Warhammer: Start with a dog

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*Note that some battle casualties are directly described*

Even taking into account his experience of encountering enemy attacks since he was eight years old and losing his parents and siblings, the time that Lord Creed has experienced war in his life so far is only a short thirty years compared to the Space Marines. Two years, but this does not mean that his sense of tactics will be weaker than any mind enhanced by ancient genetic engineering and extraordinary technology.

Since they obtained detailed calculations of the battle situation, possibilities and final conclusions from the devil, he began to try his best to personally ride on his special Valkyrie, flying to all the defense points that allowed him to fly over, and to communicate with anyone who needed to accept Individual or specially ordered officer interviews, And during the break, he delivered an impassioned speech to the soldiers on the front line through the only radio or other contact methods. There is no doubt that the defenders had already suffered a lot of casualties due to several days of fierce fighting and endless battles in sight. And the low morale was encouraged by him again.

He conveyed his promise to them in various ways that as a commander he would never leave them alone, and that Cadia would stand under their protection.

Even Robert Guilliman had privately exchanged opinions with Honso regarding Creed's natural talents. They both agreed that Ursaka E. Creed appeared in Cadia at this moment. And in a tragic coincidence, becoming the commander of this moment is undoubtedly more suitable than any other place and time.

"I have no doubt." Just before they left Clough Castle, Guilliman was drinking the hot water that Honso had brought for him in between calculations, while staring at the potion master who had just synthesized another tube of potion. He commented softly as he pumped it into his blood vessels through a small drug pump.

"If he had not been born in Cadia, and the empire had placed Creed in any place that was relatively rich or had opportunities, such as a world at the transit point of the frontier waterway, he would soon try to grow from a small group. It has become a force that is difficult to convince but cannot be ignored, just like I used to try to convince the rulers of planets who were unwilling to join us in the world."

The master pharmacist stared intently at the monitoring information on the original body on the medical goggles, and at the same time observed the injection with the naked eye. Everything seemed normal now.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and then began to prepare the next tube of reagent - although this medicine did achieve the effect it was written in the power armor built-in diagnosis and treatment manual: "...So, according to my guess, this kind of reagent Although the medicine has no actual chemical and pharmacological significance to the body of the Thirteenth Primarch, if the occult concept of the Thirteenth Primarch is taken into consideration, then it is possible that this medicine will be used in the body of the Thirteenth Primarch. enter other body It will produce a certain neutralizing effect after being internalized. According to my speculation, the result will only bring benefits without much harm, because in order to interfere with gastrointestinal tract, liver and kidney functions, the receptor must first conform to the known ordinary human anatomy. Science, as we all know, the Astartes already have additional detoxification organs such as a built-in stomach and pebble kidneys... and the internal organs of the Primarch do not completely follow common sense... But unfortunately, because it cannot be verified, this can only be a guess..."

Okay, now he, Hong Suo, Hong Suo, who is riding a tiger, has completed this conjecture and proved that this potion is indeed useful on the "occult level", but can he put this all together next? What about the genetic father who the experimental results told him?

He raised his head in thought, and then he was almost startled. Under the colorful light of the dancing wavy curved crown, which was mainly white gold and gold, the pair of amber eyes were covered with scriptures and magic circles. His face was staring at him faintly.

The Potion Master unknowingly broke into a sweat in the safety of his powered armor: Due to the recent steady supply of P-neutralizing potions, the Thirteenth Primarch is becoming more and more powerful. Now, it is difficult for Hong Suo to He said with great confidence that he would not be able to read his mind.

Then the demon god that he felt he shouldn't touch spoke.

"Come on," Guilliman said. "We must begin the transfer steps within three minutes."

