Warhammer: Start with a dog

Chapter 541 At this moment, over Cadia-

The Blackstone Fortress Eternal Will still stands in its original location.

Their astral communication officer is connected by countless mechanical iron bolts and stands forever in a pool-like facility. Her brain and the spiritual radiance emerging from it can be seen from the translucent skull cover. From the glass cover, Eight cables extend in different directions, connecting the eight psyker brains outside the pool. Obviously these are some A signal-enhancing device. If Ms. Octavia, the current master navigator and matron of the Eighth Legion, sees this situation, she will definitely think of the mutated navigator she saw on the ship controlled by the Red Pirate. Nightmare and shouting "Can't you heretics find a dry place for the necessary psykers?"

Now the astrologer is loudly reporting the data observed by the auspices and scanning arrays of other conventional ships in the Black Fleet.

"One o'clock direction! Three hundred and ninety thousand kilometers away!" she shouted, her voice high-pitched and penetrating, "Leaving out! Recalculate... Confirm identity... It's the Phalanx! It's the Phalanx! Yes. The Imperial Fleet led by the Phalanx!”

Zara Feston and Devram Koda had already been waiting in front of the Warmaster's throne due to the former's power of foresight and the notification from the intelligence chief. At this moment, they hurriedly took orders and left separately: Devram, Lord of Slaanesh ·Kodak will begin dispatching the Black Expedition Fleet One part turned around and began to fight against the empire's sudden space support, while the remaining part continued to use orbital bombardment, light spears, and seemingly endless drop pods to continue to encroach on the empire that was being divided and surrounded on the three continents of Cadia. Resistance Army.

Zara Feston, the representative of Tzeentch, is heading towards another path: he will lead his wizards, cultists and chaos psykers to start a continuous and grand summoning ceremony to continuously bring the descendants of the dark gods. Delivered to the ground and uninvited guests all over the ship.

Of course, in front of Zara Feston at this moment, the line of destiny is still extending or converging along the original path. At best, there are some small lines that deviate too far midway, but they are compared to the Warmaster and him. are so insignificant compared to their main mission that it is not worth allocating resources and energy to pursue them one by one at this critical juncture.

This was true even for the most astute among them, Calcadius Shiron. Despite the serious warnings, the intelligence chief chose to go down to the lower decks with the Daughters of the Fortress to clear out the space invaders of Blackstone Fortress. After all, the Wild Wolves and Cadian warriors need to get rid of the pests around them first before they can free up their hands to focus on completing their goals on the ground.

The reason why Clough Castle has been the main target of attack since the beginning of the war is not because it is the location of the general headquarters. Only Abaddon himself knows this best, and Shiron and Zara Feston have each obtained their own opinions on this issue. The revelations of the dark gods - but not completely consistent.

Therefore, at present, the situation of the war is still generally carried out according to the conception of the agent of the will of the dark gods. The Titan Legion, Space Marine Company and Cadian Internal Guard on the first and third continents of Cadia are still in A "normal level" level of resistance, which is nice, but the Space Wolves are always a jarring variable.

Hiron thought, Ruth's wolf cubs are always like this, either they are so loyal that they die, or they are so unreasonable that they cause trouble to others and then die.

"Have you caught the new 'tongue'?" He asked softly, Mokas, who closed his eyes tightly and was linking himself to the Blackstone Fortress through the thick warp-distorted flesh and blood.

The latter was sweating profusely, and the black stone eyeballs transplanted under his eyelids were rotating at high speed together with the original purple eyes.

"Soon," she reluctantly replied, her hands scratching at something in the void of the demon's flesh and blood wall. The polluted black stone wall gradually lost its luster. "I found a lone... Oh, hell," she said in annoyance. Voice, "Fortress slave! I just turned my eyes away for a moment! Then they started eating him!"

The intelligence chief sighed, "Which cabin? Open the passage for me."

