Warhammer: Start with a dog

The Iron Father who emerged from the rumble of sand and conquest hall of the Rakuan clan has an extremely huge figure.

It's not that his stature is higher than that of ordinary Space Marines, but considering their close connection with Mars and the Martian Mechanical Magi's habit of always modifying themselves to be very large——

Therefore, Markan Feros, as the person with the lowest degree of transformation among all the Iron Fathers, except for the inevitably exposed silver-gray metal skeleton on his left hand and half of his head that was transformed into metal, other parts actually look normal. It is covered with a black ceramic armor that looks equally normal.

——Of course, if you don’t count the huge mechanical snatch arm that is almost two-thirds of the height of Feros behind him, the shoulder-mounted Seiko Heavy Explosive Bomb "Gorgon's Wrath" proudly held high on his shoulders, and the "Gorgon's Wrath" on his waist. He dropped an ultra-high voltage contact mounted on an extra robotic arm and the huge power gear ax "Hand of Pain" in his hand.

"The bones and blood of Chemos! Garuda, my loyal partner, I began to think that maybe they chose this place to meet because they also had to consider the weight of the other Iron Fathers."

The great metal birds chirped low in their own link and responded to the Phoenix in a binary language formed by the electricity - a rather helpful fact was that the Purple Court Phoenix relied on Garuda after the third minute of waking up in the Dreadnought Crypt. Through the explanation and demonstration, I roughly understood the basic usage of basic binary language, and then at the 33rd minute, I was able to speak them as fluently as any Martian Mechanical Bishop or Iron Father, and quickly passed the layers with this. The protective door ran to the upper level.

Fulgrim admitted with some shame that when he took Garuda to the upper level and saw the sleeping Dreadnoughts with normal life and electromagnetic signals, and took the opportunity to find some black paint for himself to blend in, he was indeed In an instant, I felt some kind of emotional fluctuation that was not very bright and perfect, but was indeed joyful, like an escape from death.

——Otherwise, even he is not sure whether he can escape from the horrific scrutiny of "those things". There seems to be one among them, and another with some thinking ability to control them. Fortunately, so he You can also fake some signals to get out as soon as possible.

Even if you step on the red line, those are almost considered crossing the line.

He was convinced.

"—but he is probably the most balanced and lightest of those crude creations that have distorted their original perfection."

"Indeed, his transformation parts should be the least among the company commanders here... But what I am most worried about is this. My flying friend, a judge who trusts and relies too much on machinery, will be exposed to sophisticated data. Being deceived makes us blind to the facts that are happening in front of us, which allows us to only focus on the weaving of data. But human eyes do not. They, like the human brain, must be surrounded by another, random and easy Convinced by the fact that Chaos Destiny 'had an idea'."

"——There are gains and losses, good and bad. It just depends on the user's own decision."

"A very meaningful answer, Garuda, I hope we can throw our own dice with our own hands today."

And while Fulgrim Ishtar was a little unreasonably uneasy, he still stood firm and waited for Malkan Feros to approach.

The encrypted communication channels between Iron Hands Captains were always on.

"Siss—this channel should be safe, just you and me. Feros."

"I suppose so. How about it, Basque, you've done a thorough examination of this ancient warrior?"

"That's true, but our doubts, the Karagu clan's doubts have not gone away - never gone away."

"What? Is there something wrong with Sobek Wieland's test results?"

"No, his various data code verifications are flawless, and his speed and deconstruction habits are even exactly the same as the speed and habits of Master Sobek Wilander when he was in Medusa ten thousand years ago. He’s perfect in terms of passing validation.”

"So is there something wrong with his various transmission protocols? Has he lost himself in the long river of time when his body has left and disappeared?"

"No, his transmission port is completely consistent with his claimed experience at the physical and data levels. It has both the remains of the system and model used ten thousand years ago, and there are also traces of modifications by the latest technology."

"That being the case, as the company commander of the Hamonk clan, Hastam's attitude of specially recruiting me is very interesting... Elder Wieland did not raise any objection to the fact that your Karagu clan escorted him. Did you have any objections?"

"This matter is due to us voluntarily coming as his escort. Hastam of Hammonk has some differences with me on this matter. He thinks that Sobek Wieland has no problem and can be used as a regular online sacred forge. A member of the Guard or mobilized as needed - but we have settled that through the ancient ritual of dueling.”

"You? Basque? I thought that seeing you descending the Holy Mountain of Kalash today was a precursor to some kind of earth-shattering - and you also dueled with Hastam for a holy fearless today? This is a truly strange event. Basque, I sincerely thought you cared little for anything other than patience, seriousness, and coolness until the galaxy cooled and welcomed the return of our Gene Father."

Malkan Feros personally has no intention of evaluating whether the Kalagu clan's waiting on the Black Snow Holy Mountain is worthwhile, but he still has full respect for their ten thousand years of persistent waiting for the return of the Gene Father. Therefore, when he asked this question, he was truly surprised that the emotional current was passing through his body.

"If you are so stupid, why are you disguising yourself as an ordinary guard and waiting here? Basque, I don't remember that the Karagu clan has any tradition of disguise or similar hobbies. Does Elder Wieland know about this?"

The patriarch and company commander of the Karagu clan, Basque Karagu answered his colleagues in a secret code in a muffled voice under the helmet of an ordinary Iron Hands warrior.

"He doesn't know. And we don't. The Karagu clan doesn't have this custom. Every bomb in all our vehicles has been accurately calculated and planned before it is fired, and its destination must be Fall to the landing point we want, no matter what it is. Karagu never believes in coincidence and luck, Markan Feros, Karagu only believes in causality and the inevitability of logical calculation."

Obviously, the Iron Father of the Rakuan clan is not very patient and dwells too much on this, "If that's the case, then why did you say that we will hold the Steel Moon event here this year, and then called me to meet with him? ?——Don’t tell me it’s really going to be held. It’s true that there’s a lunar eclipse coming soon, but the starting point for this year’s recruit selection is actually on the other side, and no one can get there right away except at the end. And—— —You didn’t tell him about this?”

The patriarch of the Karagu clan answered the nature of this question with a small peak of pulse that could express certainty, "It has been answered. Markan Feros, Karagu only believes in unbreakable causal connections and the inevitability of logical calculations: I Ferrus Manus, the equal genetic father, will surely return to the place where he descended, Mount Karash, and once again lead his descendants to the promised glorious ascension."

The warriors of Karagu have remained so optimistic about the Primarch's unlikely return for thousands of years. They can even completely ignore the fact that Gorgon's sacred skull is now hidden deep inside... The Iron Father of the Rakuan clan is about to He shook his head and sighed secretly, but when he was halfway through the movement, he suddenly froze.

He suddenly realized what a startling hint Basque Caragu was hinting at.

As if ten thousand years had passed, Markan Feros heard a dry question squeezed out of his throat, "Are you sure? Are you sure it's him?"

"All our calculations, all our predictive algorithms, all our logic machines and all our machinery rejoiced at the same moment, Markan Feros, tracing it all back to its origins, when Sobek Wieland was there Waking up moments in the cellars of Hammonk’s Gorgon Forge.”

Basque Karagu’s voice is as firm as the sacred mountain of Karasch. "Sobek Wieland is either Ferrus Manus himself, or he is the descendant of Ferrus Manus."