Warhammer: Start with a dog

Chapter 542 The sky above Cadia is so lively today-

"You want to tell me now that we still have a large company of wild wolves and a 13th Cadian regiment in the sky waiting for us to rescue?!"

After using calculations and arrangements that made the staff of the general headquarters distrustful at first, but now everyone began to wonder how such extreme and genius could be possible (in fact, this experience later proved to be very harmful to the officers present at the Cardia headquarters, especially the young people). The bad influence of the officers is immeasurable) and is about to complete all three continents of Cadia in the next 72 hours. Roboute Guilliman, who plotted the master plan of operations against hundreds of allied armies and thousands of battlefields in the sector - now Mercurius, Honso's champion warrior with a face full of open eyes and almost showing The face with dark circles finally showed a faint look of death - not directed at himself, but at the unfortunate Iron Wolf Dalian Wolf Lord who came to report the news.

He raised a hand - and everyone - including Owen Gorgon - suddenly realized that there was absolutely no way he could dodge this fateful blow - and then just when the Space Wolves thought they would be knocked into the wall When it was stuck or glued on, the pharmacist said softly to the side, "You look really like your brothers."

Although for some reason these words made the furious demon champion stop what he was doing and start to take a deep breath (all my father’s toes! I actually saw a blood god demon who could stabilize his emotions, right! Amazing! What an amazing achievement) Ah Master Hongsuo!), but the Gaogang Wolf Lord undoubtedly escaped, and the others came out later. Broken in cold sweat, they all asked Pharmacy Master Hong Suo to increase the confinement and damage to his champion's body to stabilize the demon's state - obviously, many people who know something about the Tribunal, especially the Demon Tribunal, undoubtedly think that Hong Suo Suo used some actions that would normally be declared as excommunication, such as being a demon host.

Usually this kind of words should be made with tactful hints in a private place, not in a bunker hall full of colleagues and superiors, but since they are with this big demon who may lose control and break through the confinement, In a space, there is such a critical juncture Head, then everyone can't be too tactful - after all, not everyone is as tight-lipped as professional judges. Did you see that Ms. Judge Talia Davona, who was dismissed from her position, now has a face that turns red and turns pale? It was very lively and exciting for a while.

Undoubtedly, this kind of proposal would cause the red light surrounding the head of the actual Primarch's "Demon Champion" to shine violently again, but Master Honsou was self-taught in the art of civil and military affairs, and he put it into practice without being humble or arrogant but resolutely. Any questions or requests to control Mercurius's actions were dismissed - Mercurius was now linked to all their Tactical Thinkers and was doing it better than anyone else, and Honso was his It’s really hard for them to continue to be the “actual controller”.

"It should be said...the remnants of the Thirteenth Regiment of Cadia." Creed's voice was strong but with a hint of annoyance, "If I had known that you would come, I would not have agreed to the Blood Howling Wolf Lord's proposal, nor would I have let the blood-howling wolf master just now The Thirteenth Regiment, which had not yet finished resting, followed them up, but at that time..." He paused, "But I had no choice at that time, we had to do our best."

"Or you can choose to ignore them." Someone whispered, "Anyway, they are ready to sacrifice when they go up. There will be no impact if they don't go to the rescue. They must also be willing to be loyal to the God Emperor and the Empire."

Owen turned his head gloomily, scanning the crowd like a Fenrisian wolf preparing to hunt, trying to find the coward who said such a thing, but most of the mortals he saw were injured, tired, but still Determined to fight to the end - but at the same time, for them to witness themselves It is a common occurrence for the people of the world to be loyal to the empire and die. It does not even require additional reminders or explanations. The faces of these Cadians did not show any disapproval of the words of the man just now. On the contrary , they all seemed to think that such sacrifices were commonplace in war.

This is more terrifying than the Space Marines who have undergone surgery, regular brainwashing and hypnosis enhancement, Lao Lang suddenly realized, because this means that this is the tradition, culture and even collective cognition passed down from generation to generation by these mortals, perhaps the entire Kadi Asia and Africa is not only a war fortress, but also a huge college of loyal descendants, which continuously supplies the empire with soldiers who are loyal to the God-Emperor and the war itself. Guilliman also noticed this. His face became more gloomy, but he had already regained his precious calmness. "I will add this variable and re-calculate the strategy..."

