Warhammer: Start with a dog

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"Even if you don't want to be a well-behaved prince or general, but want to be a traitor or heretic with a particularly disgusting but cool appearance, you still have to study hard. Otherwise, when you want to summon a cool demon but find that you can't even understand or draw the diagram of your sacrificial ritual array, you will know how important reading, mathematics and geometry are. If you don't know this, you can only rely on those who hold the classics, and more hosts participating in similar ceremonies do not mean that things will be easier or better. In fact, most of the time, it's just the opposite."

"What does it matter? How simple it is. Didn't you say that all my descendants have lived longer than me, know more things, and have more knowledge in their heads? Then don't I just need to catch a descendant who can draw for me immediately..."

"Shut up."

"Okay, I'll shut up about this. Then we When will the heavy sword fighting course start? I promise I won't talk too much. "

"If you still have energy left, go to the mill in the west of the city. The harvest is good this year."

"Hey! I won't go! Every time I go there, they stuff wheat grains into the millstone! It's definitely because they feel sorry for their donkeys who have to eat grass and I'm free labor!"

"Would you like to eat some oil cakes? After pulling the cakes, you carry a bag of flour and eat all the snacks prepared in the kitchen."

"I'm growing! I'm hungry! I'm so hungry that I can swallow the whole world! Well, if you cook it yourself. I need a lot of Grox oil and leeks, you'd better make more, so that I can have the rest as a midnight snack when I read the history of war in the evening."

"Of course, I will press the edges of each cake and fry it until it is crispy and golden, so that you can eat them while they are hot."

The golden smell of roasted gravel and dry wheat straw outside the city blew past.

There was old, dried blood buried in the gravel, but it had also been diluted by the smell of medical herbs and cleanliness that had been cleaned on time.

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When the creature who called himself "Julius", who might have been an Astartes, or might never have been, gathered his vast psychic power into one stream and rushed towards Varro Digris, the first thing the Chief Librarian realized was how huge the other party's "existence" was on the scale of the Warp Vision - as a powerful psychic who had faced the terrifying will of the Hive through a glimpse of a psychic node creature, even he was like a mortal child in front of the power of this creature.

Nevertheless, thinking of the senior officers who were taken away by the Unliving, the almost collapsed Calgar, and the Primarch who was now completely abducted by the heretics and whose whereabouts were unknown - thinking of how long they had been deceived by this existence in front of them and how much time they had wasted in finding the Primarch, and the fact that the Primarch was perhaps getting farther away from the Ultramarines every minute and every second, the sudden pain from his heart allowed Varro Digris to hold back the throbbing of fear that surged from his biological instinct.

He took a deep breath, his chest heaving, and opened himself up, like a trembling person putting his head alive on a plate and personally offering it to some unpredictable powerful creature.

The Chief Librarian trembled as he felt something intangible yet existent, which was passing through the psychic hood of the Librarian's power armor that protected his mind and brain. The ancient protective scriptures and protective patterns engraved on it were all powerless. They could not stop it, just like the foam rising from the surface of the abyss, which could easily pass through the solid fences and barbed wire, flowing through all his protections, and then seeping into every groove and every end of his brain and began to occupy every gap in his heart.

For a moment, Varo Diglis seemed to have returned to that moment, the moment when he first encountered the psychic brain beast when the Leviathan Hive Fleet attacked. The monster killed his brother in front of him, and then peeled his mind open alive on the spiritual level with the hive mind behind it. The huge, distant, rancid, hungry evil will pressed down heavily, and the strong, never-relieving hunger was like a living hell, almost shattering all of Digris's reason and dignity, forcing him to struggle to experience the emptiness of the empty stomach that could eventually devour itself...

In this moment that seemed like eternity, a small part of Digris's perception was still working, telling him that his psychic hood coil was currently overloaded, and the pure marks on his body were igniting one after another without fire. The legendary Malcador Staff that once helped him resist the will devouring was now silent, as if it had lost all the abilities that the legend of the imperial hero had given it to guide Digris to fight against evil with the fact that Malcador himself appeared in Macragge.

Suddenly, his cold, naked, and trembling soul was embraced and lifted up by a solid force that exuded gentle warmth. For a moment, Digris thought he was surrounded by Calgar's arms, just as his chapter leader would stride over to help up the Librarian who was exhausted due to excessive use of psychic energy after they won a crucial or difficult battle.

But the next second he found that it was just an illusion under his mental shock. This was the spiritual energy from the existence above. Although it was different from the light of the Emperor that his fingertips had touched, it was not golden, but it was also shining and had a familiar feeling, just like primitive humans seeing a flickering bonfire in a cave in the dark wilderness.

The chief think tank tiredly struggled to raise his eyelids to look, but what came into view was the bright face that looked exactly like the face of their genetic father that every ultramarine had seen during countless meditations and circuits. Now those shining blue eyes were looking at him with concern and a little worry.

Such superimposed stimulation was too private and intimate for the think tank leader of the Ultramarines, but to some extent, he was informed by the thoughts transmitted from the other party that such a deep infusion was a kind of protection for his safety. The thought gave the chief think tank some comfort.

Diglis trembled and continued to exhale a long breath. He leaned on the staff to prevent his legs from kneeling or showing the slightest timidity, so that the other party's spiritual energy tendrils could completely wrap him up and firmly carry him in. Some kind of dream world, a certain differential dimension of time and space, or it may be a space-time bubble created by the powerful spiritual power of metaphysics.

Then another long second or seconds passed.

The chief think tank felt his boots stepping on some kind of ground that felt different from the marble floor of the banquet hall.

"Where...is this?"

