course I know what I made myself."

"Then you know that it is impossible to win just by the way you use your army and power now?" The dark champion of Slaanesh laughed softly, "Indeed, as a Chaos Lord, you have given your subordinates We are infinitely happy, and very qualified. Everyone who has ever wanted to lead or unite us has given us a lot of drugs and toys to indulge in wonderful pleasures, but there is only you.”

He tilted his head, "Only you, you kept my mind clear while giving me the medicine, forcing me to stay in the reality that I couldn't ignore, even though you claimed that this was so that I could become one of your few helpers. One of them, and command the rest of your army when you and Vannus and Grendel are unable to do anything else——"

The Emperor's Son seemed to narrow his eyes under the mask, "But this also allowed me to see clearly that you deliberately let the berserkers die, mixed the pirates' rum with biological products, and you were providing Tarc with Honso, dear, I can feel that this series of actions by Promethium Surrey, including the waiter Vannas, never really fell to the palace of the Prince of Joy, and Grendel’s bloody killing flowed to the unknown. In the distance, you are different from the Black-Hearted King. Although he is still struggling, he is terminally ill, and your source of power has nothing to do with any of the gods in the supreme heaven. If you don’t have a group of genuine steel warriors under your command, with that This will make me think that you are a false emperor's lackey who was mixed into the maelstrom as a spy."

"Kill the false emperor and burn the galaxy. The rotten corpse on the throne is full of lies!" The War Blacksmith replied without hesitation, "We will sacrifice everything at the feet of the Iron King! Don't insult me ​​and yourself, No. Za Etasiya, let’s discuss other matters after we finish the battle at hand.”

"Hmm~~So maybe you are a lackey, but you are not of the false emperor, nor of Huron. Does Tyrant Badab know you think so?"

"Whatever you say, you should be ready to go. Remember to take care of others on the way, and wait until I return to the Maelstrom with the loot." The War Blacksmith had no intention of talking to him for more. Vanus was inside the Indomitable, carefully destroying what he could All weapons found were controlled by military wiring, and Grendel was sent to keep an eye on the Iron Warriors as they were dropped.

Before setting off, Honso told the champion who loved fighting more than commanding, "How many Iron Warriors you can bring back for your father depends on how far you can retreat before I fire." So now, although this man has always been interested in Honso There was quite a bit of criticism about the mixed blood, but now he knew the importance of it. The Arms Commander had to distract himself between killings and return to his old business. He began to direct his troops with every step of the action exactly as he did 10,000 years ago.

Aitasia elegantly crossed his boots-wrapped legs on his bridge throne, "You are such a boring stone, Warsmith, but why are you so confident and trust me so much?"

His light blue eyes turned to the looming swordsman in the communication screen, "The fact that you came to me and said so many words before the fleet set off shows your tendency, doesn't it? The lords selected you and gave you the most precious medicine and care, giving you a brain that has been cleared of toxins. Guess why?”

The warrior of the Emperor's Children smiled beneath his golden leather mask carved into a human face howling in agony.

"Unraveling one mystery within you will reveal another. Warsmith, but mysteries do fascinate. One final word of advice: If you really mean what you say and want to use all tactics instead of sticking to the rules, then as... Another scion of the Primarch, I will tell you that this is the right time for you to swing the Sword of Damocles, take advantage of the situation, and strike with one strike."

The communication was cut off. In the scanning array, the light spots representing the fleet were quietly leaving one after another under the scoldings of Etasiya and his sword dancers. Hongso frowned and re-examined the entire battle situation. Countless data , formulas and calculation results were rearranged in three-dimensional space. Calculation after calculation, his brain simulated hundreds of thousands of battle trajectories and final results. The entire battle situation near the Star Castle was being three-dimensionally displayed in his mind. The ground is established.

The Iron Warrior hidden in his bloodline is jumping for joy. This kind of war mode is the most suitable for his genetic seed. Every front has its own purpose whether it is attacking or retreating. The position and angle of every artillery piece are precisely The calculation is used to break the corresponding target, and every seemingly futile death will have its corresponding value. Orders and prohibitions cannot help soldiers survive every time, but they will ultimately help operators win. The battle itself is its meaning. .

Ettasia was actually right. From the beginning, due to the chaos and low organization of the armies he now had, Honsou's chance of winning was not 100%. He was just betting that he could complete the plan without using the final weapons. It's just a potion of means, but what exactly does this farewell communication from the swordsman master want to remind him?

He really hated these Emperor's Children who always liked to make everything too dramatic.

The bombardment and attack in the dock area are still continuing. According to the report sent back by Grendel, the mechanical warlord basically has no strategy or tactics in his mind. He has been able to advance so far only because his foundry ship built it for him. There are enough chaos machines and slave soldiers, and they rush forward without fear of death regardless of the cost - mechanical control is so convenient, but it is a pity that Wassell Tucker is not an expert in waste code invasion, otherwise Hongsuo will definitely give priority. Choose to have him hack into the Starfort's command system to disable their automatic firepower and defense devices, so that War Blacksmith's ships circling around the perimeter can gain more attack positions from above...

