Warhammer: Start with a dog

Chapter 553 Vanishing without a trace like a dream-

The Phalanx is vibrating.

The first third of the first second.

Originally, this huge fortress warship, which had almost started semi-autonomous operation when the mechanical priest shouted "This is the blessing miracle of Om Messiah", was unloading most of its Astartes crew members and firing at the Black Stone Fortress Eternal Will and the Black Legion Fleet in mid-air. At the same time, its huge body was like a giant dragon, lingering here, while also taking into account the task of guarding the Erichen Plain and the sky above Klavburg. The Enterprise used its extraordinary speed to shuttle around the planet, like a tiger pouncing on every enemy who dared to fight back against its terrifying firepower.

The Blackstone Fortress, whose shields were destroyed by the Space Wolves, Cadians, and passing masters and apprentices, was wailing under its salvos. The towering mountains on the surface of Cadia disappeared in whole strips under its bombardment, and were buried under tens of millions of tons of earth, rocks, and bones along with the enemies around them, or even turned into dust before that.

The abandoned Blackstone Daughter could no longer repair the alien fortress on her own. Its captain and other important systems had been dismantled alive before the Warmaster was teleported to the ground. Della Ulla Mokas only found some shapeless meat mud trampled by the Terminator's boots in the captain's room, and the psychic remnants before the captain and other technical officers died - replaying over and over again, Blackstone recorded everything silently.

The artillery fire of other Black Legion ships could not fight against the Phalanx at all, nor could it penetrate its shield, which operated differently from most of the Empire's ships.

Therefore, this vibration was not caused by hitting the fortress itself.

The servants of Om Messiah and the Imperial Fists technical sergeants, auxiliary officers, and chapter servants who stayed in the monastery fortress desperately checked any equipment and system failures they could think of.

But everything was fine.

The Phalanx was fine. In fact, its current condition might be the best it had been in thousands of years since it became increasingly dilapidated but could not be repaired due to technological gaps and the cabins were constantly sealed.

But everyone could hear it, even if they were not mechanical priests, they could feel that the Imperial Fists' floating fortress was roaring, roaring, and vibrating.

The Phalanx was vibrating.

The second third of the first second.

This vibration was not due to damage or some kind of physical harm, but to a connection on an immaterial level, a resonance engraved in mysterious concepts and subspace energy.

At first, this invisible resonance was only felt by a few Imperial Fists think tanks.

The last thing the Librarians could do in front of their comrades' surprised eyes was to shout out Dorn's name loudly and screamingly. Then, these rock and land psychic experts who were as firm as a rock were struck by the voice and call in their heads. They fell to their knees like bull moose that were hit in the head, and blue psychic flames were released from their eyes, ears and mouths.

Gradually, other ordinary members of the Imperial Fists also began to receive this transmitted resonance. One by one, they felt the darkness, depth, coldness, despair and bitterness in the depths of their hearts. Their straight and serious chins became loose, their eyes became empty and dull, and their limbs twitched and trembled uncontrollably, as if their limbs had experienced a long, silent and grief-stricken cry.

Lysander stood in the center of the battlefield, running back and forth as if he had realized something but didn't know why. Although he also felt inexplicable pain and sadness, he was still able to run on the ground to protect his brothers who suddenly fell. It seemed that he alone could not fight against the front line that began to show flaws everywhere, and the friendly forces were also caught off guard, but fortunately, they still had the Iron Warriors.

When Dantioch noticed the change, he had already commanded his subordinates to immediately go to their side and surround them, like a group of lions guarding their cubs. For the first time, Shanto put away his always slightly frivolous face and came to the front of the Vulcan Titan Legion at the first time. In the shocked eyes of everyone, this war blacksmith has transformed into a living walking war, and countless weapons have emerged from his body. Any of the most terrible weapons that humans have ever made have begun to fire. Some are so vicious and powerful that even the demons in the corrupted God's machinery and the crew members who have merged with them began to scream terribly in the never-ending flames.

