Warhammer: Start with a dog

Although they had already conducted preliminary scans of the terrain in orbit before they came down, it is obvious that it is very normal to find some small deviations during field visits.

After all, many observation equipment still require an extremely close distance to confirm some facts through mutual confirmation, and the atmosphere, thick clouds, and such deep and rich seawater-it can only be said that the scanning array enhancement algorithms sent by the Iron Blood are really has done a great job.

For example, right now, their deep submersible pilots have just generated and transmitted a brand new auspicious map to the power armor of all crew members, covering the one on the track. It is said that the deviation value has reached a point that must be covered immediately. situation.

"It seems that this place and this matter are much more complicated than we estimated."

The King of Nuceria frowned, and his molten gold eyes looked very bright on his bronze face - thank God, the special power source of the Ironblood that Dassadra insisted on installing was very effective, although the Iron Heart Chapter's The Mechanicus-priests protested that what he had brought was completely, fundamentally, and blasphemously heretical technology.

But - when you are unable to use teleportation at a depth of tens of kilometers underwater, the communication signal is poor, and there are giant Cambrian sea monsters swimming around, one needs to maintain the weapon system, detection system and life support at the same time. As long as the system's power source is powerful and stable enough, there's really nothing to pick and choose.

They gathered in front of the screen - there was really not much room in this cabin after a small team of Terminators and a primarch were crammed into it - and looked at the structure displayed under the light of the bathyscaphe.

"What do you think this is?" Angron stretched out his finger and pointed at one of the obvious long diagonal ridges that rise high up. There are some eye-catching rib-like things hanging on both sides of this long ridge. Covered with thick "white snow" - marine snow, there are also strange-shaped creatures such as huge leaf-like creatures and sea lilies that drift with the waves.

The war blacksmith squinted his eyes, looked at it carefully, and then let the machine soldier get a little closer. "I think this is the keel, Your Highness. This should be the bottom keel of this Glory Queen."

"The keel." The Twelfth Primarch repeated, "If it is broken to this extent, it seems that what we can find from this ship is extremely limited, but we may still be able to find some clues."

"The keel number should still be found. If it was built according to the construction specifications, I would be able to find it in a specific location. Also, maybe they released some vehicles to escape before the crash, such as the Storm Bird or something, and let the loss The main body of the powered ship sank here.”

"It is indeed possible. Let's go around it and see what else we can find."

The propeller structure, which was hand-made by war blacksmiths and was primitive but very reliable in working fluids such as seawater, led them to swim slowly around this huge and ancient metal wreckage under the operation of the spaceflight-grade reactor. Sure enough, Soon they made another discovery.

"Ada's alien building." Angron frowned as he stared at a conspicuous circular structure on the seabed. The crashed Glory Queen's bow hit the corner like a sharp arrow or a sword, piercing straight into it. Entering the gate of this building, its delicate top has long since shattered and collapsed, leaving only some surrounding pillars and bases showing the original scope and style of this ruin. This style happened to be very popular with the Twelfth Primarch. Familiar with, and having demolished many similar style buildings.

"Your sharp eyes, Your Highness. Moreover, this building is quite old. It is not the pirates or the barbarian Ada. It should belong to those who call themselves the Ark Eldar or older."

Dassadra can distinguish more details with just one glance. No architectural structural features that have been witnessed can stump a true Iron Warriors senior officer, because they have been rehearsing and replaying battles countless times. Time and time again, they demolished the buildings and fortresses of all known races, and to do this, they must first at least know the overall structure and weaknesses of the building.

"Let us get closer and observe." Angron ordered. At the same time, he felt a strange feeling that seemed to be urging him to do something. He frowned, suppressed the impulse in his heart, and ordered, "Don't drive too much." Hurry, don’t get too close, there are always many unexpected and dangerous traps in the creations of the Eldar."

Dassadra nodded and asked the mecha to open more protective measures and enhance the auspicious device's scanning of various psychic bands.

All readings were stable so far, so they cautiously moved closer.

A peak of psychic energy that was so steep that it almost became a straight line probably jumped out in less than 0.00001 microseconds.

Dazzling light shines from the broken, completely covered spiritual bone structure, and the runes on it flash, like the murmurs of a dying person and the moist flash of his last breath.

‘The wait is finally here! ’

A million mixed murmurs vibrated the sea water, possessing the tones of humans and Ada at the same time, and showing some strange and undue overlap.

‘Finally caught! ’

The last remaining energy echo flows on the silent spirit bones or marbles. Thoughts no longer exist, only obsessions remain. The vortex of seawater mixed with energy forms layers of strange layers outside the solid pressure-resistant shell of the deep submersible. Patterns and coils.

‘Accept your fate! ’

The dead sang and praised in unison, offering belated sacrifices in exchange for a peaceful rest.

Then something dazzling unfolded and opened, and the fire of ten thousand worlds and the ice of ten thousand worlds passed through the eyes of the 12th Primarch at the same time. His eyes seemed to see slender and towering walls, pillars and Beyond the vault, countless stars or luminous points seemed to be cut off by some kind of colorful black curtain, only lingering on the edge of the blind spot of people's vision and constantly flickering.

When Angron stood in this place that seemed to be outside the rules of the world and as if he was inside some kind of living creature that was constantly changing, he realized that a thin golden mist filled this place, and he had no time here. With a certain anchor point in space, I don’t know where to go.

Then he realized suddenly, instinctively, that he should move forward in accordance with that strange urging feeling.

So he did so, ignoring the looming shadows on the road, the smiling white masks, or other distractions.

When his feet stepped on solid ground again, he felt something on the back of his neck quickly abandoning him and closing it quickly, as if he was afraid that he would regret it.

Then Angron Petra narrowed his eyes: he was familiar with the terrain of this place, but something was very wrong.

Standing at his feet in the snowstorm was the cliff of Deshii in Nuceria.