The withered black wall squirmed, and after the withered branches of blood vessels and nerve networks were removed, gray fleshy gums and pale upper and lower teeth were revealed. Then the tooth gate opened in front of them, and the teeth even looked like Human, which made it particularly uncomfortable, but Shiron ignored it. He passed through several cabins separated by such newly grown doors and arrived at the room Mokas told him.

There was a group of beasts or zombie-like fortress slaves here. Hiron dispersed these slaves who only had biological instincts when Mocas didn't look at them, and then discovered a creature on the ground where their dirty feet stepped. The remains are almost shapeless.

But the quality of the equipment of the Cadian Guards is really good. The intelligence of these living corpses is not enough to deftly open the helmet buckles on the fallen heads. They just use their skinny fingers to reach in from any place they can. He dug it in and ate it, so the poor guy's brain was basically still intact.

Alpha opened the buckle without emotion, took out the combat knife, carefully removed the corresponding brain tissue, put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully for a moment - although he faithfully provided intelligence services to the Warmaster, his genes The seeds have remained intact and pure under years of high-intensity subspace radiation. In other words, he has retained all the organs available to loyalists, which allows him to still read part of the brain owner's memories during his lifetime by tasting brain tissue. .

"Space Wolf... Uh..." Xiron opened his eyes suddenly, "Damn it, this is still a bait! Mokas! Can you hear me?! The east has been ruled out! This place is also ruled out! Search in the west! Now! Prepare your fortress slaves and activated rooms, and drive our prey from above and the west to the empty room. Abaddon's hounds have all been sent to the ground, and we have to complete the pest removal work ourselves."

A new flesh-tooth door was generated and opened in front of Alpha. He pulled out his gun and stepped in. Then the teeth closed and the door disappeared into the darkness again.

The wolves are cunning and cruel, but the venomous snake teeth lurking in the shadows will be particularly deadly to the wolves.

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Mountain Fortress

At this moment

Above Cadia

"Successfully disengaged!" The voice of the navigator supervisor came calmly from the gilded eagle head loudspeaker on the bridge, "The coordinates are being determined. We are now at the forefront of the entire fleet. It is estimated that there are still ninety seconds before the enemy is approached."

"Very good, are the masters of the auspicious instrument and the weapons supervisors in place? Fire after calibration, and the navigator and the engine room should pay attention to allocating enough power to our front shield. Don't worry, advance slowly, and make sure we can reach the front line and cover the target point from above."

There was a neat response from below. Danat Lysander, wearing a full set of Terminator armor, nodded, and Thor Galadon beside him hesitated to speak.

"Do you think this is a good idea?"

Although this decision was made by Lysander long before the Phalanx's Star Language Choir received the fragmented distress signal from Cadia and decided to organize the fleet to go to Cadia, and as the former commander, Vladimir Pugh, who entered the Dreadnought, also supported his decision, not to mention that the chief think tank Haldor Mason unexpectedly vigorously promoted Lysander's various resolutions on their trip - as if Mason had received some revelation - it was a pity that Haldor's mouth was tighter than anyone else. Except for Pugh, no one knew the specific content of the omen that the chief think tank master got after kneeling and praying sincerely in front of the white bone pillar and his father's now empty shrine for seven days and seven nights. It's just that Mason now has a faint regretful look every time he sees Galadon, which makes the new third captain very uneasy.

However, Lysander's decision proved to be very far-sighted in the subsequent series of events, and all the captains were pleasantly surprised to find that this captain, who was once the embodiment of the dedication and sacrifice of the sons of Dorne - the current acting captain - yes, Lysander finally used this method to avoid his grand inauguration ceremony, of course, thanks to the timely help of an old friend - now has become humble, peaceful, compassionate and understanding in his daily life, and his terrible anger that amazed his comrades was only directed at the enemies of the empire.

So much so that the captains who were most dissatisfied with him now began to think that perhaps Lysander's personal heroism and extreme obsession with classical personal glory and victory, which were admired by ordinary monks and young officers but sometimes frowned by senior officers, were either because he was too young or because of some sequelae from the thousand years of warp travel and fighting. Now that he has solved this problem, he only needs to continue to hone his skills in this acting position for a few decades, and they can happily announce at the next Blade Feast that the Imperial Fists finally ushered in a true leader who is expected to revive the chapter.

