Warhammer: Start with a dog

"Awesome inscriptions and black rivers; 'From me is the way to the city of misery; from me is the way to eternal pain; from me is the way to the people of eternal doom'... He finished After speaking, the netherworld shook violently. Recalling the terror I felt at that time, I was still covered in cold sweat. The wind blew on the miserable ground, and a red lightning flashed in the wind. I lost all consciousness and fell down, like a person who suddenly fell asleep." --- "Divine Comedy, Inferno, Third Song"

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Apparently, Hephaestus was right.

As expected, the surprises given to the delegation of Ultramarines visiting (requisitioned (deleted)) Belakahn, a mysterious planet located in the Calixis sector, did not stop at the Stormbird gunship.

After discovering that the pilot of the Stormbird was also a Space Marine dressed similarly to Maxim, "Bela Kahn may have reached some kind of deal and defense agreement with a Space Marine chapter with weird customs" It was silently recorded in the memorandum of the Ultramarines. Sicarius told the technical sergeant very unhappily that in his next meeting with the leader of the place, the great sage Daedus, he would have a "new and more advanced one." A good plan that will definitely work" to add to the original conversation.

They then took the unusually comfortable vehicle and landed in a...

How should I put it, Sicarius began to feel that his understanding of the word "refreshing" in his past two hundred years of life might be a little narrow, which was rare in his proud life.

This is a newly poured huge circular steel-concrete structure landing platform with wide and reasonable area divisions and eight freight and passenger passages extending outward. It is built on the top of the main hive, and this top is located on a natural In the crater's mountain pass, the huge structure built downwards based on natural geological structures and caves is completely ingenious.

And what impresses visitors is the order, simplicity, and brightness displayed everywhere here. Although the components in many places are just exposed steel, tanks, machinery, and pipelines, they are extremely neat and clearly planned and even arranged in a unified way. Making them all become part of this steel art jungle with ultimate heavy industrial aesthetics.

An order, a beauty, a power.

"I really feel sorry when I think that this planet is not within the scope of the Five Hundred Worlds." Sicarius said, the ultramarines' ceramic steel boots stepped on the flat ground, in the high space There was a heavy echo.

With the amazing and genius use of the anti-gravity levitation engine, they were brought to a tower that also seemed brand new and full of strange order and beauty of power.

"If those venerable sages of Mars had half the taste of this I'd start thinking a little better about those red robes, Hephaestus."

Although everyone's burden has increased, the warriors of the Empire remain vigilant at all times.

The so many guards and patrolling robots at the door and corridors made them uneasy.

"The number of Skitarii used here is so small that it violates the red line." The technical sergeant commented.

"Maybe this can be used to make a fuss, Hephaestus, I think..."

They were eventually led outside the Hall of the Heart of Machinery where the ruler of this place resided.

"Forget it," Macragge's champion swordsman complained, but obviously the result of taking and watching along the way made his temper look much better. "When can we meet the Great Sage Daedus?"

Maxim was about to answer when a voice intercepted him from the side, "You are unlucky, my cousins. You won't be able to see him."

Sicarius looked extremely annoyed at the voice that interrupted him. He turned sideways to hold the hilt of the Storm Blade and turned his gaze there.

A tall, bright yellow figure, as new as everything around it, appeared in front of them.

The Second Captain of the Ultramarines blinked.

This is really unexpected. Is this the truth about the war group that signed the agreement here? But he didn't remember their cousins ​​having such a sense of aesthetics and hospitality...

"Danat Lysander." The Imperial Fist Terminator strode closer to stand with them and revealed his identity. "First Captain of the Imperial Fists. It is a pleasure to see you here, the Ultramarines of Ultramar."

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"I'm sorry for interrupting your elegant afternoon tea party with the 'evil heroines'."

The teasing and sinister meaning in this tone made the three people sitting around the table all look at the direction of the visitor's pronunciation.

Perturabo's fearless figure strode in from the doorway, and then opened in front of them the observation helmet that was usually just a sensor location.

A fluffy, cute and handsome black and white dog head appears on the head of Fearless.

The Potion Master's medical auxiliary scope was shrinking and expanding crazily, silently and desperately recording precious images of the original Dreadnaught from all directions.

But Perturabo showed unusual anxiety, and he turned his head to his brother who had transformed into a mortal form.

"Have the single-body psychic beacons specially made by Lamizane and you been distributed to everyone as planned?"

"Yes, everyone is there, what's wrong?" Maatla's blue-green eyes rolled around, showing that he must have thought that he had missed someone.

"That will start soon."

"What?!" The Fifteenth Primarch jumped up from his seat in panic, "It, it, it shouldn't, I, I can't, oh my God, I have to..."

Many psychic phantoms that looked the same as him emerged from his body and quickly used teleportation abilities to disperse to the Astronomy Tower, Hall of Omens, Geller's Position Generation Room, Apothecary Laboratory, etc.

"It was supposed to be nine days later!" Perturabo roared, "But the density of fates intertwining with us recently is too high! He and I can no longer control the time when this happens!"

"How much time do we have to prepare?!" The other two people present watched helplessly as Magnus transformed into three heads and six arms, each head chanting different awkward spells in conjunction with its own hands. with complicated gestures.

"Any time!" shouted Perturabo, "otherwise, why do you think I am in such a hurry to tell you——"

Like the last peck a chick makes before hatching.

The sound of a certain "shell" cracking spread throughout the past, present and future.

An extremely close moment in this galaxy.

Cardia.

Broken.

Invisible evil and inanimate things, accompanied by scarlet, gush out from the eyes of fear.

After looking at any physical universe or subspace existence from higher dimensions, it will immediately explode and crack into fragments of basic particles due to the amount of information that the tangible body cannot bear. In the process of opening the Scarlet Road, one by one Utherma Atla's thoughts drifted through his mind. The fifteenth Primarch didn't dare to listen carefully or think about it. The amount of calculations required to think about the meaning of any sentence would immediately consume his pitiful spiritual energy. He couldn't do this after being burned out. He still had many things to protect here.

"...I feel that Rogal Dorn is the one who truly knows nothing..."

"...I'll know when I buy...Makado and compare it with..."

"...It feels like the current Space Marines...have a sense of legion..."

"...Then I plan to buy Typhon...and Leviathan..."

"...I recently met... someone who beat Leman Russ..."

"...Loken...was...murdered by Erebus..."

A wind blowing from nowhere is blowing in the world where millions of sentient beings live.

The vision of hundreds of millions of human beings looking up at the sky: either in fear, in horror, in prayer, in meditation, or in worry...

Day, night, night, day.

At the other end of the universe, Cardia shattered, and bright red energy gushes out like the wounded blood of the vast galaxy.

The eternal sky was completely cracked, and it was divided into two by the rift.

The hurricane blowing from the warp surged into the galaxy and swept them away.

Gua.

I didn’t sleep well, my eyelids were swollen, and I had been sleeping obediently on the pillow for a long time in the morning. Suddenly I remembered that the reason why I didn’t feel like I had slept well was because this person P actually kicked me awake early this morning - this person took me for granted. I jumped up and down on the stepping stones several times and went back to the window sill to watch the wild cats fighting outside! ! ! ! !

Also, it’s really cold. Uh-huh. I’m sitting in front of the computer and I’m obviously being attacked by ice magic! ! !

And finally, okay, I finally broke the Sicarius shopping curse, and I’m here, hahahahahahaha (it’s not easy, I’m so happy (you))