Warhammer: Start with a dog

Back in time, the Black Templars gathered around him to leave the betrayer's room due to the primarch's rejection. At that time, they did not know that the noble primarch of Iron Heart had fallen and joined the ranks of the betrayer. , the moment you come here.

The rage of grief and rage gnawed at the priest's soul.

Geratos's heart was filled with regret and shame. How could he ignore the call of genes and the connection of blood, and behave so rebelliously against the reunited gene father? ! God Emperor! Has your favor left me at that moment? !

Caleb's guilt is no less than that of the priest, except that he replaced his chain of oaths with chains of fanaticism - which means that he will always wear and weld with this set of gauntlets for the rest of his life. Weapons of death, the weapons he wielded against the enemies of the God-Emperor would not leave his hands until the end of his days, nor cease his eternal crusade.

We must rescue the holy Dorne from the hateful kidnappers, lying liars, and traitorous heretics. Even if we all stay here, we will be happy. No, we can even say that if we are for such a noble goal, we will die here. In the glorious ending, no satisfaction can exceed the guidance of the God-Emperor and the devotion under His gaze!

Their father, whose father no one had been able to find any information about for thousands of years, met them face to face here. What else could it be but the pious rewards and tasks guided by the great God-Emperor to his loyal followers?

If at this time there is a warrior who has received the vision of the God-Emperor to lead them forward, then what if the other party is the rebellious original body? A charge against the rebels will prove the Black Templars' loyalty in the light of the Holy Emperor!

Previously, because the original body was determined not to leave with them, they had to stay here to accompany the original body that seemed not quite right. After some difficult and pious prayers and careful, wordless conversations, the Black Templars finally told them The story of what happened to the genetic father after his disappearance is now filled with pure anger of justice and revenge - but also with extreme worry and heartbreaking helplessness.

"My father Donne, the Holy One on Terra, why do you never speak to us from beginning to end, allowing us to happily listen to your voice after a long time? If you unfortunately lose your voice or are unable to speak, please tell us We. So that our hearts may mourn with you.”

Magna thought about this question ten million times in one millisecond, then compared the various facts and nodded - it is true that he was not equipped with a sound system and a loudspeaker, and the main body was sleeping and could not speak. .

The Black Templars conveyed repressed emotions to each other.

"Dorne, why do you insist on staying here instead of leaving with your loyal heirs so that we can have the honor of escorting you back to the mountain formation on Holy Terra? It has been eight thousand years. I can't imagine that we will be there when you return. What a joyful occasion it will be!”

This. Magna thought about it, and the golden-armored giant fell silent under the fanatical gaze.

Finally he made a movement and shook his head.

"Are you planning to abandon us..." Lord Kaleb's calm voice became hoarse, and Geratos seemed eager to die immediately to apologize.

Magna shook his head crazily. Seeing the pure and childish actions of the god-like giant in the eyes of the Black Templars made them even more inexplicable - everyone noticed the childish stubbornness that was wrong with their souls, but this was indeed too much. En's brilliant golden armor, what they had felt before was not the pressure caused by aliens and wizards. As long as they were close to their father, they would immediately feel the feeling that their heartbeats and breathing would quicken. Now every believer claimed that they felt it. Such is the piety that no Chaos can corrupt and deceive an entire company of Black Templars at the same time.

This is Rogal Dorn, there is no doubt about it, but it is obvious that something must have happened to him to become like this.

Thinking of the psyker wizard who brought them here, who was so powerful that even Geratos was afraid of him, the weird Contemptor Dreadnought, and the Primarch who shouldn't be here - -Wait a minute, the twelfth primarch Angron...your highness...? Yes, yes, the great Iron Heart, the Conqueror of Nuceria, His Highness Angron, was lost in the subspace storm together with his flagship before?

"I must say, Caleb, in the name of the God-Emperor, there is definitely something smack of a Chaos conspiracy here," Geratos said darkly, caressing his reliquary with a burnt hand.

"That's true, Geratos, but the Black Templars will never refuse any challenge. As long as the eyes of the God-Emperor are still watching us, nothing else is worthy of fear."

"Then, my father, my heart, glorious Dorn. Why do you..."

The new machine soul had actually begun to feel impatient with the way these descendants spoke and the trouble they caused to him. He reached out and pulled off his helmet visor, trying to make them understand immediately why he couldn't leave——

The terrible truth revealed under the golden helmet once again made the Black Templars make deathly sounds and become dizzy.

Under the golden visor is a death mask cast with ingenious craftsmanship - Rogal Dorn's resolute face is forever frozen by moonsilver and fine gold, and mechanical circuits and electronic muscles are connected from his neck. Only a pair of white-blue eyes like ghost flames are exposed, pure and flawless, analyzing people's souls from the inside.

Then their father made a gesture like slitting his throat, raised it from the throat, and separated the lower end to the left and right of the sternum - the meaning of this gesture made the Black Templars who understood it horrified and furious - and then pointed He made a gesture to separate his head from it, and pointed to his heart. With the same gesture, he opened his gauntlet to them - a substitute for the hand left in the secret room on the mountain formation. was opened.

There was indeed no blood or flesh in it. It was all composed of precise, rune-engraved circuits, complex pipes composed of electron beam muscles and biochemical liquids. Finally, with the sound of exhaust from the vacuum lock, he opened himself in front of them. The breastplate - the strange various organ wet parts, machinery and runes inside are perfectly combined into a beautiful and rigorous cage-like structure, showing that the nerves and organs that have been carefully removed and stripped out of a huge body are finally all Embedded in this mechanical body is an ingenious production.

——You understand it so well, but you still can’t understand it! I'm not your father! I was made using the replicating cultured organ of the original body and technological machinery! Magna thought angrily, if security protocols hadn't allowed me to type directly on your helmets...

"Who is it?! My father?! Who is it?! Could it be that even the descendants of the God Emperor have done such treacherous things?! He actually colluded with the wizard to turn his brother... into a controlled machine... of……"

Geratos choked up, unable to add the words wetware servitor to Gene Father.

Caleb asked the word for him with difficulty.

"You...became...your brother's...wetware machine...? So you can't come with us...?"

Hey, look at this, it really becomes clear once the facts are revealed. The main body is also a wetware and I made it from a wetware. I did not violate the Crimson Agreement!

Magna Dorn nodded with satisfaction.

Then he saw in horror that the group of people raised all their weapons in unison, began to kneel around him, and made the final pre-battle blessings to their weapon machine souls.

——Not you? ! teacher! Lamizane! Body! Save me!

Mr. Lamizane Carosini also looked at what was happening on deck seven with horror.

How to do how to do……

When he started to look around, he suddenly thought of a possible method. The technique came from the personal teachings of the famous prophecy master Conrad Coze, who was unprecedented in this galaxy.