Warhammer: Start with a dog

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Captain Hannah Ketzlar piloted her faithful Dead Eye, her aft gunner Ravs observing the plain as they passed.

"What did you see?" she asked.

"Those demon drop pods, there are many of them, red ones." Her reliable companion replied.

"Do you think we'll have a chance to hit one or two?"

"They have begun to open, and it is expected that within a few seconds they will release the blasphemous evil spirits in its belly. I guess the best we can do is choose someone who looks like the leader to try to drop the bomb, and then it is time to return. Don’t forget the new reconnaissance mission you just received from the headquarters. We have to go to the north, near the crashed Sword of Resistance, to take pictures of the enemy’s landing there and send them back to the headquarters.”

Hannah remembered the intelligence reconnaissance mission they had just received and nodded regretfully.

"Then you have to choose the biggest guy. Our fighter planes are not bombers, and this aerial bomb was a temporary request from me."

"No problem. I also want to find a good home for it as soon as possible - you just fly over their cluster. Be careful not to be caught by those gargoyles. - Oh!"

The flight captain tightened the control stick and pulled up the nose of her attack aircraft. The aircraft body flexibly turned sideways in the air. The artilleryman gritted his teeth and tightened his shooting wrench. A series of tongues of flame spurted out from the tail of the aircraft. Several arc-shaped bright orange-red lines were left in the air, and the end of one of them swept into the wings of the small flying demon following them in the air. The flesh membrane of the thing splashed out a series of black liquid, and it ran away wailing. Look for more vulnerable prey on the ground.

"Great, I think I see it! Over there! Hannah, starboard one o'clock!"

"I saw it too! I will try my best to pass at a low altitude smoothly!"

"Look at mine." Ravs took the bulging bomb that was fastened with braided tape and rope nets next to him, inspected it, and then pushed it to the release port at his feet.

"Enter effective range in about three seconds! Ruffs!"

"The God-Emperor is with you, boy." He made a prayer gesture towards the aerial bomb, and then opened the bolt of the hatch.

The icy cold wind in the air suddenly hit his helmet and goggles, but he had already seen the target - that conspicuous guy, red, with an equally huge man in a cloak beside him, and the man in his hand The incredibly large ax reflects the light of distant artillery fire. The two Chaos Space Marines are surrounded by a circle of mainly red Fallen. It is obvious that the leader and his adjutant are surrounded by some kind of battle. Before mobilizing or inflicting filthy favor rituals.

Just by glancing at the strange mutations on the armor and bodies of those guys, Ravs felt that his eyes behind the eyepieces felt the sting of pollution.

He didn't dare to take a closer look, and now was the right time, so he pushed down the aerial bomb with the purity mark on it towards the place where the big red man was.

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"My lord, I don't understand. Won't you let your champion serve as the vanguard to lead our demon summoned army to charge? This way we can sacrifice our blood and skulls to the great gods."

After the warriors of Undivided Chaos landed, they looked for their respective opponents to revel on their own, but there were still a group of main Word Bearers who stayed with Honso and Mercury. Obviously, Abaddon had told them something else, because Hong From the corner of Suo's eyes, he could see the Word Bearers wizards hidden in the back row furtively reciting verses on some scrolls. Their hungry eyepieces were shining with evil intent as they stared at the powerful champion's eyes. Body, obviously, as an expert in demon manipulation, the Word Bearers have also coveted his so-called "manipulable" Blood God champion for a long time.

"What? Don't you have your own combat company and mission?"

"Of course, Lord Honso." They began to sneer. This was a Word Bearer wizard with sharp teeth on his helmet. His belt was jingling with human skin scrolls and colorful jars, "But We also have direct orders from the Warmaster, who tells us to follow the breach in the fortress that you and your troops have made and set up an advance base."

"I knew he couldn't be trusted." Mercurius - Robert Guilliman calmly took down the huge power ax from the weapons rack behind his back, pressed the switch with his thumb, and his stance changed from blue to White, and finally turned into orange-red, like the bloody light of the setting sun burning on the horizon.

Only the Potion Master heard the majestic anger contained deep in these calm words. He gathered his cloak, as if he didn't want to be blown or splashed by anything, "Well, you see, I have asked him to Start warming up..."

