Warhammer: Start with a dog

Chapter 425 Wow, what a famous scene that deserves to be recorded in many ways (4K2 two-in-one chapter)-

Thirty seconds after the order from the Primarch Saint was issued, the Iron Hands' search and kill teams on the ship all received new orders, requiring them to search for all possible places where the two lying men could be hidden. Every corner must be searched carefully, which suddenly leads to a great increase in the frequency of firefights in the dark.

Those hunting packs of gland hounds wearing worn-out armor and armed with various weapons were extremely threatening. It goes without saying that they and the Chaos Space Marines were originally the main targets for killing.

More hidden parts of the tank survivors and mutant tribes were also discovered, and then became a numerical value in the calculation of ammunition consumption data and advancement distance and time. Although it is cruel, it is also accurate, efficient and neat. There are no cruel killings or unnecessary movements, and even the distribution of bullets is precise enough to kill with one shot.

Because after communicating with the Digital Iron Fathers, the original order for them was to "kill all attackers and resisters during the search regardless of their appearance." Therefore, bringing these unnatural things that would contaminate the human gene pool The most aggressive creatures among the products ended up with nothing but death and flames spouting from the muzzles.

In fact, although the Iron Hands did not say it, they unanimously believed in their respective ultra-high-speed communication thoughts that the same weak compassionate heart shown by the Primarch in this order as in 30K was completely unnecessary.

Because, although this order only allows them to fire on attackers and resisters, within these communities of creatures who are loyal to their creator and benefactor Fabius Bayer, there are many people who are hidden by their so-called parents and relatives. Those creatures only have a relatively young appearance, but in fact they are not innocent civilians with no power, such as old, young, women and children.

These creatures, which look like teenagers, girls and children, will take the initiative to attack the Iron Hands seekers many times with strength that does not match their appearance, extremely strong aggression and precise ruthlessness. There is no such thing as an "attacker" that cannot be assigned. The types in this prerequisite set.

As time goes by, the search teams report more and more losses - the opponents who were originally fighting independently and relatively loosely seem to have become more organized, and their combat strategies have become more organized, learning from the tactics of the Iron Hands. , There are also more precise methods of observing the weaknesses of their equipment and making attack attempts.

Even gradually, in some corners where the terrain was quite advantageous, these creatures succeeded in using human sea tactics to cause the Iron Hands to begin to suffer temporary attrition.

Including, but not limited to, at the cost of being penetrated by the body (these creatures are even so tenacious that they can still attack with all their strength for more than ten seconds after their abdominal cavity is completely broken). Using a sharpened iron rod to penetrate deeply into the helmet eyepiece and stirring it vigorously or using a sharp Metal fragments were inserted into the soft joints of the power armor's joints, creating attack opportunities for subsequent companions.

On the other side, according to more experimental records found and recovered by Garuda Iron Hand and Fearless Phoenix, Fabius used the gene seeds, clones, and his own principles that he had cheated, traded, and plundered. The vast majority of the so-called "new humans" created by the obscure genetic cut-and-paste operation and the flesh-and-blood grafting transformation he was proficient in were able to walk independently within hours of being born in the cloning chamber. , learned to speak, understand the words of the nannies and see everything around her, and began to eat solid food.

Then, about a week after they were born, these strange artificial creatures that still maintained the body shape of "human children" were encouraged to start learning to "hunt pests" for food.

It can be said that apart from the appearance and language used to blend in with humans, they look nothing like humans.

"He called mortals contemptuously 'vermin' and used them to feed the flesh and blood monsters he made. But he forgot that he himself was just a mortal on Terra back then."

Fearless Phoenix's anger has become much calmer because it is too strong, because now the goal is clear: even in this universe, he will always, always, always hunt down Fabius Bayer and his creations, Until the last cell is completely eliminated. "The great traitor. I will destroy him completely, even if he becomes the enemy of the entire Supreme Heaven."

Garuda did not speak, but he did not disagree with this. He just allowed a strong electronic pulse mind simulation signal to flow into Fulgrim Ishtar's amniotic fluid chamber through the shared link, and supported it from the bottom of his heart. The tremor made Fearless Phoenix nod. "Thank you, my friend."

