Warhammer: Start with a dog

Chapter 521: Enemies from both sides -

"So, are some people beginning to be unconvinced? Or have I misjudged the location of our enemy? Reko, Zabien. Tell me. Am I being attacked from both sides or am I being attacked from both sides?"

The sound of leather boots tapping back and forth on the floor of the headquarters, the smell of cigars being smoked and burning rapidly, accompanied by the loud and powerful voice of the Supreme Lord Ursarkar. E. Creed, were heard on the roof of the military conference room. echoed below.

As the adjutant and flag-bearer of the Supreme Lord, Sergeant Garland Kyle stood silently on the side of the conference room, observing the room.

Ever since most of the senior commanders of the Cadian army and Cadian administrators met in the grand but ultimately tragic military parade on the Tyrok Fields to welcome the reinforcements, After being killed in a surprise attack by the Volscani Cataphracts, one of the parade participants who had somehow fallen into Abaddon's minions - mainly because they were all crowded into the same Levi's building. They planned to evacuate on the tank's heavy transport vehicle, but the conspicuous transport vehicle was luckily (?) hit and destroyed by the Voskani traitors, so no one survived.

The former Lord of the High Castle, Porska, and the second-in-command, General Calvain, who was supposed to take over the command in sequence after his death, also died in the explosion of the Leviathan vehicle, and it was the eighth Cadian The regiment and their commander Ursaka E. Creed stepped forward in time, not only successfully stabilized the leaderless and bombed the supporting troops of the battalion, but also organized a counterattack against the rebels, and finally suppressed the A rebellion.

And afterwards, because his origin was too mysterious and his bloodline was not noble enough, due to unwillingness or the coordination of all parties, he finally stood out from the crowd and was awarded the "Kadi" by the High Lords Council in the name of the Lord of the High Castle. He holds the title of "Guardian of Asia" and serves as the supreme wartime commander of the Thirteenth Black Crusade against Cadia. For this reason, there are only so many middle-level officials in Cadia who can still keep their word - now they are senior officials - who come to meetings.

It is said to be a meeting. Today, there are only three people present here: Logistics Minister Konskavan Reko, Supreme Political Commissar Aldalia Zabien and the Lord of the Supreme Castle. Several others have been promoted by the Lord of the Supreme Castle. The generals are now either in their fleets or on the front lines on the ground. As for the various allied forces that came to support, although there were powerful Adeptus Astartes and Sisters of Battle, they did not send representatives to participate, and they did not even station a liaison here. The Emperor's Angels and Daughters Many times we are indeed...capital and arrogant. While Garland Kyle thought Creed might think otherwise, there was nothing he could do about it.

"It's not that serious, Ursaka." Konskavan Reko's fingertips flicked a data pad, and he was talking to Creed with a strict bureaucratic attitude while holding another data pad in his hand. The data board is connected to the interface on his skull for review. It is obvious that the logistics minister has a lot of things to do, but he still has a rare clear mind and smooth speech.

"It's just that the administrative procedures of the Ministry of Interior and the Ministry of Military Affairs are not handled in this way according to the regulations, and the content of the Supreme Castle Lord's powers is not only military, so it is an administrative matter that needs to be voted and formally approved by the Cadia Military Council. Position. At that time, the matter was urgent and your appointment process was simple and fast, so it was actually illegal and could only be regarded as a temporary appointment measure.”

“Then make it legal!”

"But the premise for you to continue to hold this position is that we are still in an emergency! Creed!" Supreme Political Commissar Zabien interrupted their conversation and raised her stern voice. She stood straight and sat like a Soldiers among soldiers, "According to the provisions of Article 67 of the Command Code, the emergency appointment of the Supreme Lord of the Castle is limited to the most urgent wartime state. Once the state is lifted, the emergency appointment of the position and its rights will It will also be automatically lifted."

"So this is the problem." Creed took a deep puff of his cigar. "You think the state of emergency has passed, but I don't think so. Why do you think it has passed?"

Zabian glanced at Reko, who cleared his throat and pointed to the data pad he was comparing just now.

"All the data shows that the intensity of the fighting is declining, and emergency requests for ammunition and rations have dropped significantly. We can start to consider changing part of the military rations to civilian use, which can effectively control the level of social unrest..."

