Warhammer: Start with a dog

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Urkanthos, former Fleet Master of the Black Legion, Abaddon's Raider Lord, leader of Abaddon's Hounds warband, the God of War's theoretical representative here and now among the Black Legion on this expedition , immersed in pure furious joy.

And Artesia Bloodmouth, the demon who was summoned in response to his urgent and urgent needs and promised to assist him in his promotion and for which Urkanthos would share more of her benefits, was growing in his shadow. Let's revel together with him in this slaughterhouse of fresh, holy flesh and blood.

He grabbed a dying young witch by the waist with his huge palms that had turned into sharp claws, bit her neck off, and drank her blood like fine wine in a cup. There were many more on the ground here. Like this, but this one has the most intact body. She still had a breath just now - these girls who are fanatical believers of the Corpse King launched a brave charge from the air with sophisticated weapons and The pretty good training did seem to work at first. At least the black and golden tide of the Abaddon hounds that landed after Urkanthos was restrained for an instant from the landing bay towards the temple. It was like a wave of black oil crashing into a row of thorny black and red roses and then rolling up waves of muzzle flashes and exploding fleshy ceramic steel.

However, when these witches who underestimated the enemy continued to attack the larger airborne pod at the back, the door opened, and the already impatient Skull Lord inside began to shoot at them. The blood cannon and skull storm gun transformed their bodies into It became pieces of bright black, red and a little white paint that was smeared on the land wantonly.

The small and sharp drill of the Butcher's Nail pierced the remaining brain tissue and nerves of Urkanthos behind his eyeballs. He heard Artesia giggling behind his parasitized spine, "More! My Lord! More! Khorne's favorite! I can feel it!

Although these witches who prayed to the corpse were stupid and unwilling to accept the dark truth, and they annoyed him with their so-called prayers, the smell of their blood was indeed as sweet and pure as the devil and the warmaster promised, and he Assessing, while continuing to drink, He could feel that the pure blood was like sweet wine, pouring into the bottom of his armor, soaking the remaining parts of his body that had not been transformed, as well as those that had been transformed, like soaking in moist pupae or amniotic fluid. The limb that is about to emerge in the sac.

Soon, he will have majestic and curly horns, powerful claws, tusks and huge towering wings, and he will undoubtedly join the ranks of higher levels.

Just when he allowed himself to think for a moment about how to fill the Black Legion with the power of Khorne and make the Warmaster recognize the power he represented, a bolt bomb hit his head from the side and below, causing Urkanthos to be slightly stunned. He tilted his head, stopped thinking about the sweet and tender flesh and blood in his mouth, spitted out the black armor fragments that stung his long and curled tongue, and turned his eyes to the ground angrily.

Lying on the uneven rocks there was another Corpse Emperor Witch who was hit by the Skull Lord's skull cannon. The jetpack on one side of her was destroyed, and a small-scale explosion occurred at the same time, so she fell to the ground. , only half of her body, but miraculously not completely dead. Her hair was cut short and dyed white and her young face was stained with the blood of her and her sisters. Her remaining left hand held tightly A bolter with smoke coming from the muzzle.

It was this weapon that had just hit the half-demon lord while he was here eating and drinking the flesh and blood of the nuns. Being attacked at such a close distance made Urkanthos furious, and the plundering lord roared and threw away the weapon in his hand. The broken piece rushed towards her, grabbed her neck, and pulled her Pulled up completely from the ground, the battle nun stared at him with hateful eyes, chanting intermittent prayers in her mouth, "O glorious Lord of mankind, our saint, please protect our temple, Let me continue to have strength, let me continue to fight for you..."

"It's a good idea." Urkanthos said, his voice now sounding almost like a wild beast in the deformed skull, "But very good persistence, your blood charge Killing and being slaughtered honors Khorne and honors the Blood God. Whether you believe in it or not, these killings please him, so I will give him your blood and skulls. Be honored."

She obviously did not agree with what Urkanthos said, but Artesia Xue Mouth smiled in the shadow of Urkanthos, and she spoke, "Yes, yes, that's right, this is the best, Blood and skulls of the highest quality and quantity, pure and high quality, with your blood, a new temple to Khorne will be built on top of the temple you dedicated to the damned. Such a gift will surely. The blessing of the Blood God is introduced into my lord."

The Sister of Battle realized the threat posed by the fallen and demons in front of her. She spurned them and staggered with her remaining twitching arms to try to raise her bolter and continue shooting at him, but her blood was already flowing. After walking too much, her blood volume had dropped to a terrifying level, and her heart and other organs began to enter the final stage of failure. Khorne The lord saw in her eyes that look he had seen thousands of times, that feeling of life as death begins to descend on the human body and gradually loses its organic substance, like something The unspeakable, the unseen was drawn from behind the vitreous, something left, turning the living eye into lifeless matter.

