Warhammer: Start with a dog

Magna Dorn blinked his electronic eye behind the sturdy and majestic metal death mask.

Blinked again.

What happened to me? ... I can't remember...

Did I just crash and restart? It seems that the condition is not good. Self-checking the storage crystal and memory circuit will start in 2 milliseconds...

Eh?

Wait. This feeling is so strange? I can't see the code and control system in my body!

Magna Dorn tried again with some panic, and found that although he could still receive messages from the outside world and control his body, the process seemed to be a kind of self-regulatory program that he couldn't describe? In short, he couldn't monitor everything in an orderly and clear manner as he did in the robot or his own golden armor before. Now everything seemed like someone threw a bunch of complicated codes into a blind box, but finally output a runnable result.

This made Magna Dorn, who had always been accustomed to clear numbers, codes, formulas and the physical world, very uncomfortable.

This vision... What's going on... It doesn't seem to be the various types of electronic bionic eyes he is used to.

The color of the world projected on his retina into his mind was a strange color image, without any additional explanations, footnotes, distance measurement, time display, chat waiting, and other clear lists and information he was used to.

A strange feeling involved the muscle bundles and skin of his face when he blinked his eyelids, and the visual signal was transmitted to his optic nerves and brain without his supervision.

Huh? Mutual involvement?

This feeling?

A strong smell of poisonous gas, gunpowder, corpses and decaying crazy dust rushed into his trachea. The master control machine soul of the Iron Blood, the student of Perturabo, and the cooking apprentice of Ramizane suddenly realized that all his muscles, including the respiratory muscles, were contracting his chest in a way that did not require his mind to guide or code setting control, while maintaining the dynamic balance of other skeletal muscles and nerves-breathing? Is this the feeling of breathing autonomously in the flesh and blood?

But where is this? Why am I here? !

He lifted his legs, and a strong gravitational force came from the ground deep under his feet, and he realized that he was in a high place without a roof or shelter and was blown by the strong wind.

A wet and cold liquid fell from the sky, and splashed on the confused Magna's cheek.

Another drop fell on his lips. He subconsciously licked it and tried to analyze the ingredients. As a result, he only tasted the chemical smell of chlorine and the strange taste of calcium.

The young Iron Blood Machine Soul stood in place, did not move immediately, but slowly turned his head. This feeling of entering a self-disciplined body with multiple parts that did not need to be controlled was very strange. He blinked again, or was it only the visible light band?

Then Magna realized that the powerful photosensitive element modules in his original eyes that covered the ultraviolet, infrared and visible light bands had been replaced by some kind of upgraded imitation of the anatomical structure of the human eye, which was made of primitive flesh and blood, but the capture efficiency was more ingenious and efficient than its imitation template.

After focusing properly, the scenery that came into view made him dislike it very much, but there was also a strange, indescribable emotion surging in his heart, like a code that began to replicate infinitely.

He looked out to the huge palace city that he had never seen since he was born. Starting from the majestic central fortress, it spread to the slums and continuous temporary tents and construction sites that began to grow freely on the edge. There were many majestic arches and towering spires. Among them, those towers were particularly thick and tall, pointing to the sky like swords. Magna squinted his eyes and looked carefully, thinking that it might be a port leading to the sky or a similar elevator building.

He saw that the palace city was surrounded by a circle of extremely thick walls, but they were originally like white marble ribbons, stretching along the ridges in the sun, but now they were entangled by bright red flames with black smoke edges tens of kilometers high. He raised his head and tried to identify the transparent, various live ammunition or laser weapons that exchanged fire with the sky, and the explosion clouds that were distorted from time to time by aircraft and other things, as if they were deformed through the liquid in the thick culture tank.

Suddenly, an idea jumped into his mind: This is the effect of the super-giant void shield, the shield, the giant void shield that protects the palace and the sanctuary, as well as the defenders below.

This void shield is so big, it may be bigger than the one his teacher built for the Iron Blood with his own energy. He thought.

But the palace...?

The sanctuary...? Some kind of chapel?

Uh, Ramizann didn't seem to say that we were going to build a palace. He began to ponder. As for the chapel, there were still too many nailed statues in the Iron Blood chapel that would try to catch him nagging, and usually the machine spirit would try to avoid going there alone.

But Mr. Perturabo is very good at building palaces, theaters, or chapels, which are miraculous and exquisite and magnificent buildings...

He subconsciously wanted to call his own database to compare the scene with the Iron Blood's shipboard database, but there were no such things here for the young Dorn to search conveniently, and his eyebrows were tangled together.

Where are the others? Why am I here alone? And I became... maybe I became... a human...?

He turned around and looked around again, and found that he was not wearing any metal armor, but was wearing a yellow coat made of some kind of animal hair. The thin and shabby robe was covered with a gray waterproof cloak on the outermost part. The weird and bad-smelling rainwater was condensing on the outside of the waterproof cloak, forming wet and plump water droplets.

Everything in sight looks decayed, decadent, and has lost its vitality and color. There are only flower beds, carvings, steps and fences made of various stones, as well as the unattended and erosive rain and water that grow crazily from them. The strong wind from high places blew down the fallen and broken flowers and plants.

So far, he seemed to have been standing on an abandoned elevated garden platform in some huge complex.

Stationing here is not an option.

Magna tried to move his new legs and feet - the strange rhythm formed by flesh and bone was not particularly used to him who was used to the delicate and self-disciplined cooperation of steel and servers - in the direction of the stone path that looked like going down the mountain. Take two steps.

Then he heard someone talking in that direction.

"I've seen enough." The voice of a painful, old, tired and desperate man sounded like he was talking to himself, but also seemed to be talking about the decay of everything here and the rain falling in the sky, " If He knew that history would eventually consume Him, why didn't He tell us? If He had big plans, why didn't He share them with us? "

"Uh, excuse me?"

The trembling man who had already crossed the fence seemed to be startled by Magna coming out of the depths of the dense bushes and vines that had completely obscured his figure. His thin arms were holding on to the fence, making people worried about him. In the next second, his foot will slip and he will fall down.

He gasped pathetically in shock, "Who?"

Magna quickly walked over and lifted him from outside the fence back to the solid ground like a chicken.

"Well, I'm sorry if I scared you..."

The other person stared blankly at Magna's slightly uneasy face with his mouth half open, as if the person in front of him had said something terrible and earth-shattering.

"S-Sir?"

The man who seemed to be a civilian employee looked at him, and gradually his voice began to sound frightened and desperate.

"My lord?! Lord Dorne?! What's wrong with you?!"