Warhammer: Start with a dog

Chapter 496 What interests him more than Bimka is...

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Hestian's inhuman howl echoing under the dome faded away as the flames died down.

When everything was over, Oranto was the first person in the central cathedral where the command center was located to stand up.

The reactor core explosion was too close to the central tower of the star fortress, so that the entire Indomitable was shaken to a certain extent. Fortunately, the fortress finally relied on its incomparably powerful reactor and the efforts of the Hestian brothers...

Hestian!

Oranto stood there, with his superhuman mind, he didn't know for a moment whether to turn around and check the miserable state of Hestian's brain that might have been burned or to run to see if there were any lucky surviving battle brothers on the wall where the explosion fell - even though his reason was boiling in his mind and screaming that the most likely possibility was that both would be lost.

But when he saw Inquisitor Sibia crawling up from the ground with her head covered, he breathed a sigh of relief: if a mortal without a helmet could still survive at this moment, it would undoubtedly be regarded as a good sign.

So he turned his head.

Then the veteran sergeant of the fifth company stood still: Technical Sergeant Hestia was still in his seat, his body twitching like a broken servitor, as if it was a torture device rather than a mechanical throne, and wisps of green smoke continued to emerge from the many cable interfaces on his body.

Oranto smelled the smell of burnt flesh and rubber in his nose. One of Hestia's two servants fell to the ground, still holding tightly an overload cable that had electrified half of his body, and the other flew out because of the impact just now, smashing his temple on the protruding brass corner of the equipment table next to him. The air was filled with the smell of fresh blood that stimulated his superhuman nerves.

"Hestian?! Can you hear me?! How much of the defense system is left?!"

The technical sergeant had no reaction except twitching.

But at this time, Sibia reached out to Oranto in horror, tightly grasped and shook his arm to draw his attention back. The sergeant turned his head almost impatiently to roar at her, but he immediately understood the despair written on the face of the Inquisitor.

He saw Brother Altorion, a respectable elder and warrior. It stands to reason that the tonnage of the dreadnought and his walking iron foot lock are enough to let him escape, but his severely deteriorated mind may be worse than they worry.

Hestian is a technical sergeant who can detect and repair the mechanical parts of the star fortress and the dreadnought very well, but he can't do anything about the body, mind and soul. And the pharmacist brother configured by the fifth company is now serving on Macragge with the other half of the monks.

Oranto saw that Artorion's ultramarine armored body weighing several tons began to move shakily, passing through the entire space of the Heroic Cathedral, which served as the command center, and rushed out the door. The ancient war cry echoed in the fearless loudspeaker, "For Macragge! For Guilliman! Courage and glory! First Company! Kill these bugs!"

"We can't let him rush out like this! He will open the door too!" Sibia shouted. "There are enemies all over the outside!"

"Who are you going to stop him with?!" Oranto stood up and looked around. Most people here flew out or hit something because of the vibration just now. Only he was summoned back by Artorion. The remaining 47 brothers and more than 6,000 auxiliary troops were outside-except for the technicians in the necessary positions, the rest of the combatants were at the scene of the spacecraft collision just now.

He had tried to call them constantly, but perhaps the ionized radiation caused by the severe disaster, the chaotic gas cloud or other things interfered with the communication, and his company channel was silent, so quiet that it was terrible.

Now the only Star Fortress guards who are still capable of fighting here may be him, Artorion and Inquisitor Sibia.

This thought lingered in Oranto, and he rushed to the nearest control console and began to frantically check anything that could still be used and the situation of the Indomitable.

The situation was a thousand times worse than he expected.

Obviously their enemies had prepared for the collision just now. Oranto saw that the edge of the landing zone dock was surrounded by a large number of shuttles and supporting ships, and those heavy guns were surrounded by their own simple defense positions.

Now all these things are constantly pouring out of enemies.

Ultramar is dozens of light years away.

