Warhammer: Start with a dog

Chapter 535 The headache afterwards is yours, Hongso’s, and what does it have to do with me, Chaos Champion-

Beginning with Sister Seraphine's ecstatic chants of the dead, whose head is impaled on a trophy rack.

All units in the Santa Maurica Temple and the distant units through visual observation noticed the anomaly here.

Solemn female voices sang with an otherworldly voice, and the chorus of hymns echoed above the flames, smoke, and crackling banners.

First one voice, then many, the songs of the dead joined one after another to welcome the miraculous arrival of "her" in whom hope was placed.

On the ground, the scattered corpses of the Battle Sisters stretching from the place where Urkanthos landed to this point are now like scorching black and red flowers blooming, mixed with the young and immature Cadian White Shield Corps. The white khaki uniforms of the children, every dead person began to sing praises, and every wound bloomed with blood-red roses.

The scent of roses mixed with the smell of blood, gunpowder smoke, and the sorrowful relief of the recently dead lambs. At such a holy and blessed moment, madness struck the heart of Robert Mercurius Guilliman standing above the corpse. The olfactory nerve and the rational dam that controlled his rage.

A certain thinking part of Robert Guilliman, who was contained in the form of "Mercurius", suddenly discovered at this moment that perhaps the disguise designed by the bold Potion Master was indeed the Iron Warrior's intention for this crazy purgatory. Practical considerations, or perhaps just a more subtle gift of fate, it would be good for him to keep this disguise for his next actions, and he should not take it off prematurely.

Because if Robert Guilliman "in person" is here at this moment, considering what his existence under the name "Robert Guilliman" represents and what this name carries, I am afraid that the original body will spend his whole life. Use patience and self-persuasion to deal with everything he is facing now.

And there is no doubt that if he is so patient now, then, visible to the naked eye, he will also start a long journey of compromise over a long period of time. Although he is not bad at this, doing so will also be detrimental to him. It caused immeasurable damage to his spirit, and it only took Guilliman a hundred millionth of a second to complete the damage assessment.

But, he is now, Mercurius, a champion of Chaos Warriors who is not strictly responsible to any force, a free pirate, driving his star fortress across the sea of ​​stars, and he can do whatever he wants. ——Even if someone wants to settle a score with him, isn't there still Hong Suo?

——Even for the sake of pretending to be a reasonable reason, the Potion Master has inherited such a heavy crown as the "Controller" of the Primarch. It is a crown and a shackle.——Guilliman sneered, how can there be such a free good thing in the world? ? You want to get away with it so easily after taking the title of controller of a Primarch?

Let his good nephew Honso have a headache afterwards, and he, Guilliman, Mercurius, on this battlefield now, he only needs to do what he wants.

So he did it.

In the eyes of other observers, they saw that this great demon who transformed and desecrated the appearance of the God Emperor's creation was not afraid of the miracles that came in the light. He stood upright, facing the divine existence and the gods that came directly in front of him. The attacks of the two nuns were undisturbed, as if he was thinking about the actions of the three of them at the same time.

Then he moved.

He first stretched out his hand at a speed that no one could see clearly, and grabbed the blade of Genevieve who was trying to pierce the golden sacred power sword blade into his heart.

Then, under the latter's shocked gaze, he casually pinched and broke the strong and sacred sword blade with his palms that had neither claws nor deformation. Then he grabbed the Sister of the Oath in his hand and threw it at Under your own feet.

Because despite her shock she was still trying to jump up and attack him with fists, teeth, and anything she could reach, so he had to step on her to free his hands to deal with the next golden sword that came - look Seeing that her sister was defeated so easily by the demon and was about to be "crushed to death", Sister Eleanor had already let out the most terrifying cry and rushed over with her sword raised.

Eleanor's nimbleness and agility were not as good as those of her sisters, but she used all her strength and erupted with a terrifying sensitivity that exceeded her ability, so that the original body had to be serious for a second to deal with her attack.

But only for a second.

