Warhammer: Start with a dog

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At an earlier point at the end of M41

Craftworld Bietan

In front of the Burning Obsidian Gate

The maids of Slaanesh jumped in ecstasy, stepping on the tips of their claws and hooves and rushing into the hunting ground behind the main webway door on the ark that seemed to be torn open and unable to be completely closed.

They waved their scorpion-like limbs, opened their mouths wide, and stretched out their long, slender tongues full of barbs to taste the taste of fear or other emotions among the Jianfeng troops waiting in the distance - but then They began to scream in horror and incomprehension, and turned into nothingness and primitive "soup" in the spiritual light emitted by the old man holding the eagle-headed staff.

The old man in robes raised his staff high, and the blazing flame behind the eagle's back changed from orange to white gold, like thousands of sharp swords coming out of the bones, starting from the side that welcomed the light, attacking these evil things and Slaanesh. All the family members were turned into streams of pus, red pink rouge, and white bones and skulls, leaving only silk gauze and broken jewelry soaked in soup with purple pink smoke rising on the ground.

To describe this strange and rare sight in this way will inevitably make people feel a little elegance and magnificent details, but even the clowns of the Midnight Mourning Theater Company have a hard time picking out more suitable words to describe it from their poetic language. This strange scene.

Such a unique power that has strong pertinence against the Dark Familia also makes Eldrad Uslan and his prophets increasingly fearful but completely impossible to refuse: If they just burn the demons to ashes or... Just the mediocre skills of driving these dark prince's vanguards back behind the curtain cannot make the high-minded Ark Eldar be so polite to a "monkey" magician, but now they even still A team of dimensional spiders and howling banshees were specially summoned for this old alien to serve as his guards.

This "resurrected" "Makado" must not make any mistakes!

Yes, perhaps in the human empire, the number of people who can know the appearance of the "Magic Pattern", "Palm Master", "Imperial Regent" or "Imperial Prime Minister" from thousands of years ago can be said to be no more than one palm. , but for the long life of the Ark Spirit Clan prophets, they seemed to have met this leader among the "monkeys" just a few years ago, and naturally they had also interpreted his death from the changes in divination runes and spring water.

But they failed to interpret his resurrection, just as they could not fish out their own shadows from the spring water.

Therefore, when the Demon Mark Malcador unexpectedly appeared in Bietan riding on the aftermath of the invasion of the Slaanesh Vanguard Dancers, he promptly "saved" them several times, including defeating the cunningly infiltrated Slaanesh in the iron chamber where Kane's incarnation was sleeping. When the evil pioneer dancer was killed, the spirit tribes were not only ashamed and angry at being saved by the "monkey" at first, but they also thought that this was the beginning of a complicated conspiracy from one, two, or three gods...

Of course, they soon discovered that they were wrong. Not only that, after showing these Ark Eldar and Ifreni who arrived later what they could do and what they could do for their souls, this person with the chips in his hand The old man, who had never been so rich, looked at the embarrassed and angry expressions of the Eldar who realized that they could not refuse, and showed an impeccable diplomatic and polite smile.

Then this is what happened.

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Standing next to Eldrad Uthlan, Bietan Ark's own Great Prophet Lathriel also looked at the Slaanesh Vanguards with complex eyes, turning them into a thick liquid full of ammonia, sulfur and other smells. After the thick liquid, the members of Bietan's Sword Wind Force stepped forward cautiously but excitedly.

These members of the Samurai Path are not holding their deadly weapons now. Instead, each one is carrying a special container and wearing armor gloves, carefully using the sensitive souls and fingers unique to the Eldar from the remnants left by these demons. Try your best to feel the weak resonance that may still be there——

"Found another one!" A howling banshee shouted happily, and immediately covered her mouth slightly, making an elegant apology to the surrounding people - everyone nodded - she was still too young, she had just joined This journey is not long and requires more training and self-discipline.

