Warhammer: Start with a dog

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Samo Kuan was not very happy to carry some parchment scrolls of orders given to him by his master, and drove a single-person vehicle assigned to him by Soltarn, which he treasured. It had powerful all-terrain suspension performance, good shock absorption and a powerful engine. However, it was smoked black and the original color could not be seen. It was said to be a real antique. He ran back and forth behind the communication trenches and bunkers behind the positions, delivering and verifying orders between various command posts.

As for why Titans were deployed in the Star Wars, everyone still needed such retro things as servants and messengers.

The answer is that important orders on this planet must be written on special parchment. Otherwise, whether it is the communication that is easily interfered by various domineering and cool lasers and ion cannons fired by both sides after the battle, or Soltarn, who knows that his former colleagues have a rather unclear relationship with various demons including the magical crystal maze bird and the six-ring people with horns and hooves, always feels uneasy.

In fact, the Earth Ruler's downgrade assessment of his former colleagues has proved to be very valuable. So far, they have thwarted at least eight "coincidences" of issuing orders that did not match the received orders or the coordinates were magically mispronounced, effectively completing the first half of the campaign plan.

Now, the attacking soldiers have advanced to the plains in front of the fortress. The Dragoon Regiment, as a backbone officer, is commanding more organized soldiers to engage in a melee with those soldiers belonging to the Tolamino Warband. At the same time, they need to defend the feet of their own Titans to prevent the desperate cultists or cunning Unborn from entering the void shield and reaching the range where the hot melt bombs can be placed.

At present, the situation on the surface is a typical Iron Warrior vs. Iron Warrior offensive and defensive battle, one defending and the other attacking, both sides adding fuel, the millstone-like battlefield produces fresh fear, pain and desperate souls, winged carnivorous monsters and small demons hovering in the sky, happily feasting on the flesh and blood of corpses and dying people.

But the young man who was sent out to run errands doesn't think so, you see.

He was driving a very powerful and powerful vehicle. This vehicle even had a weapon in front of it that looked large in caliber, but it was not known what it was used for. Or was it a cannon? There was also a twin-linked bolter and a small shield generator. Perhaps he could...

The young man's gray eyes looked at a certain position in the front position with enthusiasm.

He had just delivered the order and still had some extra time. It was obvious that the Space Marines' charge was not something that a mortal like him could join, but it seemed okay to take a detour to see if Leonid and the others needed to pass on a message...?

He would never admit that he wanted to see the battle situation on the front line.

It was obvious that some children were only attracted by the brilliant golden and red colors and the spectacular scenes that exploded instantly, and they did not know the phrase "distance creates beauty".

He thought for a few seconds, then turned the front of the car, tightened the accelerator, and the vehicle floated up. The engine made a long sound similar to the cry of a giant raptor.

"Wu——!"

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The Iron Warrior Lord stood with his hands behind his back in the hall of his latest conquered fortress.

The warsmith and former Chaos Lord who was not chosen by Perturabo for the Trident stood tall and large among his Iron Warriors.

He stood over two meters tall and wore a set of ancient and exquisitely crafted Master Power Armor. The maker of this armor is now unknown with the demise of Olympia, but this armor alone still reflects the extraordinary craftsmanship and carving style of the Iron Warriors' original homeworld.

The silver surface of the power armor was polished to the extreme, almost like countless glittering silver mirrors, and its heavy edging was made of gold. These pure precious metals were chiseled into exquisite patterns of twigs and vines, and the edges of the patterns were embellished with onyx. On the cut face of each onyx gem was a rune of destruction with great evil power.

Unlike his other colleagues, the wizard lord has very long white hair, long enough for him to tie it into a bunch behind his head, and then scattered outside his ochre cloak. As he moved and waved his arms, the cloak that seemed very soft but harder than pure gold surrounded him, and the two shoulder armors of the wizard lord were revealed under the silk fabric of nameless metal. On one side was the skull mask emblem used by the Iron Warriors to this day, and on the other side was Tolamino's personal emblem. A fist wrapped in armor hit the breached fortress.

