Warhammer: Start with a dog

At the beginning, fog was not the main symptom, and in a ship, it is so normal for the humidity in the lower deck to be too high, so almost everyone did not pay too much attention to the changes in the readings at any time.

The main problem at first is the darkness.

"Maxim."

Wearing silver-gray power armor with black-painted shoulder pads decorated with a crowned skull of the same color as the armor, the Astartes turned slightly sideways to show his respect for the Chapter Master and to listen carefully to his master's words.

"Look for the switch for the lights here, or the main switch, or something similar. We are on our own mothership now, and there must be energy and light here. Hell, we are not on some abandoned ship-"

The crude electronic sound of "Sage" suddenly spoke.

"The machine soul didn't respond."

"What?"

"I tried it - according to the design drawings obtained from the captain's database before we came down, the machine spirits of all power and lighting facilities did not respond - or in other words, although we just moved forward from the entrance to the B3 deck, But actually the structure here has become very different——"

The priest's electronic generator-like voice sounded so bad at the moment, "In secular terms, we may not be where we think we are. The nature of the space here has changed."

"So we may have stepped into some kind of subspace trap or ancient Terran ghost story space of forty-one thousand years. Thank you, 'Sage', you really brought us good news."

Lamizane muttered. The similar-looking "Iron Halo" and "Rosary Beads" on his body had all been activated through LOGOS or adjusted to the automatic reaction activation mode. The one he held tightly in his palm The heavy war hammer made a buzzing sound of energy field running.

The ataxic former librarian could feel his nervousness in the thick power armor.

Hopefully I won't be too scared to give off any bad smells or pheromones. He thought, Oh my god, I'm surrounded by a circle of Space Marines. Not only do they all have extra-sensory facial features and detection nerves, but everyone can actually fight more than me.

The Astartes transformation surgeries and brainwashing training procedures have stabilized their minds and eliminated those emotions that would cause impact and should not be had; but not only do I have all kinds of emotions, I don’t even know what we are going to face now, and there are still It’s so dark, there are only a few of us in total! ——This feels really bad!

[I must say, I feel really bad in every aspect from instinctive warning to rational analysis. Pepe, you didn’t lie to me, did you? It’s already like this. Do you really don’t need me to do anything? 】

【Yes. It's okay, believe me, Lamizane, just turn on all your defensive equipment, and then no matter what happens next, just stand there and don't make a sound or retreat. 】

[The more you reassure me, the more uneasy I feel, Perturabo. 】

【Yeah? That was a really new experience for my body, and you can keep it in the biochemical record in case I can experience it in the future, maybe. 】

[Oh my God, Pepe, don’t talk about yourself like that, no one should have such thoughts. 】

【hehe. 】

They continued to move forward, the thick and sticky darkness taking on some color silently.

The Space Marines kept vigilantly within a circle of each other, close enough but not too close, and kept their bolters ready to fire.

The empty, cold, dusty, dark rooms and corridors were endless, as if they would never end. They passed intersection after intersection and opened passage doors one after another.

Countless hatches appeared on both sides of the passage, and each closed door seemed to be illuminated by warm light. Slight laughter and indistinct conversations began to come from behind them.

These voices range from arrogant to kind, from rough to gentle, and exist in every age group and every gender. Each sound reminds people of some other pictures. They are extremely delicate, infinitely rippling, and the ending sound of each syllable seems to They all carry a small hook, trying to hook any fish that wants to open the door and take a look.

The bolter muzzle spat out a stream of flames into the darkness, but the ammunition didn't hit anything. It was just swallowed by the darkness, and the creepy chewing sound appeared faintly for a second, then stopped.

"Brother Syras?" Maxim still sounded emotional, "Report the reason for the unauthorized shooting."

"I feel like I just saw an alien with multiple arms and a long tail."

"where?"

"I'm not sure, three o'clock, it flashed by, it was so fast," Syras said, "But it definitely didn't look human."

"Be alert and maintain formation, and then allow indiscriminate shooting."

The sweet and unpleasant smell of balm and oil started from fresh and pleasant fragrance and gradually became strong and stinky. They wrapped around them and tried to get into every gap in the soldiers' armor. The sound, smell, and temperature lingered, Whispered.

Those black shadows and edges of light now look blue? Or pink or purple? Lamizane wasn't sure.

However, those visions and sounds did not shake him. He hurriedly glanced at the side of his retina. The interface that popped up linked to the panel readings of other members of the team. The data showed that everyone's minds were affected to a certain extent——

Then, things started to change again.

"O mother of Neos, I don't like this," the Mechanicus-Priest muttered, and began to ignite his personal internal energy source to activate some kind of high-heat shield generator.

The extremely fragrant and stinking mist began to thicken, and the bright and varied colors and seductive sounds were obscured by the dense mist.

These unusually moist mist only began to appear when they walked past. Everyone felt it, and their malicious eyes were in those thick water droplets, looking at the warriors with an abnormal greed and kindness, trying to Everything about them melts into it.

Lamizane raised his head and turned his head. A dozen sensors reported their conflicting findings. The droplets condensed into mist hung densely on the new plating of his power armor and condensed due to this movement. It turned into larger droplets and flowed down the gaps and ravines in the armor.

An image suddenly popped into his mind.

The Primarch's armies were like torrents of steel, washing away every inch of the universe and building upon them the bastions of the new order.

For glory? He asked himself, no.

So what do you want?

I……

When he looked carefully again, there was nothing.

There was only a void in front of him that could not be dissolved.

There are no enemies, no fellow travelers, only coldness, darkness, nothingness and soul-gnawing hunger.

The overly humid fog absorbed all sounds, and the surroundings seemed completely silent until the moment they actually encountered it.

Without any warning, a bulging and twisted monster jumped out of the fog with saliva and rushed towards the flank of the team.

The monster took great interest in wrapping its swollen tongue around the unfortunate victim, then seized him with its yellowed teeth that were several feet long on its belly.

The Astartes were tossed high like dolls by unnatural forces, their armor plates scraping against something harshly, their fingers clenched tightly on the triggers as they fired futilely - eardrums pierced as the others dispersed. There was the sound of thick acidic liquid corroding ceramic steel and the terrifying sound of bones being broken and cracked. When the beast bit his fallen half and a ball of intestines in mid-air, intending to play with his toys again.

Syras is dead.

All before the rest of the recruit squad could react.

Bolters and warriors roared simultaneously, and the charge began.

Gua.

it's too cold.

The next chapter is available and is being coded.