But her joy can indeed be forgiven, because her slender hands are protecting a trembling transparent colloid, like a jelly turned from an emerald. She picked it up with both hands and put it Entering the container, he walked across the battlefield with a light and stable posture, came to Malcador, put down the container in his hand, and then took off his helmet, revealing a head of flaming hair and a childlike Ying who had not yet shed her eyes and brows. White face.

As expected, she was a young girl who could pass the threshold of adulthood. Latheriel thought sadly that if she hadn't lost so many men in the previous sinister invasion of the Dark Prince's Vanguard, she would not have agreed to do this... But now, Bietan's Ark is severely damaged, and the ancestor souls in the infinite loop are in danger. On one side is eternal annihilation, and on the other side is the greedy mouth of the Thirsty Lady...

The old man nodded, tapped his toes, and his anti-gravity floating flying disc flew in front of the girl - this was another creation criticized by many Bietan Eldar. Many people believed that its driving force was not what Malcador claimed. "Technology and Mechanical Magic" is made by inserting a screaming flying shark into the core in disguise. Perhaps this is the driving force for the Lord of Change to intervene in major events here. But naturally, at this time when they urgently need Malcador's ability, many Eldar have learned to pinch their noses and accept it and pretend not to see it.

Malcador stretched out his skinny fingers and slowly drew magic runes in the air. The runes were bright and powerful, lingering in the air, and reflected in the eyes of Ivrene, her guard Visage, and the bloody brides.

The Daughter of Shadows was now full of doubts. The power of the God of Death, Inad, loved to call her "daughter", allowing her to revive from the fatal wound in the arena, successfully escape from Commorragh through the webway, and also let her obtain a powerful weapon to fight against the demons of Slaanesh here, and understand the revelation that the five swords hidden by the goddess Mori Heg may open the seventh path for the future of the Eldar.

And the arrival of Eldrad Ulthvi also confirmed how real and strong the ripples and shocks caused by her revelation in the warp and the star sea of ​​reality were--

But when the Supreme Great Prophet came here, he was somewhat panicked, and when Ivrene asked him for help to drive away Malcador who suddenly broke in and not to snatch the opportunity for her to show her power, the attitude of the Great Prophet was very ambiguous.

Finally, the Great Prophet told the Daughter of Shadows not to worry, because he had discovered the various extensions, weavings, and node operations of the future thread of destiny from the crystal.

The thread of destiny was still entangled around her, and Malcador was just a needle that looked particularly huge - if other people were sewing needles to the thread of destiny, then Malcador was almost a loom. It was not a big problem, and there was no need to worry, because "her" existence itself was the intersection of the thread of destiny.

Even so, Ivrene still felt extremely uneasy. She sensed the displeasure of a certain god and the peeping of some gods.

It was as if someone... had taken over her business.

She stared at Malcador's back and thought.

On the other side, Malcador's rune had reached the end. Like countless times before, it gathered into a handful of bright liquid like molten steel, dripping down into the gelatinous jelly-like object in the container.

As the new energy liquid was injected, it made a hissing sound and smoke rose up, which was the manifestation of the residual and mixed chaos impurities and demonic pollution being burned and volatilized.

Finally, when the contents of the container finally cooled down, it became a beautiful green crystal, but there seemed to be a faint white-gold light spot in the core.

"It seems very promising..." The Eldar girl held up the container happily.

Malcador nodded.

The prophets of Bjetan stepped forward, carefully and quickly took the crystal, and moved it to the crystal dome of the Ark, which was less damaged and had begun to be repaired. There, more new crystals were stored separately on the island in the middle of the lake surrounded by grass and springs on one side.

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"I still don't understand..."

The old man's followers slowly emerged from the shadows beside him and began to talk to him, while Malcador's Eldar guards turned a blind eye to it, as if they were frozen in this second, which turned into thousands or even tens of thousands of years in the blink of an eye. The breath from inhalation to exhalation took a star from dust to birth.

"What don't you understand?"