Due to the special nature of the Indomitable, no distress signal will be received, and no one will know where they are now.

But perhaps before the end of everything...

"We have to leave here." The Inquisitor came to him palely, "Hurry up, I need your help, Sergeant. Come with me."

"I'm not going anywhere." He told her sternly, "If you want to find a place to hide or a lifeboat, go ahead, Inquisitor, we are Ultramarines, and I have the obligation to personally watch Brother Altrion get his glorious end."

As they spoke, Fearless raised his iron fist given by Calgar and began to pound on the exquisite and heavy door of the command center cathedral. As he pounded, the door began to deform and crack. The smoke, ozone, fire and the smell of flesh and blood outside penetrated into the circulating air of the cathedral. People could see the gun-iron armor, weapons and countless red eyepieces outside.

Some of the wounded mortals who woke up began to cry softly, and some began to recite prayers to the emperor or last prayers.

"No, it's not." The third seat of the Talassa Tribunal, Judge Sibia Monsrat, told him, "Don't you always feel that Tribunal members should not be here? And we have always been Send people on duty here, just like you. You wonder why half the company has been stationed here all this time, doing nothing and sailing, not hunting any heretics or aliens, and having no tasks to complete. But you can’t leave here and play your due role in other battlefields where you are needed, can you?”

"I didn't," Olanto denied.

"You do." Sibiya stared at his face. "I can see it. Sergeant, my training in the Inquisition also included observing Space Marines. Now I will tell you why and how. , you will leave with me immediately after hearing this secret."

A chill of foreboding ran up Olanto's spine, and his stomach began to sink.

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It’s not that Kadaras Grendel doesn’t like the beauty of architecture and craftsmanship, but at the same time, he can’t give up the pleasure that fighting and killing bring to him. In the past, although he had to serve others, the position of Arms Commander also They have always been considered middle class.

When Soltarn brought them the news and vision of his father, Grendel was willing to transfer to the Earth Ruler. Just kidding, now that all the tridents of the Iron Warriors have left, this This authority and the conquests promised by his father were just what he needed.

And the subsequent life at the Olympia Military Academy established by Soltarn, well, although he felt that it was somewhat suspected of blunting his axe, on the other hand, this kind of leave was indeed what he deserved, right? After all, he has been wielding weapons for an unknown amount of time for the False Emperor, for the corrupt Imperium, for the Primarch, for the Legion, for Horus, and even for the dark gods who have always wanted to devour him.

It's a pity that he still ended up in this place and situation because of a temporary surge of blood. Become Honso's warrior and fight for him! This half-breed... forget it, Grendel is not one of those mindless berserkers. Since Honso saved his life from the feet of the hell beast and promised him to take him to find his father, how could he bear to be called by this guy? Drinking here and there can be considered a job. After all, the battle intensity that the Potion Master can provide him now...

He actually liked it.

But he doesn't like his latest assignment.

There is no head-to-head glory battle of the old era, only the cunning schemes of the latest Iron King's favorite.

However, when the Armed Forces Chief and his prepared subordinates were surrounded by fearless power iron fists and punched into the deformed and protruding adamantine alloy door, his idea changed slightly. Originally, he thought that at most there were more Ultramarines to deal with here, but a Dreadnought... was indeed a very difficult opponent to deal with in this kind of terrain, but Grendel was not without experience in killing Dreadnoughts.

He tightened his grip on the ax and checked the energy magazine capacity in his favorite pistol one last time.

The Holy Fear roared and grabbed an adamantine door decorative panel engraved with the heroes of the chapter, tore it off and threw it on the ground, making a huge noise. Now the hunters outside could see the old man. The warriors stared furiously into the lenses of their electronic auspices.

