Warhammer: Start with a dog

Chapter 551 Everyone is using pseudonyms, hahaha, then I feel relieved...right?

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"If what I witnessed that day changed anything forever, I would say that I fundamentally realized that I had underestimated the confidence and arrogance of the emperor sitting on the throne of Terra because of my selfish desire to free the people from the Eternal Guard. I can't believe that someone dared to create twenty such creatures, and then let them lead the children to carry out the most brutal part of the war, and told them that they are human beings like us, so they must always stand in front of humans. Oh my God! He thought they would never grow up. , robots without their own brains? ! I can only say that fortunately there are a few of them who seem to be the most normal people who took over the responsibility. Otherwise, I really can't imagine what terrible things will happen to humans - all of us - and our souls after the Great Rift opens. I don't even want to assume it. "

——————Excerpt from the memoir written by the Supreme Castle Lord Ursaka E. Creed himself, the first handwritten draft of "The Fall and Rebirth of Cadia", an unofficial version, this version is stored in (data hidden), prohibited from publication, prohibited from copying, and only for those with permission to come and consult.

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When the surviving Cadia soldiers retreated, they heard terrible screams coming from the tunnel hall behind them.

It was a sound that would only be made after the mixture of fear and the deepest despair.

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"Hey, we are Astartes, and Astartes will not be afraid."

Tariq Torgaddon raised his weapon and smiled with eight teeth showing when he blocked the way of the warmaster who tried to retreat in fear on the other side, "Remember? Ezekiel?"

The Great Predator roared in confusion and fury like a beast forced into a corner. The invisible, dim and powerful power of the High Heaven fermented inside his skin, tearing off the veil of tenderness towards him, but his combat skills and strength were unquestionable. The blessing of the dark gods and more combat experience helped him.

The warmaster waved the claw of Horus to hold the sword of Garviel Loken, and tried to swing Draconion to pierce Torgaddon's heart.

The magic sword roared excitedly. Such a wonderful murder and such an intimate connection happened between the souls of the warriors who were shining and burning like stars here.

"Of course! Horus is dead! And you! You are dead too! You too! You all!" He roared, the power of darkness wrapped around his only remaining human head, "You died a long time ago! Tariq! Damn you died in Isstvan! You became Thomas Gardon! And they killed you again on Terra! Loken killed you!"

Loken's jaw tightened, he raised his power sword and chopped at the weak point of Abaddon's armor, but even the power weapon specially built by the Destiny Steel Armory seemed to have difficulty in causing real damage to this Terminator's body. The surface of the armor was cracked, and the situation inside was dull and deep, emitting a strong smell of sulfur and corruption. The light of the blade disappeared as if it was sucked into a black hole. Shadow Moon Wolf pulled back the blade with horror, fortunately, its surface position shook a few times and recovered again.

"Oh, so I can hit you harder today?" said the Astartes with the voice and face of Abaddon's former colleague on the Shadowmoon Council. "It sounds like I have two chances after all."

"The dead should lie in your grave." Abaddon said gloomily, and at the same time he recovered from his initial surprise, he began to move, the cave vibrated, more Nightstone and ordinary stone fragments peeled off and fell finely, like a whirlpool, a tornado, an avalanche, a tsunami or a mudslide, the embodiment of the Scourge, now descending here.

The primarch-sized claws fell fiercely towards his head, and Torgaton raised his weapon to block it. The sharp and piercing friction sounded unpleasantly between his blade and claw. At the same time, he drew his bolter and fired several shots at his braided head amid the vicious curse of the Warmaster-then he was surprised to find that he could not penetrate the defense of the Warmaster's face, just like some hunters from other dimensions.

Even so, if it were any other warrior, they would not even be able to fight against the now blessed warmaster. However, the other two members of the Shadow Moon Council knew Abaddon well and their new armor provided them with stronger and faster mobility, so they were able to join forces to attack their former colleague. However, they were also surprised to find that Abaddon had indeed become much stronger than they remembered and was already a strong enemy.

