Warhammer: Start with a dog

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The chaos that no one here could have anticipated, even the Great Despoiler who was favored by the High Heavens, or Guilliman who was almost constantly calculating, planning, and evaluating, enveloped the underground tunnel ruins of the ancient alien race on Cadia in the next second.

In short, the reinforcements that appeared out of nowhere were now divided into several groups:

The eye-catching, decorated style that was a little too gorgeous for the Iron Hands, the Contemptor Dreadnought first emitted a terrible, earth-shaking roar from the loudspeaker grid.

"The Great Betrayer!!!!"

At first, even Ezekiel Abaddon's face flashed a blank.

Such rare wording and the real anger in his words made the Great Despoiler search his mind for any opponent of the Iron Hands that was worth remembering for thousands of years.

Obviously, he did not get any useful information from his memories.

At the same time, the huge Shabar saber in the fearless hand suddenly ignited several feet high flames, so bright that the unliving who were too close to it almost screamed and melted!

The ground shook, and the rock dome fell into sand. No matter who was inside, he was driving this nearly fifteen-foot-tall, ten-foot-wide, fourteen-ton bipedal walking mechanical steel monument with an incredible agility and lightness, rushing towards Abaddon at a dazzling pace - no, no, he was swinging his terrifying saber towards the man who was about to chop off the traitorous head of the Chief Captain of the Sons of Horus!

But the attacker was also quick to change his tactics - although he had to temporarily cross the back of his axe to block the fatal and insidious blow from the horizontal stab, Ezekiel Abaddon threw away the thing in his claws in this gap and immediately stepped back a few steps, continuing to distance himself from the two monsters in front of him who suddenly began to fight inseparably -

Then, the Warmaster's face suddenly changed, and he became shocked. His eyes were also fixed on the face of the man with double horns on his head, wearing red armor and scriptures, and fighting with the Dreadnought with a huge axe.

In just less than a second, Abaddon, the chief captain of the Sons of Horus, also recognized whose face it was.

The disguise that could even fool the living control center of the Blackstone Fortress is now in danger because of the improvement of its user's own special ability. The noble appearance of the Primarch can no longer be completely covered by the quantum fog that can deceive the eyes and minds of the viewers. Abaddon even noticed that the Primarch, who was aliased as "Mercurius", was quietly growing bigger, making him strong enough to fight against the Dreadnought.

Anger, embarrassment, malice, doubt, secret joy and other emotions rolled on the face of the Warmaster who recognized the identity of the Primarch like storm clouds on the surface of a gas planet.

However, when Abaddon decided to try to randomly shoot the two opponents who were fighting in a trance with storm bombs from the side, the ultramarine waves rushing over from the side and the weapons and shields in their hands forcibly separated the Warmaster to the side: the Ultramarines who were inexplicably angry, but still chose to hear and see the Primarch's explanation of this idea with their own eyes and ears no matter what happened, had already rushed forward. Their attacks were so painful, crazy and urgent that even the Draconian who could easily cut through their armor could not immediately slaughter them all.

Fortunately, a team of Salamanders that were released at the same time moved over and filled the defense gap left by the Ultramarines, and from both sides of them came two teams with rare flags, the Tanis and Vostroyan Regiments. These excellent soldiers had just recovered from the dizziness and vomiting caused by too long a stagnation, and immediately joined the battlefield with guns in hand.

On the other side, although this strange Contemptor with the emblem of the Iron Hands was already fighting fiercely with Mercurys. But the warriors brought by the Dreadnaught did not choose to fight immediately. Sven Bloodhowl's wolves looked around, and the wolf lord nodded to Creed, and seemed to say something in the communication beads - unfortunately, the communication officer of the Supreme Castle Lord had just died, and Creed had no idea what Bloodhowl said to him from afar. Then he saw the group of wolves laughing and starting a new round of battle with the nearest enemy.

