Warhammer: Start with a dog

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What part of the human body contains the most iron?

It is blood.

Without iron, blood cannot show that special red color.

Without iron, blood cannot function.

Without calcium, there will be no bones to support the body, and without iron, there will be no hemoglobin that transports vital oxygen.

The Lord of Steel sat in his seat, his handsome and extraordinary straight nose covered with fine white hair.

The long hair on the cheeks became longer and softer, and the fine hair on the ears like cashmere, which well balanced the narrowness of the nose, making this face full of ancient mysterious wisdom and majesty.

He is already quite old, and the black hair on his face is mixed with white hair like annual rings, and the eyelashes that have turned pure white are now casting a small and fine shadow above his dark brown almond eyes.

But his pupils and eyes are still so sharp and clear, and every time people see them, they will feel that the world is so clear and beautiful. If someone tells him that nothing in the world is perfect, then he will tell the other person that this is perfection. ——This is the perspective of the soul that resides in the body of the Lord of Steel, a Seris Border Collie owner, who is extremely unreasonable in this matter.

Whether Perturabo BC knows this or not, it is obvious that his current appearance has a certain ability to influence the soul in his body.

Because the people who are watching him in ecstasy cannot help but notice that his brows are furrowed, his long eyebrows and beards are shaking, and his pupils are shrinking, staring at the thing he is fiddling with.

Following Perturabo BC's gaze, the person sitting opposite him moved his eyes to the object that the dog's paws were fiddling with.

Ramizane Kalosini has actually seen this exquisite and gorgeous miniature work more than once.

Before he came to this universe, which has finally upgraded from "Superb Conferred God List! This is the top of the Conferred God List!" to "Finally, a small area at the door has been cleared to settle down and start cleaning the house", he also heard a little about the "great" deeds of the more original original body that this work imitated.

Moreover, he happened to find the supplementary records of this world about this holy bell in the library of the Iron Blood recently. He read it with great interest. He couldn't help laughing when he saw the description in the religious book at the end that "this holy bell ascended to heaven in order to avoid falling into the hands of the evil Chaos".

--Indeed, this big bell did not fall into the hands of Chaos in the end, but does it count as ascending to heaven when it was in the museum on the world of the Solemnas Tomb? In fact, it should be missing for no reason to the investigators of the Empire? You see, when faith has become something that has penetrated into the blood and bones, no matter how unreasonable things are, people can always think of attaching miracles to them at the first time.

Although the specific details are not clear, it seems that the bell of Saint Ishtar struck thirteen times to foreshadow the final decisive battle of Cadia or the opening of the Great Rift? Anyway, when it was struck, it was said that it blew up a whole hall of the museum in Trazyn or something? It seems to have caused various strange phenomena in many imperial worlds including Cadia? Is it true? But considering that he had not actually read the book The Fall of Cadia in order before coming here, he didn't know whether this bell made of iron refined from the coagulated blood of Saint Ishtar would be the same as the little events he knew after he came here...

"Ding!"

The first sound.

The giant with ice-blue eyes subconsciously shuddered because of the abrupt, deep, and so close bell sound.

The border collie stared coldly, almost indifferently, at this miniature upgraded version of Saint Ishtar's bell.

The second hand on its dial still did not move, but the pendulum below it began to swing.

"Is this... is it ringing?"

Ramizane sat up and turned his head to look, but everything in the expanded Court of the Dead Square was as peaceful as before.

The endless stream of pilgrims still devoutly held candles or burned incense in their hands, and slowly formed a long queue of pilgrims under the care and command of the "security guards" who were much taller and stronger than them. The shining neon signs above their heads reflected the people's peaceful faces with a rare glimmer of hope.

And everything was normal in the "Delicious and Nutritious" restaurant where they were. The guests were eating quietly and cherishingly - almost, only a few guests and some Astartes waiters looked up at their boxes in surprise and alertness. There seemed to be a little noise in the back kitchen.

"Didn't they hear it...? Such a loud bell..."

The Border Primarch rarely answered his question immediately. He just continued to stare at the clock, especially the extra hands on its clock face.

Now, these hands are still as stable as a rock.

Then, the pendulum swung violently, and it struck a second time. The resonant sound waves were transmitted to the distance through the indescribable waves of the Supreme Heaven, and even further away, the tide of birth spread to both sides of time and space.

"Ding!"

The second time.

Most of the people within Ramizarn's sight still had no reaction.

But his emergency communicator rang.

He looked down: This was the Iron Blood - to be precise, it was a communication request from Magna Dorn.

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"Ding!"

The third time.

The anglers sitting on the shores of Magna City, the capital of Macragge, fishing to avoid matchmakers and pass the time are gone.

There was only the fishing rod left in place and the gorgeous words its owner had just written with his fingertips on the beach.