Neither Loken nor Torgadon asked Abaddon a key question: why, as the chief captain, he would equip the Claw of Horus as a weapon, but each of their swords carried a silent, deeper, more sad and pure revengeful anger, for one person, for many people.

The blade was raised high, the bomb flew out, the blade fell, and the claw blade intersected.

Around them, the past and the present, the dead and the betrayed roared at each other with war cries that no one had shouted for ten thousand years, and began to continue the battles that had not been concluded ten thousand years ago.

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Just as the Shadow Moon Council was fiercely fighting for the first time in thousands of years, on the other side of the melee battlefield, the Primarchs—mainly Fulgrim Ishtar and Robert Mercury Kiri Man finally stopped with doubts due to the efforts of Ferrus Garuda Manus and Fulgrim Pallas.

Of course, part of the main reason for this may be that the Thirteenth Primarch has become too old and powerful due to some kind of anti-theft medicine, and some domineering leaks have occurred due to the power that the tyrant does not want to point out.

As a result, the precious and sophisticated illusion camouflage device produced by the Lord of Steel has become overloaded. The face and figure originally covered by the illusion camouflage have begun to become obvious and can no longer deceive the viewer as perfectly as before. the mind and eyes of the reader.

The short golden hair covered the shaved scalp covered with scriptures, the smooth and plump forehead replaced the horned skull, and the baby blue eyes replaced the amber pupils. The scrolls looked more like a variant of the Seal of Purity. The blood-red armor gradually revealed the beautiful luster of ultramarine in the eyes of Serantes and the others who were lying on the ground unable to move and were dying with joy.

It's just that the true appearance of this armor is very rough and crude compared to these glorious veterans from thousands of years ago. Apart from the hastily painted ultramarine blue, there is no decoration at all, and there are a large number of exposed rivets and patches, as if it lacks It was pieced together by craftsmen with time and experience. It is hard to imagine that the Thirteenth Primarch wore this thing and fought against the Dauntless Contemptor, which was more flexible than imagined, for such a long time.

——It’s not right to say that the Contemptor Dreadnought is not right. Why does a Dreadnought not use heavy firepower nor install power claws or siege fists, but instead perform high-speed swordsmanship? The key is that it is really fast? Fast enough to fight a Primarch in close combat?

The black-armored giant who rushed in to separate them was even more daring for a skilled man. Who was he? Which noble and brave Primarch is this? Why would he hide his personal crest and Legion emblem and wrap himself in the colors of the Iron Hands Legion? The reason why he will not be marked as the original body of the Iron Hands is because Ferrus Manus's appearance is so distinctive that no one will mistake him for the pair of silver hands, and this man obviously does not have the famous pair of silver hands. Iron hand.

"I am..." Just when he was about to open his mouth, the surrounding space seemed to darken for a moment, and the sound of huge wings and claws flapping and rubbing impatiently came from outside reality in a creepy way.

"It's you!!! Great!!!" A shout full of surprise interrupted his words, and the storm of the subspace piled up outside the curtain, roaring and unable to be released.

Coming from the tunnel entrance ahead with the wild wolves who came to support, it was Hong Suo, the master of the Iron Blood laboratory, the former war blacksmith, and the Chief Pharmacy Master of the Iron Lord(s). His eyes were shining brightly. Huidi stared at the strange Iron Hand Fearless, almost with tears in his eyes. "F...Captain Ishtar Sad!"

Robert I want to ask a question Guilliman paused, turned his head and looked at Fearless and his mechanical bird, "Captain Ishtar Sad? Huh?"

The body language of the black-armored giant also showed a clear tendency to be curious.

A gratified voice also came from the loudspeaker of the Contemptor, avoiding this small question, "Honso? Is it you? Is it really you?"

"It's me! Ah! It's me! Sir!" The look on the Potion Master's face has never been so sincere, "The Lord of Black and White! I finally see you! You know how I live my life!!! !”

