Warhammer: Start with a dog

Chapter 547 Saving the Soldiers and Wild Wolf and-

On the surface of Cadia and deep underground, this group of heroes gathered together, and it was about to face the critical moment of king against king king king...

In the high orbit above Cadia, a king vs. king king king battle is about to begin.

The Blackstone Fortress Eternal Will—or rather, the fortress's daughter, Draula Morkas—found that her emotions were as bad as the battle situation inside and outside the fortress itself.

Karkadius Shiron has been tracking the cunning wolves with her for a long time. They passed through the cabins parasitized by the flesh and blood of the subspace, and went down to the lowest and deepest rooms of the fortress. These ancient, older than the The room of human history is still as empty and neat as when it was built - as Mocas never dared to tell anyone in detail, the Blackstone Fortress is alive, and the Fortress hates them.

To the fortress, subspace flesh and blood are neoplastic tumors, and Mocas and her beloved father - they are the invaders and cancer cells. If Mocas insists on continuing to use her "share" from the fortress "The resonance caused by the subspace power will erode the fortress, then she will eventually let the Blackstone Fortress die.

But she didn't care, because Morcas believed that nothing was more important than the wishes of her Warmaster, her father. She had always believed that although Abaddon didn't say it, the fact that he allowed her to read his mind like everyone else was proof that he was special to her, and that he still had a fatherly heart for her. .

But now, after Shiron killed a wolf who was alone and caught in Morcas's trap and once again used the unique means of Space Marines to obtain information, Morcas was distraught to discover that in the Blackstone Fortress The large number of troops originally stationed there was rapidly decreasing.

"What's wrong?" Alpha Intelligence Master asked.

"The captain is dead." Mokas replied. "Now the bridge control room of the Eternal Will is full of his phantoms and screams before the cables in his mind were pulled out. Blackstone saved them and repeated them there. It reverberates, and it upsets me.”

"What? The heirs of Russ did it? Did they find any shortcut to quickly return to the upper bridge? Then we must notify the Warmaster immediately."

"No." She answered briefly, "The group of invaders are nearby. The path they are currently taking is the room next to the shield energy conversion node. We should be only one cabin away at most, not them."

Alpha nodded thoughtfully and did not ask her specifically who killed the captain. "So," he reloaded his weapon. "Come on, it's time to end the hunt. Mark the area and I'll call in my Gamma Squad to come over and hunt. You remember to open the extra doors and walls in the way for them."

The Daughter of Blackstone nodded, leaned into the alcove formed by the huge raised chest on the wall, closed her eyes and began to manipulate the subspace neural network that she had rooted in the cracks of the Blackstone Fortress for a long time.

So Mocas didn't see the intelligence master's face suddenly turn cold, it was a look that had already understood the war master's intention.

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Sven Bloodhowl and the remaining twenty-odd brothers and several Cadian soldiers are carefully advancing along the pipeline in the dark tunnel, leaving behind them the flesh and blood of a large number of mindless fortress slaves and small demons. Broken pieces, these zombie-like things were unarmed and did not move very fast, but they kept wandering around and gathering to try to slow down their progress. They finally managed to get rid of another batch.

The Space Wolves' genetically modified eyes don't work very well in this almost completely dim environment, and their headlamps don't work in the darkness of the warp they are often trapped in, but fortunately they can still rely on their sensitive eyes. Smell and other sense organs search for paths, and they have also discovered through these time treks that the closer they get to some functional rooms or useful places, the proportion of smooth and relatively harmless night stones will become The fewer there are, the more abnormally large and abnormal flesh-and-blood organs there will be.

——And this fortress looks like it’s fucking haunted. He knows that these chaos things can’t build any serious space fortress!

It's like the frightening fireside nursery rhymes told to children by the Fenris tribe have become a reality: any room with floors and walls that can eat people will turn into huge mouths with sharp teeth to bite people off or bite them off. doors and windows, corridors that have no lights but change size and shape on their own, soft floors that squirm and make bowel sounds when stepped on, eyeballs and blood vessels that are half a person's height that suddenly pop out...

Thinking of this, the Space Wolf spat viciously on the floor, where a network of varicose nerves and arteries had begun to grow from the cracks, and muttered a few Fenrisian phrases to ward off evil.