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After arranging the defense lines on all sides of Elisian Stonehenge, Creed originally wanted to personally take charge of the southern defense line. Due to the movement of the general headquarters and main military forces northward, most of the commanders were surprised and pleased to find that the original surrounding area The enemies of Clough Castle also followed immediately, almost simultaneously, indicating that their target was indeed instructed to be changed to Stonehenge, so the defenders originally in that direction basically followed the previous defense distribution:

To the east are the Revan Knights guarded by Baroness Vardus, this time joined by the Taranis Knights of Baron Levan. Despite this, the Vulcan Legion with a large number of medium and heavy Chaos Titans is still a formidable enemy;

To the north is the defensive direction of the Sisters of the Martyr Lady. They have just received five companies of fresh troops brought by the Living Saint from the subspace trek. The two great nuns also have a large number of servant guards in their own temples who are capable of fighting. ability, so their defense is actually quite stable in comparison;

The west was originally the guarding direction of the Cadian Guards. Although most of the mortal soldiers had to face were the armies of mortal fallen and cultists, they lacked heavy firepower and heavy vehicle support and had a hard time defending. However, after the four large ships, Mountain Array, Enterprise, Storm Walker and Glory Paladin, arrived and occupied the airspace above the Clough Fort to the Elysian Plain, and drove the Black Legion's fleet and Blackstone Fortress to another quadrant above the planet, the Enterprise flew Stormbirds and Flame Raptor gunships into the atmosphere and dropped a number of Astartes monks in silver-black armor to the Elysian Plain. Not only were they all very vigorous in combat, and the firepower of their gunships was comparable to that of fortresses, but they also knew how to command and cooperate with mortals in combat, and the defensive counterattack was immediately reversed.

The southern part of Stonehenge was originally the most difficult position to defend - it was flat, without any shelter or natural cover, and the enemy could easily use air strikes and bombings, and could also land and gather to enter the site conveniently. However, Mercury finally managed to gather a company of wounded, lost and stragglers from the abundant military strength and placed them on the walls of Clough Castle, led by Lieutenant Ashar of the Raven Guard, as a supplementary force for the garrison. At least there was no need to worry about the enemy using the walls to cover themselves, and now there was a powerful armored force here to help them guard. According to reports, the Astartes of these armored forces were also extremely good at plain fortifications, and the trenches had begun to take shape rapidly, looking very solid and reliable.

Therefore, after weighing the pros and cons, Creed finally looked at Kyle several times, who hoped that he would refuse and lead the Cadians on the ground. With a mysterious intuition, he agreed to the plan proposed by Mercurys, and followed the Astartes and the Mechanicus coalition into the underground tunnel network of the Blackstone Spires to hunt down and stop the Black Legion invaders who were teleported in first or the damage they would cause.

Before the pursuit began, Mercurys had warned everyone that this would most likely be the most crazy counterattack and decapitation operation before the end of the Great Predator and his elite troops. They must be prepared for cruel and extremely chaotic close combat in the tunnel, because the team will be very long, and the enemy may also be annihilated in sections. Anyone who is attacked must stay on the spot until the front comes to help.

And now, as the end of the team, they are indeed attacked by more enemies than expected.

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"Damn it! Why are these fucking tunnels built so tall?! Otherwise, these traitors will get stuck in the rocks when they teleport in, and we will hit their chins and blow their heads up to the sky!"

But cursing can't solve the problem after all. They quickly avoided the broken rock wall on one side, while on the other side there was sulfur smoke and cold blue witchcraft lightning. Abaddon brought enough terminators and wizards or something else, and dispersed his men in advance, hiding a large number of teleportation beacons along the way in the cave. This group of pursuers found that they had become the prey of the cunning and vicious wolf.

Every teleportation of the Black Legion's veterans appeared in a random direction, and always caused a large number of casualties to the mortal army. Now, in this huge hall that seemed to be a node of some kind, more than half of the veterans of the Eighth Regiment who had fought with Creed for twenty years had died from heavy bombs, flamethrowers or other terrible weapons. Their death was so easy. Under the Astartes-level firepower, bullets and blades tore and chewed the flesh and armor of mortals as if they were made of paper. The place was filled with thick black smoke and the gleaming fire of various weapons, as well as the smell of blood and iron, and worse, the smell of burning human bodies, all filling the high and spacious tunnel hall dome, making people want to vomit. Just now, they encountered the biggest ambush here. Now it was a mess, and the two sides were fighting each other:

To the left of Creed and Kyle was a team of Skitarii and Chaos Dreadnoughts who were fighting each other. The latter's claws were splitting an armored cabin breaker into eight pieces. The oil and The nutrient solution splashed on the hull of the Chaos Dreadnought, and its insignificant blood content greatly angered it, so that it ignored the arc rifles of the Skitarii that appeared behind it; about 500 meters behind them, a black stone tower was shining with blue psychic lightning, and storms, hail, fire, etc. appeared in turn in a small space - this was a duel between Chaos Wizards and Astartes Librarians; to their right were several monks of the Black Templar, who were shouting the name of the Emperor and raising their weapons to launch a holy charge towards the Chaos Torturers who were shooting at the entire hall.