"How long will it take? There are almost no psykers or astropaths here now, and the subspace interference is very serious. Many sensitive advanced communication equipment have failed! The time it takes us to transmit messages will greatly increase, and we really can't waste any more time. "

"It won't be long!" The amber eyes turned towards the speaker with suppressed violent anger, and then looked at the pharmacist beside him, "Give me another shot of 'that'! I know that with your It’s a habit to never make just one serving!”

"...I'm very..." He opened his mouth and started teasing his young uncle out of habit (excluding the time when Guilliman was asleep, Honso's actual service age was much longer than Guilliman). The pharmacist stopped his mouth in time, "...I'm glad that you are satisfied with the effect of the medicine, but it hasn't been tested too much, so I can't..."

They were face to face, so Honso's eyes suggested to the Thirteenth Primarch that even though he was happy to collect experimental data, not now, this potion was just one of many manifestations of his inspiration from the "awakening" of the Gene Father. One, and every inspiration comes from the unexpected gift of the Gene Father's resonance with the nameless void. Even when Hong Suo was making circumstantial remarks, the psyker consultant was very secretive about the origin of this phenomenon.

At the same time, it is one thing to conduct various wonderful replacement experiments on his hated colleagues and former enemies to create a large number of samples to satisfy his desire for revenge. High-dose injections are another story, right? For this master pharmacist, cleverly jumping back and forth crazily on both sides of the red line is a kind of wisdom in life, an attitude towards life, and a dark but joyful act of admiration for a son who finally has a father, but now he is basically Liman's request was almost completely over the line.

"Anyway, it won't affect...my actual body, right?"

To everyone's ears, this was undoubtedly another strong evidence that this person had a subspace body, and the pharmacist who knew the truth had begun to rejoice that Vanus and Grendel were no longer here. These two people were designated as inferior to themselves. Stay calm!

But in the end, the Potion Master, who once again shot himself in the foot because he could not destroy his settings in front of the Thirteenth Primarch and everyone, sighed, turned on the camera built into the helmet, and started The "P Potion" he prepared was once again injected into Guilliman's mysterious body that he had not yet been able to study more thoroughly.

Nothing changes for a second at first.

Within seconds, the Primarch's powerful heart and network of blood vessels pumped the potion throughout his body.

At the far end of time and space, a certain librarian began to mumble while reading a book, "This concentration is too outrageous, but considering it is... it is too reasonable... If so... then injection... maybe it can be done …History will be completely different…”

The reaction that had already taken effect once began to work in Guilliman's body again.

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Without Honso's knowledge but under the influence of the fathers of genes, from the moment he picked up the potion bottle from the fingertips of his medical fingernails, he successfully dropped a huge piece of stone into the middle of the river of destiny. Stone. It is not enough to change the direction of the rushing river, but it is enough to allow people who could only drift with the current to stretch out their hands and climb on it to get a chance to breathe.

On distant Macragge, Varro Tigris suddenly opened his eyes in the meditation room in the Ptolemaic Library.

His neatly stacked Emperor Tarot fell to the ground with a crashing sound in front of him. Only four cards were turned over, and just as he was about to reach out to pick them up and perform prophecy interpretations based on their position, landing point, and the incense or rune scroll underneath, Julius' figure appeared at the door of the room. .

The director of the think tank was a little surprised. The protection of his meditation room against unexpected psychic creatures was set up by him, and it was particularly strict. Why did he not receive any triggered alarms or notifications when this adult appeared here?

"grown ups……?"

"You are indeed very talented in prophecy...but a little too talented. - What is this?"

Tigris jumped up, closed his eyes and stepped back - two larger hands appeared out of thin air behind him and grabbed his wrists. The tips of the midnight blue claws were cold and sharp, and they touched his unarmored wrists. A tremor arouses on the skin Goosebumps, a voice that seemed to be laughing and reciting poetry in a soft hissing tone said a variant of Gothic dialect that he had never heard before, and then at the moment it was replaced by the lightning flint of Gothic, he recognized Who does this voice belong to?

But wasn't Kant Krage...wait...could it be...

