Warhammer: Start with a dog

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The smoke from Ankh Squad's heavy bolter fire cleared.

The two heretics who had just been bombarded by the concentrated firepower of the Black Templars guarding the ramp under the city wall were still standing intact, pointing blasphemously towards Amarych and Mordred on the tower, and even Not a single step moved.

Seeing this, the marshal reached out and pulled out the long sword that he had previously inserted into the concrete bricks of the city.

"Go, Mordred, don't embarrass us!"

Throughout his life as a Black Templar, Mordred never once doubted his own power, the sacrifices the God-Emperor guided them to, or the sanctity of Dorne.

Before he rushed down the wall of the Martyr's Fortress today, holding the dragon's tail banner high and charging towards the heretic great wizard and his accomplices, he had already served as the fortress master of the expeditionary force for Marshal Almarich for nine years. The flag bearer, the flag in his hand made of metal threads woven into a soft silk-like material, has been following their expedition for nine years.

Mordred still remembers the enthusiasm and excitement that filled his chest when he witnessed Amarych take over the flag from the Grand Marshal. He even remembers the pride and pride he felt when he was chosen as the flag bearer - this flag The banner, the glorious banner awarded to the Crusian Expedition, was said to have been placed on the God-Emperor's knees for a day and a night.

In this way, it carries the blessing of the God Emperor, so sacred, so pure, and His invisible brilliance shines on the steel satin. When the heretical infantry saw this flag flying, they cowered away and even covered it. He closed his eyes and started to cry.

Mordred held such a sacred banner, and the God-Emperor looked upon him.

He flipped the switch on his chainsword.

He will not fail.

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"Oh ho. This...his death is a bit interesting."

"What are you talking about?"

Guilliman stood next to Honso and swung another ax casually. A large amount of "friendly" blood was splashed at his feet, and was absorbed by the dark soil and plaster of the city wall. More and more cultists and mutants were already there. Become insensitive and just want to be so-called Their devotion to "faith" has also begun to stay away from these two plague gods because of the most primitive instincts of living creatures - there are tall stacks of corpses built around them, and rivers of blood flow in the literal sense, most of them are Killed with one blow, body and head separated.

A blood-red halo that was almost solidified began to surround the Thirteenth Primarch, but he was unaware of it. The scarlet blessing was unable to get in after several attempts, and had to surround him as if it had formed a circle for him. A layer of filthy bloody protective witchcraft.

The extremely ecstatic and extremely furious roar of a certain god in the highest heaven can be clearly heard even in high orbit.

Urkanthos, leader of the Hounds of Abaddon warband and Khorne's champion in the Black Legion, swung his ax and severed the arm of the last of the tall Ogryn defenders on the orbital platform, then opened his mouth and bit him. The rich flesh and blood on his neck, until the devil's sharp teeth grew out of his gums, penetrated the flesh, and ignored Ogryn's wails, the blood in his arteries was released, and poured into Urkanthos's mouth.

Yes, yes, that's it, bite into it, warm, salty, sweet, satisfying, blood, fresh blood and killing.

Something was laughing behind him, something was drinking blood with him through his mouth.

Yes, yes, that's it, plump, juicy, delicious, salty, hot, fresh.

By the time his men caught up, only the mutilated remains of a group of Ogryns defending here were left, and their leader was bathed in blood. The blood of the Ogryns and Cadian defenders had wiped him out. His black-gold power armor was painted scarlet, a long curved horn sprouted from his forehead, and he His back bulged, and the bones of one hand turned into five bone claws, which fused and then penetrated his gauntlets. His face began to elongate forward, and the long sharp teeth that bit up and down emerged from his deformed skull. The metal helmet that was integrated with bones and blood was revealed, and half a bony flesh wing grew out of the arched flesh on his back.

Urkanthos looked up to the sky and howled.

But that's all.

His transformation towards a higher state of advancement ceased.

The god's gaze was partially moved away. The blessing he received was not enough for him to complete his promotion. Urkanthos could feel that it was far from enough. Someone, an individual champion warrior, was taking away the blessings of the Blood God originally invested in him.

The leader of the Abaddon hounds opened his mouth in annoyance and exhaled a wind full of fishy and sulfurous smells, "I must land at Cloughburg now!"

"No, you have to complete your mission. Come back."

Abaddon - The Warmaster's voice made Urkanthos tense the muscles in his neck.

"Why? I will dedicate this planet to you! My Warmaster! Why don't you let me land as the first striker?! I will kill them all!"

"There is no reason why, Urcanthos, you are disobeying my orders?"

