Warhammer: Start with a dog

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"If order still exists, chaos is everywhere."

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In front of the Webway Gate, the mortals in the Imperial garrison almost cheered for the victory of the silver-armored warriors, but they nervously grasped their weapons because of the strange silence of others around them.

The Grey Knights also did not speak. They quickly dispersed according to the team, crossed the defense circle of the human garrison in an orderly manner, and faced the Webway Gate.

The next moment, as if sensing something, the edge of the elegant and strange spirit bone structure emitted a cold glimmer, the dust in the air was stirred up by invisible energy, and smoke rose. Eldrad, Ivrene, Visage and other members of the Death Army who survived the disaster rushed out from inside, and then stopped in the open space in front of the gate in astonishment.

"What's going on?! Who are you?"

The Grey Knights did not speak, nor did they attack. Only the orchid eyepieces on everyone's helmets stared at the Eldar quietly.

Eldrad signaled them not to move. "These...humans have very powerful psychic powers. It's best to find out what they are here for."

The clown members of the Midnight Mourning Troupe disappeared silently again. No one knew whether they were still here, wandering further away, or perhaps they had already gone far away.

Malcador was the last one to step out of the Webway Gate leisurely. He nodded when he saw the group of silver-armored knights for the first time.

"Ah, it's you. You all came at the right time, but it would have been better if you had come earlier."

"My lord." The leading Grey Knight saluted him.

The old man in the civil servant robe nodded solemnly, "It's been a long time, son of the Titan."

His eyes moved to the back of the solid wall of silver armor. After his eyes met and separated from the living saint, he looked past the crowd who were also looking forward to him and looked in the direction of the battlefield just now.

"Ahriman, is he okay?"

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"In the name of the King of Kings." A Grey Knight walked from the back of the team, working in an orderly manner to separate the vigilant and wounded Eldar and Malcador's coalition forces, and walked to the Grand Master who had been half-kneeling in the scattered armor and the ashes left by the burning demons since the disappearance of the Great Demon of Tzeentch.

"Azek, is that you? Our brother?"

Grand Master Azek Olmuzd Ahriman stood still like a statue. He did not move, nor did he respond to his brother's questions.

The psychic connection between their squad and company was now silent. Even Hyperion, who was known for his sensitivity, could not feel the slightest familiar and reassuring connection at such a close distance. Ahriman still had not opened his mind to his brothers as usual.

The tip of the Grey Knight's psychic halberd, which was inlaid with the skull of a previous hero, drooped slightly, and the bio-energy valve on it flickered slightly, and the orchid psychic light blade immediately appeared on the surface of the sharp monomolecular battle blade.

He confirmed it one last time.

"Grandmaster Ahriman, is that you?"

The Grey Knight who was asked moved, and the transparent frost that had spread and covered his whole body turned into fragments of varying sizes and fell from the surface of his silver armor to the ground, and then turned into water vapor and disappeared without a trace.

He exhaled a long breath of turbid air, raised his head, opened his deep blue eyes, and a stronger and purer energy burned deep in his pupils.

Then the warrior stood up, put his psychic halberd back behind him, faced the newcomer, and rolled his boots on the ground mixed with parchment ash and frost, leaving deep marks.

"It's me." His voice was heavy and pleasant, as if two cellos made of the same piece of wood were playing the same chord at the same time. "Hyperion."

Although no one made a sound, something tense in the air seemed to relax a little, and a few mortals realized that they had been holding their breath for a long time and gasped for air.

"Ahriman."

Malcador had already passed through the warriors and the crowd, and the living saint was already whispering to explain to others and soothe their emotions.

"My Lord." The Grand Master also saluted the other party, "Long time no see."

"Long time no see. How is he doing recently?"

Although the former Prime Minister did not mention the name, Ahriman immediately understood who he was asking about, "He is doing well, my Lord."

"Why didn't he come with you? I thought he would be happy to come and observe and record such things in person."