He looked around and was surprised to find that he was standing in an ancient cave that was obviously man-made but very rough. Some bloody and primitive sacrifices were being performed on the sacrificial pit and high platform beside him. Ten piercing spears surrounded the sacrificial pit. , the base of the spear is full of accumulated years Blood and excrement, the spears are now impaled with human corpses wearing primitive leather clothes - each of them was pierced upright on the spear, and the spear tip with the remnants of internal organs was widely spread out from them. As if extending from a howling mouth, stabbing at the craggy roof of the cave.

A pale-skinned girl with long curly hair and abstract primitive worship symbols tattooed all over her body was holding the priestess' staff and chanting incantations in a language that Diglis had never heard of in the sacrifice pit. While writing or praying, she was dancing a complex and stubborn primitive shamanic dance. Her eye-catching purple eyes sparkled in the firelight, surrounded by white paint. Sweat washed away the edges of the pattern, but Her dancing and singing speed did not slow down.

The torch illuminated a small part of the center of the cave, and there were dark shadows. The smell of sweat, blood, fear and anger filled the place, and there were more mechanical noises that sounded slightly different from the noises of power armor that he was familiar with - yes Are there any Space Marines here watching these primitive tribesmen?

Diglis frowned and turned around to try to observe more, and then he saw from the shadows the red armor of those ancient and blasphemous traitors that were full of scriptures and heretical charms. He clenched his staff angrily and tried to Using psychic lightning as a way to vent his emotions just now, he also gave these hateful traitors of the Word Bearers a lesson of severe and profound destruction -

Wait, why are there still the sacred and rare golden armors worn by the guards of the Adeptus Custodes?

Diglis had not seen this unique golden armor outside the confines of the palace for many years.

Wait a moment--! That is!

Although Diglis had never seen the appearance of this extremely tall man in any image or scroll, and this man stood behind the crowd with his hood completely covering his face, the chief think tank saw this In a split second the giant knew who he was.

This giant who is more than half the body of the warriors around him and is surrounded by red-armored Word Bearers, with such a temperament, can only be——

That forbidden soldier...

The Imperial Guard demanded that Lorgar surrender! He raised his gun at the Primarch! In the name of the Emperor! Then he must help this forbidden army! His power will be very useful in the upcoming battle——

But the chief think tank was surprised and painful to find that no one here could see him, and the bombs and killings they fought would only pass through his smoke-like body and not hurt him. On the contrary, he caused The proud psychic power also has no influence on the atrocities that are happening and about to happen here. He is just a spectator who was brought here to witness this secret ritual. Whose eyes is he looking through...?

He saw the Imperial Guards fighting against the powerful warriors in red armor holding red iron swords and the Word Bearers led by him. He saw in the eyes of the leader warrior what he was going to do and what was about to happen. The situation was painful and desperate, but he also realized with horror that although this warrior knew that he was stepping into the abyss of evil and falling step by step into the quagmire of no return, he would never refuse Lorgar Aurelion's love for him. any order given.

He hated so much the man he had become to fulfill his primarch's vision, and the tragic fate they would bring to the galaxy; but he could never hate the primarch who had imposed this vision upon him.

"Why? Why can it be done to this extent?"

Digoris watched in shock as the Word Bearer raised his weapon and began to engage in life-and-death battles with those he once considered friends, in order to satisfy his genetic father's demands for the original truth in blood sacrifice.

Someone sighed softly in his ear.

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"Because this is the blueprint requirement when they were designed. If 'he' is not distorted, this is the most perfect herald, but someone obviously does not realize that this universe does not run according to his will... …Although this may be the dream he pursues, if every dream comes true, the pauper’s residence will become the prince’s palace.”

"Design... What a cold word. But humans cannot be completely designed. Humans are not metal machines. It is precisely because we are full of heroic heritage and draw courage and glory from past honors and heroic stories that we can defeat our enemies again and again, protect our people, and maintain the existence of hope! And who would be so cruel..."

The chief think tank suddenly fell silent, and his face turned pale and gray in an instant.

"That's right, Digris. The error of the design blueprint cannot be completely avoided even on inanimate materials. What's more, the raw materials used by Astartes for carving are living human children? The individual differences of humans are so small and so huge, and they are easily affected by various environmental factors... The designer's original idea may be very attractive, but when these design blueprints are put on each individual, they will produce all kinds of subtle differences, and eventually become the horseshoe nail that destroys a kingdom."

The voice sighed again, "But we are not here to talk about this today. Keep reading. Here is part of the answer to the question you want."

The battle over there has already been decided.

The Custodian warrior was indeed as strong and tough as the rumors said. He killed three Word Bearers in an instant, including a senior officer who looked like a Chapter Master or Archon, before he rushed towards the Word Bearers Primarch and was attacked.

But he failed to rush to Lorgar because his breastplate was hit by a priest's bullet, which hindered him for a moment. At this moment, a red iron sword carrying betrayal, held in the hand of a friend, pierced the head of the Custodian from front to back, creating a huge horizontal gap under his neck, turning all the words in his mouth into blood and struggling breath.

Then, Digris saw with a chill all over his body.

The priestess of the primitive tribe pointed to the body of the Custodian who was not dead yet, "This is the tenth sacrifice!" She said, "The ancient and great chosen ones, Lorgar, you have chosen the sacrifice, this is the tenth, the sacrifice dedicated to the gods."

Digris witnessed the warrior's final struggle with his Primarch.

But it was completely ineffective. In an instant, something huge, angry, winged, swept over the twitching bloody bodies of Lorgar, the warrior, and the Custodian.

Finally, the warrior gave in and picked up the Custodian's golden armor.

The Custodian was still alive when he was pierced with a spear.

The girl's crazy dance entered the final climax.

Something even more impossible and evil was about to break out of its shell.

Then Digris could only hear a sighing whisper before being carried away by the warm power: "This is not something you can watch directly now. Go. This is one of them."