The gadget Hong Solin gave him before departure, which he named "a shot of a needle", made the armed forces commander very disdainful: Although this boastful bastard is indeed good at medical skills, he boasts that "this potion" "You can paralyze a Terminator or Dauntless with just a spray in the face" is a bit too arrogant. Who does he think he is? It is true that Dreadnought pilots can be anesthetized through biological tubes or amniotic fluid chambers, but this kind of fast-acting anesthetic through thick ceramic steel and filters is unheard of. Honso said it as if he had passed through many Dreadnoughts - a joke, what the hell? So many fearless things for him to experiment with?

In the end, the problem will not be solved by steel and force. The Chief of Arms has ordered his men to prepare as many ancient stance shields, iron halos and other defenses as they can find and install them here, and there are also many Hongsuo crosses here. Medicine bottles for him, and finally many huge chains, hooks and nets for his future captives. He had just checked, and up to this point, his tasks and preparations had been completed perfectly.

Grendel grinned and showed a wild smile, but before performing the next task, he first wanted to enjoy a hearty battle with this Ultramarine Dreadnought.

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Adalik Wannas is at home in the shadows that now surround him.

The shadow cast by the hanging pipes is his slide, and the darkness left by the broken lights is his lounge. His tall body wearing power armor seems to be nothing, and contrary to common sense, it is like a thin piece of light between the light and darkness. Wandering like dust.

Shadow Sneaking is a skill that not everyone can learn even among the Raven Guard, because it relies heavily on the indescribable talent in Krax's own gene-seed, and those who can serve as the Fourth Company Captain and Shadow Instructor Vannas is undoubtedly one of the best.

Now, he is following silently behind the hurried Inquisitor and Sergeant Olanto. They are bringing with them all the men and women they can find who are willing to resist. The total number is less than a hundred. These soldiers are Holding all the weapons they could find, they left behind a series of crude fortifications, such as overturned cargo boxes, stacked furniture, closed hatches... Along the winding iron ladders one after another, they finally They all descended into the depths of the fortress located directly below the central cathedral for command.

Dark Crow's purple eyes stared at Olanto, who looked betrayed for a moment when he saw the core of the reactor, and Sibiya, who began to instruct her long-awaited technicians to open the secret weapon hidden here by the Inquisition. .

He then turned his attention to the true power source core of the reactors, gravity generators, warp drives, and other devices that maintained the fortress.

A thick, high-strength crystal pillar sealed by countless engineering creations and psychic spell runes.

It is one kilometer high, hollow, and filled with compressed lightning storm-like energy. It is surrounded by a circular hall of the same height, with countless lines and magic circles that are still flashing from the ground and The walls were scattered in all directions, and through the thick crystal glass engraved with incantations, the Raven Guard recognized something wrapped in the violent warp vortex. It was Maneus. The lie Calgar kept from his warband was also part of Honso's purpose in coming.

A demon.

The demon lord whom Lord Macragge claimed he had slain once and for all in glorious combat.

Mka.

It was not killed by him and the First Company as Calgar claimed, but was imprisoned here, within the Indomitable's reactor core.

This is the truth behind why a fortress as powerful as the Indomitable is stationed with Ultramarines and Inquisitors, and has been making random jump voyages around Ultramar.

The Raven Guard felt like he was going to laugh out loud.

However, he was professionally trained, so he endured it and continued to observe the actions of the busy remaining guards below.

It wasn't until the contents of the secret cabinet hidden by the Inquisition next to Muka were confirmed by Vannas with his own eyes, and he thought he had sufficient assurance, that he sneaked back from the shadows and began to contact Honso.

"I found it," he told the Warsmith, "and an extra surprise. You'll love it."

"What?"

"An Iverson Assassin." Vanus replied, "The Inquisitor has a dormant Iverson Assassin hidden here."

As expected, he heard Hongsuo's sudden and enthusiastic reply. Obviously, the news confirming Mka's existence did not interest the pharmacist master as much as the latter news.

"Continue to monitor, be careful to maintain interference, and don't let them contact people outside. I will be there soon after I deal with the others."