He opened his huge mouth, intending to feast on her while she was still fresh and offer her to the Blood God, but her next move caused Urkanthos to pause. The Corpse Emperor's witch raised her arm and fired her bolter. Falling from her grasp, she raised her hand and pointed it behind Lord Khorne As if reaching for someone's hand in a certain direction, an expression of deathbed ecstasy with strong religious fervor appeared on her face, and she didn't even care about the fishy smell dripping from her mouth, nose and ears. Thick blood, "is...holy..."

Her expression was so happy, so relieved, and so real that when Urkansos heard these words, he couldn't help but turn his head and look at the battlefield behind him: the scattered landing bays, the rumbling Vehicles, puffs of smoke, blood, corpses, uneven trenches, scattered battles, nothing.

"It's this dying trick again," Artesia muttered. "The girls of the damned always have this kind of dying hallucination! It's better to kill her quickly. Let's tear open the door of the temple. Hurry up. Let the blessings of the Red God pour into you, my dear.”

Xue Mouth was right. Perhaps the meaning of the fantasy just interrupted by this witch was to remind him not to waste time. Khorne was very anxious.

Urkanthos grabbed the battle sister's head with his swollen and deformed claws. With the loud tearing sound of muscles, nerves and spine, he inserted her ecstatic head into the trophy rack behind his back. , her sisters will be the first to see her later.

Just when he stood up and took a step forward with confidence——

Artesia Bloodmouth let out a terrifying howl from the back of his neck, and then his huge shadow with claws, bloody gashes and sharp teeth began to fade away quickly, and Urcanthos could ask angrily Before anything happened, the demon seemed to be planning to escape behind the curtain and didn't want to stay here to explain even one more word——

There was a loud bang.

It’s the sound of a high-speed object breaking the sound barrier, but how could it be here—

In his erect pupils, an ax that seemed to be getting bigger and bigger was reflected. The front end was burned into a bright orange-red color by the high-speed friction of the air, and it flew straight towards Urkansos from a distance. "Come over.

Its head accurately penetrated the arm of Urkanthos, who subconsciously raised his hand to defend himself, and then burned through the shadow that had not had time to completely escape from him.

Finally, with painful wails and desperate screams, the demon was "nailed" to the ground in the real world.

Then, the heat on the red axe, which was like burning embers, began to impatiently burn the demon's shadow form, as if someone inserted an unextinguished match in the center of a piece of gray paper, starting from " The nailed entrance began, and Artesia began to be "burned" from the inside out. The demon screamed in disbelief, and she frantically screamed the name of the Blood God and the other one.

"What is this..."

A fist with a terrifying fury and power that Urkanthos had never seen in any of the known conquests, battles and massacres in the past ten thousand years slammed into his face and stopped him. question.

Then there was another punch, hitting Lord Khorne's jaw.

The power contained in it is so hot, huge and pure.

Everyone within a kilometer radius heard a terrifying sound of flesh and bone exploding.

The demon lord's elongated and horned skull was like the head of the Battle Sister he had just torn off. It was angrily and vividly beaten away from his thick and deformed cervical vertebrae, and then bounced to the side and rolled down. , until he bounced on the ground several times before he stopped among a pile of corpses. At this moment, the roar of the Lord of Plunder had not yet dissipated, and his abnormally tall demon incarnation was still standing on the spot.

Suddenly, with the belated second sound barrier being broken, a rustling sound came from the broken neck of the half-demon prince. The blood that Lord Khorne had just absorbed separated from his head and neck like a scarlet fountain. It flew high from the cracks, and then splashed down in all directions.

The Mother Superior and others who observed this incredible scene on the defensive spire of the Santa Morica Basilica blinked in surprise. Sister Genevieve, the guardian of the temple territory and the leader of the Seraph team, hesitated. Earth asked first, "What is that?"

Her twin sister, Sister Eleanor, the guard and administrator of the temple of Our Lady of Martyrdom in Cadia, also looked over there. "It's too fast, and it's covered in a cloud of steam or mist. Whatever it is, first of all, it killed the half-demon prince with one blow, and I must point out that this half-demon prince has just severely weakened our defense and garrison with the power of himself and his three heavy demon engines. I think we should probably immediately-"

Another earth-shaking explosion came from outside the defense wall.

Their conversation had to be paused, and they looked at the place where the movement came from across the void shield of the temple.

