Warhammer: Start with a dog

Chapter 574 Interlude 1 It is impossible for Lao Deng not to cause trouble on the day of Ascension-

Destiny Steel

Simulated Terra time 15:15PM

"Lead the people I send to you to strengthen the defense of the chapel before midnight tonight. You must defend it like defending the palace! The loser will be slashed to death by eleven to punish such weakness!"

Sigismond was in charge of calculating the desserts, drinks and training room usage time lost by both sides in this canteen attack and defense battle, and suddenly heard such a gnashing and quite retro command from his mechanical senses.

This voice is very distinctive, very much like Lord Ramizane, but lacking the lingering lazy feeling, with a little bit of imperceptible electronic synthesis sound in the tail tone-it is Lord Perturabo.

The thought of the Knights Templar flashed through the neatly arranged biochips like lightning, and then replied to the other party in the next millisecond.

"The order has been received. All personnel not on duty will be summoned to the chapel defense line in thirty minutes and begin reinforcement work."

"Twenty minutes!"

"... The order has been received. Correct the time again and start issuing assembly notices to non-duty personnel."

"Go outside the chapel in ten minutes to receive the two teams of iron rings I sent. And - is he still motionless? When Fulgrim and the others came, too?"

"No, Lord Perturabo." The mecha's electronic eyes, emitting a faint blue light, moved faster on the lines of settlement data, sending data to the kitchen, while continuing to deal with his new boss who had recovered a bit of good mood from his unpleasant mood after being obviously bossy. "Rog Dorn's amniotic fluid tank is still stable, No abnormality. Do you need me to send you another copy of your surveillance footage? "

"Hmph! No need! I can watch it myself! - He was once your genetic father, Sigismund, you should use honorifics for him!"

"As you wish, my lord. Lord Rogal Dorn's amniotic fluid chamber has been running smoothly in the past week, without any abnormality."

"Hmph. Remember your mission."

With a distant electronic prompt sound, the Templar Knight sent all the data packets of the judgment results to the officers beside him. Two seconds later, the file sent to the kitchen also showed that the transmission was completed. The soldiers gathered around him heard the roar of his core reactor increasing its power - those who knew him knew that this was the sound when he was about to start short-distance transmission.

"The referee's settlement is over. I have to go. Temporary mission."

"Where are you going? Lord Sigismund? Is there anything we can do for you?"

The one who asked the question boldly was an enthusiastic member of the First Company, a former Imperial Fist, a tough guy who was selected into the First Company of the "Silver Skull" for his excellent quality. Now this veteran looked at the Astartes-sized mecha with burning eyes as if he was looking at his favorite painful gloves.

"No, there are enough people." The calm voice of the Templar Knights came from behind the visor, "Your task tonight is to decorate the entire cafeteria and prepare your tribute program. As far as I know, Lord Magna will definitely come with Lord Guilliman tonight. Your task is here, make them happy, and don't let anything else disturb the adults' good mood to relax tonight."

"Then what about Lord Ramizane and... Lord Perturabo?" The Astartes took off their helmets and felt the slight sting of the electric charge on their faces before the transmission, so they retreated to a distance.

"It's hard to say." A narrow space crack formed, and the Templar Knight stepped into it. "If I complete my mission well, they will appear. So don't slack off. Even in the Terra Palace, it's not often that more than three Primarchs can be gathered. This is a big scene, don't mess it up."

When the last few fragments of the space crack returned to the space's proper field of vision, the people who were left behind began to discuss enthusiastically.

"A task that even Lord Sigismund has to say is not good..." The Astartes who were left in front of the cafeteria looked at each other, "I really don't know what kind of powerful and unimaginable opponent it is."

"Nurgle's demon army? Don't Wandering Port and the fleet still have quarantine ships?"

"It's been done. I heard that our Chapter Chief Pharmacist brought those cousins ​​from the Death Guard to kill all the Nurgle believers who were mixed in with the Cadian refugees. They even took out the ion flames of the reactor for disinfection. To be honest, why would anyone believe in Nurgle in such a place? Isn't it chaotic enough?"