Even in this grief-stricken rage, Eleanor did not completely lose her natural calm attack: she made a feint, as if she was about to plunge the sword blade into the demon lord's throat, but then twisted gracefully in mid-air. , a toe wearing a sacred golden armor boot carries a fatal advantage. Ya stepped heavily on the surface of the red armor, and then she used the strength of this moment to exert strength on her waist again, using the greatest strength to send the sword blade between the ribs of the Demon Lord before he could retract his arm. A little to the left, she seemed to be about to succeed——

Sacred incense, the scent of roses, the sound of fluttering wings of doves, and the gentle yet unquestionable searing light.

A hand wrapped in shining golden armor grabbed Sister Eleanor's sword blade.

At that moment, the faces of the nun and her sister showed devout fascination and fanatical joy at the same time: they both recognized who the coming saint was at that moment, and they all thought that the next saint would be the saint. The holy sword touched by the power will be inserted deeply into the chest of the demon king with the increasingly dazzling golden light, and then this abominable and blasphemous existence will be wiped out under the irrefutable power of holiness. ——

——Isn’t that so?

Eleanor's eyes widened, and Genevieve blinked uneasily.

The living saint who miraculously split the dark clouds and descended here, she is so noble, holy, powerful and beautiful, but now she is grasping the blade of Sister Eleanor, and then, inch by inch, suppresses the weapon , letting its sword tip form a surrender or bowed posture toward the red demon king who was standing opposite them with a sneer.

Then she flapped her shining white wings, landed on the ground, and headed towards——

Toward the demon king with two horns who was still sneering——

salute.

The unprecedented fear instantly gripped the chests of the nuns and all the imperial guards present, and the organs in their chests went from beating wildly to almost stopping.

Even the cheering defenders on the temple slumped down. People were at a loss and could only cast their eyes uneasily here, but could not hear what was being discussed in the center of the battlefield.

"Do not point your sword at your master." At this time, a super-heavy vehicle of a model they had never seen before finally came from behind and stopped, and then two Chaos Astartes jumped out, one on the left I rushed over to protect the red demon king. One of the Chaos warriors wrapped in a hood and cloak saw such a dramatic scene and couldn't help but comment like this, with unstoppable schadenfreude in his tone, "You are indeed quite polite, and you saved their lives by the way, right?" ? St. Celestine.”

The living saint whose name was called out as soon as they met raised her head. Her eyes were shining with golden light, staring at a certain mixed-race man who was hiding. It was obvious that she also knew his name, "Watch your words, pharmacist. No matter what. What do you mean, I followed His order and arrived in time," she said softly, "Is this how you treat your reinforcements?"

"He?" The big demon with the appearance of a Chaos Space Marine repeated, "Are you sent by Him?"

"We all know who He is, Your Highness." The Living Saint replied, and the Sisters once again went into cardiopulmonary arrest at the name that came out of the Living Saint's mouth.

Guilliman looked down and let go of Genevieve. Eleanor immediately rushed over and hugged her sister. They obviously wanted to do something, but Saint Celestine only used a gesture to stop it. Lived them.

Seeing this, it was better to hide the fear deep in the amber eyes of the Thirteenth Primarch.

"Even so, you'd better not talk nonsense everywhere. My suggestion is that you'd better call him something else." The pharmacist master's unruly words and deeds in front of a royal highness also made the living saint frown her beautiful eyebrows. , but it seems that a certain primarch who is qualified to use the imperial title doesn't care very much or is used to this nephew's lawlessness.

"You are the reinforcements sent by Him, so do you listen to me or Him?" If it were the Thirteenth Primarch, he would have said this more sweetly and tactfully, but Mercurius, the Champion of Chaos, would not. He would only Wouldn't bother to beat around the bush and throw the question directly at this supernatural being's face.

Yes, a supernatural creature. There is no excitement or joy on Guilliman's face tattooed with scriptures. After seeing so many bad things, he walks on roses but does not want to be praised. The seemingly holy presence of the blood of the corpses of thousands of dead people whose name was her master's name didn't make him feel that good.

and.

