Warhammer: Start with a dog

Chapter 549 The era of the original body...

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When Creed was dragged, surrounded, and covered by more veterans of the 8th Cadian Regiment and Kashezin who were trying their best to move towards him, he crossed the dim and blurry cave. He tried his best to glance in the direction of his flag sergeant.

Just like thirty-two years ago when he tried to hold his head high to see his savior...

...a savior? Didn't the soldiers of the 8th Cardia Regiment discover him during the search?

……No……! wrong! Why had he never consciously realized this? !

The seal of memory was suddenly reopened.

A small whirlpool swirls in the river of destiny.

A ray of light suddenly burst out from the depths of Creed's eyes. He suddenly remembered the time when he was hiding under the bed with the bodies of his sisters after he was attacked at the age of eight... At that time... who was the first person to find him? Who is.

No, it was not the soldiers of the 8th Cadillac Regiment who were the first to find him surviving alone in the ruins!

yes……

Only now did the words told to him by the Astartes wearing black power armor and bone-white robes rang in his ears.

In the flash of lightning, Creed suddenly realized that, for Ursaka, who was eight years old at the time, of course he couldn't tell what kind of existence appeared in front of him, let alone who he was. A demigod's bloodline serves or holds some position within its order. But since joining the army or even serving as an officer, Creed has never recalled the details of this person's appearance or the content of their conversation. His memory seems to have naturally ignored this matter that is actually very important to him——

But now, one of the last children of retired Kashezin, the son of Cadia, is looking at the skull helmet, gold and silver crown of thorns and psychic hood of the Priest Astartes. Their details are as clear as if they were He had just parted from the pastor.

"Remember, this is a gift from my lord. It can protect the person you want to protect. I will tell you how to use it. You only have one chance to use this gift...use it carefully."

"Then how do I know when to use it?" The boy's lavender eyes became very large due to hunger, and he glared fiercely at the skull on the priest's face, "I have no one to protect, my father and mother. , elder sister and younger sister are all dead.”

"You'll know when you really want to use it."

Ursaka E. Creed used the fastest movement in his life to pull out his beloved old Mars pistol that had been with him for thirty-two years, and pressed a concealed button on it that had never been activated. The switch was thrown in the direction of Abaddon and Kyle with all his strength -

At this moment, for some reason, he seemed to hear someone uttering an annoyed exclamation in the air where there was no one around him.

"It's early!"

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"The rear team was attacked! Creed and his troops were cut and surrounded! They are the elite terminators and heavy units of the Black Legion!"

When Mercury, Honsou and Caul who were at the front received the news, the ruling sage was criticizing the honest man Crane's sage from multiple academic perspectives in binary language with a standard old Martian accent. Their bodies were completely broken, and the two of them were currently He led the team into a long and narrow tunnel, and finally stopped in a quadrangular spire cave that looked like a terminal control. Facing the root of a promising-looking stone tower, he tried to link and activate the Elysian Plains. Up all these black stone towers.

Obviously, it is not very reliable to expect these two mechanical sages who are immersed in their own technology to take care of Creed's rear team. They may even have to divide their troops to stay here.

"I'll go there first." Under the surprised gazes of the Space Marines and the mortal sergeants, the Demon Champion pulled out the huge axe. The light on the ax blade was as pure as blood. "The situation there is very chaotic. This kind of limited space battle requires speed. Fight quickly."

"Wait a minute! When did it take a demon's turn to save the Imperial Commander! Where do you want to put the honor of the wild wolf?!" Owen Gaogan immediately shouted, "Good boys of Fenris! Follow me. Come!"

"No." Kraher of the Dark Angels said gloomily, and at the same time motioned for the Dark Angels to start taking action, "Such an existence should let us lock and supervise his battle..."

Judge Dalia interrupted at the right time, "I think the Demon Tribunal should have the right to supervise..."

"You argue," said the demon, and raised his foot. "I'm going to save people first."

