Warhammer: Start with a dog

Chapter 559 Navigator...?

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Just when Barabas Dantioch politely introduced his origins, the people he currently serves and who his real genetic father is, and everyone was shocked by the news from the 31st Millennium and the 4th Before his eleven thousand-year-old cousins ​​could rush forward to attack him, the warsmith, who was intelligent, steady, loyal and dependable but certainly not a soft-hearted man, smiled and raised his hands.

——In an impossible moment, ancient steel warriors poured out from all directions—the Iron Guards and the 30th garrison that once belonged to Schadenhold Fortress, and there were more tall warriors, not Ah. The Stats, but possessing the same gigantic, heavily armored, genetically engineered bodies—had taken control of them, and each loyal Space Marine was fortunate enough to be assigned two or three controllers.

The roars, roars, curses, struggles and resistance quickly disappeared. These ancient warriors who were prepared and very professional and fast inserted what was called a "U" model into some power armor interfaces that were directly connected to the black carapace neural interface. Lock, the power armor was immediately locked, and together with the soldiers inside, the armor protecting them turned into a physical cage.

"Look, we really don't have enough manpower now, and your noble highnesses are still holding their own closed-door meetings, so we can only ask you to calm down and help us. Maybe we are waiting for the announcement from your genetic father. Before the latest order asks you to cooperate with us, you can also use your own eyes to see what exactly we need from you."

"You son of the curse who sold your soul to the aliens! You are as evil as your father who deserves to be destroyed!" This is a salamander wearing a master's power armor, his red eyes burning like lava. Furious, he glared at them and spat, the acidic liquid corroding the decorative surface of the floor with a hissing sound of dissolution, "We will not succumb to your witchcraft! And you! Why?" !”

The eyes of the rest of the people and even the voyeurs were looking at a corner of the hall, where stood a neat piece of black power armor, silver mechanical prosthetics, many additional mechanical arms, tentacles and terrifying weapons, as well as white palms and Gear Mark: The Iron Hands were obviously not treated this way, but they also had no intention of rescuing their cousins.

The leader stepped forward. He was wearing a prosthetic Terminator power armor and holding the Ohm Messiah axe. Two mechanical arms unfolded from his backpack, surrounding him one on the left and one on the right. Without a helmet, the exposed face is particularly terrifying: the right eye has been replaced by a bionic eye, the right side of the skull is also completely covered by a steel skull, and the lower half of the face Starting from the nose, mouth, mandible, neck, esophagus and trachea, all were completely removed and replaced with a large number of metal prostheses and pipes. The remaining small half of the face of the entire head had almost no hair and looked as hairless as a deceased person. Angry gray skin stretched taut over the rest of his skull, and beneath his brow was a stern gray eye.

"Watch your words, son of Vulkan." He said, his voice sounding like someone striking the keys of a piano. "I am Kadan Stunus, Supreme Leader of the Council of Iron Hands. War leader, head of the clans. Do not question our honor."

"Then why don't you fight him? After listening to what he just said? Those are words that blatantly betray our creed and are unforgivably tainted." This is Lieutenant Ashar of the Raven Guard. , he led the mixed Astartes coalition to help defend Krafburg, and also successfully evacuated Cadia, and had just been brought here by Dantioch along with others.

"Because..." The war leader of the Iron Council seemed to be choked suddenly. Finally, he adjusted his respirator before answering, "Because although I am a war leader, I am also my father's son."

"What does this have to do with my question..." Lieutenant Ashar's black eyes suddenly widened, and even shed tears when he was stabbed by the light, but he stared at Cardin, "Your... your father?" ! He is back!"

The leader of the Iron Hands actually doesn't have many facial muscles or body muscles for expression, but for some reason, he looks more heartbroken, although he may no longer have a heart in the usual sense. "Yes," he then said. Waving his hand, "I want to leave here first, War Blacksmith, you and your people stay away from me, I'm afraid I won't be able to help but shoot at you with a melta gun."

"Ha! You are really out of touch." The old blacksmith let out a kind of friendly but arrogant laugh, "You are welcome, Leader Stunus. In addition, I use the dormitory and functional area layout of the Astartes dedicated deck. The compressed package has been sent to you. And we... come on, let's take care of our cousins. I hope everything will be in order later and not make this place too noisy in front of your highnesses. Discourteous."

The Iron Hands lined up and left in an orderly manner, revealing a pile of things they had previously covered...

"War Blacksmith, what should I do with what they left behind...?"

Dantioch narrowed his eyes.

In the open space behind the Iron Hands that was revealed after they left, creatures with furs, power armor, and many small bits and pieces mixed together lay all over the place. Apparently, Kadan Stunus had been here a long time ago, and although he said something rude, he had already enthusiastically moved these creatures that were once Space Wolves for them.

The other Astartes locked in the armor either looked at each other in bewilderment or made incredible noises again.

"Ah, this group..." The warsmith walked over, bent down, inserted his fingers into the hairy and rough iron-gray mane of the particularly huge wolf leader who was unconscious on the ground, and rubbed it, "...well...it definitely doesn't feel as good as...that...it's perfect...as expected..."

The warsmith stood up, with a hint of regret and nostalgia, "I remember that Master Potion Master Hong Suo once mentioned to me when he boarded the ship that he was very interested in these samples," he commanded a group of new gene sons, "We can't let them do the work we are going to do in front of the public later, so let's move them directly to the pharmacist's laboratory! I believe he can treat these Fenris...warriors better than us laymen."

