Warhammer: Start with a dog

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When the Indomitable star fortress emerged from the defense range of New Badab with its proud and glorious giant posture and obvious traces of battle, the entire New Thorn Palace of the Tyrant immediately sounded the alarm and raised the defense.

The fleet in orbit began to assemble. Hell's Iris, an important property and base of the Red Pirates, which was also originally a Ramirez-class star fortress, began to close the port and activate his weapons systems that were twisted by the energy of the warp and the rituals of the Unliving into strange and bloody, but equally deadly.

The black market and camp at the foot of the palace mountain were in chaos. Many people took various ships to escape to nearby asteroids in the void or any area that could shield the detector. Then they carefully sent out spies or automatic auspicious instruments, or, in a more classical way, used shamans, fortune-tellers, wizards or psychics to perform shaman-like observations, and by the way, divined the fate of both parties in the future, trying to bet more accurately.

However, more pirates and warbands who were more familiar with and knew Luft Huron's temperament and his past achievements chose to stay where they were as part of the Red Pirates' defense circle: if the Pirate King of the Great Whirlpool could win, the reward for this gamble would be extremely generous.

Of course, there were some disagreements between the leader of the Sword Dancers, Atasia, and the Pirate Queen, Katya Salongba, about where to go, but soon, because both of them had a temperament of loving gambles and extreme thrills, and most importantly, Atasia thought of something that Honso had told him.

In the end, the fleet that the War Blacksmith handed over to him remained on Huron's side and was assigned to the position of a surprise attack on the side. Although their mobility was mainly concentrated on the pirate fleet, they were more familiar with this star fortress than others-at least in terms of void warfare and troop allocation, Luft Huron's command was not a problem, and it could even be said to be fair and excellent.

"It seems that this beautiful noble lady will eventually fall into our hands."

Katya Salongba stood on her bridge.

Beside her stood Atasiya. Although the latter knew something, his specialty was not void warfare. Therefore, he, who had become wise now, chose to let the Pirate Queen serve as the fleet commander at this time. However, he stood beside her with a smile at a distance of a sword, which showed that he did not trust her so much.

However, the Pirate Queen of suspicious bloodline did not mind this matter very much - Atasiya's sword was indeed fast and deadly, so what, being appointed as the fleet commander was also a new experience for pirates. As a swordsman, she knew that the probability of her winning Atasiya's first attack was very low, but since everyone's goal was temporarily the same, she would not do anything to deliberately attract the other party to attack. She, Salongba, just had a bold lifestyle and liked to pursue excitement, and she was not really high on the Dark Eldar combat drug and had no brains.

Of course, she would only say this in her heart, so what she said on the surface now would be very consistent with her "mask".

She licked her lips, which were painted jam purple today, with the tip of her tongue that had undergone bifurcated surgery. "I can't wait to ride my flying machine through its central avenue again, waving my sword to harvest the heads of the big-headed soldiers who shoot at me! I'll finally kick open the door of the magnificent but boring cathedral! I'm going to step on the backs of slaves and the blood of the defeated to be the first to ascend the throne inside and sit on it!"

"Hmm..." Atasiya, who had been carefully observing from a hidden place for a long time with the auspicious array, made a strange sound.

"What's wrong? Dear? Do you also want to be the first to ascend the throne? If you are willing to accompany me to get drunk after the victory of the battle tonight, I can consider sharing this honor with you and staying overnight." Salomba habitually threw a wink at the leader of the sword dancers, but glanced at his observation panel from the corner of his eye, hoping to get more information from it.

Atasiya was already used to her winks and was indifferent. He frowned under the mask.

"... Although..." He pondered, the cold light on the augury panel shone on his new mask, which was a very classical human handsome man's face, handsome, elegant, with the solemnity of a marble statue but also a strange sense of sensuality.