"Why do you try so hard to help these untrustworthy pointy-eared aliens? The consequences of their betrayal and unpredictability have been presented and recorded countless times in many histories and archives I have read. With these efforts, you can definitely help humans, although...but you are Malcador, the founder of the Inquisition and the former regent of the Empire. If you stay in the depths of the Empire and operate secretly, you still have considerable power."

"Because you may be sued for patent infringement by the Hegemony Tower Corn Agricultural Products Association and the Titan Psychic Canned Food Supply and Marketing Cooperative." Malcador immediately answered happily.

"..."

The old man's face wrinkled deeply, "Because...what if I say that this is to save more humans?"

"...You are not the type who likes to save all of humanity, sir."

"I am not." The former imperial regent nodded, "I admit that I did have some inappropriate bias in defining what kind of people are considered "human beings" in the past."

"That doesn't seem to be called bias. It's called that only those who you think are human beings can be classified as humans who can be saved, while others - slaves, slaves, servants are not considered human beings, but ants and living tools. - How arrogant, how unreasonable."

"I don't deny it."

"That's really rare, you arrogant old bastard."

"Why do you have to do this?" The old man nodded. The thumb rubbed down, "wiping" out a different image trace in the space, just like someone wiped the water mist on a piece of foggy glass with his fingers in a winter carriage. "Look."

His followers looked intently and saw another future where Malcador did not intervene or stepped aside, and Iverene was fully committed. Inad, the god of the dead, had not really awakened, but its incarnation, the spirit of vengeance, Inkarn, was awakened and opened the warp passage for Iverene's followers, who were now renamed the Death Army.

While this incarnation blessed the Death Army to swim in the safe passage, the huge ripples of its rejection by the warp spread to all parts of the galaxy, and countless Imperial ships full of travelers were overturned and lost; countless relatively remote planets or worlds that could not be self-sufficient in food were caught in the sudden warp storm and lost contact with their life routes...

For every step forward that Karn led the Death God Army, countless humans died, and the attitude of the Eldar was: as long as there was a one in ten thousand chance of success that allowed them to fight against Slaanesh and avoid falling into the stomach of the Hungry Lady, then even if the price was a million times this, they could accept it.

The follower did not speak for a while, and Malcador looked over and saw the other party's lips trembling with anger.

"This price was not paid by their lives, how can you say this so confidently?!"

"This is the Eldar." The old man smiled, "Otherwise, how could the first cry of the Dark Prince be born in the past with the enjoyment of a country? Just like you said, I made the same mistake as them before, so in the end, I was too smart. You can understand this, which is the first step of self-reflection."

Malcador waved his sleeves again, and the space restored its original image. The fragment of possibility exhausted its energy and disappeared in the flow of time.

"But don't worry, we are here now, and we have stopped part of Iverene's mighty momentum. Next, I will convince Eldrad Uslan. As long as he begins to lean towards my words, I can guide them to complete the weaving of their destiny later, while minimizing the losses to humans in the process... and I will supervise the process of finally awakening Robert Guilliman,"

His followers nodded coldly, and then slowly melted into the shadows, as if ready to leave.

"What?"

"...I have to go around and calm down now, otherwise I will want to kill here."

"Ah." Malcador nodded in understanding, "It's also a good time to see the progress of each place. We have to control the rhythm just right next."

The followers disappeared completely, and the time around them returned to normal flow. Malcador saw Eldrad's tightly frowned brows, and the expressions of others who seemed to be aware of something but could not perceive the specific direction.

He smiled. Next, he should gather the Ark Eldar for Ivrene and increase the number of participating Arks... Oh, and he saw countless demons from different realms... Um... He had to make sure that Ivrene, who did not have as many guards as before, could reach the important points on her journey smoothly.

Oh... By the way... And I wonder what happened to that child...

Malcador's knuckles slid lightly over the handle of the staff.

If he followed the fate line of the Death Army... Then at some point in the future, if it was as described in the tapestry of fate, there should be... a brief encounter, right?