Warhammer: Start with a dog

Chapter 580: Trying your best to defeat the enemy...

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"I don't believe you."

Although the gatekeepers of the Hera Fortress performed their duties as promised to the "Primarch Saint" by Maneus Calgar, who did not know whether he was alive or dead at this moment, he put a group of strange human beings with alien shapes into the tightly guarded fortress. , and showed them the way very faithfully.

but.

As we all know, when there are no accidents, accidents will happen at this time.

This is especially true in a universe with an architect of destiny.

Especially when the chapter you belong to is called the Ultramarines, and your second company commander happens to be a man named Cato Sicarius this year - of course, this is certainly not talking about the second company commander of the Ultramarines at the same time. There are a little too many people online.

And this Cato Sicarius has not even suffered a beating from the society of subspace.

Then, even if he became an Ultramarine, the Second Company Commander, who still never forgets the title of Grand Duke of Thalasa he inherited when he was a mortal, would do something similar - in nine popular fantasy knight novels, he condescends on the street and tries to suppress the just now with his identity. The Archmage who enters the city but is not easy to mess with at first glance, The classic combination of a pointed-eared elf, a mechanical alchemist, a devout woman with obvious superpowers, and a paladin has such a lack of vision that it makes people wonder how he got such an important position as the second company commander, and whether there is any It is not surprising that there is such a black box level of dementia behavior.

"You can't go there!"

His Excellency Grand Duke Cato Sicarius stood at the door of the garden square leading to the Solemn Temple, with his arms folded and his chest raised and his belly raised. His ultramarine power armor shone with gold everywhere, and his hips were covered with the most His beloved long sword hung on a good leather belt, and his combat boots were polished to a shine - the boots were so shiny that they could kill mosquitoes, indicating that they must have taken two slaves a full three hours and four belts. Greased Glock leather to rub.

"You look too suspicious. I can't just let you meet my master like this."

At this time, this group of visitors looked at me, and I looked at you. Finally, the living saint stepped forward, slightly folded her wings, and floated lightly in front of the macho man.

"Look directly at me, Cato Sicarius of Thalasa. If you are still a warrior loyal to the Empire and the Emperor, you will not mistake the radiance of His blessings in me. I am It is a manifestation of His will, and I am inspired by Him to bring you the good news that your father will be reborn. You should get out of the way, and we will pass by, and you will receive your crown."

She was not wearing a helmet, and Sicarius' extremely arrogant and critical eyes glanced from the living saint's peaceful and smooth ivory face to her smooth and black hair as black as ebony, and then looked at her from the rosette on the hilt of her sword. Glorious wings, when he discovered that the charming silver and gold wings seemed to really spread out from the muscles under the armor, there was a look of obvious sneer on that face.

"Mutants," he said haughtily. "Union with the aliens. Ha."

The second company commander's mind seemed indeed to have been blessed by some strange stubbornness. His observation and understanding of the Living Saint was a little different from everyone else's, and he became even more arrogant. He seemed to completely ignore the obviously sullen Battle Sisters and Black Templars behind the Living Saint. He also completely ignored the Domineering Sage, Inquisitor and Gray Knight with shining silver armor towering in front of him. The existence of the Paladins.

"This situation only deepens your suspicion! Beautiful lady, although you do wear a nun-like power armor and have the most saint-like face I have ever seen, as far as I know, We ordinary humans can't grow wings." He raised his chin triumphantly and pointed at the back of the shocked living saint. "Although you are so affectionate to me, I will not be fooled! You can't coax me, I will see through every sweet word you say and remain unmoved."

"I am deeply shocked that there are some among you humans whose arrogance can lead to absurdity to the level of eighty-five percent of that of my dark cousins. Are all Ultramarines like this?"

Efreni unfolded her blade fan, covering the lower half of her face like an ancient palace lady - this was a subtle expression of disdain and disdain for this Comorian succubus who had tried various paths. It means "I don't want to talk to this kind of being".