Salongba suddenly had a strange feeling. She had never realized so clearly that Nosa Aetasia had served the false emperor, and his slender body that had been blessed and mutated was not what he should have been. He was now a slender rapier with deadly poison, but perhaps, in a period of time before Salongba herself was born, the sword dancer had also worn heavy power armor, wielded a power sword and saber, and shouted passionately and fought passionately for the glory and victory of his father and master.

Fortunately, Aetasia spoke next, interrupting her fantastic thoughts.

"Maybe we don't have to fight next." The sword dancer raised his head, and the shrewdness and certainty of a strictly trained and experienced veteran returned to him. "Hmm... it's very likely."

"What do you mean?" She leaned over, but Atasiya didn't avoid her or push her away. Salomba, who had a very sharp intuition, always felt that something had changed about this sword dancer, but she couldn't tell where, because Atasiya's appearance had only become more artistic, and there was no bad change.

"This shouldn't be the Ultramarines who came for revenge. Our crazy boss who made a bet with us and said that if he didn't succeed, we would inherit his legacy might actually succeed. I can't observe the prediction. The radiation signature of the heat and activated weapons systems, and besides the starfort itself, there was no other accompanying ship - no navigator's fleet, no frigates, no tugs, no supply convoys - and it was flying in a very It’s...unconventional, even too fast, come and see.”

"You mean he really won the bet he made with me?... Boring, I thought we could inherit his fleet..."

Salomba walked to the panel of the oriole array with a look of disbelief and doubt, and carefully observed the details. After a while, she exclaimed, "This speed... is almost as fast as the fastest in our fleet." How can a big guy like Star Castle fly at such a speed?! Are the war blacksmiths going crazy? Planets, meteorites and space debris! Even if its shield can block the smaller ones, look!

She tapped the tips of her blood-colored nails with the beautifully painted skull pirate logo on the two scanning light point targets that were about to touch the screen, "This! That's a space hulk that floated here before! That's too It's so dangerous that no one dares to stay for long...but it's big! They're going to collide! I don't think such a big thing can do it at this distance-ah--?"

Then the sound coming out of Salomba's mouth was similar to the sound of a violin playing high notes and out of tune. Although the sound was actually very beautiful, she was so "ah" that she forgot to stop.

In full view of the public - or in other words, in the images of the many auspices and scanning arrays around New Badab, the huge star fort, which can usually be used as a warship to berth in the port, flexibly tilted its front end to create an extremely perfect shape. Immelmann Turn, then performed a dazzling half-roll inversion as if nothing had happened, corrected the course again, and continued to drive towards New Badab at high speed.

——Now Salomba knows why even though the alarm has been issued, no garrison fleet or anyone on the road can stop the Indomitable from marching straight towards New Badab—— XX’s XX! So powerful, so powerful, who in the world can resist it, and how can it be resisted?

No, no, it can’t even be said to be making great progress... This is called...

Ettasia sighed for her at the right time: "What a sudden attack!"

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Robert Guilliman, who was sitting on the mechanical command throne of the Indomitable Star Fortress, swaying and happily driving it, suddenly felt a strange, subtle feeling that he had never experienced before. It was extremely subtle, and he accidentally felt it. The kind that will be ignored.

The Primarch looked around doubtfully.

The naked eyes of his current body did not see any abnormalities in the empty command center. The hot Reka coffee that Vannas had just poured for him on the table was still smoking. Yes, it was right there in front of him. When completing the difficult racing and flying maneuvers, he even dedicated a bit of computing power to maintain the real-time adjustment and change of the internal gravity field to avoid spilling his precious drink - supplies here are too difficult to find, and it is difficult for his nephew to never know. He took out coffee and clean water from somewhere - and the Indomitable's vision and sensors, which were connected to his consciousness through wires and cable tubes, did not see anything unusual in the surrounding void.

As for the ships of various sizes and specifications that were waiting for him, he had already automatically forgotten them after calculating the threat level.