The golden bird that had originally landed behind the Iron Hands Contemptor Dreadnaught took off anxiously and landed on the head of the tall giant, seeming to say something to him - Creed was shocked to realize that the actual height of this black-armored giant was definitely taller than any Astartes he had ever seen in his life, even taller than the Emperor's Guards - the figures of the Guards were painted next to the Emperor's portraits on the stained glass windows of many churches in Cadia, and many Cadia soldiers also recognized the unit to which the golden-armored giant belonged, and cheered for him and prayed to the God-Emperor.

A giant, what does it mean when he is taller than the Emperor's Guards and wearing power armor? Creed didn't even dare to be sure of the only answer, but he had reacted from a series of shocks and remembered his original intention when he threw the pistol - he re-commanded the remaining veterans of the Eighth Regiment and his other guards, and hurriedly ran to the corner where Garlan Kyle was thrown out. Then, under Creed's order, they lifted the dying flag officer on a temporary stretcher and began to hastily withdraw from the battlefield that was becoming increasingly unsuitable for mortals to participate.

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[That's not the traitor Guilliman! This is the Ultramarines Master Guilliman I know!] Ferrus Manus shouted anxiously to the cloned phoenix from his winged metal body, [We must stop Fu... Ishtar! Lest there be an unnecessary tragedy!]

"You mean, this Guilliman is on our side...?" Fulgrim's clone, now called Fulgrim Pallas to distinguish himself from his teacher and adoptive father, asked, "Although I also feel that this is him, he doesn't look loyal at all now?"

[That's a disguise!] Ferrus Manus opened his beak and almost let out some crisp bird calls, [The data from my mechanical eyes and the feeling of my soul will not deceive me!]

"Is there really someone who can do this level of disguise...? It's too perfect. If it weren't for the time, I really want one too!"

[Of course! I saw it with my own eyes! There are more than one or two clever people among our brothers! Perturabo had created an identical disguise for himself, so this Guilliman - never mind how he came here! We can't let them kill each other like this! 】

"Okay... but don't expect me to hold him back for too long." Fulgrim Pallas sighed and locked the power axe back into his backpack, then pulled out his Chabar saber, thought for a moment and pulled out the high-frequency dagger tied to his thigh, "My swordsmanship is still one point behind him."

【A moment will be enough! I will also send a query and a quick explanation to Guilliman! 】

"I doubt if they can calm down and listen to your explanation right now?"

Although he kept singing the opposite tune, Fulgrim Pallas raised his leg, staggered his steps, twisted his body and raised his sword, and then naturally and smoothly cut himself into the gap between the two primarchs who had not found a gap in the battle before. The collision and friction between the positions of the Shabal sabers produced a series of sparks and tiny explosions, and the short sword without the energy switch was used to block the giant axe for a moment - it was cut to the center line by the furious axe blade, and then the person holding it twisted his wrist, like twisting a handle, to lead the axe blade to one side and stop it for a moment.

The golden mechanical bird took this opportunity to rush over and re-grab the armor of the Contemptor's Dreadnought, and then it violently hacked into the channel of this steel machine, and began to try to lock the joints and send a message to the owner of the armor, [Fulgrim Ishtar! ! Calm down! This is not him! This is not the great betrayer you know! Look carefully! This is just his disguise! This Guilliman did not betray! Look at those Ultramarines! They are pure and loyal! Don't let anger destroy your mind! It will cause irreversible tragedy! 】

Guilliman, whose disguise has become thinner due to the increase of anger and power, has already fought with Fulgrim Pallas. The feeling of hand-to-hand combat that has been separated by 9,000 years has come up again strangely, but it is different. They looked at each other in shock and anger, and each jumped out of the battle circle. Guilliman spoke first, "Who are you? Why are your swordsmanship and habits so similar to a brother I know?"

He looked at the armor on Pallas again, "Such speed, strength and weapons can only be him, and your body size can only be him, but From what I know and have witnessed, his soul has long been corrupted, and his body is also twisted. He would never agree to appear in front of people wearing such simple armor, and his swordsmanship would not be so strong and simple. Who are you?"