No one could see his movements clearly, not even the Space Wolves and Dark Angels, he was too fast. The red-armored warrior seemed to straighten his body at some level, and in a few steps he reached the outskirts of the crowd, and then disappeared into the dark shadows like a flash of light.

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Garlan Kell blinked between the sharp blades of Horus' Claw and the dancing arcs of the warp.

Just now, his sword charge was easily defused by the big plunderer, and the magic sword easily cut off half of his arm with satisfying bloodlust. Fortunately, the military flag he carried was locked on his power fist in advance and did not fall to the ground. But then he fell into the grasp of the traitor's claws, and the sharp blade made a squeaking sound on the edge of his carapace. , these protections are of no help at all.

"Are you going to protect him? Huh?" The other party spoke. To Kyle's surprise again, this voice sounded extremely human, and was full of a heart-warming and majestic sense of power. He was a hot-blooded and young soldier. That's the sound we love to hear before going to war. "But look at you, you're going to die, and he's going to be next, and then I'm going to kill everyone and destroy this place."

"You will not succeed. Cardia will not fall." The flag officer was surprisingly calm, but his voice was no longer as sonorous and powerful as before. His limbs had begun to become cold and numb, and blood was flowing out quickly.

The statue-like face of the old hero looked down at the mortal man in the claws, with arrogance and confidence, "But you have fallen, you can't even stand up, I see him looking at you, I will be there for him Kill you under his gaze and declare to him the circumstances of his death - he will be next, you cannot protect him, and he cannot escape the fate of being killed in humiliation. "

"But," Kyle breathed hard and smiled at the murderer, "I don't feel scared to be killed by such a weapon. This is one of the highest rewards a warrior can hope to receive on the battlefield - the same How do you think he and I would be afraid of a weapon whose blade has taken the life of a noble primarch and bathed it in the holy blood of the Emperor?"

The Great Predator didn't know where he was touched. There were obvious cracks in the arrogant expression that he had maintained like an ancient warrior. The surging malice and immeasurable ancient evil peered into the soul of the world. "He and his Nothing noble!" Abaddon snarled, tightening his grip on Horus.

"The era of the original body is over!"

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Garland Kyle began to think about whether when people think they are going to die, time will slow down and then they will start to witness strange things. Perhaps the rumors that they will see something that they cannot usually see before they die are true. ?

Otherwise, how could he see that the big predator's forehead seemed to be hit by a strange beam of green light, but it was also strangely and immediately restored to the original state in the blink of an eye? The facial expression of the hit Warmaster looked like he was not even aware that he was attacked by an unknown sniper. This made Kyle feel creepy for no reason.

Then why did he feel that he saw many giants who were not here just now flashing past in the corner of his eyes? Who's roaring the war cry? Why are there so many colors——

The side of a huge sharp ax suddenly appeared above his blurred vision, with bright red and golden light passing over the tip of his nose and heading towards the Warmaster's neck.

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The trajectory of the old pistol drew a perfect arc in the air, fell to the ground, bounced up again, and then due to the final inertia, slid into a pool of bright red hot blood dripping at the feet of the flag officer.

Nothing happened yet, but something seemed to happen immediately.

The Supreme Lord of the Castle held his breath unconsciously.

The moment the pistol was stained with blood.

A breeze blew under the Cadia Elrician Stonehenge, and the dimensional gap opened.

Creed looked up.

He saw the opening of the first space crack, from which a tall Contemptor Dreadnought stepped out. The golden divine bird sat behind its head, the engine roared like thunder, and he held an alien long blade that shone with light and thunder. Then he split open a Slaanesh Dancer that rushed towards him. The head of a female snake-tongued woman, and beside him was a man in black armor who was only two heads shorter than this ancient holy elder. A power ax styled like that of the Cult of Mechanicus was wild in his hand. The ground roared, as if impatient to find a suitable opponent. Behind them were a group of surviving warriors, and Creed recognized the scarred face of Sven Bloodhowl among them with almost disbelief.