"I..." He opened his mouth, but this time there was something else in Abaddon's words, "That's the Black Templars. They only have one company and no champions. There is no strategy in letting the reinforcements of the Red Corsairs eat this. It means that there are too few of them, and there is not much blood and skulls. There will be more fresh and delicious prey in the hunting grounds and battlefields that I will allocate to you.”

As the signal on the Blackstone Fortress was launched, a new battlefield map instruction was transmitted to the helmet that had been integrated with Urkanthos in a mysterious way.

The Champion Lord of Khorne stood there for a short while, trying to reduce the concentration of blood in his mind to a level where he could understand this data. The blood color faded slightly, and he was panting like an ox, with the satisfaction of being valued in his voice. , "I understand, Warmaster."

In the throne room of the Eternal Will, Morcas blinked and knelt down in front of Abaddon full of guilt. "I'm sorry, Warmaster, I..."

"It's useless to say sorry now. As the controller of Blackstone Fortress, you should have noticed that they activated the protection and stopped the Eternal Will from charging."

The daughter of shadow felt even more guilty, biting the black stone teeth implanted in her gums, "I will try to recharge again, but it will take more time."

"It's not necessary. The next step is conventional warfare. We will start dispatching ground troops. You just need to perform your job well. I don't want anything to go wrong in the fortress next."

"Yes, I will." She stood up, raised her head, and saw the tightly knitted brows on her beloved War Commander's melancholy and noble face. Mocas felt that her heart was about to break.

She couldn't help but resent her Blackstone Fortress mother. Why didn't her main cannon refuse to add a little more power to break the shield and make her father happy? Perhaps, she should go deeper and use more flesh and blood blades from the High Sky to inactivate the black stones. As long as she can kill her mother, she can better control the fortress and please her father.

"Why don't you let Urcanthos land with Mercurius? We were originally worried that Urcanthos would be promoted here because of his mass killings. The last time I observed him, his blood was red. Blessings are already very strong, if he is in Khadi If Asia is promoted, then the balance of the four gods in the legion will be broken. Mercurius has an empty mind. The Blood God will not like such a champion who is manipulated by the wizard. He can't make any trouble and let his killing It’s just right to divide the blood and skull of Urkanthus.”

"Do you think so?" Abaddon turned to her, and Mocas saw that the thoughts swirling around his head like planets were stretching out colorful wings with a black background, like the dazzling light of an infinite flower. , "You can't be so straightforward. Earth issued such an order to him, Morcas, even if he was a champion of Khorne. Urkanthos is indeed very bloodthirsty. You have to assume that he can be fully promoted to the Daemon Prince in Cadia, and Don’t just think in the direction you want.”

"But if he succeeds in promotion, it will create a struggle within the Legion to arrange the new position, Warmaster," she said respectfully. "A Daemon Prince always has more followers."

"That's true, but it doesn't matter. If he wants to dedicate Cadia to me, I will let him do it. After all, Clough Fortress itself is one of our main goals. Originally, I just asked Colom Gai Special and his army went to the northern paradise to perform a mission, but surprisingly there was an additional target in Clough Castle itself. "

She blinked and didn't quite understand. Abaddon's eyes passed over the living map, and goosebumps appeared on the skin made of black stone and warp flesh. "Here." He pointed at the southern part of Kraf with the tip of his huge claws. Under the city wall, a red symbol was painted, "Let Mercurius hold back the group of Black Templars. This outer fortress they defended is actually worthless, just like him, and I will let Urcanso Landed directly here."

Mokas looked at this position, "So... Urkanthos is so brave. Without the obstruction of the Black Templar, there will be no other Astartes troops here. He should be able to quickly kill through the southern third." A city wall."

"That's right."

"Perhaps, our main gun will be fully recharged by then." She said cautiously. Then she saw the Warmaster smile, and the planet surrounding his head was like a crown full of colorful wings, "I knew you could do it, Morcas. - But what did you just say? Shiron Tell you there are no more Astartes troops here?"

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"Oh, nothing, my lord. But he charged at us. With his weapon raised."

"Thank you, I have pretty good eyesight, Honso."

Before anyone arrives, the bomb will be fired first.

The Black Templar Standard Bearer's bolter fired accurately. The mass bullet exploded slightly away from the surface of the power armor of the two real and fake Astartes, forming a ball of fire. Ammunition of this power was not enough. This caused obvious ripples in Honso's protective force field, so from a distance, these two provocative "heretics" who had been standing in front of the Black Templars for a long time seemed to have the blessing of an unclean enemy. Just as invulnerable.

"I suggest you take him down in one move, lest he does any rude behavior and it will be difficult for you to step down afterwards."

"Are you doubting the prowess of a Primarch? Honso."

"That's not true, sir, but I know that there are differences in skill between your brothers."