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"Where are we heading now? What place have we passed? Can we jump out of the subspace? Where are we going? I don't know! But I know we can follow the first ship in the lead! The Enterprise is paving the way for us! It can bring "They are just waiting for us to move forward. As long as we stay behind its track, at least we mortals will not die or go crazy in this raging warp storm soon. What else do they want? What? They want to be given due respect and allowed to attend the meeting on the Enterprise? ! Come on! Tell them! Know your identity! Stay in your cabin honestly, and don't let me see them and their staff officers who are drilling their heads appear on the deck where they should not be! Wake up! Cadia is only in our hearts now! We are unarmed, we are equal! The Air Marshal has no planes and the Navy Marshal has only a few ships, and his navigators are all useless!" Ursaka E. Creed walked out of the room where Sergeant Garland Kell was resting, and angrily raised his head and roared at a group of messengers and staff officers who surrounded him eager to hear the latest replies and orders. His voice became hoarse due to repeated roaring orders and emphasizing his own words after losing the loudspeaker of the flag officer.

"Go back and tell your fucking superiors! Although Cadia has fallen, my authorization from the Supreme Lord is still valid! They must obey my orders! Why? On what basis?! Go back and tell them! Word for word! Now! On what basis? Just because I! Here! There are Astartes commanders from the Imperial Fists, Iron Hands and at least four other chapters willing to vouch for my position to the Ministry of Military Affairs and the Ministry of the Interior - tell them if they have forgotten that every captain of the Emperor's Angels has the status of a planetary governor and the right to sign extermination orders?! Don't forget how much those Inquisitors who followed us wanted to kill us! Just because of... Damn our good men and women who bravely faced the demons and beat them that day! - If your masters have forgotten, then I will remind you again now - I suggest that they should think more about how to deal with the members of the Inquisition! "

After all the messengers and junior staff officers hurriedly left, the corridor became empty, and the shoulders and raised chin of the Supreme Castle slowly slumped - his military coat, which was always neat and casual, became greasy and wrinkled after boarding the ship because of the continuous busyness and the fall of Sergeant Kyle who had been taking care of his life, and the edges were stained with cigar ash. His hair was no longer so neat, and many silver threads appeared on his temples in just a few days, showing patches of gray. Wrinkles were deeply imprinted on his resolute face, and the stubble that had also turned gray appeared unevenly from his square chin, making him look decades older than before.

The only thing that remained unchanged was his eyes, those determined, persistent purple eyes were now filled with fatigue and the lives and future of 30 million people.

"Ahem... Ursaka, maybe you should wash your face and shave while they are all gone for the time being," the sound of the cane came from the door behind him. Sergeant Garlan Kyle looked a little pale, but overall he seemed to be recovering from the serious injury that almost killed him. "While you wash up, I'll find a way to make your coat clean and smooth."

"You shouldn't get up like this." The Supreme Castle Lord turned around and sent his most trusted assistant, adjutant and comrade back to the room. "Rest as soon as possible, the battle is not over yet." He smiled stiffly, "I applied for a mechanical prosthesis for you to replace your leg."

"It's not a big problem. I just lost a leg, not a hand. These are all trivial matters... Go, sir, you've been too tired these days." Kyle said quietly, "You can't be tense all the time. We are temporarily safe now. You should relax a little, sir."

Creed, who took off his wrinkled military coat and threw it on the back of the sofa, paused for a moment. His broad shoulders turned his back to his flag officer and drooped to both sides in a deflated manner. He stayed there for a while.

Then the sound of him almost falling into the abyss under his feet due to exhaustion rang out in the quiet room.

"Sometimes I really don't understand, Kyle. Don't they know? We are just a group of exiles now. If we still want to survive and take revenge on the enemies who destroyed our homes, we should not anger our protectors. Don't they understand that as leaders, although the sacrifices of war are inevitable, we must protect our people, instead of letting the last people of Cadia who followed us lose the protection they should have received, just to satisfy the vanity and pride of these guys! This is meaningless. Are these principles really so difficult to understand? Kyle?"

"Maybe it's not that they don't understand," the flag-bearing sergeant still answered calmly, "or maybe they have really been away from the residential areas of ordinary residents for too long, so that they began to think they have the right to make Cadians their currency."

"As long as I live, I will not allow this to happen." Creed said finally. "Cadia stands firm, and the people are united. - This should have been the last sentence of my speech, but for some reason, the global broadcast signal was interrupted at that time, leaving only the first sentence. However, since both you and I survived, Kell, and I saw a new opportunity, I will do my best."

Sergeant Kell nodded as if he had already determined it.

"I know, Ursaka, I know, and that's why I am willing to stop the Great Predator myself for you."

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"So, where are we sailing to?! God Emperor! I can't see your glory! It's all dark and scarlet! Bless us! Have mercy on us!"

Such pitiful prayers have been continuously heard by the navigators of various warships and even the Phalanx for several days, but there is no response except that they are surprised and relieved to find that they have not been driven crazy by the horrors and scenes of the warp like countless unfortunate predecessors in the past.

There was only one ship in the entire fleet, still in the first place, sailing firmly in a certain direction, as if he could see the light there.

"So who is the navigator of the Enterprise?! What on earth does he or she rely on to determine the course?! Can't contact its navigator's room?!"

"No... Your Excellency, the answer of the Enterprise has always been 'Don't just stare at the direction of the Astronomical Torch, look at the beautiful lights elsewhere.'"

"What does he mean by this?!"

In the position of the Enterprise's most critical navigator's cabin, a steel thinker flashed a few signal lights as if grinning.