"That's what I want to ask." The person on the other side spoke. Although the grid distorted his voice a lot, his voice was still as refreshing and sweet as the spring in the oasis, and as elegant and soft as silk, but it suppressed a very subtle hard coldness underneath, like a gem lying quietly at the bottom of the spring, polished by the running water. Guilliman's brows jumped.

"I think you are the brother I know. Although your breath is not polluted, your appearance is so corrupt. My brother does not use any psychic power, but you are full of powerful energy. Who are you?"

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The cursed claws of the Great Predator easily crushed the armor and limbs of the Ultramarines. His magic sword could pierce the breastplate, black shell, rib plate and heart with one strike, and penetrate the body, as if they were all just a huge bubble of lies, which broke and scattered with a poke, leaving the unprotected warriors bleeding.

Despite this, the Ultramarines who were inexplicably angry continued to advance. They rushed to and killed the people who inherited the weapons and positions of the traitors. The favorite chosen by the High Heaven let out an angry howl, and shook off the Ultramarines who surrounded him like shaking off the insects crawling on his body. The combat boots stepped heavily on the ribs of the deputy commander and squeezed his lungs, causing him to spit blood. The blue of his neck and breastplate was stained with bright and dazzling red.

When the magic sword was about to strike a fatal blow at the heart of Serantus, a long sword stabbed from the side, and Draconian was doomed to never drink the blood and soul of anyone again today.

"The time has finally come. Your opponent is me. Ezekiel."

When the Great Plunderer turned his eyes almost tremblingly, ready to see any pearly white ancient armor inlaid with the Eye of Horus, he only saw silver armor and blackened shoulders, and a similar but not the emblem of the chapter in his memory.

The statue-like face frowned deeply: Is it an illusion? Damn it - it must be that the talkative false emperor believer just now reminded him of his past weaknesses - he raised the Horus claw and stretched it out casually, wanting to catch the Astartes who dared to shake him with the voice of the past legion, and use his blood -

"I must say, your claw gesture is not even as good as your father's little finger, Abaddon." The second voice was equally familiar but clean enough to make the Warmaster narrow his eyes instantly.

"Lucius?" The Great Predator carefully moved his weapon away to avoid killing the other party or the other party suddenly bumping into him, "What are you doing here? Why didn't you follow your Primarch to perform your mission?"

"My mission?" There was a hint of curiosity and pleasure in the other party's voice, "My Primarch?" At the same time, he drew out his sword and made a sword flower in his hand. This action made Abaddon more certain of the other party's identity.

"Aren't you Lucius?"

"If you are looking for Lucius, the best living swordsman of the Emperor's Children, and Lucius, the most loyal paladin of Lord Angron, then I am Lucius."

"...Angron?" The furrow between Abaddon's brows had never been so deep. "What does Angron have to do with it? Shouldn't he be leading his legion to launch an attack somewhere else at this moment? Why are you wearing their power armor and mixing with them? Where are the others? Only you? Who is he? Why can he make the voice of Gaviel Loken? A ghost?"

The swordsman who admitted that he was Lucius did not speak, and the warrior whose voice he was very concerned about spoke again.

"A ghost," Abaddon heard him speak in the voice of Gaviel Loken, "a ghost from Isstvan III."

"Ha, what a clumsy lie, how dare you deceive me." The voice of the Great Predator returned to its cold and calm state, with obvious murderous intent, "I saw, I witnessed, I saw with my own eyes, Gaviel Loken did not die on Isstvan III at all, he finally died in the Spirit of Vengeance, right in front of me, killed by Erebus, and his death even led to the birth of a demon."

The air froze for half a second.

"Oh." The other party said, "really?"

Then he took off his helmet.

"And Erebus is still fine now-it seems that you really don't like me very much."

Gaviel Loken's eyes calmly stared at the chief captain, who had become completely different from nine thousand years ago except for his face, "Thank you for telling me how I was supposed to die. It's a new experience, Ezekiel."