Warhammer: Start with a dog

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In fact, from later records, it can be learned that the earliest alarm in Macragge at that time did not come from orbit, but from the emergency warning issued to them by Governor Rufus of Tarentus.

Although the Macragge Galaxy Monitoring Station was a little surprised that the Indomitable returned more than half a year earlier, because all signals reported normal, and the commander of the Indomitable "Altorion" said that they were just jumping through Macragge, no supplies or docking were needed, and they would leave after their subspace engines were preheated again.

Therefore, after making way for them to dock, all the ships of the Galaxy Defense Fleet remained in their respective positions, and the navigation records were written into the logs. No one even thought of specially notifying the ground defense system.

Since Governor Tarentus's warning was too lacking in circumstantial evidence - because the Indomitable had not been reported or witnessed any hostile attacks along the way - and the codes, communications, and even the voiceprints of the Altorion brothers that it had responded to so far were completely consistent with those of Hestia and others, the rigorous Macragge defense system had to repeatedly confirm with him many times whether there was a misunderstanding.

As a veteran who had served in the First Company for more than three hundred years, Rufus Quintus's intuition told him that things were definitely not that simple. He insisted on asking Macragge to board the ship for verification. If the other party delayed or refused, the alarm must be sounded - and the alarm was really sounded later because the Indomitable was too close to Macragge - too low, so low that the orbital decay was very dangerous, and it could be pulled to the ground by the gravity of the planet at any time.

Most of these increasingly chaotic communications were intercepted by Grendel using the authority of the third judge of Tarasa, so the champion adjutant reminded Honso that they had little time left.

But what does it matter?

On this day, everyone will remember more than the truth of this warning.

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When the blue flash of unregistered teleportation crackled in front of the shrine of the Temple of Rectification, Calgar and his warriors immediately (thought they) understood where Tigris' panic came from.

It was impossible for anyone to use teleportation in the current situation of Hera Fortress, unless...

"Enemy attack!"

But at this moment, the lords of the regiments in the temple were still full of confidence and anger, vowing to annihilate the scoundrels who dared to try to get involved in the holy land of the Ultramarines. They did not think that anyone could defeat the joint efforts of the war masters present in the first wave of attacks.

You see, although they were too late to wake up the Chief Librarian who had just been knocked unconscious by them, in addition to the legendary and heroic Lord Macragge himself, not only were Captains Agman and Galenus present, but even the 500-year-old Brother Cassius, the Lord of the Sanctuary of the Chapter, was here to fight with them today. Although this holy mentor who had served in the Deathwatch had always been mainly committed to defending against the threat of the Tyranids, he also had rich experience in fighting other evil enemies.

Moreover, the Hera Fortress also had the brave Second Captain Cato Sicarius and his soldiers who would arrive soon, and Calgar's Honor Guard was waiting outside the door, and the two leading warriors among them were crossing the threshold of the temple——

——But if the Macragge orbit and the outside of the Hera Fortress both had automatic reaction weapon systems and shields that could identify friend or foe, then how did this group of enemies find the precise coordinates and transmit them down...? What was the alarm just now...?

Just as this thought was forming in Calgar's mind, the smell of ozone began to fade from the highest concentration, and the bright light formed by the transmission gradually extinguished.

There were no frantic inhuman mutterings, indistinct war cries, no stench of the unliving and the disgusting smell of rotting flesh, no blasphemous words praising the dark gods, and no familiar movements on the battlefield - no unique gunshots of grenade launchers, no sound of chainsaws running, and no humming and light of power weapons.

Only the chief pharmacist of the regiment, Helix - he rushed to the scene because he was needed to coordinate the precise anesthesia of the chief think tank - first made a pure surprise sound at his overly familiar and not so familiar equipment. "Huh?"

Calgar frowned and looked at it.

Skull mask emblem, yellow and black stripes, gun steel power armor, medical mechanical arms, medical arm armor, syringes, medical drills...

Iron Warrior... pharmacist?

One person?

Only him?

A pharmacist? Looks ordinary and nothing special?

Is this the latest conspiracy or trap?

But no matter what, it is definitely the emblem and paint of the traitor legion, plus this obviously invasive illegal transmission...

Calgar raised his weapon, and the holy mentor who hated evil had already pulled the trigger of "Hellfire" - a master-level precision flamethrower designed by himself - at that figure.

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Honso, the son of the Iron Warrior and the Imperial Fist born in Fabius Bile's laboratory, the war blacksmith of the once infamous Kalan-Gol, the chief pharmacist of the Primarch of the Iron Blood, the master of pharmacy of the fake "Silver Skull" regiment, the Chaos Champion of the latest Skull Harvest Feast of the Blackhearted King Luft Huron, and a warrior who is highly praised by many evil gods.

