Warhammer: Start with a dog

The matriarch of the glandular hounds was old, with frosty hair falling on her worn-out Astra Militarum uniform and carapace, but she had more hunting experience than anyone else and was more cunning than any hound.

So when Mesa and Mesana pounced on the silver giant one after another according to the tactics they had agreed on with gestures and guttural sounds, Igri did not attack as agreed.

Those two children were too young and too arrogant. They had recently received the favor of the benefactor and thought they could replace Igri.

Igri knew from the beginning that her position would one day be challenged and replaced by younger children, and her body would be decomposed and turned into useful experimental samples and meat for the kennel, and the final destination of the remaining remains would be the huge "meat tank" at the bottom of the spacecraft.

She did not actually feel fear or dread about this ending, because Fabius had stripped such emotions from his creations, so his creations had no fear of anyone or anything.

But she was not replaced like this. She narrowed her eyes, aimed steadily, and pulled the trigger in one go.

She could not be replaced because of the transfer of the favor of the benefactor.

Soul Seeker Crystal Dart Bullet. It looks like a piece of pure and fragile ice crystal or similar crystal. It is a precious trophy of the hounds hunting the Eldar. Even Igri only has one. The physiological poison contained in this strange weapon may not harm a metal creature, but it also has a deadly psychic witchcraft poison that can poison the soul, spirit or anything similar.

Igri used the blood curtain formed by the internal organs and blood of the two sisters who were split by the saber to shoot the most mysterious and deadly Eldar crystal dart at the heel of the silver giant before the liquid spilled.

Then her face, which had just relaxed and had no time to be surprised, flew high with the angry white-gold lightning flash.

In the laboratory that was deserted and silent because the silver phoenix and the golden garuda chased their prey away, and others were chasing or fleeing, the scarlet liquid sprayed from the extremely dense muscles and blood vessels of Igri at high pressure splashed and sprayed half of the wall. As the viscous liquid slowly flowed downward, a hidden door was gradually outlined.

Something was lingering and testing behind it.

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Fabius Bile stepped out of the secret passage, holding his painful torture cane, and was on his way to the hangar in a hurry.

Unfortunately, he had a whole warehouse of frozen gene seed stocks under the apothecary laboratory on the Vesalius. Many of them were remnants of the 12th Company of the Emperor's Children, and some came from small warbands, warbands that suffered heavy losses, or, more often, from dishonorable sneak attacks on the edge of the battlefield. The glandular hounds were more and more skilled in hunting in the shadow of large battles, ambushing and dragging away prey.

These gene seed stocks were the reason why he was able to pass through any Chaos Lord's territory unscathed despite being hunted down. He was really sorry for it. This time, the loss might be even more severe than the last time.

But he still had his base world, so things would not be the worst - as long as he could escape, there were still many young clones of him stored on Urumu for him to use for brain transplants.

The chief pharmacist turned another corner and went down to the next deck through a secret door. Now he was closer to the "thing" just now - Bayer suddenly realized that he was experiencing the first frustration and fear in his heart for a long time - that "thing"! What on earth was that thing? ! Why did it give him a feeling of "Fulgrim" but-

No, when he thought of the face and body of Ferrus, which were made entirely of metal, but in front of them, he performed the postures, habitual movements and combat skills of the Phoenix Lord as flexibly and lightly as if he were flesh and blood, Fabius felt that his originally confident logical world was being greatly challenged.

No, no, it must be explainable, there must be something somewhere that can be deconstructed with logic and principles, although he can't do it now, but it must exist. Just like he started with his comrades in the Third Legion, and then the samples brought to him by the Alphas, more experimental subjects, yes, yes, he always flew around the universe to hunt, but it was never enough, samples and experimental subjects, never enough, repeated experiments could obtain more different mutations, or maybe that group of steel Gorgons was just particularly lucky once.

But that "thing" was not the flesh and blood precision thing that he had studied and understood deeply. He could swear that it must have been made by the descendants of Ferrus after just one look at it - it was all boring metal! The boring metal might contain flesh and blood, but Fabius had never seen anything so flexible and lifelike.

It was so vivid that he even felt a sense of crisis, as if the serious laggard on two different tracks in the pursuit of making humans perfect suddenly started his subspace engine.

No, no, this kind of hand-made and experimental event is a problem of probability and chance. Fabius has encountered it before, such as the birth of Mesa and Mesana, right?

That's right, it might be like this.

Byer frowned. The Gland Hounds always gained less from the Iron Hands Space Marines than from other bloodline Astartes, and the rigorous and intensive firepower of the Iron Hands always caused great losses to the hunting group. As a result, they accidentally became less likely to deal with this group of Medusans when they had a choice.

So much so that in centuries of research, Fabius did not notice any signs of Medusa's changes in this research direction.

Then this group of blacksmiths who he originally thought did not understand the art of flesh and blood and the exquisiteness of genetic engineering, and only knew how to pursue ridiculous and crude metal replacement and worship corpse false gods gave him such a big surprise.

But why were they able to find the Vesalius that had just fallen out of the webway so accurately and successfully board it?

This incident itself was too coincidental.

Fabius's thoughts started to work at high speed again because of this major doubt.

Logically speaking, they used the "key" he kept on this ship to open the abandoned Webway gate during this Warp voyage. He had done this many times before, traveling in the ruins of the Webway, harvesting many dead Craft Worlds or the ruins of other worlds, and never made any mistakes. Moreover, this way of traveling also ensured that most people could not catch him at all...

Insider?

He quickly went through the personnel list. The remnants of the 12th Company of the Emperor's Children had just launched a rebellion, which did not cause any waves except increasing the reserves of gene seeds for Fabius and the meat of the hunting group. Then, under the order of the Chief Lord Commander, Arkenix, who rudely led people to rush into his ship and wanted to tie him up and lock him up, was only for their own purpose?

But they had no reason to... By the way, since this group of brainless idiots could find him, maybe others could find him by following their wake. It was really... stupid!

By the way, wait, Arkenix, where is he? It seems that he hasn't seen the chief of the Phoenix Guard for a long time. What about the other soldiers of the Emperor's Children? Why didn't they come to protect him? Was the mutiny also happening elsewhere on the ship?