"I believe you and I are both sad. But there are some things that need to be confirmed first at this moment." Wuwei's tone immediately became calm after seeing the face of one of the iconic members of the Destiny Steel, "Pharmacist Master, please tell me , Can he be trusted?" Ishtar raised his power finger and pointed in Guilliman's direction.

"Yes, of course," Honso immediately gave a satisfactory answer, "His... treatment was done by me personally, and everything was monitored from beginning to end. You can trust him completely—— "Suddenly, the Potion Master saw the Ultramarines at their feet and the legion emblems on their shoulders. At the same time, he recalled an old anecdote that had been circulating in the Eye of Terror for a long time. His expression suddenly changed, "But I think you are still here. We need to communicate properly again! Don’t let any misunderstandings arise!”

"But this moment is not the right place to sit down and talk." The black-armored giant said, and the golden Garuda quietly fell back on the fearless shoulders, pretending to be a mechanical creature.

The man named Pallas split open the head of a bloody hound that was charging towards them with his backhand. Then he raised his saber and pointed it at the three people who were obviously at a disadvantage. After the battle and arrival, they rushed towards Abaddon. The descendants of Russ, and there are more and more demons here, too many, because the subspace particles in the air here are so rich that the demons can condense entities. The influence of the four dark gods on reality is here. reached some kind of peak.

Each of them noticed the rapid changes under the blue-gray armor. The hair, fangs, skull deformation and joint reflexion. Owen Gaogang seemed to have not seen him, roaring and waving his power ax and rushed forward. Draconion and the Claw of Horus were entangled with the two moon wolves. Even so, they also caused a lot of damage to the wild wolves. Weapons were broken, armor was shattered, fangs, fur and claws were damaged. Fragments flying with blood——

"I will not lose!" The Warmaster roared, Draconian swept across, cutting off anything on the path ahead, and more and more demonic entities surrounded him, blocking attacks from all directions for him, "I will win! Yesterday's ghosts cannot stop my conquest! I will conquer everything! Blood, pain, faith and soul! You yourself, and the world you want to protect! Will all be conquered by us in the end!"

As the Great Predator roared, two sharp and short cracking sounds were heard: Loken and Torgadon's weapons were cut off by the sharp and unmatched magic swords, and more and more demons accompanied by the Black Legion's Terminators launched a counterattack against the defenders and reinforcements like a tide, and the situation of everyone in the cave once again seemed precarious.

"Let them retreat." Fearless said, "This will only lead to their death. Only we can stop the Anointed One now."

"This is a bit difficult," said the black-armored giant. Guilliman noticed again that although the two of them had similar speaking habits, they had completely different voices and experiences. "The Ultramarines should be able to retreat as ordered, but these Space Wolves and this team of Salamanders-" He pointed to several other locations in the cave, "The Capek Eagle Snipers led by the Inquisitor, this team of Vostroyans and Tanis, although I don't know what's going on, obviously do not belong to the command sequence here."

He paused and looked at Guilliman and Honso, "Not belonging, right?"

"I don't even know which crack they jumped out of. There was no sign before."

"But they are all on our side, that's enough." Guilliman shook the huge axe blade casually, like a gladiator, and the Ultramarines from Amatulla gasped.

"Well said." The black-armored giant chuckled, put away his saber, and also drew out his gear-powered axe, "Let's go together?"

"You go first." The eyes of the Thirteenth Primarch flashed with a complex look, "I don't want you to stand behind me, but I must admit that you are the most suitable at this moment."

Palas flicked his tongue, "I am not him."

"I estimated a little."

"But you certainly didn't guess all. But this is enough at the moment. Rescue for me?"

Guilliman took the pistol handed to him by the other party. This is a real ancient weapon. "Aren't you afraid that I will shoot you first with the first shot of the two shots, and then shoot him with the second shot?"

"So, I am not him." The tail of this sentence was still echoing in front of them, and the black-armored warrior had rushed to the front of the Great Plunderer.