……Wait.

above.

His eyes rolled slightly, and a picture of the current situation over the Star Castle was enlarged from numerous charts.

Above the Indomitable was one of the largest ships among the idle ships left in his fleet group. Because he did not dare to get too close to the defensive fire circle and was unable to break the shield of the central control tower, he just fired in vain from a distance. Some shells of the Fallen Claw.

This is a ship that once belonged to the Imperial Navy. It has a straight and long hull and a pointed bow, but now it has been contaminated. Its class is shown as the Renegade class in the fleet. Honso hurriedly I checked its code and other information carefully. It was very good. This was not the ship of the Black Mechanicus warlord, so it did not have those protection measures, so it would be much easier to hack into its console...

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Now Oranto meets the Inquisitor again in the command center.

She was wearing a full set of feedback armor, and her pistol and sword were hung at her waist where they could be reached at any time. Elder Artolion stood beside her, returning to his command position.

"How is the situation?" This well-trained member of the Tribunal looked a little anxious for the first time since boarding the fortress. "Is the front line closed? I saw the commander coming back with traces of battle."

Not far behind her, Technical Sergeant Hestian was connecting himself to the defense database of the entire Starfort. Dozens of cables of different thicknesses connected from the top, back and sides of his skull. There are more interfaces extending out of the spine, arms and back, all the way into the shadow of the huge multiple thinkers behind. His eyes are closed tightly, his eyeballs are turning rapidly, and he is muttering some code instructions or something. Other more binary words, as countless instructions were issued, steam was steaming from the top of his head, sweat was dripping on the ground around him, and two servants in blue and gold uniforms were constantly working on it. He wiped sweat, rehydrated and cooled down.

The Inquisitor followed Olanto's gaze and glanced at the technical sergeant with a frown, "He had a hard time sustaining the attack just now." She said concisely, "It takes only one person's will to control and support such a large building. The fort is still under attack from all directions, and he has to switch lines all the time because someone is sabotaging the communications here. I'm surprised you didn't put extra redundant tech priests or officers here, but considering I was. It is understandable that the technical priests are not trusted with the tasks sent here."

Oranto didn't like what the Inquisitor's words always hinted at, but he still chose to answer her questions first.

"Yes, a hole was opened in the wall between the fourth quadrant and the first quadrant, and part of it collapsed. We must gather this part of the force."

"Are the losses high? Several officers under my command did not respond to calls."

"Quite a bit." The sergeant covered in dust and cracks nodded, "But it's still within an acceptable range. Brother Pastor Sabatina is making arrangements there..."

Hestian exclaimed, and Artorion turned around with a roar, "What's wrong?! Lucian! We must defend the Arctic Fortress! Until Lord Calgar returns!"

The Inquisitor glanced at Oranto, and even though she didn't speak, the Ultramarines veteran understood what she meant: Does the problem caused by Brother Artolion's age really make him still qualified for the position of commander?

He cleared his throat, "Yes, Brother Artolion. The fortress must be defended. But we have found traces of saboteurs in the rear, and I suggest organizing a small team..."

A series of electrical sparks caused by a fault quickly shot up a stream of sparks along a cable. The smell of burning flesh arose. Hestian let out a sharper scream of pain. The servants hurriedly wiped him and put on a spare one. Line, the technical sergeant painfully shouted an alarm to his comrades with his vocal cords, "The enemy ship is incoming!"

"Details!" Artolion shouted, striding to the console, "Where is the weapon array on the top?!"

"The automatic turret and torpedo system can be prepared... We can completely destroy it. After all, it is so close." Hestian sounded a warning buzzer that the line was cut off. He frowned and switched to another "But it's too close..."

"What does he mean?" asked the judge.

Olanto stared with wide eyes at the warship, which was facing the first round of gunfire from the turret and torpedoes. While firing, it slowly began to adjust its posture over the most intense battle zone.

"No—!" he roared, not caring to appease Artorion who was also yelling at the imaginary alien enemy, "Hestion! Notify everyone to evacuate immediately! Find bunkers! The highest level!! ! Think of it!”

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The Star Fortress guards, who were struggling to resist the mechanical warlords, alien hunters, the last berserkers, and the pirates who were still unwilling to leave, all received an emergency notification, but at this moment they could still see it visually even without notification. .

A five-thousand-foot-long ship was now advancing vertically on its head toward the engagement zone between the two quadrants of Indomitable's starfort, despite the defensive fire that had knocked out its shields and bow. And began to burn, but the momentum of the fall could no longer be suppressed - the artificial gravity core of the Indomitable was still working normally, and this would only add the energy of the fall of this extremely huge weapon to the acceleration of gravity.

The fragments and sparks that broke off the hull seemed like the edge of fireworks, and as the final crash began, the most important and terrifying part of a void ship was stabbed hard like a sharp sword. The junction of the entire southern area of ​​the Indomitable with the center.

The blade fell.

The plasma core in the ship's reactor broke away from the confinement field.

Everything was enveloped in overwhelming white flames.