"Maybe it's the Ork warlords? I heard recently that they are actually quite rampant in other parts of the galaxy. There should be giant individuals that are strong enough." A former member of the Warhounds said thoughtfully, "My axe is thirsty!"

"That has nothing to do with us here. The orcs around the routes of the Calixis sector have been almost wiped out by the Iron Hands. The places they have dealt with will probably not have any orcs in the near future."

This is a former warrior of the Emperor's Children. This group of survivors of Istvaan III was replaced by "Now you have three Primarchs. One is young and tender, approachable and likes to drive screws. He is learning how to be a noble and pretentious person." The Primarch, a lying Dreadnaught but still able to wield the sword and carrying Ferrus Manus, and a long-horned, fat snake-faced old woman are continuing to fight the Great Demon of Slaanesh in the subspace. Guo has recently been showing off his super-large clothes all over the empire, raping the eyes of everyone who saw it." After this shocking shock equivalent to ten thousand years, he quietly and calmly () interacted with him ten thousand years later. The juniors met. Although he ultimately did not choose to return to the current company of the Emperor's Children, the two parties still maintained contact and exchanged information, so he was better informed.

"I once cooperated with the Iron Hands nine thousand years ago, which is nostalgic... But I heard that their fighting style has changed a lot now. If they don't grow orcs, will they not even grow living creatures? But the orcs are like Like mushrooms, they always pop up somewhere, maybe Tyranids?”

"The direction where the Hive Fleet's tentacles are coming is from the other side of the galaxy, which is far away from us. However, sooner or later, it will reach here. I still have respect for the people and warriors of the empire today, but I'm afraid they have too many things. In the end, it was impossible to completely resist... I don’t know if it is to be prepared, but I heard that the Chapter is selecting a special operations team to target the Tyranids. "

"Is this happening? Why haven't I heard about it?"

"Didn't the recently synthesized enemies in the simulation training hall include various types of Tyranids? That means there will definitely be related actions in the future."

"That's it! Some of those bugs are really difficult to deal with, and the trickiest thing is that they can even evolve themselves, which means there are a lot less choices."

"If it's neither, what is it?"

"The Eldar have shown no obvious signs of war with humans recently. These pointed ears suddenly shrank. I heard that there are many Eldar mercenaries dressed as adventurers and merchants in Wandering Port."

"What mercenaries? In my opinion, they are all pirates and spies! These pointy ears are not worthy of trust."

"However, the Wandering Port is now called the 'Free Trade Experimental Zone' according to Lord Lamizane's intention. In theory, all alien races can come in and trade as long as they can pass quarantine and security inspections. I heard my juniors mention that the Far Eastern Planet A group of blue-skinned aliens also appeared in the domain, causing a little commotion."

"Then it's none of our business. Lord Guilliman himself is also working here in Wandering Port. He didn't say much about this group of aliens. I guess Lord Perturabo can't comment too much. After all, , you know, that is Lord Guilliman’s Five Hundred Worlds.”

*A silent smile passed through the crowd.

"Hey, let's go! Let's clean up! If we don't clean up the ruins, how will we decorate the venue later?! Don't stay here, otherwise we will judge you as large non-burnable garbage!"

The scowl was from those who did not take turns to enjoy this confrontation. Those who did not take turns were responsible for cleaning the battlefield and removing all solid waste. Naturally, they were full of resentment.

They were also followed by a group of newly arrived Cadian crew members who were stunned with laser guns, shovels, brooms and other cleaning tools in their hands - even though a certain border collie declared that he did not need "no" on his ship. Reliable, will increase variables, Fragile" mortals, but in the end he agreed to recruit a group of Cadian mortals to receive naval training as the new Seleucid auxiliaries ten thousand years later. Of course, this was also regarded as the Destiny Steel's confrontation with the three thousand A certain kindness unleashed by the Vancadian immigrants.

So everyone who was chatting shut up and began to help them clean and decorate the canteen.