The corrupted flesh here was becoming denser, and they could smell a hint of promethium and other lubricants commonly used in shield generators and related equipment mixed with the rancid and fermented smell of the slaves on the lower decks.

It's not easy to get here. These are the only people left in his Fire Howling Company, and the Thirteenth Cadian Guards Regiment, these brave Cadian people are the only ones left.

Judging from the killing efficiency of the damn tracking team, it is very likely that the people he brought and himself will all be confessed here, but Sven Bloodhowl felt and saw the Phalanx when he entered the lower level through the shaft. The bombardment of the Eternal Will - then it's clear what to do. As long as they, the only ones on the fortress, can destroy the engines or shield generators of the Blackstone Fortress, the Phalanx can start to attack this damn haunted thing. One shot, and maybe if you're lucky, you can blow up Abaddon.

Moreover, Blood Howl always feels that the parts of Blackstone Fortress that do not have these subspace neural gadgets are always helping them intentionally or unintentionally. At least based on this judgment, he has repeatedly hid in the rooms or tunnels that Blackstone Fortress temporarily generated for them with black stones. He evaded several searches.

Although the Wolf Lord intuitively believed that part of the fortress itself was guiding them, this damn fortress was not only haunted but also very large, so they managed to get here with great difficulty. According to this density, there must be a house in front worth destroying...

Wait.

In the darkness, Sven Bloodhowler's ears twitched sensitively, and his nostrils opened and contracted, twitching repeatedly.

The smell of steel servo, mechanical nano-incense and engine oil, and a very subtle, very subtle... incense scent? It's very light, to the point where you wouldn't be able to smell it if it wasn't for the Space Wolves.

He could bet that this was the first time he'd smelled it in this universe. So why are there memory records?

The Wolf Lord sniffed a few more times warily. Although he had never smelled this kind of incense, the ancient genetic spiral code inherited from the distant original body suddenly popped up with several more ancient words to describe its ingredients: amber , cedar wood, lavender, myrrh...

Although he was over two meters tall and wore iron armor weighing hundreds of kilograms, Sven Bloodhowler's footsteps were now as gentle as the pads of a direwolf walking on the snow. He raised his hand , gestured to the battle brothers following him, and they all dispersed around silently. He turned his head and made a few gestures with the help of his headlight, indicating that there might be unexpected situations ahead.

Suddenly a dangerous light lit up in the cabin.

The bullets and muzzle flashes of the bolters were like illumination bombs, drawing meteor-like trajectories in the long passage. These glimmers of light were enough for professional genetically modified warriors to detect each other's existence and distance.

"Attack! For Ruth and Allfather!"

"Fire!"

Wild wolves rushed towards Xilon and Mocas in front from all directions. The intelligence master raised his pistol, ignoring the series of sparks and bullet holes shot on his breastplate, and faced him with a terrifying indifference. The charging wolves were shot in the head one by one - many of them were tripped or entangled by the corrupted flesh and blood machinery stretched out under their feet and around them during the charge and shooting, which affected their speed and reaction.

But what is even more unfavorable to this gang-hopping assault death squad is that the Alpha Intelligence Director used the terrain information gap to summon his own heavy weapons and melta eradication team. In other words, the current situation is that Xiron and Mokasi are in the final battle. In the center, the Space Wolves and the Cadian people are on the inner level, while the outermost surrounding circle belongs to the soldiers of the intelligence chief and the low-level demons of the fortress summoned by Morcas.

The Reaper automatic cannon began to fire at the wolves, hitting the shoulder armor of one wolf, and then the dense mass bullets flew ruthlessly towards the Space Wolf behind him, about to break him into two pieces, and more The muzzles of many guns pour out the flames of death mercilessly——

A long bird song.

The flames of death are shielded by golden wings.

Something huge suddenly appeared from the air. It was so wide that it instantly blocked Alpha Team's shooting sight. The bolt bullets hitting its surface only caused ripples in the shield coating. That thing—— The Contemptor, shining with jet black luster and dots of gold, was as fearless, flexible and light as a A shadow that only exists in dreams, waving the Shabar saber that dragged out long white-gold flames and black lightning, turning its body, almost dancing, its every movement achieved perfect balance, and every swing of the saber There is no unnecessary pretense, every attack is the perfection that any swordsman dreams of.