He frowned and stared at the pair of white wings that seemed not to be extra devices but "grown" from her shoulder blades. Unexpectedly, he thought of a certain brother of his and the beautiful eyebrows that always appeared between his eyes. A hint of sadness quietly passed by, and his final outcome. His wise mind thought of all the possibilities and implications, and he felt a secret discomfort again.

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The Potion Master didn't have any scruples. Ever since he arrived, he had been staring at the living saint's body carefully. The medical goggles rotated and shrunk, measuring her all over in an instant. However, after preliminary analysis, the goggles told him some of her vitals. Honsou's interest in her waned significantly after she discovered her true nature and workings.

Dantioch's audio receiver turned around, and he heard himself, a 388-year-old junior who was full of youthful vitality and in the prime of his youth, mutter, "...the limit on witchcraft is so boring, we Those who do practical research still need to pay attention to a verifiable, reproducible and batch..."

"I am here under orders, of course to help you win victory here." Saint Celestine replied calmly, but still cleverly avoided the straightforward question. Unfortunately, what she encountered was not the reaction from any empire or enemy she would normally encounter when she arrived.

"Who do you listen to?" The figure surrounded by white gold, gold, red and black asked a coercive question towards her in her spiritual vision.

"...here, of course I listen to you, my lord." She finally made a compromise. After all, they were both his tools, but he was more ancient and powerful, so obeying this lord's instructions was nothing. The unacceptable thing is just his appearance...

"Are you still going to act with them now?" The Living Saint pointed with his eyes to the two un-Imperial and rather suspicious-looking Space Marines beside the Thirteenth Primarch, "The many reinforcements I have brought will be available soon. It’s arrived, and I came in advance at the urging of the owner.”

"I feel more at home with them." Mercurius replied briefly, then narrowed his eyes, "Reinforcements? How many people did you bring? How many ships? Damn it, Abaddon destroyed a large part of Kar before he came. Dia’s naval fleet is now filled with Black Legion ships!”

"As you will see soon, the Phalanx will appear here with other ships and reinforcements on its next jump."

Guilliman, Honso and Dantioch had different expressions when they heard the news.

Obviously, these three people currently have different understandings of the arrival of this fortress and the significance it represents.

The sound of gunfire further away broke the silence.

"Eleanor." The nun raised her head.

"Genevieve." The frightened nun looked at her.

"You two are coming with me." Saint Celestine said. She raised her head and looked at the sky, seeming a little anxious. "You two are here for a reason. You are going to be my right-hand man and help me raise an army." "We still have a lot to do."

She looked at "Mercurius" who was holding his arms again, "If you still want to save this place,... Sir, then you must act immediately. I feel four dark powers and greater ambitions are here. Gathered together, they will set this place on fire."

"Wait a minute!" Genevieve came back to her senses, mustered up her courage, and asked the question before Eleanor could stop her, "Are you...really a living saint?" She looked suspiciously at St. Cyrus. Ting moved back and forth between Ting and the Demon King, "I mean... you... but he... this..."

"This is the will of the golden man on the throne." Saint Celestine had a noble temperament, and she restored her pious and chaste face, "Why don't you ask your own heart? Sisters of Cardia, if you still If you don’t want to believe it, then,” she turned to Sister Eleanor, who was also listening and thinking carefully, “Mother Superior of the Basilica of St. Morica, have you ever remembered why you built this shrine here? Palace and permanently stationed there?”

"Of course, that's because once we had a ship carrying five companies of nuns who came to support and disappeared on the way here. We think it was because of their arrogance in thinking that they could save an extra world, so in The temple was built here as atonement..." Eleanor was as familiar with the history of the temple as her own palm prints. She stopped talking here, and her expression gradually became extremely happy and complicated, "...you...you Could it be that..."

Saint Celestine nodded.

"They were indeed destined to save a world, but not at that time. Praise the miracles in His name, my sisters, I have brought them this time."