"The ancestor who calls himself the 'New Humanity' wants to do what he has done before but claims to be humble and willing to die for it - and then he is unwilling to truly die. In order to live, he is willing to be bridleled by the chaos of the highest heaven. A carrot donkey, this kind of sacrifice? Oh, he is not worthy of doing what he has done! Our father is as clear as a mirror, and this spider is not worthy of being the sole of his shoes!"

Garuda Ironhand let out a rare and surprising low sound, clearly marking the latest news from the front line that came from the so-called "factory area" and the power cabin on the ground floor near the ruins on Fearless Phoenix's retina.

"...!"

Fulgrim just glanced briefly, then immediately jumped up, turned into a silver afterimage, and rushed straight to the area where the target appeared.

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The clan members who stayed in the Lakuan Clan Hall, who were furious after receiving the report of casualties, immediately passed a new motion to release more Thunderhawks to Vesalius, and quickly transported more warriors commanded by the Iron Father and Iron Priests, so as to start a new round of more detailed search for any moving objects here-

It is worth mentioning that the Lakuan Clan Dreadnoughts were extremely unfriendly to their weight and body size, and therefore refused to allow them to land and participate in the operation. They unanimously suggested that the Primarch should directly send a full-strength Dreadnought Squadron to board the ship from the open hangar.

Then they can let them "carry out appropriate, accurate, and restrained volleys on the passage here, so that the shape of the interior of this ship becomes more spacious and suitable for walking, because half of the members of the glorious Lakuan are Dreadnoughts! It is not necessary to use this reason to keep us in the back and do nothing!"-An excited speech from a Dreadnought veteran who just didn't have enough places to squeeze into the first batch of landings.

In the rare and heated search and clean-up of the battlefield (or street fighting), some members of the Iron Hands have noticed that there are still no Martian visitors in their operation this time, not even one. Similarly, the battle logs and codes are also rarely placed in a separate data partition and are not open to their Martian allies.

This order, which is apparently an excuse to send the members of the Mechanicus away, was originally issued by Malkan and the leader of the Basque clan of Karagu.

The original intention was to conceal the return of the Saint Ferrus in the form of an ancient dreadnought.

In fact, they now think about it and feel a little confused: since the Martian sect can even replace some small clan joint seats on Medusa, and has three permanent seats, and often speaks on behalf of other clans that have no time to come or puts forward their own opinions on the development and battle trends of the Iron Hands, then why, when they found that Ferrus might really have the hope of returning to them, their first reaction was not to inform the priests from the Martian forge world...?

Obviously, for the believers of Om Messiah, the other identity of the Martian priests is the agents and preachers of the God of All Machines.

The final conclusion is that some unspeakable biological intuition that cannot be summarized by logic drives their first action reaction.

But it is not particularly surprising that Malkan Ferros would make such a decision together.

Because his student, Cardan Stunus, gave an important speech about steel and soul after the Highland Year Rebellion, and did not put it into practice for more than 500 years afterwards: he has been secretly trying to quietly restore some of the glory of the former Iron Tenth Legion.

Cardan overruled all objections and asked the warband to recognize that priests, pharmacists and think tanks have the qualifications to become the father of steel - this means that they can also get a seat of their own voice in the Iron Council, and the seats of the Iron Council also introduced representatives sent by the Iron Hands: including members of the Brass Claws, Iron Lords, Iron Fists, Scarlet Claws and other warbands.

Through such measures, the war leader Cardan Stounus actually obtained his long term of office, and at the same time checked the growing voice of the Voice of Mars in the Iron Council.

It can be seen from this that although the two masters and apprentices are also mechanized and transformed, they are not stupid in estimating human nature, which is the luck of the Iron Hands.

Otherwise, Ferrus Manus admitted that he "didn't know how to face some brothers and their descendants normally after reading some past Iron Hands battle records", and then he was teased by the Fearless Phoenix, "The Iron Gorgon will also hide his face one day, then any miracle will not be surprising."