Could it be that there was something wrong with that strange big garbage aggregation that we just jumped over?

Guilliman called up the data screen in his memory and recalled it. It was indeed impossible to see the depth of that thing, but it was obviously not touched at all? His driving skills just now were perfect! Even if Chagatai came in person today, he would have to say this!

What could that be?

He frowned in confusion.

The door of the command center was opened, and the person who strode in was the Master Pharmacist with a toolbox and lunch, or as he was going to call him next, the War Blacksmith and Pharmacist Hong Suo.

Although the reserve resources in the Star Fortress are so scarce, for some unknown reason, Honso can always find some reserve food and marching rations that have been dried to the point of dehydration or extremely unpalatable from those ruins. Even though I didn’t understand the laboratory operation, what finally appeared was some stuff like “carbon dioxide synthesis of glucose and fat”, “technologically active flavor sauce”, “pure natural plant meat”, and even “artificial milk and butter” , but what’s even more outrageous is that the sugar and milk can indeed be used to make coffee...

Although the Raven Guard's facial expression was indeed a bit strange sometimes when he saw the contents of the meal, he still ate and drank, and Grendel, who always made him feel very energetic, did not feel any strange, and he still ate well. They were very happy, and neither of them showed any problems after the meal. Perhaps this was simply because Guilliman wanted to eat something delicious in this dreamland with overlapping dimensions?

Anyway, as a Primarch who was raised by mortal parents for a long time and who attached great importance to communication, exchange and cooperation with mortals, the pride of Macragge Connor, the child of Euden, he was very happy to have a few hot meals with good taste again after staying (unconscious) for nine thousand years, and decided not to pursue the question of how the food in the dream came.

After all, it seemed reasonable that Honso explained the dream so considerately for him. What if he really found out something if he went to the bottom of it? Should he eat this meal and coffee or not?

The wise and noble 13th Primarch decided to believe it without doubt and keep his good appetite for food.

"What's lunch today?"

The master of potions raised his eyebrows and placed the tray in front of the Primarch sitting on the throne.

"You should have smelled it when I walked in, my lord."

"Remember to change 'you' to you when you speak. And remove the honorifics. I, Robert Guilliman, for my own will and justice, allow you to offend me, the Primarch, and the glory of other empires when necessary in this operation." The thirteenth Primarch nodded and reminded the other party.

"It's great to hear your forgiveness, my lord. I mean. -'Mercuris'." Honso said sourly, and at the same time opened the lid of the tray, which contained plant meat soaked in technological flavor sauce and seasoning. These pieces of meat were cut into the size of Grox steaks and fried. The soft structure absorbed the thick reddish-brown sauce. It was boneless and tender and delicious, smoother than the tenderest lamb, and it melted in the teeth of the Primarch.

"This should be our last meal before we arrive at New Badab. We can only cook after we settle down there."

Guilliman nodded and began to eat under his new alias.

While he was eating, Honsou looked at the Primarch's current appearance with a complicated look, and for the ten thousandth time, he crossed his index and middle fingers behind his back to cheer himself up - this was a small mystical ritual that his kind father had accidentally taught him. If a person lied to the other party and wanted to escape punishment, he would secretly make this gesture.

——The "Astartes" sitting there eating was wearing red armor, the surface of which was engraved with scriptures and mysterious symbols. His exposed head and face were also like this, with patterns and words tattooed on them. What was more eye-catching were the two small bone horns protruding slightly on his forehead, and the cloth strips wrapped around his arms and waist, which were full of scriptures.

It was a perfect disguise that was logical and acceptable to the Primarch. No one would guess who he actually belonged to! Even if his words and actions were discovered, no one would believe him!

Hong Suo, you are a genius!

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A thousand times farther away, a blue soft-bodied monster who was laughing so hard that he couldn't stand up turned into a pool of blue colloid, with only a beak still shouting, "Hurry up and give him the reserve for next month!!!"