Warhammer: Start with a dog

The War Philosopher is leading a unique tactical team at an alarming pace through the tunnels of the Catacombs - although he insists that he alone is sufficient to carry out the hunt for the Pointed Ears, without the need for other members.

But the Lord of the Night's will cannot be shaken - the team he leads is composed of a wonderful combination: a sacred fearless elder of the Night Lords Legion, the most powerful warrior of the First Claw of the Eighth Legion's tenth company, and a man with great calculations. The champion of the Origin Chapter who has not yet reached fifty solar years, a veteran adjutant of the Origin Chapter who looks like he wants to slash the two Night Lords with the weapon in his hand at any time, and a trembling man who specially came from He was found on the lower slave deck of the Cursed Echo, and then was stuffed into the female slaves of this powerful combination in a daze.

They walked in silence for a while in the darkness, until the little temporary member began to hug herself because of the cold air here, and the weak flashlight beam in her hand swayed in the darkness here.

"Didn't they provide you with more warm clothing? Mortal."

The two Origin Chapter members continued to advance with their fingers on the triggers, but their ears perked up.

"No, Master, I mean, I don't know why I was sent here." She sounded like she was trying not to cry. "Maybe it's some kind of punishment, but I swear, I completed all the work! I I’m not lazy, I’m still useful!”

Sergeant Aeneas snorted coldly at the cruelty behind these words. Ptolemion seemed even more at a loss when facing mortal women. As for Charles, he just raised his chainsaw and moved it. Neck bones.

The fearless walk was content with the roar and slowed down considerately following the footsteps of others, "There is no need to call me master, mortal, I am no one's master. So, what is your name? If you were personally chosen by the original body, Then your name needs to be known to us."

The two Imperial Space Marines - although they almost knew what kind of incredible being their cruiser and themselves were ultimately captured by, they were still deeply shocked by the words uttered from Dauntless's mouth, and at the same time, they were inevitably Thinking of that temple on distant Macragge - my father Guilliman! Your great enemy has returned to the world! We miss you so much…

"Okay, Master. I am Marona." The slave replied tremblingly, "Primarch? I'm sorry, my master, what is the original?"

Although recent efforts to clean the lower decks and restore order to the quarters aboard the Accursed Echo had been fruitful, she was still accustomed to the old appellation, and this had led her to become more interested in the new Astartes. The news is not too unfamiliar.

"...a myth." The strange sound came from the depths of Markarian's steel coffin again. Now the other three Space Marines already knew that it was actually the fearless elder laughing. "He could only become a legend. But now he is a man who has returned to us and led us anew.”

"I don't know, Master. I'm cold and can't see clearly." Marona answered, but Charles received the instructions from the War Philosopher and took off the roll of blankets from behind Markarian and handed it to the slave. work.

"Here." His voice was distorted through the breathing grid in a weird and terrifying way, but Malona, ​​who had been working on the lower deck of the Night Lords war gang ship, was used to it. She hurriedly wrapped herself in a blanket with tears in her eyes and stammered. Promise that she will try her best to keep up with them and not become a burden to them.

The two Astartes from the Origin Chapter continued to remain silent.

Suddenly, Marona raised her head, "Many voices, many whispers, Master."

"What?" "I didn't see a clear target." The other three Astartes raised their weapons alertly, and the surrounding darkness still enveloped the ruined hall silently, seeming to choose people to eat.

Only the War Philosopher had begun to rotate his waist and readied the weapon on his right arm, the muzzle of the storm bolter pointing in the direction the slave noticed.

"The aliens are approaching us, prepare to fight."

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(*I said... the team members you specially selected for Markarian... are too weird.)

"Is it weird? It's nothing weird. Now that Talos has not started contacting the Phoenix Lord, I can tell you. First of all, you see, as long as Marona and Markarion are operating in the catacombs, then we will It can guarantee that Markarian will survive and be able to successfully walk to the ground in the end. Therefore, as long as Markarian partners with her, this is what will happen no matter what the process is, and Markarian only needs to ensure that after urgently upgrading the body. If you survive, you will most likely be able to support and protect others.”

(*Indeed, if this is the starting point, I accept it. So what about Ciel?)

"Char was supposed to have died a few months ago, so his fate is now like a rootless tree. A slight shock will make it very difficult. But the battle here in Talos will definitely involve the Eldar gods. For him, The fragile future is too dangerous, and the lives of the rest of the Origin Chapter should have been cut off long ago, so we can't make things worse. Although the paths to victory for the other Talons have been arranged by you and me, they are still not as good as Markarian and Mar. Lorna's team is reliable, so I put him in Markarian's path."

(*This... is really complicated and cumbersome, and you have to be careful. How can it be so troublesome to choose the fastest and most direct ending... Then why bother adding those two pseudo-emperor lackeys to the team?)

"The Sons of Origin are now our precious... human resources, okay? Do you want to write a census statistical report that can fill five hundred data pads by yourself? - First of all, the path of Ciel and Ptolemion is actually There is a very close and important cross-link - the manner of their deaths - few links can exceed this, so the addition of Ptolemion is inevitable. They are destined to die at the hands of each other, but if they succeed. Teammate——"

(*!! So that’s the case. This creates the paradox of ‘these two people will not die at the hands of others’ to fight against the enemy and protect Ciel’s fate.)

"Bingo, look, what a smart and studious piggy Conrad! Great question, it's been a pleasure explaining the arrangements to you! Any more questions?"

(*...(gasp)...I admit that the first three candidates you chose are all meaningful, so why does Aeneas, who smells like the candles next to the Throne of Lies, become the fifth person? He doesn’t have a deep bond with anyone else, does he?

"Wrong." Lamizane raised his first finger in the empty secret room. "First of all, Sergeant Aeneas died indirectly at the hands of Talos. Their metaphor was that 'the prophet of the Eighth Legion personally cut off another option.' Although according to the original path, Talos actually had no choice. Choice, because there should be no existence of you and me on his path. Therefore, the ancient omen of "Aeneas sailing to bring the establishment of a new kingdom to the final destination" is fundamentally illusory and cannot be realized. But now let's come. Yes. So..."

(*...It was originally a very empty and false illusion, but now it sounds a little bit realistic. So what about the second point?)

"The second point..." Lamizane showed a kind smile, "Speaking of this, Conrad, if you have the opportunity to return to the Destiny Steel, I should send you to read some ancient history books. Now What is very, very beneficial to you, as I said, is the logic of learning and knowledge that best allows you to harness your talents.”

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