"He has been traveling recently and has been tripped up by some endless unexpected events. But as far as I know, his life is safe, but he is a little bit indecisive. You know. The reason why he sent me here specifically is for my own business, and secondly, he knows that you may be here and need our help."

The old man nodded tolerantly, then asked the Grey Knights to disperse to the outermost perimeter and make a guarding gesture, and then walked over again to let the giants of the Death Army come to hold a small meeting.

"Do you see the next prophecy location? Is it time? Eldrad."

The Supreme Prophet raised his eyebrows, "Is your power not enough to make an accurate divination? Malcador."

"This prophecy must be made by you."

"Isn't strength respected at this time?" Despite saying this, the Supreme Prophet knew that Malcador was right, so he still said the name.

"Crassus, the Frozen Crone's Claw, the Frost Moon. - This is our next destination." He added worriedly, "But I saw blood splashed on the snow, warm The blood stained the old woman's claws bright red. This is not a good sign."

The members of the Midnight Mourning Troupe emerged one after another and performed a grandiose ceremony towards Malcador according to the will of their god.

The former regent was not moved at all, and there was even a trace of inexplicable fatigue in his eyebrows - if Lamizane saw it, he would definitely say that this is a true portrayal of tiredness of a person who has been on a business trip for a long time and worked overtime, "Lead the way. . I guess you must have a working webway gate up there. As for the enemy, I’m just telling you, don’t worry too much.”

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The Webway Gate on Krasus was guided by the Harlequins and triggered its fractal entrance by Ifreni using her own psychic flame as a medium. The coalition forces, who had been warned by the Supreme Prophet, immediately used all defensive measures. , grasped the weapon and rushed out.

Outside the door was a deathly silent, snow-capped wasteland. They found themselves standing inside a huge, empty crater with towering cliffs. Its vertical cliffs were more than ten stories high, and the edges were covered with sharp rocks and permanently frozen ice edges. , goose-feather-like snowflakes were flying between the sky and the earth, the cold wind was as sharp as a knife, stepping on the snow that was unknown several meters thick, and the raging blizzard on the planet almost immediately buried half of their feet.

They looked around vigilantly and waited in place for a long time.

But nothing happened. Apart from the endless howling cold wind, snowflakes, and stars in the sky, it seemed that they were the only living creatures here.

To be on the safe side, Malcador sent out a reconnaissance team of Gray Knights to the surrounding area. These newly arrived forces could also use their own psychic connection network for temporary encrypted communication, which was very convenient.

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"The reconnaissance team reported that there are no signs of biological activity within a radius of twenty kilometers. There are no visible ships or landing craft within the detectable range of the sky. They are retreating."

Although the Eldar have always maintained a certain respect for the prophecies of their prophets, humans are not so tactful. Many of them looked directly and suspiciously at the alien that had just scared everyone. Fortunately, there was someone at this time Opening his mouth saved Eldrad from his embarrassment.

"It's best if you don't have it. Well...if nothing happens, as long as we stay here for six hours and one minute, we can reopen the webway door and go to our final destination. Thank God. I am Old Bones, I would rather dig an igloo here and warm myself by the fire than continue to be shackled in the snow and cast some spells that can obviously incinerate the opponent in a few seconds but insist on simmering. "

Before he finished speaking, the special hissing sound of the energy-guiding valve of the psychic halberd in Ahriman's hand suddenly sounded. The Gray Knights and Black Templars took the lead in drawing out their weapons vigilantly, while the Wind Riders and Harlequins jumped to a higher place lightly. The rocks and ice disappeared between gaps and low clouds of snow.

"Aren't you going to take action?" The Supreme Prophet suddenly asked.