"I mean." Creed interrupted him, "I don't think this Black Crusade is over. This is not right, I didn't see what should be there. This is more like a bait, a trap , a conspiracy to deliberately let us relax our vigilance, disperse the troops back to their residences, and let the reinforcements leave here. "

Zabian looked at Reko again, who nodded to the Supreme Commissar. She sighed, walked to Creed, and tried to put a hand on his shoulder, "Listen, Creed , the latest news and observation data intercepted by the naval intelligence department show that the ship Vengeful Spirit is in the traitor fleet retreating towards the Eye of Terror. This is the flagship of the Great Reaver. He is there, following The likelihood of them retreating together is high and Admiral Minter will try to pursue them."

"I have recalled Minter and the other fleets. This matter is not over yet... There are still many traitor troops on the ground in Cadia that need to be suppressed urgently."

"This is not a problem. Counterinsurgency and large-scale rebellion are not new to the Cadian military." Reko said. "This cannot be considered the most urgent wartime situation."

Creed's sharp eyes scanned the two of them.

Political Commissar Aldalia took a step forward, "Actually, Ursaka, this is for your own good. Taking back part of the power can effectively resolve the concerns about you planning a coup."

The Supreme Lord of the Castle truly sneered this time.

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Over the fortress world of Cadia.

Aboard the Blackstone Fortress "Eternal Will".

Urkanthos, Champion of Khorne, Lord of the Black Fleet, Chief of Abaddon's Hounds, is offering his master a previous victory.

But no one on the planet above them knew that the arrival of the fleet led by Abaddon was delayed by 77 minutes.

In view of the fact that the communication here was secretly landed on Cadia more than ten hours ago, Abaddon's spy master Shiron and his men artificially interrupted or tampered with it, and now, during the banquet celebrating their false victory On Cadia, where the carnival was just beginning, no one would know that in order to delay these 77 minutes and allow the messenger fleet to escape, Admiral Quarren and his guard fleet stood in the way of the battle. What a price we paid for these 77 minutes in front of this invincible fleet that would create a miracle that would crush the history of the galaxy.

The flagship of the Cadian Vigilance Fleet, the battleship Allegiance - a battleship with a length of 2.5 miles and a displacement of 16 billion tons - together with all the hundreds of ships in the entire Vigilance Fleet except the Courier Fleet - also With their crews—two million people, soldiers, sailors, technicians, or any other astropaths and navigators who have called their ships home for generations—

All under the coaxing and request of Draula Morcas, they were hit by the pure subspace energy launched by the Eternal Will of the Blackstone Fortress, which was covered and deceived by the implant, and turned into powder in the physical sense, organically. Biological nucleic acids, proteins, enzymes and other substances with life functions are destroyed by the energy bombardment and excitation of biological macromolecules. The bases are shed and destroyed, and the correct cross-links between DNA chains are lost. Two million lives fleeting, and their souls? Oh, Draura was sure that she saw the inanimate people coming from all directions to enjoy the gluttonous feast in the rift opened by the warp ship. They ate quite sloppily, but they devoured it very cleanly.

But Morcas believed that it was all worth it, and that they should feel honored to be killed by the main gun of Blackstone Fortress aboard the Warmaster himself.     Because this power proves her worth.

She is valuable to Warmaster.

What she can do is not just the organic interactive interface of the Blackstone Fortress or the transformation of the energy of the supreme sky into organic flesh and blood into the stone flesh of this hostile fortress.

And when he realizes this, he will always need her, and she will always sit beside him among the demigods watching him.

In view of this, Morcas has been trying in recent days to get Abaddon, her Warmaster, her master, to agree to her continuing to gather the energy of the Blackstone Fortress to fire cannons on the ground after arriving in Cadia - she is very sure, This could break through their shields in one fell swoop and reduce most of the defenders to elementary particles like this guard fleet, along with the fortresses and trenches they were holding on to. Then Abaddon, her beloved Warmaster, wore the crown. The monarch, the noble man who carries all the burdens, can obtain the revenge and victory he deserves long ago.

But obviously, this is not a good time to express this opinion.

Because now, as his cup bearer and cupbearer, she had the honor of standing at his right hand.

Between Mocas's thin and slender fingers, she held tightly a huge skull goblet, or rather, it was more like the chalice held by the Holy Blood Priests of the Ninth Legion.

She listened to them while using her fingertips and the skin on the edge of her palm to feel the unique delicate, smooth and hard bone touch of the wine glass Abaddon had given her to hold.

No matter how many times she held the goblet made from the skull of Horus, the Primarch cloned by Fabius Bair, the Fleshtwist, as Abaddon called him, it brought her a sense of joy. This is a strange sense of security. After all, this is a precious souvenir cut down by Abaddon himself and ordered to be made. Here, only she, Draula Morcas, can stand in a group of people with her thin mortal female body. The vast army of demigods and agents of the gods cheered her Warmaster.