Now he was standing in the miraculous hall of the Temple of Rectification. Even though he had to admit that the design and construction of this temple were not as ingenious as the drawings and works of his gene father in some places, it had also surpassed the realm of mortals. Obviously, this was designed and left by a gene primarch.

He thought, looking at the stasis mausoleum behind the Ultramarines who were about to attack him.

It should be designed by his father's younger brother himself...

When his eyes came into contact with the noble and gray face of the thirteenth gene primarch, which was frozen a second before death, his pupils shrank as if they were stung.

…

For a moment, the villain seemed to be attracted by the sacred and noble appearance of the primarch who was still alive even after death, and he stopped.

Several officers who were close heard the intruder curse an unbelievable swear word.

…Fear fucking eyes! Julius Robert Omar! Do you really look so much like Robert Guilliman himself? ! How could this be? ! The gene seed organ implanted in your body does not contain a single trace of Ultramarines! I have personally tested it!

No, no, I am definitely not wrong. At that time, I did not have any Ultramarines gene seed samples, and the manifestation of Julius's psychic power was also... very similar to the laurel crown that Robert Guilliman is wearing at this moment... So, all the coincidences that happen in the universe must be inevitable, perhaps just like the father of genes has become two...?

Hong Suo's eyes slowly lit up. If so, it's worth the trip!

That's it, then the connection between their similar looks must be my latest research project! Well, it seems that the Luft Huron project will have to be postponed a little.

The traitor pharmacist's eyes swept across the face of the sitting Primarch so obsessed and focused, and his rude and crazy appearance made the Ultramarines furious. Without hesitation, each raised his weapon and rushed forward, vowing to kill this invading traitor...

Can't get close? !

The flames of Cassius's flamethrower drew complex geometric patterns in the air within a radius of 33 feet around Hongsuo. Together, they formed an invisible protective stance that no one had ever seen before. This stance only showed a faint platinum pattern when it came into contact with any attack itself. Unlike the various individual or Titan shields familiar to the Ultramarines, it could also "resist" melee weapons, similar to the supernatural power shields used by Thousand Sons wizards or powerful psychics.

"Helix, how long will it take to wake up Varro?!" At this moment, it was useless to regret falling into a trap that might have been set by the enemy first and put the Chief Think Tank into a deep sleep. It would be better to wake him up as soon as possible to fight the enemy.

"Already injecting the neutralizing agent! Give me a few minutes!"

When Calgar frowned and stepped forward to hit or simply touch the strange protection of this evil guest with a power fist covered with blue field, he was not attacked or counterattacked. He stretched out his hand cautiously, and the power he felt was more like a kind of "repulsion", just like the two poles of a magnet, which cannot be seen by the naked eye, but there is indeed a "force" that "repulses" all attacks.

For defenses like this, you may first try to overload it like cracking the void shield! This mysterious evil pharmacist must have a good support when he came alone, but if it uses a single-soldier reactor as energy, this size has its limit anyway-Calgar glanced at the Honor Guard who had all entered the temple, and calmly ordered.

"Honor Guard! Aim at the same point and fire until the shield is eliminated!"

Just as Hong Suo admired the perfection of a gene original sample and was about to continue moving forward, his medical goggles flashed a line of warning messages, reminding the master of pharmacy in time that he was under targeted multi-directional attacks.

And the only intact eye of Chaplain Cassius, the oldest warrior present, was burning with an insatiable rage of revenge, shouting a passionate holy war cry, holding high his arcane staff carved in the shape of a Tyranid skull, and trying to stand in front of the mysterious intruder regardless of his own safety, using his body as a barrier to try to stop his steps to the throne of Robert Guilliman's mausoleum.

Then the scarred veteran watched helplessly as the protective stance "pushed" away silkily, as if a spherical bow separated the waves and the objects wrapped in them underwater, "pushed" aside, he rushed forward eagerly and repeatedly, but could not slow down the opponent's speed at all.

The arcane staff, power fist and power blade slashed at the defensive stance, and the endless platinum maze layer by layer dissipated the power of all attacks.

Finally, Hong Suo reached the Stasis Shrine and began to climb the last few steps amidst the roar of grief and anger and the sound of more intense gunfire that dared not be fired in the direction of the shrine. Is there something here? He looked in a certain direction at the bottom of the steps in confusion, but saw nothing. Perhaps it was just an illusion.

