Warhammer: Start with a dog

Chapter 555 ______ Retreat-

As the particle flow gathered on the fingertips of the Great Sage of Domination gradually dissipated.

The first change that can be felt by ordinary creatures at the sensory level is the temperature.

The temperature in the underground cave where the two mechanical sages are located has reached more than 60 degrees Celsius due to the waste heat emitted by the guards gathered here and their own reactor engines, but in one tenth of a second, Caul didn't even need the built-in thermometer to tell him what happened, because his automatic circulation maintenance system had begun to add antifreeze to his pipelines-his mechanical fingertips, which had not yet been fully retracted, had begun to form thick frost.

"What?" Sage Clan turned around in confusion, "What happened? The pressure disappeared? Rules... formulas... principles... what did you do?"

"I have completed one of the greatest careers in history! Clan!" Caul looked up, as if he could see the amazing scenery tens of millions or even trillions of kilometers away through the thick rocks and soil.

"The Eye of Terror... is about to close!"

The loyal warriors who were fighting fiercely with the secret keepers, bloodletters or bird-shaped demons in the cave ahead suddenly found that these demons showed astonishment, and then their physical forms in reality began to dissolve and melt, just like a piece of meat that experienced a thousand years of decay and weathering in the blink of an eye, and finally turned into dust and even smoke, dissipating in the air.

But before the defenders began to rejoice, more severe headaches, vomiting and other symptoms appeared on themselves, causing most people here to lose their ability to move, especially those who had psychic performance or slight psychic power. Some people's hearts stopped beating on the spot, and some people let out terrifying and inhuman howls, as if their "rational" part was being forcibly stripped from their minds.

The suddenly appearing Inquisitor knelt on the ground in pain, holding her head. She was an extremely powerful psychic. The psychic lightning wrapped around her, showing her unconscious resistance and self-protection against the huge dimension of nothingness that was descending here.

The reactions of the Astartes varied, but they all observed one thing in their nausea. As the enemy demons dissipated, the Space Wolves that had pounced on them began to collapse to the ground with a crackling sound. Moreover, those parts that had mutated into beasts did not get better. On the contrary, they began to become less human. If the previous mutation seemed to be stimulated by the warp, now it was as if the inhibitory substances in their blood had been removed. The Space Wolves were now worthy of their name. Soon there were only wolves on the ground, and no Fenrisians. This made the Astartes, who were originally friendly forces, hesitate a little. Fortunately, there were several special leaders in the center who stopped their plan to "deal with" all these wolves in time. The warriors from ten thousand years ago and the warriors ten thousand years later had unknowingly split into two groups standing on both sides, looking at each other cautiously.

Similarly, the scope of this ruthless and cold invasion was so large and so strong that even the several Primarchs who were outside the stand where emergency surgery was being carried out in the middle of the battlefield were not completely spared.

Although they did not experience the intense pain of the mortal psykers around them and were still able to move, an indescribable feeling of nausea, resistance and other feelings still appeared in each of them.

But they were different.

Robert Guilliman screamed in pain, and the crown of the function curve rotating on his forehead dimmed and turned into intermittent light spots.

"Are you okay?" A concerned greeting came from the fearless loudspeaker grid. It sounded that the people inside were not affected, and the mechanical bird still looked very flexible. One eye looked at the person who was being rescued, bleeding, and treated by Hong Suo with concern, and the other eye looked in Guilliman's direction with a little concern.

"It just feels that a part..." He tried to find words, "a part... function? Was it suddenly blocked? Turned off?"

Hong Suo's voice interrupted their conversation.

"The situation is temporarily stable, but we have to move him immediately."

"What?"

"At least we have to get away from the thing above our heads that is emitting drastic reading changes - I don't care what it is, my medical instrument readings tell me that this phenomenon will be extremely detrimental to his recovery. It may even cause consequences similar to permanent brain damage."

They looked at each other.

"...Then there is no time to lose. As for who did this, let's talk about it after we leave."

"I will do the transmission and organization."

"I will gather the manpower."

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"I want to talk to the Warmaster."

After sending out communication requests for countless times, Mokas was clumsily and hard repairing the damaged Blackstone Fortress while constantly looking forward to the Warmaster's response.