"What are you thinking about? Guilliman's little cutie?" In a leisurely and relaxed tone, a huge metal claw easily subdued him, holding his hands with terrifying force, while the other A claw of a hand stretched out to open his eyelids, bottom The last thing Gris saw was the snow-skinned face of Conde Cratchit with long black hair - and an ancient legionary emblem that he had not really seen for many years except for sporadic battle records. Spread the wings on your chest——

But at this moment, Julius appeared beside him like a phantom, faster than thought.

A flash of red light flashed.

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Unknowingly, hot dry wind from unknown sources began to blow in the underground hall of Cadia, and the faint smell of ozone, rubber, hot metal and rosin floated in everyone's nose.

Owen Gao Gang began to show an unbearable expression, as if he had eaten a mouthful of frozen disassembled servitor meat, but except for the Space Wolves, everyone else was just surprised rather than such an obvious reaction.

And everyone's eyes have been gathering involuntarily to witness the wavy curve of the shining void crown once again appearing above the head of this mysterious demon.

This constantly surging subspace weird thing is vibrating violently at an incredible high speed. Anyone who does not have a deep understanding of the mysteries of numbers and the universe will feel dizzy and dizzy when looking directly at it, as if their eyes are about to explode. But those who can understand this The few who know how things work in the universe are dazzled by it.

For example, after Sage Klan recovered from the initial shock, he hurriedly took out all his recording servo skulls and tried to record the scene that shocked his heart: Perhaps the great demon controlled by Hong Suo represents the meaning of the universe. Is it worthy of Crane to exchange for more things... Or maybe this is the incredible result of the lost relics of the unknown war thousands of years ago encountering subspace pollution while drifting?

It wasn't until the most probable result was obtained from countless data, and countless golden and silver lines finally converged into a platinum curve amid the entanglement of gold and red, that the crown stopped trembling, and the top of its skull The person it inhabits seems to be getting taller and majestic in the eyes of everyone. Some people even feel that his body size greatly exceeds the several Astartes next to him, but if the person who feels this way opens his eyes, If you look carefully, this feeling will disappear again.

Guilliman took a breath, and then let out a long steamy sigh from his mouth, "It's done. The new calculation results and presumed plans are being transmitted to your receiving equipment. The ones just now have been overwritten."

Creed was the first to start quickly flipping through his own data pad and the papers that the secretaries had hurriedly brought and were spitting out from the brooding mandibles.

"What's going on?!" He raised his head suddenly, his square face covered with new stubble turned red with anger, like an angry Glocks beast, "Why did you add so much to it? Extra friendly units?! What are you calculating?!" The Supreme Lord didn't even care about the cigar in his mouth. He approached the giant who was six heads taller than him and looked excited. He raised the data pad in his hand and said, "According to your calculations, not only will divine soldiers descend from the sky to rescue those who boarded the Blackstone Fortress, but the number of allies in the world of Cadia will be much greater than we expected! Waiting for the mountain As soon as the formation is in place, you let us prepare for the counterattack. Do you know how many people are needed for the counterattack? - Do you regard your fallen and chaotic friends as our allies?

"My calculations are accurate." Guilliman replied firmly. "Within the reasonable prediction range left by the established events, the accuracy of predictions for the next twenty-four hours can reach more than 90%. This is enough to be adopted as a basis for Presumption.”

"That's nonsense!" The Lord of the High Castle couldn't care less about his image. "This is related to the lives of tens of millions or even more brave real Cadian people! I won't let you damn..."

"Report! New communication received!" The communications officer who had been guarding the equipment shouted loudly, almost breaking his voice, "A new ship has arrived! And a communication has been received from the Phalanx! They said they will next The Astartes infantry strike force will be used quickly!" He said excitedly, "Led by Acting Chapter Master Lysander himself! He sent the coordinates of their next attack!"

The Lord of the High Castle immediately rushed over, "How many ships are coming?! How many people?! The east?! That's not the target of the Vulcan Titan Legion's attack?! Dame Raven is still resisting resolutely on the front line... Damn it, the rapid strike force? How can Ignition deal with the Titan Legion of the Great Reaver?"

"I don't know! Sir! But they have already gone! There are also codes for these ships... I can only confirm that they indeed belong to the Imperial Ship Code Library... If they don't tell me, my authority is not enough! They themselves reported it as Aspen The Tate battleships...'Storm Walker', 'Glory Paladin' and...?"

"With what? Also, you said they were separated?"

"Yes! They all contacted us individually and came here separately! And the last one is called the 'Enterprise'...?"