A discordant scream was suddenly mixed in with the sounds of fighting overhead from time to time. The Potion Master subconsciously raised his head when he realized what the sound was. Apparently the others realized it too, and they started running away and looking for the nearest cover.

Guilliman was about to do the same, but his wrist was grabbed by the Potion Master. He turned around in surprise, "Although I am...but I can't..."

Then he saw Honso blink and mouth to him, "Close your eyes."

The last thing the Primarch saw was the bomb with an extra bomb attached and an obviously excessive charge falling on the ground.

Incomparably hot, with temperatures reaching thousands of degrees, a vacuum that instantly burned and expanded, and the white light and shock waves caused by the explosion swept over everyone within a kilometer.

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"These mortal pilots are clever."

Marshal Amarych said, Mordred stood on the city top next to him, and the flag of the Crusis Expedition was flying proudly in his hands.

They also saw the bomb-dropping scene just now. The attack plane then made several difficult moves again, getting rid of the hyenas in the air and flying towards their north.

"Perhaps, Marshal, but I would rather face those heretics face to face." The castle master raised his bolter and shattered a bloody mouth with one shot, trying to climb with its body with too many thick arms. The heads of the tall demihuman cultists who came up and shot at them said, "These enemies are too weak and cannot do enough for us. We will die here." Opponents of the Tao. We need some truly powerful heretics to demonstrate the glory of sacrifice given to us by the God-Emperor and Dorn." "Patience," the Marshal replied, keeping an eye on the drop. Zone, "the ritual signs and emblems that just unfolded there, unclean, foul, twisted."

"It's the Word Bearers. Sir." Mordred also saw the twisted skeletons with black flames, the human skin scriptures and runes flying in the air, a large number of on-site sacrifices and magic circles, and the driven The cultists men and women who came down to the seven-story city wall they defended and filled the moat with their own flesh and blood were poorly equipped. The only thing they had in common was that they had marks dedicated to the dark gods carved with blades on their foreheads or bodies.

Mordred saw them coming, like rows of harvested crops, being blasted away by the Cadian defenders under the city wall, as well as the heavy-armed Brother Ragnar and the Cross Medal team he led. There were scattered pieces of blood and flesh, but they still chanted Lorgar's hymn, as if The Buddha walked forward with hope and despair and died one after another, filling the bottom of the moat bit by bit with blood and corpses. Even the orbital bombing and ground shooting of these heretics completely ignored them and died with the light spear. And probably more than half of the cultists killed by cannonballs from behind were killed from the front.

The aerial bombardment just now paused the shooting behind these weak but endless attackers for a moment. They immediately rushed over like a black unclean wave, almost overwhelming the Black Templar heavy fire team under the bastion wall.

"Tell Ankh Squad that they are not allowed to retreat, not even a step."

Mordred asked another battle brother to go down and convey the marshal's order, but then he found that Amarych's eyes were attracted by something in the distance.

He couldn't help but follow the marshal's gaze.

"O God Emperor. Your divine light that leads death shines upon us who are humble!"

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"伱...not..."

"You talk too much." The huge and heavy ax was as light as a feather in Guilliman's hand. With a crackling sound that broke the air, it smoothly cut into pieces the Word Bearers who were about to send a message towards their heads in a hurry. They formed five neat pieces, and the two were holding scriptures. The hand with the transceiver smashed into the dust together with the outer gauntlet, and the chanter's head rolled down the other side of the slope caused by the bomb, while rolling out of his broken neck. A thick black oily substance also flowed out.

The Potion Master came up from behind him and glanced at the torn flesh fragments on the ground, "Well... although I would usually say that you would waste the gene storage glands in your neck like this, but it seems like they have nothing for me to recycle. Something. There is another one, moving in the opposite direction at 310 meters."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier that your power armor has a personal shield that can be used by the two of us?" He raised his hand angrily and fired several shots to the side, accurately hitting the last Word Bearer who was about to escape. After his head and body were separated into two parts, Guilliman - who is still the first born with two horns, and whose hallucination camouflage work is very reliable from a certain primarch - said angrily, "Then I will Will try to kill Abaddon!"