If someone were here, they would find that this is not Low Gothic or High Gothic, but a script from a lost planet that has been lost in the empire for a long time. The white waves roared and washed up on the golden beach with foam. A prophetic sonnet written in Nostramo was swept into the depths of the azure waters.

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"clang!"

The fourth time.

In front of the shrine in the Olympia Military Academy, Soltarn has gathered trusted Iron Warriors.

But there were still a few missing among them, which put a hint of worry in the eyes of the Earth Ruler.

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"clang!"

The fifth time.

The Ultramarines have been secretly recalled to the fortress to assemble. The fleet is swimming in the sky. Senior officers, led by the first company commander Agyman, are waiting outside the room of the original saint. Only Manius Calgar and Va Ro Tigris was allowed into the room for a closed-door meeting.

But what they didn't expect was that they would see someone else on such an occasion.

A mortal.

The chief think tank's palms clenched tightly the moment he saw this uninvited guest.

No, no, not Him, not the monster I saw that day. This was a mortal young man, only a little thinner and paler, but both Ultramarines saw the power hidden under his toga.

He glanced at the other person again. His long black hair was neatly combed but tied back casually with a red ribbon. The same dark eyes seemed to look at the think tank director with a little smile - outside the window. The sun shone through the armored glass on half of the young man's face, causing the originally bottomless pupils to reflect a glaze-like halo.

"Why are you so surprised? I think you guys should know each other. No need for me to introduce you further."

Julius, their father's sage, said this as he sat behind a desk filled with papers.

After experiencing Lord Julius's meticulous arrangements and extraordinary plans for government affairs, military affairs, and even religion and people's livelihood during this period, the two Ultramarines have confirmed that this saint must be the one left to the Ultramarines by their missing father. Their comfort and guidance - who else but a Primarch could achieve such a miraculous level on his own? This ability to calculate and think has surpassed any powerful meditator they know - and even the surging aura, now they are condensed on the newly created laurel crown, only the most advanced psychic masters may be able to A hint of cleverly hidden power can be gleaned from it.

"Yes, my lord." Calgar noticed Tigris' comeback, put his fist on his breastplate and saluted, and at the same time, he restrained and politely nodded to the mortal who was sitting carelessly and did not get up, "Kant. Cratchit, Macragge's newest honorary citizen, I have heard from Argyman about your good deeds, and I would like to thank you again personally for your contribution to our logistics and logistics."

"Ah." The young man whose name was mentioned opened his mouth and showed the teeth in his mouth. For a moment, it seemed like an ancient giant shark showing its sharp teeth, but if you look closely, it was just a row of brushes. Very shiny straight white teeth. "You're too polite." He laughed again, "Please take more care of our business in the future."

His attitude of being so relaxed and even rude in front of the Primarch Saint, but being tolerated by the Saint equally, made the two leaders of the Ultramarines look at each other.

"My lord." Tigris asked softly, "Who is this...?"

"Oh." The man with the same face and scars as their genetic father smiled, "This... just think that he is also a guest in a similar situation to me."

Both Astartes officers opened their eyes at the same time.

Pretty much the same situation?

But Lord Julius is a fragment of the original body——

Another saint of the Primarch?

Another one?

Is the revival of the empire coming? ! Will they be lucky enough to welcome the return of a second Primarch after the Gene Father? !

"No, he doesn't plan to reveal his identity now. This will happen after 'I' am officially recognized by the empire and return."

Julius said calmly, while adding a little psychic skill to his voice, "If Cratchit is not exposed now, he will be a surprise force in the next battle we have to deal with. Magnius, Varro, I hope You keep this precious secret only in this room."

The two extreme warriors were overwhelmed by his voice as cold as a mountain spring, and their rapid breathing calmed down.

"As you wish. My lord."

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"Clang!" The sixth time.

Malcador, who was fighting with Eldrad Uslan without a smile, stopped his words and tightened his lips.

The Supreme Prophet of Uthwe also slowly frowned across from this cunning mortal.

"Did you feel it too?" The prophet's slender eyes stared closely at the old human's face, "It rang on time, but... it sounded...?"

"Brighter and... harmonious, isn't it?"

The old man also frowned. Why did the sound of the Holy Bell sound more harmonious and louder than expected, but there was a very subtle premonition in his heart?

The two old foxes said goodbye in a hurry and immediately began to divine. One took out a set of tarot and the other took out the spiritual stone runes.

The results showed that they were able to "reach their destination normally and smoothly and complete the tasks assigned to them by fate."

Doesn't this seem to be a problem? Where could the problem be?

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"clang!"

The seventh time.

The machine soul of the Mountain Formation let out deep roars. It became restless and ready to go.

The technical sergeants and mechanical priests ran around in a panic, wondering why this ancient sacred fortress was suddenly so emotional.

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"clang!"

The eighth time.

The Shadow Daughter, who was holding a meeting with the Death Army, stood up suddenly amid everyone's puzzled and surprised looks.