The eyes of the Iron Warrior Lord were also different from those of his other ancient colleagues. It was an inhuman golden color on the milky white sphere, and the aristocratic face that was exactly the same as Dasadra was also formed by a frown and deep wrinkles like the old soldiers at the time, showing that each of them was troubled by some kind of pain and curse all the time.

The wizard was sprinkling bone meal and crystal ashes on the burning magic circle in the center of the hall. Each grain of crystal dust carried a broken soul, and the bone meal was made from the bones picked out when nine hundred and ninety-nine slaves were beaten to death. Like his beautiful battle flag woven from the tendons extracted from the bodies of a thousand screaming and wailing victims, it was Lord Tolamino's favorite magic weapon and his personal symbol.

The scale of the fortress that corresponds to the identity of Kallan Galbi is undoubtedly smaller. At first, Toramino just wanted to get Honso brought back from the Heart of Hydra, but was unwilling to make peace with him. The batch of pure gene seeds shared by Berossos took advantage of his departure to attack here.

Although Berossus and Honso's lieutenant Onyx died together, Toramino thought this was just the right thing. The war gang members left behind by Berossos complained about this, but Toramino didn't take it seriously. His favorite members of the personal guard suppressed the others. This group of unscrupulous warriors could just be used as the main force in this siege. An addendum sent to the front lines where battles are fierce.

Toramino had always been quite dismissive of the tastes and skills of Honso, a half-breed mongrel who had just been lucky enough to acquire the heritage of a war blacksmith. A man like Honso, who is young and comes from a wild and lowly world, has no way to compare with the nobility of the ancient Olympians, not to mention that he still bleeds half of the blood of the Imperial Fist! Dirty bastard! As long as they recall the scene of their visit after learning that Honso returned to Calan-Gol, hatred and anger that are more burning and poisonous than any demon's venom will be ignited in the hearts of the ancient iron warriors. .

Lucky bastard! He just ate Flix and Kroger and died there. When Balban Falk became a demon, he was the only officer left with him! If Toramino had been present at that time, there would never have been such a mistake of allowing a despicable hybrid to ascend to the title of War Blacksmith! This lowly bastard deserves nothing more than to wipe dirt off the soles of the boots of a true Iron Warrior with his face!

But since occupying it, Toramino has become more and more fascinated by the ancient ghosts and texts contained in the fortress rebuilt by slaves on this ancient ruin. He flipped through his magic parchments and classics. , and at the same time summoned various inanimate beings from the void to come to answer. The most knowledgeable among them are also vague about the earliest origin of this place, but one thing is certain: this place has been buried since the very beginning of its construction. Countless iron: The iron in the blood formed the unique black-red stone walls of Karan-Gol, and the souls that were buried here or secretly eaten by the fortress during the construction and use year after year were not the number he initially thought. In millions——

It's much more impressive and better than that - billions of ghosts of the past hover here, forming cursed corridors and lower passages from above to the foundations, making it impossible for anyone who wants to enter the fortress without going through the gate. Everyone will be warmly welcomed by these resentful and cursed dead - join their ranks and become part of the growing foundation of Kallan-Gol.

And now Toramino received an inspection report from the courtyard near the city wall, and a group of people suspected of being mercenaries ran in while taking advantage of the chaos.

But just as Tolamino lit up the witchcraft flame to observe their movements, he saw them rushing into one of the cursed corridors cautiously but without realizing it.

The wizard lord sprinkled the last pinch of bone meal and crystal dust in his hand with a cruel smile of pleasure. These wailing ghosts can increase the pain of the souls of these visitors in the cursed corridor.

Then wait a while, until the living fortress swallows them one by one, and then "transports" them to the lower level. The barbaric morticians of the Black Mechanicum in the laboratory will repay the wizard with some high-quality Space Marine-based spellcasting materials. The lord's favor.