The first stroke of the knife cut off the heads of six consecutive Alphas. Before the row of heads flew up one after another, the Shabar saber passed through the crowd and the group of demons like a white-gold lightning that illuminated the dark tunnel. The second With one stroke of the knife, the three-headed demon was split into six pieces. With the third knife, the intelligence master's breastplate was cut open like silky butter. Kacadius Hiron was even shocked. He stood there in shock for a few seconds, seemingly unable to accept the fact that he had been cut open like this. Then he showed a look of realization, pulled off a device from his waist and threw it on the floor, while simultaneously Trying to raise the melta shot beneath the twin bolters, he yelled at Morcas, "Inform the Warmaster! Tell him, DEVICUS!"

Mokas knelt on the ground, inserted her fingers into the fleshy floor of the warp, and began to search desperately throughout the entire fortress for that unique thought that shone like a star, even though she had never heard of it since learning human language. She had never done so, because it would have required her to use the bond between her and Abaddon that always made Mocas warm and admired in her search for him, and Abaddon had forbidden her to do so, and she would succeed. ? Can she find him with all her love for her father?

Oh, it was easier than she thought. The Warmaster was in her mind like a noble emperor with a crown of stars shining on the bridge - she shouted the word to him in her mind with all her strength. ——

"No! No! This is a trap! Run! Don't come!"

Suddenly, Shiron, who realized why he did not die immediately, rushed over and knocked Mocas over. Her connection with the subspace soul was suddenly interrupted. The demon's flesh and blood nerves twitched, and the Blackstone Fortress counterattacked. The stinging pain spread from the transplanted black stone bones in Mocas's body to her black stone teeth and black stone eyeballs. She howled in pain, and the subspace flesh and blood twitched and protruded from the ground. Countless stalagmite-like sharp teeth attacked angrily. Intelligence chief, is he crazy?

"The response was quick."

"I don't know what it means."

These were the last two comments Xilon heard before and after his head flew up.

Mocas' whole body was shivering, and those sharp teeth helped her hinder the attacker for just a second. She curled up and dived into the thick layer of flesh and bone and fled elsewhere.

"Aren't you going to chase him? I still want to chop off his head with my own hands."

"no need."

The two people who spoke - or rather, the two beings who were not very human - turned to the wild wolves and the Cadians who were holding their weapons vigilantly and staring at them from the other side of the room.

"Are you...?"

The Contemptor Fearlessly turned on the searchlight on his shoulder, and the room suddenly became brighter.

"Travelers, teachers and students who are passing through the lecture. Unfortunately, the content of this lecture is the strategy of the mantis stalking the cicada and the oriole behind, but it is still not fully demonstrated."

"Blackstone Fortress and the skies above Cadia are not good places to teach. What kind of person would 'pass by' here and teach students?" Blood Howl muttered.

When Sven Bloodhowl saw the Iron Hands emblem on Dauntless's shoulder clearly, he raised his eyebrows in surprise, but his breathing became really heavy when he saw the figure of the person next to him: This person has a power far beyond the ordinary. The space warrior's height, body proportions and gestures are harmonious and balanced, exuding an indescribable natural momentum. A black and gray master power armor wraps his whole body, including his head, making it impossible for people to get a glimpse of his appearance.

The Wolf Lord couldn't wait to look at any position of power armor that could identify this person, but he only saw Iron Hand's own battle group logo. The armor itself was extremely sophisticated and the decoration was simple but elegant, but there was nothing to specifically identify his identity. Pattern, this mysterious but noble giant has a relic pistol on its holster, the same Shabal saber as the Dauntless on its belt, and a power gear ax in its hand, but nothing else.

"It seems we can't trick Abaddon into teleporting here to solve it directly." Wuwei said, "He should have noticed something is wrong and won't come rashly."

"Tsk. I still want to punch him in the face and spit on him..." Although Sven Bloodhowl was extremely dissatisfied that his good idea came to nothing, but with such an ancient fearless and a... He also lowered his voice involuntarily in front of him.

"Then demolish this place first!" said the extremely tall warrior, "This place is so disharmonious that it's dazzling."

"Of course." Wuwei said, "I believe they think so too. Stay back."

He glanced at Sven, then raised one of his power claws and opened his palm——