The Midnight Mourning Theater Company's Curtain Walkers slip silently behind the curtain.

What is missing from this drama is a member who, although not very important, is missing so much that Ifreni and other Eldar are very concerned about it, the Phoenix Lord Jaan Zhar of the Shrine of the Howling Banshee.

Her whereabouts have been elusive since her last departure, but countless divination and drama shows that she is still alive and unharmed, but unable to return to them.

But if they want to pursue it further, even the great ancestors in the Crystal Temple circuit will express strong resistance and refuse to peek into the backstage content of this part of the Theater of Destiny.

And the clowns sent out also disappeared into the sea like mud cows, without any news.

But just when the bell rang, it seemed that the guard guarding Jaen Zar was distracted by the sound of the bell. All the Eldar present who were related to the fate of the Phoenix Lord, especially the Howling Banshee Everyone who followed the path felt the scream from the soul of the Banshee Lord that was almost impossible to cry out.

"Run away!!!"

Run away?

What does this mean?

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"clang!"

The ninth time.

Belisarius Cawl roared at the Eldar Veil Walker behind him, "This is the world from Abaddon's Sixth Dark Crusade! I don't understand why you want me to come here! There is nothing here. ! Except for these undecipherable black stone building ruins! We should rush back to join the big team as soon as possible!"

"No need to worry about your worries. Dig in, dig in, and the pearls will always be strung into a necklace." The Harlequin floated in the air, using her soft limbs to make strange and beautiful movements. Her mask was smooth, Nothing, "The gates of the Webway are open for you. The bells have tolled, the bells have tolled, and it is about to be born, flowing from what was once the birth canal."

"Ohm Messiah's gas welder! What is that thing again?!"

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"clang!"

The tenth time.

Of all the temples and monasteries on Cadia, those who had stood firm for a long time had not allowed the buildings they guarded to be breached by the enemy's army: the Guardsmen who came to support, the warriors of the Cadian regiment, the nuns of the Sisters, the Black The Astartes in the temple, who carried holy objects that could produce sound, all resonated with the sound of the bell. Some noticed it and began to verify with joy, while others, like Marshal Amarych, were leading his sword brothers to launch a more determined charge towards the retreating enemy.

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"clang!"

The eleventh time.

Captain Hannah Keztrall is pulling the nose of her Avenger out of the clouds.

Even though she had some protective measures that were better than nothing, the gravitational acceleration endured by her mortal body still made her eyes go black.

But she was a skilled pilot and had a cooperative weapons operator.

They're on pace for another perfect kill record.

"Looks like it," she heard the slightly odd tone of her weapons operator Raffus' voice as she stepped back on the accelerator and pulled her beloved Deadeye back to level. "The enemy is beginning to retreat. But did you hear anything?"

"What?" She hesitated. Just now she thought it was just a temporary problem caused by the rush of blood to her brain, but did Rafs hear it too? "Bell?"

"Yes, it's strange. Could it be channel interference?"

"Be careful of enemy attacks."

"I'll check."

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"clang!"

The twelfth blow.

His adjutant walked into the room and closed the blast door, which was thick and strong enough to isolate the noise of the banquet celebrating the victory outside and the requests for Lord Creed to come out and give a victory speech.

"Are they still partying?" he asked without looking up.

"Yes." Creed's flag-bearer Garland Kyle replied, and he also smelled of the alcohol he had picked up while walking through the party.

"Tomorrow's wake-up call cannot be postponed...but let's forget it tonight. Proper venting is good for morale." The commander of the eighth regiment of Cardia and the castle lord Creed, who was ordered in danger, frowned and looked sharply. Looking at the documents and maps in front of him, "This matter is not over yet. Absolutely."

He took a final puff, then pressed the burned cigar butt into the ashtray made of Earthshaker shells, and placed it on top of the unfolded new information along with the empty Amasec glass.

"Perhaps Admiral Quaren's fleet is only temporarily out of contact. After all, the message we intercepted said that Abaddon died in the Civil War of the Eye of Terror."

"Hmph." Creed frowned, "I don't think this is wrong. The attack, indeed, took long enough, but something is wrong. Where is their heavy equipment? Where are the elite terminators? Where is the Black Legion? Me I didn’t see it! I didn’t see it! Just ordinary cultists, traitor guards, and Chaos Astartes are not enough! This commander must also have an elite army!”

He returned to the map. "But no one can tell me now... They are all celebrating victory! Tsk! Damn it! Where is Abaddon?!"

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"clang!"

Thirteenth time.

It's like production.

She thought as she looked at this scene.

It was the physical universe that tore itself apart, letting matter flow around like blood, and then "produced" them out of the warp.

Draula Morcas watched all this from the Blackstone Fortress.

As the wounds of reality continue to widen.

The huge fortress carrying the Chaos Warmaster and his elites completely jumped into the real universe.