Everyone saw the fragments of fire and fire flying into the sky, the skulls and the high jets of blood and steam. The red figure wrapped in mist, who had just knocked the half-demon prince's head away with two punches, now rushed to the nearest Skull Lord.

It looked so small at first that they could hardly see its movements at this distance, but it seemed huge and omnipresent. When it raised its arms, it even gave people the feeling that it would fill the world forever.

So everyone realized its movements through a moment of mysterious observation: it simply clenched its fist, then punched the terrified, full-fire heavy demon war engine, and then punched again.

The earth shook, and the entire Temple of Santa Murica seemed to tremble under its anger.

Even the most determined nun could not help but be terrified. They stood at such a distance, just using their peripheral vision to follow the red figure, which seemed to become larger and occupy time and space with every glance, and they would feel an eternal, primitive, angry and hot irrational emotion calling them to join, join the battlefield, and join its ranks.

Archdeacon Mendazus knocked his ancient and towering cane on the ground, calling back the others' consciousness, and they all withdrew their eyes and dared not look any more.

Genevieve finally managed to pull her eyes away from the body that seemed to be growing bigger and bigger. It was difficult because its posture and the silent bloodthirsty call it gave really made her feel the urge of accelerating her heart. She finally put her eyes back to the present, but found that the hair on the back of her neck was all wet with sweat, and the inside of the nun's power armor was steaming hot - just looking at the figure who killed the half-demon prince and was constantly dismantling and tearing the skull master with his bare hands, her adrenaline and other combat endocrine hormones rose sharply. Horrible demon.

"It seems that these giant demon engines may not be our biggest problem soon. I can feel that this new existence - it is so old, so deep, so evil, so powerful, it needs to be detected, confirmed and attacked immediately, but more than half of our Seraph team was wasted on the attack on the landing chamber just now and failed to return. Genevieve, this is your wrong impulse, impulse, all the time."

"I admit it, my lord, but I am no longer your girl's school student. If you still-"

"Sorry to interrupt," Eleanor raised her hand, listening to the content of the communication rosary, and raised an eyebrow. "The defenders of the northern defense wall were a little incoherent, but they still reported the destruction of the second Skull Lord. However, I would suggest that a team of people go up to defend there. It sounds like you need to hold a new prayer and purification ceremony for the replaced part of the defenders, sir."

Eleanor said the following words to Archdeacon Mendazus. The old man snorted and nodded, "Look, there are not enough Seraphim here to serve as a mobile reserve. Eleanor, you should guide your sister."

Genevieve observed her sister. Even though she had just seen the terrifying existence that broke into the battlefield like her, Eleanor was still calm and elegant. Her expression was flawless, like a perfectly carved statue of a saint. She was the kind of leader who was born to lead her sisters to fight. The impulsive and restless Genevieve was here as her sworn sister to guard the church land entirely because of the dead Cardinal Subara's prophecy about the future of the twin girls.

"She is my twin sister. I will do well." Eleanor's words were gentle but unquestionable. "We..."

There was another loud explosion and sticky eruption, just like the previous one, but with a shorter interval. They could hear the defenders on the defense wall cheering enthusiastically because of the emotions they saw - although the cheers only lasted for a little while before they were immediately cut off, and then they fell into a terrified silence.

From the dense and terrifying shooting of guns and other sporadic movements outside, it was clear that the massacre of "it" outside the defense wall had not stopped, and was even getting more intense.

This time, Sister Eleanor frowned, like an image showing an expression, "We can't go on like this, it's too powerful. Our defenders here must find a way to consume it before engaging it." She turned to her sister, who subconsciously put away her shoulders, "Do you have your key with you?"

"Oh, no, no, don't, don't use those yet..."

"It's a good idea. A real Sister's mind should be so decisive." Archdeacon Mendazus praised. "It's time to release them."

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Outside the battlefield of Santa Morica Temple, the war blacksmith's eyepiece looked suspiciously at Honso, who was observing the battlefield in the distance with a telescope.

"You knew this would happen? So you let us go this way?"

"What are you talking about?" The Pharmacy Master observed with relish and began to record new observation data inside his medical power armor at the speed of light, "I didn't know this would happen."

"Then this...?"

"He has been suppressed for long enough. Before he releases the accumulated pressure on us, we have to think about what he is thinking and find a better release target for him. This way he can deal with greater pressure in the future without Let us be hoisted to the city gate." The Potion Master commented in an experienced and considerate tone, and the War Blacksmith couldn't help but shiver under his armor. "If I have the chance, I even hope that my respected father can exercise so heartily."