"Speaking of... why do we need to temporarily arrange a canteen to celebrate Lord Sanguinius's... death... Ascension Day? Regardless of why we need to celebrate this... don't we have a chapel? Isn't it more suitable for everyone to gather there? Come to the festival ceremony together?”

"Compared to this, I simply can't imagine how we would face this situation if we had cousins ​​from the Ninth Legion here. The atmosphere will definitely become more solemn than setting out to kill ten worm hive tyrants."

"...Oh...Thank God, my toes are already digging into my boots. Should I say it's lucky that we don't have Lord Sanguinius's heir here now..."

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Destiny Steel

Simulated Terra Time 15:25PM

in front of chapel

"It's great that you can come here! Sir!" Maxim, the current adjutant and temporary leader of the 10th Company, hurriedly came forward and saluted Sigismund who appeared here.

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"How's the situation?" He nodded in return, and the young Astartes opposite, who was once an Astral Knight, became obviously excited.

Although Sigismund's multi-functional multi-spectrum mechanical bionic eye scanned for a second and found many clues, he was still willing to ask the young officer first, which was more in line with a wonderful sense of ritual. Planting things is so necessary today.

Maxim's power armor and helmet were all covered with traces of flames, bullet pits and knife cuts. The original color of ceramic steel was revealed in many places. The tightly arranged and beautiful lines on the gun steel texture were silver and shiny, and there were traces of gold on them. Seeing this, Sigismund's bionic brow muscles jumped: the ceramic steel base material of these little guys was actually a composite material of refined gold and moon silver, which means that these power armors were all fine power armors that had been greatly improved in terms of psychic use, resistance, and physical resistance. They were comparable to the pure golden armor of the Imperial Guards in some aspects. No wonder they could resist here for so long.

Judging from the layout of the lines, Sigismund was too familiar with it. It was produced by the armory, but the original design must not have been drawn by Decima. Decima, a ball dismantling expert and firepower madman, could not draw such a calm but still elegant and beautiful line. It could only be drawn by one person.

...Lucky descendants, he thought.

For a split second, he really wanted to take them to the iron cage. What would happen?

Sigismund's mechanical eye blinked, and some pink and blue magic witch fires that just tried to ignite on the biochip were extinguished by the "field" formed in an instant.

"A new wave of offensive was just repelled by us three minutes ago! Another minute ago, two teams of iron ring robot soldiers arrived here, but I don't have their permission documents, so we are still on the position now. We will not retreat without orders."

"I have their and your authorization documents. Take a look."

Sigismund nodded, transmitted the data, and took out the authorized and stamped written documents for the other party to compare.

"They will be commanded by me personally, you don't have to worry about it. You have been defending here continuously since six days ago, and it's time to take turns to rest. Tonight in the cafeteria, not only will the Primarchs be present, but there will also be many tribute programs and a sumptuous Ascension Festival dinner prepared for us by the big kitchen. I think you will definitely not want to miss tonight's menu-does the entire Tenth Company have it now?"

"Yes, sir, the twenty-seven of us have moved to the back position, and the Fearless Brothers have also begun to retreat. But I think the next wave of attack will begin soon."

"Very good, your position is now handed over to Iron Ring, they will enter the defensive position in ten seconds. Now that your shift is completed, you can go back to rest."

"Yes, sir, thank you, although you are on duty for us, I still want to wish you a happy holiday."

Aha, a very polite and likable junior indeed. I heard that they were trained by Perturabo himself... Hehe, if the Lord of Steel had cared half as much about his legion back then...

"Happy holidays, Maxim, take your brothers to wash up and enjoy the holidays."

The adjutant of the Tenth Company saluted him again, and then the footsteps of the power armors disappeared in an orderly manner along the corridor.

"Well... let's see, it is said that your power has increased after the Great Rift, and I will have the honor to experience it myself now."

The exquisite but smoky golden relief door of the chapel slowly opened a gap.

Sigismund stood in the center of the line of specialized mechas, drew his sword, and put the sword ridge against his forehead.

The flames were burning under the skull's visor and the black power armor.

Behind the silent army of the dead is...

The glorious figure reflected the sun-like gold in Sigismund's blue bionic iris.