The Black Templar Marshal, who was also too shocked to immediately rush to beat up this desperate blue-painted cousin, even replied to the female alien in surprise.

"No, no, he is just a special case. We Space Marines are really not like this..."

Then the Aeldari laughed softly as they looked at the marshal who suddenly fell silent and began to confess.

The Inquisitor pushed her way through the crowd on her power heels, striding forward, almost angrily raising her rosette and pressing it to the nose of this "walking embodiment of hubris."

"Watch it carefully! Boy! This is the sacred and supreme right granted to me by the Emperor and the Inquisition! As one of the highest-ranking Inquisitors in the entire sector, I have the right to lead my team into the Hera Fortress to inspect! The Ultramarines ! Get out of your way, or I'll blast you and your power armor away from here!"

"Then you can give it a try," Sicarius spread his arms without any care or fear. "If you can really knock me down, you can pass through here! Inquisitor! Your power cannot overpower me! I am Cato Sicarius! The magical Sicarius!"

"Why is this conversation so familiar? It reminds me of some ancient novels and books I read when I was very young..." Malcador muttered in a low voice while squinting his eyes to observe this ultramarine who suddenly appeared in the middle of the road. , ready to teach him a lesson, but out of some sophisticated caution about things that suddenly appeared, he still took a brief look at the fate of the second company commander.

"...Why is his fate line... so thick and chaotic? This is impossible! He is still a real human being?! How can any real mortal survive this level of time and space chaos without going insane?! Wait! Next...this completely different powerful but cautious familiar feeling..."

"You feel it too." Ahriman, who had never taken off his helmet since the battle in the webway, walked up to him, "This warrior... there was an accident in his lifeline. Due to the triple reinforcement and distortion unintentional by the King of Kings, he has no memory or has his memory reset. He experienced different fates but was not completely erased, resulting in his body and soul being far stronger than he should be. However, he lacked the knowledge to control them, thus unconsciously becoming something "People" who are led away by these beings with strong inertia but no self-awareness. "

"...It's hard for me to tell whether he is extremely lucky or unlucky." Macado frowned, "This kind of coincidence is even better than a coincidence. Such a person actually exists. "

"At least I personally consider it a blessing for him. This means that he is more resistant to the corruption of Chaos than my brothers. He is immune to any corruption except for certain conceptual events. Given the nature of his existence , it's not a coincidence that he appears here, although everything goes smoothly for him. By chance, he just had an idea and came here to do these things. He didn't feel any problems, and the people around him would also think that he usually had no problems, but he has essentially become a person who is destined to a certain destiny. The braiding style is like a giant unopened knot."

"You are saying that he has become a specific but unconscious conceptual creature, and will definitely be activated to take specific actions at a certain event point, just like a biological instinct."

"Although it's not a hit, it's not far off. Since he was 'activated' when he met us, it means that at least some of his concepts are only aimed at the problem of our fate line conflicts - this is why we have always said, Even fishing for pebbles from the river of destiny is still a technical job. Not everyone can be a destiny weaver. This is a living case that has not been dealt with properly. If we don't deal with it properly, it's hard to say what will happen to him in the end. We have to find a way to 'straighten out' him and try to let him join in. in the fate line pattern, rather than letting the knot remain - there will be other risks."

"What should I say? Could it be that he will leave his own river and even flow into the fork of Ascension Demon?"

The Grand Master of the Gray Knights looked at Sicarius carefully, "...His destiny does have a dry channel of a shallow stream leading to the Silver Palace, indicating that such a thing has happened at least once, so we It's best not to mention anything related to this in front of him, I'm worried that it will trigger some temptations from beings who are already looking at me."

"Then what to do now? We have to find a way to get him out of the way or... destroy him before we can move forward. The right window of time is not long... Oh, hell, there are hell flying dragons, screaming flying sharks and terror in the sky Claw?" The old man raised his head and squinted his eyes to look at the countless black spots and flames that were getting bigger and bigger in the upper atmosphere.