Is he seriously injured? She was very worried about him, how she wanted to teleport to his side immediately!

Finally, she saw the Spirit of Vengeance turn around and sail towards her, and the flame of warmth and hope ignited in her heart again.

She knew that her father would not abandon her...

But the communication holographic panel flashed a few times, and she saw the face of a girl who was indifferent but full of killing intent.

Spirit of Vengeance, Ushio.

"He is injured. He needs treatment and rest now, and cannot talk to you."

Mokas's heart tightened, "What about father?! Teleport me there! I want to see him! I want to guard him!"

"That's not necessary. Little pet." The girl stared at her with cold eyes, "If you hadn't been too noisy and woke up Lord Abaddon, he would still be resting now."

"I'm sorry...I..."

"There is no need to say sorry, because his meaning is very clear, and the strategic plan later has been passed to my meditator."

"What's the plan?" Mocas asked in panic, "Teleport me there first! Please!"

The Spirit of Vengeance did not answer. Her huge hull moved gracefully, and then began to push the central part of the Blackstone Fortress.

The fear of being unable to control herself swept through the Daughter of the Black Stone.

-The vengeful spirit was pushing her down a downward trajectory.

"No—! I want to see the Warmaster! I want to see my father! Father! You don't understand! I am Draula Abaddon! My father promised me! My father will promise! I am Abaddon's daughter! He is right I reached out my hand!"

But there were no more replies in the newsletter.

The panicked and sad Mocas was disgusted by the Blackstone Fortress, and the blackstone implants all over her body became extremely painful. She shouted, and the name her father and she had given to herself fell towards Cardia.

come down.

Impact.

The third continent of Cadia was hit by a falling fortress.

It cracked in the middle, shattered, sunk.

Tsunamis hundreds of meters high are sweeping across the remaining land, the sky is falling, the core of the earth is exposed, and the seal disappears.

Subsequently, the towers on the Elisian Plains collapsed one after another in the cracks of the earth. The interference of the corrupted materials of the Blackstone Fortress caused their newly formed resonance to lose its perfect resonance.

The Eye of Terror has just been half closed.

opened again.

No, it wasn't even reopened. With the destruction of this ancient giant structure, the fluctuations in the supreme sky came back so violently that the Eye of Fear shed immaterial black and red tears - it was like the eye that was about to burst out in the real universe. A huge blood blister.

Anyone could tell that something was coming out.

Unstoppable.

The temporary small-scale retreat was quickly replaced by the final code name.

Except for a few carrier ships that the Cadian fleet desperately launched towards the ground, the eyes of the Cadian people who escaped the earthquake, fire and tsunami reflected two colors of hope: a large number painted in Imperial Fist yellow and a Vehicles such as gun-silver Stormbirds and Thunderhawks are landing at various survivor gathering points densely and at high speed, like raindrops of hope.

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The reader in the office on the Iron Blood has read the last few parts of the book describing the Battle of Cadia. He turned over the page, read the new content, and slowly frowned.

"What's wrong?" Perturabo BC also tightened his eyebrows with a long black and white beard, making his face look solemn and full of fate. While he was asking, he was still moving quickly. Magna, who had finally woken up in the next room, was nervously making actuarial assessments and assumptions, comparing and defining various statements and accumulated profit and loss values, and Make maximum estimated losses, conduct verification of implicit reserves and final adjustments, etc.

"...Well, I just don't like what I read about the Daughter of the Blackstone and the Fall of the Fortress."

"Really?" The Lord of Steel paused, "But that's good. For a child who thinks he has a father."

"Can I ask why? This seems so depressing, like a punch to cotton."

"Believe me, this is better than facing Abaddon in person and calling him father with great hope, only to be told that you are a tool and useless. At least she died with a little self-persuasion. fantasy.”

"Uh... maybe? After all, we can't know what comfort is in other people's hearts."

"Maybe."

"Okay,... In addition, given this precise narrative angle, I hope the narrator is fine."

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Panting, Captain Hannah Ketzlar grasped the arm of Ravs on her shoulder, and was rushing across the positions plowed open by artillery fire from both sides, rushing to the designated evacuation point. .