Among the core warlords of Abaddon's Black Legion, she was the only one, and only she, Morcas, actually had no army under her command. Because she is the child of Blackstone Fortress, and Blackstone Fortress is her mother. In other words, she is the only part of Blackstone Fortress that can be understood by humans or near-humans. This is also the original intention of her creation.

Therefore, in order to repay the Warmaster for holding her hand that day and giving her a name, she was given a name for the first time after she was created, and then had the desire to want something for the first time— —

Yes, that's it.

Although she has been wandering in the dark, tortuous and complex man-eating corridors of the Blackstone Fortress, going to areas where no one dares to go deep, only she can go deep with her implanted blackstone eyeballs and other implants, and gradually and continuously introducing the essence of the subspace into the inert night stone, so that the stone can grow huge turbid eyeballs, breathing pink-gray lungs, light mouse-gray skin, artery-like gray blood vessels on the walls, and black-gray gums on the door and window frames, and the doors and windows have become gray-white jagged teeth--

But contrary to the rooms and furniture that appear to be full of life on the surface.

Mokas knew that although she seemed to have brought the Blackstone Fortress back to life, in the eyes of the Blackstone Eye implanted in her eye socket, the part of the Blackstone that was eroded by the energy of the Subspace had lost most of its activity. Only the part of the original Nightstone that had not yet been introduced and infiltrated by her was the most active part. The Blackstone Fortress was alive. It was her mother, but it was too instinctive, so her mother was deceived by the Blackstone part of Mokas' body and thought that she was its child, allowing Mokas to call its stone walls to become anything she wanted. In the days before being found by Abaddon, by her father, who could only secretly think of it in her heart, Mokas, who had no name yet, mobilized the fortress to kill anyone who wanted to attack her or hurt her in the fortress.

Cultists, secret priests, and even the Khorne berserkers who were chasing her—Urcanthos’s men, Abaddon’s hounds—even though she was only half the size of their arms at the time, she still killed two of them, and was able to kill the third—the third was Urcanthos, the Lord of the Black Fleet, the leader of Abaddon’s hounds, the warlord who was now respectfully saluting the Warmaster and her standing beside the Warmaster in this conference room, the Champion of Khorne.

Although she was panicked, she was satisfied with the power of the response and protection given to her by the mother of the fortress. Until that man, the man who was taller and more powerful than any human she had ever seen, came to stop her from continuing to kill with the most gentle and kind voice and movements she had ever seen, and after seeing how thin she was, he knelt on one knee, took off his gauntlet, and stretched out his hand to her.

The young girl finally trembled and walked out of the shelter built by the mechanical umbilical cord and flesh and blood cable, and put her pitifully small hand into that large palm.

The fortress was indeed her mother. She was bred and born for the fortress. The fortress sheltered her and saved herself from the cultists.

But the Blackstone Fortress was made of stone.

The stone fortress would not give her a name, the fortress would not speak to her gently, the fortress would not let anyone teach her to speak High Gothic. Even if she could kill them in the fortress, she could not make these warlords favored by their respective gods salute her - these powerful creatures have always been arrogant, just like the male individuals among the beasts on those distant, ancient planets mentioned in the ancient scrolls she had read from nowhere, and only judged whether a person was worthy of their respect and bowing based on physique and strength.

Urkanthos was threatening the Warmaster with his so-called strength and achievements again.

Mokas looked at him with her special eyes. This Blood God believer was one of the core warlords of Abaddon that she disliked very much, although she didn't like each of them very much - but Urkanthos was a madman, and she was sure that no one could buckle the chain around his neck except the words of the Warmaster.

At this moment, although her beloved father, her Warmaster, had encouraged and rejected him tactfully enough, the leader of the Hounds was still chattering about his victory, wanting to get the honor of being the first to land on Cadia and kill people.

Humph! Do you think she doesn't know? The Warmaster made her the cup bearer beside him for more than just good looks. In this fortress conference room that was completely activated by her with the energy of the warp, she could use her implanted black stone eyeball to see the thoughts of everyone who walked in. This was another reason why Abaddon trusted her so much. She was really useful, wasn't she?

She stared at the thoughts that gradually emerged behind Urkanthos's head, the blood-red fireworks that would splash out when a person was hit in the head by a bomb, and unfolded in front of her eyes.