At this time, an unexpected movement flashed across the bright blue-purple beating edge of the witchcraft flame.

"Um……?"

After observing for a moment, the witch lord gave a few instructions to his guards. Then, the monsters and flesh-winged demons hovering above the tower let out a sharp roar of joy and headed in a certain direction under the city wall.

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The tunnel behind the arch was dark.

It's eerily quiet here. The rumbling sound of gunfire outside the arch and other sounds are isolated. Only a dull heartbeat-like sound comes from deeper underground along the stone wall, and gradually merges with the beating of each person's heart. one.

After walking in groups at a cautious speed for an unknown amount of time, someone spoke up first.

"The distance we are walking is not right. We have been walking in a straight line, but this tunnel cannot be so long." Brother Kayama of the Crimson Fist said calmly, "I was just observing the structure of the fortress behind it at the entrance. It appears that this tunnel is significantly longer than it should be.”

"Seriously, since he is indeed as strong as you say, can't Soltarn W. Bronn provide us with some internal maps here in advance?"

"This place is filled with the malice of the Supreme Heaven." Seraphas closed his eyes, and then quit the meditation sweating profusely. "This fortress is not only built by human and physical power, it is mixed with So many ancient metaphors and curses, the architects who built it clearly used many more slave workers than were normally needed to build it, I could feel it, just an arm's length away from us, this tunnel From the keystone to the ground beneath our feet, every inch is mixed with too much iron and mineral salts, and countless souls are bound inside..."

The implicit yet clear meaning behind this sentence sent a tingling sensation down the backs of everyone who heard it.

"I'd better go with you for now." said the grey-armored Space Marine, while his green-armored companions moved closer to Ventress in the center of the team. "I don't know why, but I always feel that you and your companions are glowing slightly, and look warm and safe. Since Serafus said there are things in these stones, I would rather treat them as monsters that will swallow us than actually being eaten."

"Tsk tsk! These bad and mysterious bastards! Some annoying warp stuff again! Oh, I'm not talking about you, old crow."

"It's okay, you stupid dog." The other party replied, obviously used to such conversations.

Svolgard spit to one side, "Damn it, I remember we just said we wanted to run in and burn or smash something at the beginning, but why is this damn place so difficult to deal with!"

The acidic saliva of the Wolf Brothers did not show any special performance at first-

Then they saw in horror that the stone wall really squirmed.

The whole stone tunnel seemed to "come alive".

"Damn! What is this?!"

The tentative shooting of the bolter only made these living rocks ooze out more fishy, ​​salty and smelly black blood. As the first sound of a baby's cry sounded, more vengeful voices began to linger in the entire space. These voices were full of extreme disharmony and dizzy continuous harshness, designed to deprive anyone who heard them of the ability to think normally.

The shadows in the tunnel seemed to become darker, until they found that the light had been swallowed by the wriggling nightmare-like shadows-these shadows seemed to have substance and life, like some kind of black mucus amoeba that did not reflect light at all. They became more and more, and even the bloodstone walls of Kalan-Gor did not seem so dark in front of these dark shadows.

What's more terrifying is that as the Space Marines fired, they seemed to be further enraged. The gaps in the stones above, in front, behind, under the feet, and in all directions were slowly but continuously oozing out this demonic black shadow between oil and paste. What made people's scalps numb was the eyes.

Countless eyes of different sizes lurk in these sticky, foaming, and smelly shadows, watching them from all directions.

They cry, wail, and shout meaningless sounds with their soft bodies without mouths, until the buzzing sounds gradually turn into some recognizable language in the ears of the members of this assault team.

...Shame...Laughing...Loser...

...They betrayed you...They think you deserve to die...

...You are worthless, you can be abandoned...

...You are just a tool...You are the black lamb...

...Without honor...Your life...is just a collection of lies...Your fear and anger...are the truth...

...Only death...

...Awaiting you...