Because the Iron Wolf Company followed Master Honso and the others into underground combat, Hannah, as a pilot, stayed at Clough Castle and also received an order to retreat.

"Hannah," Ravs whispered in her ear.

The captain gritted his teeth and did not answer.

"Hannah," he said again, struggling to move his newly conscious legs.

She just grabbed him harder to prevent him from sliding down, and led him forward step by step.

"Hannah," he almost begged, "put me down and stay here, and then you can definitely catch the last few evacuating ships."

"Shut up!" the heroic female pilot replied viciously, "I thought of this when I said I wanted to save you! You don't need to say any more! I can take the two of us there!"

"But..." The weak machine gunner wanted to say something else, but suddenly a strong force came from his feet, almost pulling Katezlar to the ground.

"I said I won't leave you! Or we will die together in Cadia! My mother is also buried here, and we will stay here! This is our tomb! What the hell are you doing...? !”

The angry red-haired girl turned her head and was about to complain about the weight that Lavs had added to her, but her cracked and dry lips froze immediately: her most trusted companion and lover was gritting his teeth, trying to pry open a hand that was holding his weak ankle.

That hand.

It was a hand with half-decomposed flesh, hanging on the pale skeleton like gray-yellow jelly and dry leather.

It was definitely not a hand belonging to a living person.

What's going on? ! What is this? !

She swallowed the scream that was about to come out, pulled out the tool knife on her calf, and began to help Lavs cut off the dead fingers that were holding him tightly and almost sunk into the flesh.

"Let's get out of here quickly."

"Leave me here, and give me a pistol, I can guarantee your safety in my sight, just like when we were in heaven. ... Hannah." Lavs pleaded with her again.

"Shut up! I risked my soul to believe that the Astartes doctor who looked like a super villain wearing imperial armor was a good person with professional ethics, not to abandon you at this time! Rafus!"

"One of us must survive! The Cadians will never die! Hannah! I hope that person can be you!"

As they were talking and stumbling forward, several arms that had just begun to rot or had turned into bones stretched out and tried to grab them.

Suddenly, a burst of gunfire, a row of vehicles and a group of soldiers rushed over.

"What are you still dawdling for?!"

Captain Helske of the 24th Cadia Regiment leaned out of the troop carrier, and next to her sat an Astartes wearing silver armor and a steel mask.

"Come on! The dead here have resurrected! Hurry up!"

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As the Cadian Gate was completely opened by the scarlet wave, more and more dead felt the call of Chaos and began to join the army of zombies to catch any living people left on this rock that was about to break.

All the ships filled with retreating Cadians, who had abandoned their equipment and burdens and only took away Cadian soil, started to flee the sinister gravitational vortex formed when the planet was broken.

Some smaller ships were running at full engine power, but still swaying. At this time, the Mountain Array and the Enterprise were in front of the chaotic cosmic ray particles and gravitational magnetic field vortex. Their size was large enough to block a small part of the shock wave and gravitational vortex, especially the Enterprise. If the Mountain Array was a mainstay that protected the retreating fleet behind, then the Enterprise was a clever albatross, spreading its wide wings and cleverly changing the angle of the chaotic space-time torrent that washed the shields in front of the two giant ships, rescuing more ships that could not escape the trap of the laws of cosmic physics.

Just as the last small boat finally started its engine and began to make a close-range jump.

There was a loud noise, like the cry of a wicked child, and like the first cry of an evil god.

Cadia, the only and original fortress world before the Eye of Terror.

Completely cracked.

There was no more obstruction in front of the Scarlet Road.

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This retreat was eventually called the "Great Cadia Retreat" in the accounts of imperial historians. Most of the first-hand records of the process were lost or strictly sealed, but in the end, 30 million of Cadia's 850 million residents were miraculously evacuated - many researchers claim that this number is impossible because no ship can transfer so many people at once in a short period of time, but the colonial fleet and several new Cadian auxiliary corps formed afterwards indicate that the population transferred was at least close to this number.

It is still unknown which ship was able to carry so many people at the time, but more reliable and mainstream research believes that it may be that the Phalanx and a merchant ronin dynasty fleet that had just arrived to participate in the war just happened to save so many retreaters. The dynasty fleet was empty and had good mobility, so it was able to pick them up in time.