Warhammer: Start with a dog

The ground and walls shook beneath their feet.

These vibrations could be the impact of orbital bombardments from further away or explosions during battles, but it was more likely caused by something approaching the city wall defenders in front of them.

Three huge siege engines that were several stories high walked towards the Wall of Satnain with a staggering but destructive step.

If these engines are only as good as when they were created, Magna Dorn is certain - although he cannot make more precise calculations and comparisons now - the amount of firepower deployed on this section of the city wall is enough to destroy their.

Well, if there weren't those conspicuous pink and purple noise warriors with a touch of gold and black that can be seen from a distance and their obvious warp modifications to the siege engines.

Magna Dorn frowned and used his pale blue eyes like iris flames to scan the faces of the Emperor's Children who had been transformed beyond recognition: If anyone is still willing to use the word "face" of humans to call them the last ones, Remaining humanoid silhouette.

The heads of these former Emperor's Children warriors, who are always emitting disorderly tones that humans cannot understand, have now become like the heads of some giant insects:

Their originally beautiful eyelids have been cut off with precision, and the pupils occupy the entire exposed eyeball. The whites of the eyes cannot be seen, so even the weakest light will cause pain to their optic nerves;

Their ears were also surgically cut, and extreme sound-receiving devices were installed on them to give them maximum stimulation to their cerebral cortex every time they heard a sound;

Their mouths and jaws to their necks have been permanently altered by a series of unknown inhuman fillers and surgeries, and now they have no beautifully shaped or richly colored lips to open, close, or eat and speak. Everything has been gouged out and replaced with implants and mechanical devices.

They have now also lost their teeth, tongues, vocal cords and voices, just to hold the Slaanesh in their mouths permanently. These things that are inaudible to human ears can still be heard from the bands that humans can and cannot hear. In the middle, the alien gods of their new faith entered their dreams under the influence of hallucinogenic drugs, and taught them in those debauched babbles the sound waves of the art of bringing death, pain and fear to others. .

They wore purple power armor that faded to pink, and held various weapons made of gold and mica that changed colors. They looked like a kind of horn or an oversized loudspeaker grid, and sang loudly. Here comes the death chant for Slaanesh—

"They will quickly break through the void shield, guard against their sonic attacks, and prepare to engage the enemy."

Magnar Dorn had figured out what was coming, and the cursed, grotesque sonic weapons of the corrupted Third Legion eventually merged with those on the siege engines into an almost physical sonic halo that was That thing finally broke through the void shield's defense, and then——

First of all, there are the massive, "alive" airborne pods dropped from the sky. Some of them were bounced off or burned by the remaining void shields, but at this point, the number of airborne pods dropped is too much. So much so that after the blocking firepower and void shields were exhausted to the extreme, the remaining drop pods that successfully reached the city wall were several times more than what was lost.

The originally normal landing engines and fixed claws of these mechanical creations have been distorted and deformed by supernatural forces, and the tips of their spider-limb-like hairy claws are reaching out to the surroundings like creatures, as densely packed as countless aphids crawling over the buds and branches of the garden.

The members of the Third Legion, intertwined with purple, gold and pink and black, poured out from inside like some kind of chemical smoke, launching a frantic charge towards the Imperial Fists defending the city wall. In fact, they had almost no lines or combinations, but There are just too many of them.

These howling waves of strange pink and purple fluorescence slapped against the yellow and brown rocks formed by the Seventh Legion's new expedition company and the mortal garrison. Although the defender's firepower tore bloody holes among the enemies, the drama The poisonous and beautiful piranha flowers also devoured many defenders, which made the Imperial Fists' already stretched numbers even thinner.

It was as if black roses and thorns were suddenly split open in the grotesquely pale sky with red firelight and black gunpowder smoke. From the twisting gaps, sickly black roses bloomed that withered and withered in a blink of an eye. Generally, the air is filled with the smell of ozone and sulfur, and one - there are many things about to pass through the curtain and appear here.

Magna Dorn—for now "Rogal Dorn"—sighed, raised his legs under the increasingly fanatical admiration of Martius and the others, and spoke with what seemed to be He walked over like a leisurely but actually very fast speed, like a prophet, and before every subspace rift in his memory was completely opened, he faced the warriors of the Emperor's Children who emerged from them, one after another that was more gorgeous than the last. head or chest, and hit them one by one with his giant sword.

"Ah ah ah - how could you let my beautiful sons leave early -"

Following a long and beautiful sigh that made people get goosebumps all over their bodies, a figure knelt down on one knee and appeared on the broad platform in the center of the city wall like a star actor whose spotlight was suddenly turned on.

The newly appeared being was three times taller than the average Astartes, but the armor was stacked like clouds, extremely eye-catching, like a large three-dimensional glitter powder, a shiny purple paint plate dotted with golden edges, and in the right hand was a sharp blade that was also a two-handed weapon for the Astartes, with a fragrant smell, and a grand appearance.

"Oh my--" The Purple Phoenix grinned, "Look who this is? Rogge, I didn't expect that our stone-like Rogge Dorn would one day look so lazy and elegant--"

The golden-armored Primarch whose name he called turned around, propped the giant sword on the ground, frowned and looked at the tall being with exquisite makeup in front of him. Fulgrim looked down at him under the gaze of his brother, giggling, letting the other's eyes sweep over every inch of his body, and even seemed to enjoy the process.

The silver-white hair of the Purple Phoenix fluttered in the rising vortex of the crossfire, explosions and hot blood, like some kind of gorgeous but tattered silk battle flag fluttering in the wind.

Finally, Magna Dorn slowly gave a very sincere evaluation.

"I think..."

"Hmm?"

"According to the ancient video records that I watched with... them... I think your outfit should be more suitable for your current identity with a big pink wavy wig, exaggerated thick lips, heavy eyeliner and ostrich feather sequins."

Fulgrim's facial muscles surged and twisted, and his expression instantly became extremely sinister.

"You are an unromantic, stupid, stone head who always puts on a straight face to seek favor from our father who deserves to be burned." He hissed, "I will let you know the consequences of laughing at me."

Fulgrim raised the sharp blade in his hand towards the "Terra Guardian".

As he was somewhat surprised by Mathius's heart-wrenching and desperate cry, but then he laughed wildly with even more triumph, knocked "Dorn's" body to the ground, stepped on one of his feet, and began to cut the opponent with the single-edged sword, causing blood to flow. At the same time, more Emperor's Children behind Fulgrim landed on the city wall and began to slaughter the defenders here.