Hong Suo was in the cave, shocked. He activated the shield with all his strength. All the warriors who had been assigned to his formation were protected by him.

The Speechless Man, deep in his heart, the endless cycle of pain in the infinite maze.

The Mountain Phalanx was vibrating.

The first second was about to pass.

Under the Erichion Plain.

The mechanical Garuda flew out like a sun-bright golden shuttle and pecked at the eyes of the Warmaster.

The fearless Shabar Sabre of the Black Scorner no longer had any reservations or concealment. Amid the shouts of surprise and confusion from the Emperor's Children and Lucius, he slashed at the arm wrapped in Horus' claws.

Before these two peerless warriors could unite to rescue their most proud child and disciple, Robert Guilliman had already raised his relic pistol and fired at the Son of Horus, who was now as large as his genetic father. His muzzle was steady and his marksmanship was accurate. His special decomposition particles hit the Warmaster's neck and wrists, trying to force him to lose the ability to harm his prey.

But all these rescues may be in vain. Suddenly, such spiritual enlightenment flows in their hearts, especially those who have been in close contact with certain special moments.

An indescribable current flows through the spine of the Primarch. They feel the coldness and darkness coming from the top and back of their heads. Even the Primarchs, or because they are the Gene Primarchs, they can feel the cold, huge and evil gazes of the four gods in the Supreme Heaven more clearly than anyone else here.

Those gazes are so huge, so ancient, existing in the past, existing in the present, passing through time, and they seem to see the red, vertical pupil eye opened on Abaddon's chest, the heads of long-dead warriors swaying on his trophy rack, and the tattered wolfskin cloak diagonally behind him, blown by the burning wind of the sea of ​​souls.

The Primarchs suddenly realized at this moment that they have become part of a huge conspiracy plan. They are here to witness all this and everything that will happen next.

On a desk at the other end of time and space, the black and white plush tyrant let out a low roar of threat, his claws flying and issuing commands one after another - in front of him, Sigismund had already opened the interface cable on his body and connected himself to the system of Magna Dorn, whose eyes were closed and steaming again, flashing blue light to assist him.

The gods were whispering excitedly on their thrones, and one of them even ate back the interest on the previous account at one time. Now his territory is frantically encroaching on the territory of others, and the great demons and legions under their command are also ready to go, laughing or glaring at each other. Surrounding the throne of the god they serve, there is more than one throne there -

In the light splashed by the decomposition particles and the light of the golden beak and the platinum saber, the claws of Horus still began to close, pierce, and crush irresistibly.

The three brothers were shivering all over. They heard in disbelief what they should not have heard ten thousand years ago or ten thousand years later: the sound of one brother coughing out the blood in his lungs, the sound of one brother's spine and ribs being overwhelmed, and the sound of one brother's body about to break.

Imperceptibly, the "outer" of this cave hall seemed to become larger, more spacious, and more chaotic.

It was as if the dimension they were in was stretching out and melting away in all directions. They began to drift away from reality, like a lotus that had left the branch and fell on the water, being pushed farther and farther by the tide of the sky. Creed, who had sensed something, had ordered everyone to shrink the defense circle towards the hall built of black stone. In various places in the corridors where the black stone walls were too severely damaged, disturbing things began to emerge, like mist, more like tides, or the embodiment of the deepest nightmare a person could have.

In addition to the hostile Black Legion members, the Luna Wolves, Death Guard, Emperor's Children, Ironhearts, Ultramarines, Salamanders, Black Templars, Cadia's Eighth Regiment, Vostronia, Tanis, Capek Eagles, and an Inquisitor were all shocked to see that the mouths of all the remaining Space Wolves who still maintained their human form, even their Wolf Lords, began to bulge under the influence of this mist, turning into long hairy snouts, suspicious ears protruding from the hair, long fangs and recurved joints, all visible, and there was no room for non-mutants to deal with as an excuse.

