Warhammer: Start with a dog

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"What do you think?" Perturabo BC put down the milk glass in his hand in a natural and noble gesture, and raised his other robotic arm to wipe the fluffy hair on his lips. "If it were you who arrived in Cadia - I mean, if you used your current body and the identity of a Primarch to appear in Cadia, you could change this world and that ritualized and rigid scene. The ending of the farce expedition?"

"Why are you suddenly planning to deduce this again?" The person opposite took a sip of the newly developed health-preserving Reka coffee - it contained some peels and fruits closest to orange, loquat and other things, written by the Emperor's Son and Death The guard chefs cooked it carefully—then grimaced at the taste and put down their coffee cups. "Is it because I'm reading this book?"

"Well, that's right." The Velvet Primarch replied calmly, "I noticed that you have been reading it recently, but I remember that your reading speed should be very fast. Why does it seem that you haven't finished reading it?"

"Well, it's good to read and don't ask for a deep understanding." Lamizane said in an ancient and elegant language. Here, among the residents of Wandering Port, which has increased from 10 million to nearly 20 million, the only one sitting opposite him is The Primarch had some knowledge of the language, and could roughly understand some of its meaning.

"Since it's speed reading, shouldn't I finish reading it faster than usual?" The shepherd dog tapped the book "Creed in Cadia: A Strategic Review (Unabridged Edition)" with his mouth. On the edge of the cover, the tip of his cold nose touched a little of the edge. In a direction that Lamizane couldn't see, Perturabo BC looked at the cover of the book with an expressionless face and quietly got goosebumps.

"NONONO~~~" Lamizane shook his finger, "Actually, this is not meant for quick reading, but because in its description, the forces on Cadia are too fragmented, and the communication content between each other is also lost. Seriously, and more importantly, people who have experienced it and survived to write the words we can read cannot see the whole event from one person's perspective, so... I am reading it back and forth and comparing it to try to interpret it. What happened at that time, but your assumption..."

He pondered, and the sheepdog's big, fluffy tail quietly swept slightly behind his back, "Well... I think it's not enough to just have a primarch there by himself. There are so many armies and forces on Cadia, But they are all fragmented, just like the five fingers of a hand. The energy that can be scattered to hit the opponent is limited. Let alone turning into a hard fist to punch Abadon, even if you want to slap him, you will be shocked. Hibiki has to close all his fingers."

"Why is one Primarch not enough? You have to know that the appeal of a true Primarch is not trivial. Organizing the various forces and Chapters who are scattered in Cadia is also a force that cannot be ignored. "

"Based on the terrible battlefield conditions I have seen so far, even if Cadia was the original body at that time, what he could do personally was too limited. Perhaps it was limited by the communication methods of the mortal army? Or was it? The Empire cannot use certain technologies? In short, communications are not decentralized to small enough units. If too many senior and mid-level officers die, the combat effectiveness of the army will be reduced. The power will be greatly reduced, and their method of communication is limited to voice. There is no image, no communication method that can transmit more information and evidence... Well, and even the Primarch, depending on the planet they landed on, Not everyone..." Lamizane suddenly closed his mouth, took a sip of the unpleasant Reka coffee, and then skipped this sentence when he spoke again.

"Don't talk about anything else, just consider that as a leader who was still seeking victory at that time, even if he is a Primarch, he must have a team that is strong enough, large enough, determined, and able to follow him closely. "

Lamizane shook his head and overturned his assumption.

"Even if the lion comes in person, it won't work. If he can't unite all the forces in a short time... Whether he can first convince himself that he is the descendant of the Dark Angel who has already deviated ten thousand years later is still a question. I doubt that if he suddenly appears, he will Fight with them first, and then these Dark Angels will fight with other troops... In short, if they can't unite as soon as possible, If there are enough loyal teams, it will be useless. It is still too dangerous for a lone lion to fight against a large group of wolves. If there is not a large group of miraculous helpers from the sky, only Conrad Coze may have it. The powerful and accurate prophecy ability of the original body is somewhat useful, but at best, his ability can only save the lives of certain people. "

"Even if a primarch like Sanguinius or Angron Petra, who is good at fighting and leading, comes to take over?" Perturabo asked.