He then looked again and saw the second crack dancing closest to the pistol. Ozone and psychic arcs jumped on the edge, like lightning streaking across the night sky in the middle of the night. Rows of expressions and results formed the crack. The certainty of reality is lined up at the edge. Behind the open crack, the red-armored warrior with a strange crown on his head is running, his bones The long white scroll of scriptures buzzed around him. The power ax in his hand was a style that Creed had been very familiar with recently. The warrior had almost no hesitation about this shrinking door and immediately stepped forward in one step. came out, and then swung his ax at Abaddon directly in front - for some reason, the Supreme Lord of the Fortress immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

When he looked to the side, he saw that the third crack was divided into several parallel lines, and many tall and short figures walked out of it. The colors they wore were blue, green, and even gold. The most eye-catching ones were The one in the center is the complete company, the beautiful Ultramar blue shining on their ancient power armor ceramite, which has just entered When they entered the battlefield, they seemed to have been guarding this place for a long time. The two Contemptor Dreadnoughts immediately went to both ends of the battle line. In the middle were the Ultramarines Archons holding high the ceremonial battle ax and the fortification shield. Their commander was firing and firing. Pointing his sword at the Black Legion and their daemonic allies, shouting, "Down with the Horus Traitors! Don't forget Calth!"

A touch of gold with red tassels dancing on the top accompanied their march, and a giant taller than the Astartes rushed into the battlefield, using the blade in his hand to perform a dazzling death storm combining martial arts and power. .

He finally scanned the entire field and saw that the edge of the fourth crack was breaking and melting in the air like burnt paper ash. After sending a group of warriors in silver and black power armor into the cave, the crack disappeared. Compared with the Astartes who were wearing blue armor and seemed to be Ultramarines before, most of the newly arrived Space Marines seemed a little surprised. However, after a glance at the enemies on the battlefield, they did not hesitate or delay any more. They were only surprised for a few tenths of a second, and then they formed groups skillfully, dispersed, and entered the increasingly chaotic battlefield, fighting with the elite warriors of the demons and the Black Legion. When the latter encountered the combat skills of this group of warriors, many of them obviously hesitated and made mistakes, and some even suddenly shouted madly.

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Cerantes, the deputy commander of the Ultramarines, was commanding the deployment of his troops while wondering which rebel army this was? Who gave him the order to defend? But no matter whose order it was, he had to fight at this moment, because there was no doubt that this place was full of serious blasphemy against the truth of the Empire and the characteristics of mutation and degeneration.

Apparently the battle on the world of Amatulla was not over yet. The rapid battlefield change might be a conspiracy of the Word Bearers. The totem and paint of this rebel army were completely unfamiliar except for the eye in the center that he was familiar with. Which legion could this be? But then his eyes were attracted by the huge claws that were about to kill in the distance - the appearance of this weapon could never be mistaken, it was the iconic gauntlet claw of the Warmaster, but the power armor was wrong, and the face above the power armor was also wrong.

As the deputy commander, Serantus happened to know this person and this face.

"Ezekiel Abaddon." Captain Serantus glared at the son of the traitor and drew his dagger. "I will..."

A red axe stained with blasphemous power was suddenly swung at the chief captain of the Sons of Horus, so fast that only a residual image was left on Serantus' retina. The deputy commander had only seen such speed and power in a few people. It was great-

Suddenly, all the Ultramarines who could see this place seemed to have pressed the pause switch, and even being chopped by the enemy's blade was no longer important. Serantus, who was staring at this place, opened his eyes as wide as he could in horror, and his eyeballs almost fell out of his eye sockets.

The brave warrior trembled his lips and unconsciously let out the sharpest, loudest, and most unbelievable wail in his life.

At this moment, the man holding the axe turned his body towards them, revealing most of his face illuminated by the gun flames.

It was a face that the Ultramarines could never mistake, a face of inherent nobility even if it was tarnished and covered with signs of desecration and mutation: the face with evil horns and scripture tattooed all over its face like Lorgar, was the face of Roboute Guilliman.