Warhammer: Start with a dog

The lightning that cut through the sky once again illuminated the lifeless, gray earth and ruins.

The rain pours on the torn boundary of nothingness, and waves of roaring and curling white mist rise, as if the real universe is still reluctantly "rejecting" the arrival of a certain existence.

When "she" completely walked out of the void of nothingness.

The toes of the combat boots encountered real matter for the first time, and a smell of chemical burning steamed into the air.

Elegantly, she stretched out her slender arms to push open the curtain. Her waist was wrapped in a sparkling black tights, and some kind of silver metal armor perfectly covered every part of "her" along the curves. An inch of muscle, as she began to slightly turn the silver death mask that had been engraved to forever preserve the appearance of the howling Eldar woman, the ends of the extremely plump, tall and long black hair on the back of her head also trembled. stand up.

The Daughter of War holds an extremely long weapon in one hand, with a dangerous alien technology force field blade, and an even weirder weapon in the other hand, which has three afterimages that look like rotating blades. The sharp blade formed a hollow three-leaf vortex. Its sharp blade was not quenched, but burned with a weirder black flame, which was ancient, deadly and twisted.

In Lufrix's helmet view, she stood there, seemingly a little surprised for a second.

But soon, as the red gems on her body flashed, Lord Phoenix, the howling banshee of the Eldar Tribe, nodded and began to run quickly towards a certain place in the ruins - it couldn't be considered running, she was So light, so unearthly, when she stepped forward, her toes didn't even touch the dust on the ground.

She was almost constantly flickering, or dissipating, or sinking into the ground of the ruins like a ghost, searching for the dead souls whose blood she was destined to drink this time.

The commander of the Eye of Weeping Blood licked his lips. Each of them now had some bright gems in their pockets that those pointed ears liked to wear. He could feel that he wanted to devour those ones that would make cries. The desire that was like a stone in his stomach suddenly reminded him of the three days and three nights he had been tortured by those bad cousins ​​who handed him over to the Prince of Darkness after the siege of Terra.

"You can't eat it." Lufrix regained his thoughts and issued an order to his brothers, "These trophies must be dedicated to father."

Gurgling hisses and cackles of approval came from behind their demonic skull helmets.

"Sure enough, this 'thing' came exactly as my father predicted. My brothers, my birds of prey, have you cleaned up all the prey flying in the sky?"

"Cuckoo... yes, Lufrix, we are all here. Volosha is a little injured, and Zeke's injury is a little more serious, but according to father's instructions, Cuckoo..." the speaking raptor issued. The hoarse and unpleasant voice seemed to be laughing.

"Hiss... these pointed-eared birds just threw themselves into a trap. When I jumped from the ambush position, I impaled one on his back and tore the other one apart. I could hear it... hiss... They screamed in disbelief."

"Ave dominus nox!" The Raptor Commander was satisfied with the answer he heard. He nodded, and the thrusters behind him made a humming sound. "Then let me take a look at the instructions written in the next file. Let me see the next one. What should we do when we come down..."

From the tunnel in the distance came the sounds of fierce firefights, the sounds of bullets hitting rocks or metal armor, and the sounds of power weapons or other weapons clashing, but there were no obvious war cries or insults. Both sides of the war were silent, but Still deadly.

Lamizane and Konrad Coates, who were leaning on the soft couch and slowly recovering, opened their eyes in two worlds at the same time.

"She is coming."

(*He is coming.)

The black-haired demigod whispered, with no guards around him.

This is a temporarily excavated chamber in the deepest part of the catacomb system, formed approximately two standard hours ago.

Although it is called "catacombs", there are only a few "catacombs" in the entire building system. Most of the rooms had their own specialized purposes tens of thousands of years ago. The corridors, tunnels and defense facilities in between have been silent. It escaped the storm on the ground and still stayed quietly at the time when it was abandoned.

The fourteen Raptors of the Weeping Eye sect, together with their commander, all seven Talons of the Eighth Legion here (the First Talons traditionally have only six) and an entire company (actually ninety-nine) , because their captaincy was always vacant) the 3rd Company Space Marines of the Origin Chapter were all sent, voluntarily or involuntarily, to guard the "Soul Hunter" Talos Valkoran.

It is said that after reading these list combinations, the Lord of the Night once said something that no one could understand, such as "You are really hot, look at these wonderful numbers - you are worthy of being the number one in the galaxy after the 41st millennium." Show knowledge." and so on.

As for Talos himself, as the known focus and only target of this attack, as well as a special bait appointed by their genetic father, his worried brothers asked him to put on their best set of master terminator armor (thanks to Fire The selfless "gift" of the Lizard Chapter), holding Macarion's relic bolter in one hand, the melta gun Ditrian had collected for him in the other, and carrying his Olum Golden Sword - uh - The Lord of the Eighth Legion laughed for a full three minutes after seeing how carefully they had armed him - and then made an equally strange request with a sullen face: "It's best to add a hood and cloak to him."

Then he began to walk in strict accordance with the route and direction prescribed by the father of genes in the underground tomb passages, defense settings and various halls with an area of ​​nearly ten kilometers and more than ten floors above and below.

"Talos, this originally tragic and tragic complex battle will become very simple and very boring, but it doesn't matter. I believe that the new result can develop to the point where it is not inferior to the original one - the original one, to be honest, I don't like it. . "I don't like the fate that the real Eighth Legion has been led to." His black eyes raised and stared at his descendants.

"So try to help me change it. Talos."

Before the battle actually started, while accompanying the Night King to watch the simple sensor map, the smile on the face of the Eighth Primarch almost made Talos feel the real fear he had never felt before in his heart: That was not like ten thousand years. The sadness and reverence for the end that I felt when I saw my father gradually entering death and decay was not the helplessness and anger I felt due to witnessing all the chaos and blasphemy in the Eye of Terror and the Iris of Hell; The overwhelming and sheer terror that arises when someone is weaving their predetermined destiny for some fellow truly intelligent beings.

"As you wish, Father, Ave dominus nox!"