In the center of the cave, the devil's face on the back of Horus's claw was jubilant, and the magic sword Draconion was raised high, shining with greedy and malicious light. After 40,000 years and more than 9,000 years, they will happily accept the soul of its latest prey, and there will be more delicious flesh and souls that can't find their way back next -

Is it really like this?

In the corner of the cave hall, a being descended in the body of his offspring, and the vocal cords of the twenty-two emperor champions issued a sacred thunderous sound with noble anger.

"This time, I will not say 'goodbye', because I will stop all this from happening! Go back to where you should be! I will protect them forever and will never be killed by you!"

In this cave that began to flash more corridors, arches, kilometer-high stained glass windows, endlessly replicated doorways and collapsed ruins, and the soul-devouring mist behind, the wind blew.

Like the planetary storm of the Arctic of Invite that never stops, like the super hurricane formed by millions of farewells and millions of unspoken words of regret, longing, and crying in the past that were cut off, carrying the angry roar and sad sigh of the last idealist left behind, slapping the cold, dry and fresh air and snowflakes on everyone's cheeks.

The Black Templars - the descendants of Dorne, who remained on Cadia. At this moment, there are the original 88 in this underground hall, and there are 22 who came with the Enterprise, all of them are the Emperor's champions. These 110 sons of Dorne knelt on the ground together, their black power armor was covered with frost and snow, kneeling on one knee, with both hands leaning on their weapons, either swords, axes, or scepters.

The same action is that they all pressed their foreheads tightly against the weapons in their hands and closed their eyes.

A grand and responsible voice, reverberating with the sound of iron and stone, announced majestically.

"The Templar has been completed!"

"The Saint will come!"

The giant in golden armor was born from "nothing" and "rules", and in the temple forged by the souls and beliefs of his descendants, he forged a perceptible body with the power of the fallen and unawakened gods.

The Storm Fang was born from the storm and held in the hand wrapped in golden armor.

Space and time flickered.

The ten-kilometer-high stained glass window was decorated with the huge Eye of Horus. Through the huge stained glass window on the hull, they saw the void ships fighting outside and the burning Terra.

Robert Guilliman, as the only Primarch who could still take a breath, took a breath.

"This is...? You..."

In the joyful, surprised and complicated eyes of the four brothers and a warmaster, the giant in golden armor raised the sword in his hand - the blade ignited white and gold flames, wrapped in black lightning.

The chainsaw sword now seemed so small in front of the warmaster's body that had been lifted up and enlarged to seem infinite.

The style of this chainsaw sword is not suitable for piercing at all.

The giant in golden armor used it to make an extremely fast stab.

Faster than the fastest thing in the world.

The tip of the sword went straight in, piercing the chaos armor of the anointed, breaking the evil spirit's body, and going straight into the heart.

Three figures.

One golden, one black, and another one slid to the ground with the loosened claws of Horus, blood dripping and spreading all over the ground.

The two figures who were still standing froze for a short while, or maybe a long time had passed.

Then, a ball of light burst out.

This was the first cry of the mystery of reality.

The light like the core of a star caused a huge shock wave in the subspace. In the real universe, people were also blown by the waves of light and couldn't open their eyes.

When the wave of light began to dissipate and people finally regained their sight, the enemies, those terrible invaders, demons and the will of the four gods, left only the black-armored demigod on the ground and a pool of pure black blood. In the center was a pierced meat with four colors, four erosions, and four changes. If you stay on it for a second longer, you will begin to hear the temptation and call of the dark god.

"Fu... Pallas!" The Contemptor Fearless and the Mechanical Bird hurried over, followed by the Master of Potion.

Guilliman walked to the meat and found that it was a pierced heart. The Thirteenth Primarch took out the scroll on his body and wrapped it carefully to avoid more pollution.

He stood up again and looked around. Only the Black Templar was still standing there.

——The golden-armored Primarch had disappeared like a dream.