Warhammer: Start with a dog

The Night Lord tried to ignore the Imperial Sky Eagle emblem clearly visible at the edge of his helmet's retinal vision.

Obviously, Dietrian and his Mechanicus brothers were modifying and reconfiguring the internal systems of these Seiko Terminator Armors, whether it was because the modification time was too tight, or some people did not realize that this was a problem at all. The traces of the Empire have not been completely removed, which requires its wearer to take some time to get used to, but the tactical fearless armor - that is, the precious Terminator armor is worth getting used to, especially these armors that already have little ammunition and energy. After the weapon on has been fully reloaded.

Selion carried his new power weapon and twin bolt guns in an unaccustomed posture, walking through the ruined halls and halls with a lightness that was incompatible with the huge weight and size of the Terminator armor he was wearing. The alert crowd came to their brooding father.

"My lord."

"Sai."

"How are you?"

His genetic father - still wearing only a shirt and a toga, and wearing Terran noble sandals that Octavia took time out of her busy schedule to teach the slaves to make for him - in the words of Miss Navigator That is, "I didn't expect that one day I would start free love on a ship like this, and begin to practice the knowledge and skills I thought I would never need, how to be the matron of a nobleman in an overseas territory. If you ask me, That's more tiring than having the Cursed Echo perform ten warp attacks."

As for why it is still regrettable that they have not been able to ask the Primarch to once again put on the midnight-colored power armor that they are familiar with, because even if they now have an additional Adeptus Astartes cruiser, the resources on it are not enough to "make a set from scratch." "The power armor that can be used by the Primarch" is still a drop in the bucket - not to mention that the abundance of mineral reserves on the planet under their feet has almost reached a level that has no development value.

So the being he was asking about was now sitting on a makeshift soft couch, leaning against a huge red cushion. He opened his eyes with a tired look and looked at Serion carefully with his black eyes.

"I'm fine, Cy, but if you don't say what you want to ask right away, one of us is going to be in trouble. And I don't think it's me."

(*You're starting to sound a bit like one of my annoying brothers. But I haven't figured out who yet.)

"Forgive me for having a little doubt, please answer it for me, my lord."

"Say it."

"As the First Claw - I know part of Talos's past prophecies, and I have seen and heard them with my own eyes. How did you determine that those alien fleets have sophisticated equipment, mysterious but flexible subspace navigation capabilities, and sufficient numbers? —They also have the power of foreboding.”

"I admire your courage, Sirion, you are worthy of the name I called you." The Primarch smiled, showing his teeth. Those shark-like teeth that were now brushed white and shiny looked bright in the dim light. Dark and hungry.

"You are questioning my power - questioning the words and orders of your Primarch, your father? Huh?"

Invisible pressure spread outward from the original body who was leaning on the soft couch. The slaves murmured prayers in Nostramo and knelt down towards their returned master.

(*A grunt of satisfaction) That's it, that's it, you are too weak and gentle to everyone! Make them fear you! Fear is my armor and my weapon! The power of justice is born from fear! )

Theron of the First Talon knelt down with difficulty in his Terminator armor, and took off his battle armor helmet, exposing his vulnerable throat to his master as much as possible, while performing the ancient etiquette of the Legion, which means "Give your heart to other side".

"My Lord. I'm just... too curious. The desire of curiosity tortures me, whips me, and drives me to you."

(*Oh, it’s true that he actually has some wrong desires. I originally thought that the last attack of the Cursed Echo had drained all the unpleasant things from my heir, but this one is obviously very cunning and hidden deeper, making him Unknowingly pursuing the pleasure of being slowly tortured and torn apart by the hands of the genetic father, well, it’s a boring and original fun.)

"...But it does match my impression of a certain existence."

(*(hissing, gasping, squealing and the sound of something crackling and rolling in the background)

"...Who are you fighting with? Hello? Hello? Forget it." Lamizane turned his gaze to Cerion, whose eyes were beginning to become dull and hollow. The purple shadow in the depths of his black pupils was being rapidly eroded. "Well, it seems like there's no need to explain it now, but I'll say it anyway: Because Konrad Coates has seen more, that's all."

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When the twenty-four void ships from the Ark of Uthwe docked gracefully in the high orbit outside Thessaguarsa, the Cursed Echo and the Crowned Coronation, which had been ordered to hide in advance, both found that the other seemed to be just waiting - In other words, it is very sure and very purposeful.

"There was no sign of a large number of landing ships or sensor scanning signals. The only landing signals were flashed on the ground - they all went to the location mentioned by His Highness."

"Perhaps not many of these aliens fell to the ground, and they can completely handle it."

"I don't know, but... I have a feeling there's something coming from the warp nearby, Septimus."

"what?"

When asked, Octavia frowned her eyebrows tightly, almost painfully. At the same moment, the navigators and astropaths on the Coronation were also under tremendous pressure.

"I...I don't know, Septimus, but that thing is...different from other dark things. It is, it has a shape that can be described...Oh my God, the throne is up there!"

She screamed and tried to cover her third eye as the Cursed Echo roared in the waves of the warp and curled its tail to protect her, baring its fangs at the evil intruder.

"It's a flame, it's a giant, it's a huge bird with flames all over it!"

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"I see what we are going to deal with, brothers." At the same moment, under the lightning and thunder, Lufrix and his blood-eyed brothers clawed deeply into the remaining city walls, as the only ones on the ground The scouts witnessed the entry of the aliens and the arrival of "her".

The Ada aliens didn't fall here from the sky.

Their strange, slender figures wearing slender helmets appeared directly in every shadow and behind every wall of the ruins. Under the gaze of the raptors, they silently formed dozens of destruction squads and killing squads into the depths of the catacombs. at.

"A boat made of ghosts, bones and memories, the souls of dead aliens in the container, driving them."

"Usvi," Volosa hissed, one in the bloody eyes. "So that's why there are so many ships but not so many people, they don't have that many alive."

"Act as planned." Commander Bloodeye warned his brothers, and then they captured a unique sound of engine operation - the Ada alien's flying eagle warriors began to appear on the ruins of the tower two hundred meters away.

Before starting to engage in the battle according to the "good tips" given to them by the original body, Lou Frix glanced at the timer: the first step of the planned time above has been triggered on time and is counting down.

"Weeping Eyes." He smiled sincerely for the first time in so many years under his helmet, "Soar. The hunting has begun."

As for "her" ending...

It's a pity that I couldn't see it with my own eyes. I will definitely ask Talos for a wonderful battle video, which will cover the time when the original body died thousands of years ago.

Commander Bloody Eyes thought happily.