Hong Suo retracted his gaze, glanced at the message, and looked at the stasis mausoleum that was close at hand, and began to switch his power armor from "Field Hospital Protection Mode: Extinction Order (Istvaan Type V)" to a special first aid mode. When choosing the main protection target, he chose "Space Marines", and the treatment target was set as "Primarchs". Next, among the few numbers that popped up in the menu of the Primarch, Hong Suo did not hesitate to choose the mode with the Roman numerals "ⅩⅢ". By the way, the numbers missing in these menu labels include Ⅱ and ⅩⅠ, as well as numbers such as ⅩⅤ and ⅩⅤⅢ. Obviously, the manufacturer did not think that he could design first aid scenarios for all Primarchs.

But it doesn't matter, he doesn't want to delve into it. After all, it's his first time using it. The number that Hong Suo needs most at the moment is enough in the label.

——Yes, this is the truth behind Hongsuo's many plans and the biggest confidence and reliance for coming alone: ​​the legendary medical power armor of this master of medicine was built with multiple standard first aid modes by a father who was well versed in the true meaning of the ancient country's preparation for danger, including "Eye-catching: Standard first aid mode for specific gene primarchs".

Obviously, when someone first came here, he was really afraid that the accident at the Temple of Daven would happen to him again, because there was really a label of IV in it, but then things went smoothly and there was no chance for the master of medicine to really use it in actual combat.

Today is the right time to use it.

Amid the roars of Calgar and other Ultramarines who were extremely angry and blocked him, Hongsuo placed the teleportation beacon on Robert Guilliman's body, which was taken over by the stasis field he carried for first aid, and then activated the teleportation beacon.

Three, two, one.

Huh?

... (Chaos swearing) What are Vanus and Grendel doing? ! Why didn't they start the teleportation? ! The window period is only the last minute! ! ! !

Surprised for the first time, the Master of Alchemy looked at him. He hurriedly checked the beacon and all his first aid measures. Nothing was wrong. Was the protective field too wide? Affecting the signal? But I had never used this before. Why was there a problem here when other basic tests were fine? !

He tried to narrow the range of the protective field, but the side effect was that the Ultramarines rushed forward like crazy-

The flash of the transmission was fierce and unprecedented in scale. Even Sicarius's specially made gold-plated anti-glare eyepiece could not see the details behind the light curtain-

Calgar heard the scream of Tigris who was slowly waking up behind him, and at the same time felt a powerful psychic power coming from behind him, shaking his internal organs.

The Chief Librarian, who was weak but forced to get up when he saw the amazing scene in front of him, rushed over.

"Grab my father!" he shouted, "Calgar!"

"I can't see clearly!"

"Grab the Primarch's hand! Grab him! Keep him! Calgar! I will help you!"

In the psychic wave of his old friend that made the entire Temple of Strictness tremble, Maneus Calgar tried to squint his eyes, blinking away the tears of rationality that flowed out due to the strong light, and saw that their father's god-like body was decomposing and disappearing bit by bit with the light of transmission.

"No!"

He reached out desperately.

Then, he really grabbed a hand.

The light of transmission dissipated.

"What is...?"

The Ultramarines gathered around, still in shock, looking at each other.

A man with the same body size as them, but with the same face as their gene father, was leaning peacefully on the throne of the 13th Primarch, with one hand stretched out and held in the big hand of the Lord of Macragge, and the sparks of the Chief Librarian's psychic energy surrounded his face with his eyes closed.

When Calgar looked carefully, his eyes tightened: there was an old cut throat scar on the man's neck, and its position was exactly the same as the Primarch's.

But it was.

Healed.

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All these chaotic scenes and characters fell into the starry eyes of Conrad Curze, who had been standing quietly beside the marble steps of Robert Guilliman's Stasis Mausoleum since he came in and watched all this.

After silently helping a nephew who was overconfident and almost overturned at the last minute, he retreated to this position, and completely ignored the dissatisfied cursing of a two-headed birdman in the High Heaven.

The Ultramarines suddenly lost their target and seemed at a loss for a moment. Calgar was suppressing his shock and commanding the chief pharmacist Helix to calm down and carefully check the "part of the Father of Genes" that they "robbed and tore off".

"How interesting. I can't see his past, nor his future." The old master of Nostramo, the new king of Tessaguassa, said softly, "So... this is the eternal curse that 'you' will give to your 'priest', or one of the eternal blessings?"

Koz twisted his pale and slender fingers stained with bookkeeping ink, and sneered at the smaller, peaceful, and closed-eyed face of one of his least favorite brothers.