"There is no problem with this idea, don't worry, Galadon." Lysander turned his head. He now has a neat short gray hair and a neatly trimmed short beard on his chin. The smell of sacred incense and mechanical maintenance holy ointment came from him. He smelled like a ceremonial monk who had just attended a ceremony or a parade for social needs.

Galadon subconsciously turned his eyes away - really, he had never realized that Lysander's behavior would make him feel both pleasing and terrified: he always felt that something in Lysander's essence had been permanently changed, but he couldn't say what it was. Although this change was good for Lysander himself and the entire regiment, Galadon still felt very uneasy.

"I'm not saying that there is anything wrong with you insisting on letting the first, third and seventh companies stay on the mountain formation this time, because the facts presented to us now have proved your caution and long-term vision..."

"Are you saying that we shouldn't let our captives take the lead?" Lysander's eyebrow moved slightly upward by 0.1 cm. Although it was very subtle, Galadon noticed it. From his recent observations, this meant that Lysander was in a good mood and relaxed. - But should we feel this way about this behavior?

"Yes." The captain chose his words carefully. "Although we do need more Vanguard airdrops, the more the better. And I'm not saying that we shouldn't punish our enemies, nor that the traitors of the Empire shouldn't atone for their crimes, but it's still a bit..." He searched for the right words, "a bit unbelievable for the Imperial Fists to use Iron Warriors as vanguards."

"There are many incredible things in this universe, Thor." Lysander's eyes suddenly became erratic and distant, "But Dorne is in my heart... The divine father guides my every word and deed. I am not Will do anything against Dorn's will." The power conveyed in his words was so determined and convinced that the third company commander was silent for a moment.

Ripples appeared outside the huge void stance of the Phalanx. As the distance approached, the main guns of the Black Legion ships with the longest range were already being tested. However, the ancient fortress of the Imperial Fist remained motionless. This The state of the chapter's home monastery is now much better than before, which is a sign that Lysander is considered a renaissance man: many hidden mechanical secret doors and warehouses are After he came to light after agreeing to take over as Acting Chapter Master, the Chapter's Techmarines were pleasantly surprised to discover a number of spare parts, well sealed with ancient holy oils and parchments, that had barely oxidized and are now even on the Forge World of Mars. Apparently) were no longer able to be produced. The priests of the Mechanicus who came after hearing the news paid a very high maintenance cost to obtain a few samples.

"But I heard that you just ordered the return of their power armor and weapons and equipment," Galaton said disapprovingly. "What if they jump back immediately after landing? These Iron Warriors... I don't trust them, you How can we be sure that they will fight alongside us instead of shooting our precious battle-brothers in the back?"

"To make them an effective fighting force do they have to attack with bare hands and teeth and fists? A shameful waste of Space Marine manpower, Thor."

"It's still a question of trust. I've never been able to trust them, Lysander, and I don't understand why Pugh, Masson, and, especially you, believed so easily that they would surrender so easily and agree to it. To atone for their past crimes," Garadon pursed his lips into a firm line, "I can't trust them, just as Dorn can't trust his betrayed brother."

"Have you talked to the priests about this? Perhaps the priest Shadras would be a good listener." Lysander stared at the more explosions of fire that gradually bloomed on the porthole in front of him, "But we might You can talk about your uneasiness after the battle in front of you. Now, it’s time for you to stand here and command the Shanzhen in my place.”

"What...me?"

"Yes, I believe that no brother of the Imperial Fist can do a better job than you in this matter. Thor, I entrust you with my trust." Lysander said as he walked down the command deck. "Call the First Company!"

"Wait a minute, if I command the mountain formation for a naval battle, where will you go?"

"I will hold on to the bonds of blood, face the unknown fate, and do my best to make changes."

Lysander drew his Fist of Dorne and strode down the dark passage.