Therefore, after reading the records, Ferrus Manus told the Fearless Phoenix that "the tasks assigned to these two descendants are relatively more reliable", and at this moment when Cardan has not arrived, Malkan and his old friends are the most reliable team of officers.

So now this group of most reliable and father-friendly officers are sending other search teams far away, and forming a team to search nervously in a tall workshop where a generator set is located.

Everyone's weapons are ready to go, and all detection equipment is turned to the most sensitive mode.

The tingling sensation brought by the unprecedented dangerous pressure is attacking the neural interface on the furnace chain of each of them, and there is also a violent and huge flow of analytical data flowing with their calculation team.

The complex hexadecimal matrix formula of the "Calculus of Battle" is being calculated intensively by the Magi Calculi of Lakuan. The winning rate given by the deadline is not high, and the preliminary prediction results of the calculation are even more incredible.

Therefore, they have asked the calculation Magi Prognostiseer team to re-hold the data sacrifice ceremony for high-speed calculation, even if this will put the data prognostiseers' calculation modules at risk of overheating and breakdown.

But this time is special. Even if the chance of winning is relatively low, the descendants of Tie Shi will not give up. But at the same time, due to the special nature of the result, they have reduced the scope of participants to the minimum allowed limit.

Because the preliminary result of the data calculation prediction ceremony is that they may catch an unexpected, unprecedented, and huge trophy for the Iron Hands, which they have been waiting for ten thousand years...

Gunshots rang out.

It was the shooting weapon that the mutant hounds loved to use, but the shooting point was tricky and accurate. If the people standing here were just recruits or Iron Hands monks who did not have enough relic prostheses and were not strong enough in transformation, they might have been captured.

But the Forge Master, Iron Father and clan leaders immediately fought back accurately and resolutely.

Soon, those shooting points fell into silence, and the metallic smell of fresh blood began to spread strongly in the air of this mechanical space.

But more gunshots began to ring.

The firing sounds of various brands of guns made a discordant rhythm, and the weak bullets hit the ancient and sophisticated armor of the Iron Hands. They relied on calculations to predict the trajectory of these low-speed shots and easily withstood this wave of barrage attacks, but the number of mutants holding weapons on the other side was unexpectedly large, and there were even some traitors of the Emperor's Children mixed in.

No wonder the calculated winning rate is so low, but before the Primarch arrives, they can't and won't retreat.

It seems that someone deliberately succeeded in suppressing these mixed and difficult-to-control enemies in the early stage, miraculously suppressing their desire to attack, letting them lie dormant here, causing the officer squad to misjudge the number and quality of the enemy, and now is the time for this invisible commander behind the scenes to reap the fruits of the battle.

But this is still not a problem, the clan elites gathered here, each of them is a veteran with hundreds of years of reliable experience, and has absorbed all the knowledge and spirit of the relic prosthesis transplanted into their bodies.

The Iron Hands switched between shooting and melee calmly and methodically, and each explosive shell fired was carefully calculated hundreds of times.

Soon, many sniper positions became quiet, and those huge mutants or Chaos Space Marines with sharp claws and teeth who dared to jump out to attack them in melee were chopped into a mixture of steaming fresh organic matter and ceramic steel fragments.

They had killed a certain number of them, and the balance of victory in the battle was slowly tilting towards the Iron Hands.

But suddenly there was something.

A huge, light, elegant, and unstoppable existence wearing simple armor plates rushed towards them through the jungle of steel and cables and half of the power generation hall.

A second before Malkan Ferros was dismembered into pieces, he saw clearly the blade used by the person who dismembered him: it was almost just a piece of hastily sharpened, crude iron.

But the user's strength, speed and skill completely made up for everything else.

The primitive combat dagger pierced Malkan's neck and began to cut and disintegrate -

A silver storm rolled over, and this time he finally succeeded in preventing the tragedy of beheading.

Silver eyes met purple eyes.

The golden figure of the mechanical bird was also reflected in the purple iris of the face he was familiar with.

Six eyes met.

Two Fulgrims and one Ferrus Manus.