"Because this is our trump card, my lord." The Potion Master lowered his head to check his medical gauntlet - his medical gauntlet, the auspicious instrument, was undoubtedly far more advanced than Guilliman knew, because Honso was using it to accurately Scan all specially marked lives within a few kilometers Signal, although Guilliman doubts that this function was originally designed for search and rescue in ruins and battlefields, but now they use it to accurately hunt down the Word Bearers who were stunned one by one by bombing. It is also very useful. The Ultramarines' The Primarch decided not to ask the question so eloquently.

"Our mission is to lurk and establish a semi-public site, not to be an assassin. If an assassin is needed, my genetic father will naturally have a more suitable candidate than me. Didn't we already agree before? My lord, a small impatience will mess up a big plan. If you force Abaddon to move from his assigned position, it will be a disaster for yourself. A huge threat - have you ever thought about the possibility that one second you just succeeded in knocking down, killing, and destroying the Chaos Warmaster from his throne, and the next second you will... The four dark gods above this throne forcefully hold you down and carve the mark of chaos on your forehead. Will their divine power force you to do something unspeakable? "

"...Your imagination is really rich. Even if I am forced, I will never succumb to them." Although he disapproved of it, he had to admit that the Iron Warrior Pharmacy Master said this with an understatement but also The tone of voice, as if he had seen it with his own eyes, instantly caused an illusory and chilling electric current to rush through Robert Guilliman's spine, almost making the original shudder.

"Indeed, I have seen a lot of the madness and changes of Chaos recently. I have also experienced the malice and weirdness of this world. Now I really feel that nothing will make me lose my temper."

The original body in disguise stood on the spot. In the massacre just now, with the help of Honso, he killed about two hundred enemies who landed with him in a little more than two minutes. Many people didn't even look at it. He was aware of his opportunity to swing his weapon, but there was not a drop of sweat on his tattooed face, as if he had just split some wood into firewood in the forest of the Hera Mountains.

Now Honso said he needed to calibrate some necessary data before they could proceed to where the Sons of Dorn were, so he was on alert and waiting for the Potion Master to finish.

Guilliman turned the ax upside down and held it on the ground like a long sword. He took a breath, and the smoke, blood, grilled metal smell and the sweet smell of rotten spices on the battlefield poured into his lungs, "But I Still, you are really not... not like the Iron Warriors I once knew, nor like any of the children I remember Perturabo would love," he rolled his amber eyes and stared at Looking at Honso who was looking up and staring in the direction of the bastion as if he was comparing something, "You are too... thoughtful. I remember that he really didn't like his officers to make their own decisions. You are more like the kind of person who is easily... Types of Executions.”

"Then I will assume that you are complimenting me, my lord." Satisfied with marking what he needed from the many data directories, Hongsuo put the screen back into his medical gauntlet. "We can pass now. The Black Templar here is the Crusis Expeditionary Force, led by Marshal Amalrich. They still have eighty-eight people. I suggest that we hurry up. Abaddon in other areas Mark this place as our occupation area and take care of other things before the men come, otherwise they can easily fill up here."

The Thirteenth Primarch looked at the Iron Warriors Potion Master suspiciously, "How do you know such details?"

"Tracing and calibrating data, sir, I was just doing this." The war blacksmith responded with a mysterious and formulaic smile, "But I promise, there is no witchcraft in it, it is all mechanical truth and technology. ”

"I hope so." Guilliman pulled out the ax and put it back into the weapon rack on his back after a moment's thought, and then the two of them walked towards the Martyr's Bastion.

——There, most of the mutants and cultists originally driven by the Word Bearers have been killed, and their arrival is like standing out from the crowd, attracting attention.

The Black Templar's heavy firepower team and the artillery fire from the city's defenders all came towards them, but they crossed the battlefield unscathed until they reached the tens of meters high city wall. They raised their heads and looked at the thick city wall.

"Do you have anything else here that can send us two directly up there?"

The Thirteenth Primarch asked this question to his nephew with a fake smile without any problem.

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"This is a provocation! A naked provocation!" Mordred's righteous anger burned, and he knelt down on one knee towards Marshal Almarich, "My lord! These two heretics have obviously sacrificed their lives. Companion, I have gained greater strength, please allow me to carry the sacred banner to fight! I will hunt these two hateful wizards for you, for the God Emperor, and for Dorne!”