At the same time, in the distant hall of the Twelve Temples of the Iron-Blooded, the Templar Commander held an ancient sword shining with golden dots, vigilantly guarding Magna Dorn, while the golden humanoid machine soul of the Iron-Blooded Armor Yiyi, the metal mask engraved with the face of the Terran Guards emitted terrifying heat and blue light. Everyone else here has been "invited" by Sigismund, because even with the assistance of power armor, the radiation level in this hall has exceeded the endurance limit of genetically enhanced organisms. Although Decima Sage assured that they could safely observe from the outside using the Iron Blood's built-in camera lens, the worried Templar Commander decided to activate the shield to guard it personally.

"Well... Sanguinius does have his own flying advantages, with the bonus of the state religion. His appearance and maneuvering methods can persuade and guide the army very well, but there is still that problem. We can even say that in Terra During the siege, he could also fly, but his management failed. , the problem of loss of control of the chain of command and the comparison of the number of enemies and ourselves was already clearly reflected in the disadvantage of the defenders of the city at that time. It would be better to say that Cadia reproduced the dilemma of the siege of Terra to a certain extent, and some problems exceeded 10,000. The years have not gone away, but have become more serious.”

"But Ezekiel Abaddon is not Horus Luperkar. Based on the data I have obtained, I don't think Abaddon himself has the power to fight against Sanguinius." Perturabo BC He frowned, his ears stood up, and the tips of his ears slightly hanging to both sides trembled in the air.

"What does it matter? Is Abaddon sitting firmly on the Blackstone Fortress firing light spears or nuclear bombs towards the ground? Will he insist on coming down to fight the original body on the ground alone? It's not like he hasn't experienced Yis Tawan's bombing, he knew the tactics very well, as long as he still had a little bit of brain Besides, as long as they see fit, it won't take a second longer to carve the mark of the eight-pointed star on Abaddon's forehead than it would on Horus' body. At this point I’m actually a little curious, where do you think Horus’ Mark of Chaos is engraved?”

"...I don't know, and sometimes I really envy you for your...unbridled imagination. Lamizane." Perturabo BC almost sighed. He felt that his temper had been polished so smooth. , just like someone grinding a steel ingot from eight hundred mesh to wool polishing, he might be able to tolerate Ruth now.

"Thank you, Peppa, your helpless look is always so cute! So let's talk about the deduction just now. If Angron Petra can be fully prepared and mobilized, and bring his flagship with If the entire fleet is present, the Imperial defenders will definitely have a greater chance of winning, but you and I both know that there was no such a magical force descending from the sky at that time, and no loyalist Primarch appeared on Cadia."

Sigismund stared nervously at Magnar Dorn, whose body in golden armor looked like a broken auspicious interface, taking on a distorted, disturbed shape in the air. The Templar Commander drew his sword and looked around, but was confused for a moment: even though he was unparalleled in the world, he didn't know who he had to defeat to stabilize the human form on the throne.

"...I really appreciate your explanation. Ramizane Carosini, but we are assuming, aren't we? What if a Primarch suddenly ended up there for one reason or another?"

"If there is a Primarch who suddenly appears there empty-handed, and he plans to deal with Abaddon, even if the Living Saint comes, the situation will not be very favorable later... Then we can only hope..." The Fourth Primarch sitting at the table The body thought for a moment, then clapped his hands, "In the early stage, he himself can't count on divine soldiers descending from the sky, so he can only hope for some unexpected helpers to emerge from the enemy's lair! I have some thoughts on this..."

The border collie suddenly seemed to let out a long sigh of relief, blowing out a stream of air from his nostrils.