"The time has not yet come, Great Prophet. I am already very helpful here in protecting humanity." The former imperial regent replied calmly, "If you want to use humanity as a new line of defense to delay your demise, you'd better not be too stingy at this time. Your warriors, besides, " He pointed at the group of Dark Eldar vehicles that emerged further behind the Black Legion Chaos Space Marines that rushed at high speed from the countless space cracks that opened in the distance. "You dark kin all know what you have gained. It’s a lot of money to be willing to give up.”

The Great Prophet had no time to answer the old man. He raised his staff and began to add protection and speed to every warrior in his team. The black legion was coming menacingly, and the blessings of some dark gods were clearly visible on their power armor and even on the Chaos Knights. The ground is beating - obviously some gamblers in the supreme sky who have lost too much can't sit still and are trying to steal. Cheating, because at the end of the Black Legion team, they saw Warmaster Abaddon, who was shining with four dark blessings and holding the magic sword high to supervise the battle. The serious injury he suffered in Cadia had almost healed. Only The cracks on the breastplate that had not yet been repaired shone with a scarlet light so intense that you could smell blood just by looking at it.

Ifreni was surprised to find that, in addition to her own Death Army and followers, the large reinforcements that surrounded and attacked the Black Army actually came from those who had fought with her in life-and-death battles in the arena, and even in real life. The Dark Eldar Blade Queen who killed her once - Lylith Hesperax.

Obviously, the most outstanding arena star and slay queen of the Witch Spirit Cult has some overt and covert obligations to her boss and sponsor Archon Victor for some purpose. Efreni recognized this as the darkness directly under her. The Eldar Arena Warriors, and the Harlequins of Midnight Mourning were apparently less than innocent when it came to the reinforcements that had appeared so precisely and fatally.

But she couldn't care less about worrying too much. The most important thing now was that more people could help the Death Army defeat the Black Legion, because how much could she gain in the last negotiation before landing on Macragge? The chips depend on how overwhelming the victory in this battle is.

Fortunately, although the gods opened a cheating portal for the Black Legion, the Eldar were not vegetarians. Their Death Army followers this time were luxurious, and even had Bjetan's organized warriors join them. They were also protected during the previous voyage to the Eye of Terror, and did not suffer too much loss. Their combat effectiveness was well maintained. All the resentment that Malcador had been holding back all the way was vented towards these monkeys.

The Black Legion launched three attacks on the Basin Ridge, and the battle lasted for three hours. Finally, when the last count found that more than half of his army members who had not been better supplemented since Cadia had been lost, Abaddon finally chose to retreat - at this time, the will of the dark god failed to play a decisive role.

"It's amazing that he was able to overcome their will in this matter. Perhaps something happened when he retreated from Terra that year that we don't know about."

"Why don't you attack them?!" Visage, Iverene's former teacher and now the most loyal adjutant, spoke angrily. A layer of dirty blood and internal organs was still condensed on his armor, turning his orange-red spirit bone armor into a strange and ominous dark red. "And this group of warriors in silver armor! I can feel the surging psychic energy on them!"

"This is not the time for me to have a name with them." The former regent said calmly, "But I admit that this is also to 'try not to make mistakes'," he turned to Eldrad and Iverene who were thoughtful, "After all, I am limited by my own limitations and do not have such a high tolerance rate. Well, now we only need to stay here for another three hours before setting off for Macragge. - If you still have anything to talk to me about, now is the last chance."

The living saint folded his wings, calmed the Black Templar, which was in turmoil again because of being so close to the alien blood-stained warriors, and landed lightly beside them.

"Then we..."

Malcador's cold eyes turned to her flawless holy face.

"Yes. This will be your last moment."

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In the study of the Hera Fortress of Macragge, Julius opened his eyes.

"Feel it? Well, Malcador is really methodical and careful in his control, and we are finally about to arrive." Mr. Konder Cratch chuckled at the side, "You have learned both magics quite well."

"Yes." Julius's blue eyes flashed, "Rigorous and correct, dear uncle. You and I should also make some necessary preparations."

Conrad Curz stared at him for a second, then laughed out loud at what he saw.