Just as they exchanged a few words, the Black Templar battle monk, who had changed his weapon to a raised chain sword, rushed in front of them. They heard him shout powerfully and sincerely, "I will take your Blood for the God-Emperor and Dorne!"

Robert Guilliman understood in an instant what the fake smile on Honso's face and the proposal he just meant.

"True." The Primarch muttered something in a Macragge accent that would have made any Ultramarine master of etiquette scream and faint or make the Lady Jotun of ten thousand years ago slap him on the arm with a little reproach. bad language.

Then he stretched out his hand towards the charging Black Templar, as if to embrace his nephew ten thousand years later.

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This is unreasonable.

This is impossible.

This was completely contrary to any fighting principles he knew.

Mordred has served in the Black Templars for many years and has rich experience. He has killed countless heretics, aliens and wizards since he was a new blood. He knows very well that the Dragon Tail Banner of the Holy Expeditionary Force will treat such guys who are contaminated with blasphemy and filth. It has an unparalleled restraint effect, so he expected that his first attack would be able to——

The heretic traitor of the Word Bearers, who had an unclean skull, was wearing red armor, and had broken scrolls flying around his body, stretched out his hand and grabbed him gently and deftly. Then, before he could react, he held him like a child's hand. Li took the object and snatched the flag from his hand as gently and deftly as he did.

The sacred dragon tail flag blessed by the God Emperor did not have any restraint effect on this heretic. The steel silk at the end of the flag was rolled limply around the heretic's arm, in contact with those unclean scriptures - blasphemy! ! ! !

Mordred's eyes were splitting.

All the Black Templar fighting monks on and under the city wall let out terrible shouts.

He watched the flag move farther and farther away from his gauntlet—a foot, two feet—

Then he was thrown into the hands of the heretic Astartes, a wizard clad in human skin robes.

His whole body was cold, and his blood seemed to be frozen for a moment.

Boom boom.

The sound of a heartbeat, or the beating of war drums.

The red light that had been hovering around Guilliman for a long time roared in impatiently, as if it had found a breach in a dam.

In the next second, Mordred's blood turned from ice to boiling lava.

"How dare you!!! Blasphemy!!!!" Black Templar's eyes widened, and two lines of bloody tears flowed from his cracked eye sockets. He opened his mouth and used a supernatural explosive force to break away from the original body's hand. He pulled out his arm, and the sound of tearing and explosions of servo and ceramic steel was endless. Blood flowers exploded from his joints with the sound of internal explosions, but the black temple seemed unaware of it, struggling to lift the red Guang's chain sword struck Hongsuo, who was eating melon on the side, in the head.

"Alas... Who gave my lovely apprentice a good father... You have to remember to thank him." The pharmacist shook his head, "Otherwise, I would have let you die like that, and there would be no problem..."

The chainsword buzzed angrily, cutting through the ceramic steel of Hong Suo's right arm armor that he raised to resist it - but it could not move forward any further. The red light covering its surface was still flowing like blood at first, but Immediately, it was "swallowed" by the flash of silver in Hong Suo's right hand gauntlet. The remaining red light angrily tried to regroup in the body of Black Templar. The pharmacist master had quick eyesight and stretched out a medical gauntlet in his left hand. A needle tube, aimed at the opponent's neck, is a full tube. ——This thing failed to cure the Thirteenth Uncle next to him. If it fails to cure a temporarily possessed Astartes...

The Black Templar flag bearer roared unwillingly, but the light of the soul in his eyes gradually began to dim, and strands of scarlet blood emerged from his eyes and mouth like flames.

Honso frowned, glanced at the dragon tail flag in his hand, and then put it on Mordred's forehead——

Everyone present heard the furious roar of some invisible thing in an instant, as if a carnivore had had hot coals thrown on its head, and then something sticky and bloody left temporarily, and this small area The sky seemed to be clear.

"Okay, first one."

Honso threw Mordred, who was completely unconscious and full of unwillingness and pain, to the ground at their feet.

"Otherwise, I think, sir, let's just stand here. These Black Templars will rush down on their own, and we can save some trouble by not going up. Mortals are easy to deal with. They will retreat when they see something is wrong. of."

"Their main task is to defend here. Mission comes first. The defenders cannot be so helpless..."

Guilliman shut his mouth again, because he saw that these sons of Dorne really seemed to be crazy. Under the equally astonished eyes of the remaining Cadian defenders, they left their defensive positions and faced them. The two men charged over.

He sighed and decided to put aside the large number of newly generated curse words in his mind about those who were responsible for all the strange current situations in today's world.

"That's it. Can you handle the speed of knocking them out?"

"Of course, sir, you are familiar with it, don't worry. Just don't chop off their heads when you attack."

The Thirteenth Primarch raised his ax at the Black Templars, which surged towards him like angry lava.