"...But, if the original body that falls there cannot prove who it is, then in the later period it will be the Living Saint, the Mountain Formation, the Imperial Fist, the Crimson Fist, a certain Great Sage, and all the others. It’s not easy to fool a large group of people after they show up cheering..."

"Shut your mouth and drink your Rekha coffee!"

On the Iron-Blooded, Sigismund, who had just breathed a sigh of relief and watched with relief as Magna Dorn's body changed from unstable to stable, was watching an urgent distress communication from Maxim. Meditation: What does it mean to come and help us? We can’t hold down the board in the chapel?

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"O God Emperor! May you protect us! Let us protect your temple and defeat your enemies! I will dedicate this sacrifice to you!"

Genevieve had already realized something. She knew that her final sacrifice was at hand.

The Seraph Sisters around her also knew this.

Because they all saw the ferocious flock of sheep in the monastery, the six hundred ascetic ascetics, the fifty atonement mechas and ascetic mechas, such a powerful and difficult force - the mysterious demon It only took you thirteen seconds to deal with them.

When his palms touched the Order's sheep, their anguished bodies immediately stopped moving, and then one by one, their bodies went limp, their engines stopped working, and they lay down on the Kadir. For the first time in decades or months, the land that was filled with smoke and war found such peace.

The demon prince, who still maintained a certain human form, did not devour the corpse or perform any sacrilegious rituals with the flesh. He just stood there, raising his head slightly, as if watching something invisible in the air.

When Genevieve followed its line of sight, she saw nothing. She only saw the billowing smoke rising from the ignited battlefield fire and the sparks floating along the smoke column into the endless. sky.

A thought suddenly popped into her mind: it was like it had delivered them the funeral pyre of the deceased.

She shook her head in horror, shaking the blasphemous thought from her mind. She is Genevieve, the guardian of the land around the Sanctuary of St. Morica and the twin sister of Grand Sister Eleanor. Her duty is to kill all beings who are enemies of the God-Emperor! In just a few seconds, her secret torments, petty thoughts, and distractions would all be forgiven as she returned to the glory of the God-Emperor.

She let out a cry, thumbing the switch, disintegrating stance buzzing on her golden blade, her jetpack powered to full blast: "Sisters! Give me a ride! Witness me!"

"Go! Grand Sister! May your holy martyrdom be delivered to the throne of the Golden One!" The nuns and sisters flying around her sang hymns of martyrdom in unison, and they drew out their bolt guns. , and began to shoot at the red figure standing in front of the defensive wall, while covering Genevieve's final charge.

At the same moment, Sister Eleanor rushed out of the steeple. A crack appeared on her always calm and perfect face. She pulled out the same golden blade as Genevieve and rushed towards the defensive wall.

"Genevieve!"

Her twin sister raised her sharp blade and rushed towards the demon king who had just killed a half-demon prince, three skull masters, six hundred abysmal ascetics and fifty atonement mechas.

"No——!" she screamed. Although Eleanor's swordsmanship was not as good as Genevieve's at attacking from the air - her style was delicate movement on the ground, perfect balance and counterattack, she had already paid attention to it at this moment. There is nothing left. She must join her sisters now to give her sister a chance of survival——

She won't be able to catch up! Genevieve!

The time in the world in Eleanor's eyes became so slow, and she saw the terrifying demon raising its hand - she desperately threw herself at it, wanting to turn herself into a sword body and insert the sacred blade into it chest——

Suddenly someone below her sang ecstatically to the tune of a welcoming hymn.

"She's coming!"

who?

Eleanor glanced down, horrified at what she saw, but then ecstatic.

"She's coming! She's coming!"

It was the head of the slain half-demon prince on the trophy shelf, and Eleanor recognized the face of the nun sister Seraphine—but before she could grieve for her—

She saw the dead nun's head with its mouth open. The deceased's face was ruddy, her skin was shiny and lifelike, and the deceased was singing and shouting loudly with her non-existent vocal cords.

"She's coming! She's coming! She's coming!"