The deafening sound of artillery was heard from the entrance of the fortress they had just passed, and the fortress's anti-aircraft battery began to fire at full strength.

"It's the Terror Claw. Those demons are obviously acting as shields to protect them from landing. The first wave of airdrops from the Black Legion has already begun, so we have to get to the Sovereign Temple before the second wave at the latest to be able to barely catch up. The threads we brought.”

"——Ah, it seems that the Inquisitor was so irritated by him that she drew her gun. Do you think she can destroy or blast him away?"

"She can't do it." The Grand Master of the Gray Knight just shook his head and did not say the next half of the sentence. - Her thread of fate was only created for this thread. Haven't you noticed that among this group of people with names? Only a few people? Her name and soul have reached the other side of the sea of ​​stars. What is here is just a shadow of the past when she wants to complete the work. Most of the people here are, but——

"There's no time to delay, so it's time for me to give it a try."

After a burst of fire and roar, the judge was indeed defeated, and the confidence of the blue roadblock, which became more gorgeous and larger, was increased by three points. "Cato Sicarius" smiled proudly, Suddenly, I don’t know where it came from The background music that popped up struck everyone's ears, mixed with loud and powerful laughter and declarations, "I! Cato Sicarius! So powerful! Invincible! I was born to be the next Ultramarines Chapter Long!"

"Then we really need to discuss the selection of this chapter leader with Robert Guilliman later - as the Primarch of the Ultramarines, I believe Guilliman can still handle his son. ”

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Malcador stepped forward, the flame on the top of his staff blazing again, the power enough to move stars and fill the sea was concentrated in the small area on the top of the staff, and turned into a ball of pure energy and shot towards "Cato Sicarius" standing in the middle of the road - in the long black shadow dragged by the feet of the Second Captain of the Ultramarines illuminated by the white-gold flame, the thick darkness itself has begun to become larger and darker than his body.

Ahriman's eyepiece stared coldly at the darkness under Sicarius' feet. If they still couldn't solve Sicarius' "problem" after the Unliving who echoed with the Warp began to sprout primitive consciousness, then he could only use some forbidden and tough means to break "him".

Such a tough approach would indeed leave a scorched hole in the fabric of fate, but it would be much better than the whole pattern being woven messy later.

"This is impossible." Malcador's whisper made Ahriman look away and look at the middle of the road.

"Someone is behind this," Ahriman immediately judged. "According to your caution along the way and your non-existent identity, your attack should be effective in theory. Besides, you just wanted to replace him instead of destroying him, right? It was a very delicate and cautious approach."

"Of course." Malcador stroked his staff, a look of doubt on his face, "The spell I just used can even move a whole asteroid into the gap between time and space. As you said, I am a person who "does not exist" on this lifeline, so my attack should work on him who is also "conflicted". If he cannot be moved away, there must be some "concept" in him that we don't know about."

"Cato Sicarius" did not move at all and was unharmed after being attacked by such psychic energy. Even his shiny boots were not stained with a bit of dust. This abnormal realization has exceeded the physical scope of real combat, indicating that someone is trying to muddy the waters behind the scenes by taking advantage of the fate of the second captain who had problems.

Ahriman could figure out who would do such a crazy thing with his toes.

"Okay. Brothers, help me..."

"Ah, why are you so slow? I'm bored of smearing the blood of Guilliman's offspring on his face--"

"Sikalius"'s wild laughter stopped abruptly, and his face, which was slowly growing feathers and horns, was slowly split into three in front of them, and two long claws tore him from the head.

"......?"

Malcador stared at the "person" who appeared behind him with a smile showing his white teeth.

His brain was roaring, blood was flowing backwards, and his heart was beating like a drum.

This feeling...

Then he roared for the first time in ten thousand years.

"Why are you here?!!! What did you say you did to Guilliman?!!!!!!!!!"