Gunshots, explosions, tragic howls and crazy laughter were heard in a chaotic manner. All kinds of noises mixed together and hit the cave rock wall to form a more vague and loud echo, so that after they saw a series of light spots as dense as a rainstorm flying out from the layers of smoke, they realized belatedly that someone was walking towards them in the shadows at the other end of the hall and shooting at them.

--First, the two Kashejin guards who stood in front of them, these two elite soldiers in the Cadia army immediately raised their guns and tried to fight back, but failed to fire bullets--the flying storm bolter bullets carried too terrible kinetic energy and mass, blasting their chests to pelvises and torsos to pieces, and the fresh and strong loyal lives instantly turned into a pile of minced meat on the ground; then the chief communications officer beside them, her reaction was also fast, she had already pulled out the heirloom Purgatory pistol from the holster, and fired a shot in that direction when the guard fell--

Then the bone fragments of half of her skull, the communication rosary that she always wore on her ears, and the charred fragments of the equipment she guarded exploded due to the impact, and the bright red liquid tinkled and hit Kyle's carapace and Creed's coat like a burst of sand.

Then it was Kyle—Creed grabbed the flag officer who was about to raise his gun and pulled him to his side—then the shrapnel swept across Kyle's leg, and then hit a series of dazzling sparks on the rock ground next to him, leaving a deep row of grooves.

"Kyle!" Creed shouted, while trying to take him back—the High Castle Lord had put on the heavy refraction stand necklace again after the bombing under the sergeant's nagging, and it was the reliable quality that saved them this time.

The sharp pain that made people dizzy quickly faded from the flag officer's consciousness due to the surge of adrenaline. He blinked, inserted the flag of the Eighth Regiment into the bullet hole on the ground, supported his body, and at the same time used a great force to shake off Creed's hand holding him.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck, run!" His blood was boiling, and the flag officer yelled, "Run! Ursaka! Run! Run forward! Don't look back! Just like when you were a kid!"

"No! Kyle! I can't--"

But Garlan Kyle had already recognized the figure that he had seen in thousands of nightmares from behind the faint smoke and fire. He had seen countless times in intelligence pictures and internal propaganda, and he would never mistake the outline: a size beyond that of a regular Space Marine, a ferocious ancient giant claw on his right hand, a unique and terrifying magic sword, and a sky-high bun fluttering in front of a trophy rack with skulls and helmets inserted.

"Run! Run! I'll stop him for you...!" The flag bearer gritted his teeth and tried to overcome the most primitive fear that surged from his heart the moment he saw the monster that pushed aside the black smoke and strode forward on the ashes of corpses: he smelled his pungent and cruel smell, as if he was cast by the warp, he saw the agile and cruel movements of the top predator, he saw countless filthy evil shadows like ghosts surrounding the head of the big predator, he saw the imprisoned soul on the blade of the magic sword that was longer than two people and the crying face appeared, and what shocked him the most was that he looked up and saw Abaddon's human face that was like a marble statue without any signs of change, and he was as arrogant as he was ten thousand years ago.

But he immediately gripped the hilt of the sword, pulled out the power sword at his waist, shouted angrily, and used the reverse grip force of the flagpole to stab it at the face that was roaring at him with an angry look!

"Ursaka, Cadia... Cadia cannot live without you! Remember Cadia will never fall!"

"United as one...! Jialan!... My brother... Thank you..." Creed's voice suddenly became extremely weak and sad, just like the day thirty-two years ago when Jialan Kyle of the 8th Cadia Regiment saw the orphan who was lost but holding a gun tightly in the ruins after the war.