Warhammer: Start with a dog

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Draula Mokas sat on the increasingly cold Blackstone Fortress ground with her hands slumped over her shoulders, head bowed, letting the breeze from the air leak blow through her dry hair.

Here she was accompanied only by corpses of varying degrees of decay. As the relay device for converting subspace energy was destroyed, the subspace flesh embedded in the Blackstone Fortress was rapidly withering, almost forming an environment similar to a mini Eye of Terror. A Space Wolf corpse leaned against the wall, half of the power armor had decayed and faded, but the other half of the head hair was lifelike, still in the first two hours of rigor mortis. A pile of organic soil and mineral salt components at her feet were wrapped in Cadian military uniforms. A dog tag could be vaguely seen in the upper position, reflecting the starlight outside in the dust. Further away, there was a layer of corpses of fortress slaves, frozen on the stone by the leaked low temperature, forming a terrifying ice sculpture carpet.

The Warmaster had already left with his men, and after destroying the power relay and shield generator, the invaders also left, leaving only her.

And the fortress and she were essentially unable to quickly leave the battlefield.

She found that she could not make the Blackstone Fortress jump into the warp or fire artillery by herself, because she could do that before only because there was Abaddon, the noble Warmaster, her beloved father, who was here, like a mainstay, commanding others to help Mokas slowly kill the Blackstone Fortress, provide energy or maintain the operation of the fortress, and it was almost impossible for her, a child of the void who had never been to the ground and was born in a cultivation tank, to do this.

"Why leave me alone here, father? Why don't you come back?"

She raised her head, sniffed her nose, and there were tears in her purple and black eyes. She resisted the urge to cry and thought.

Perhaps the situation below was urgent, and her father had to leave her to go to the place where he was most needed, so why didn't he leave a few words of advice, or let her wait for him to come back with peace of mind?

Maybe he was disappointed in her.

Because Mokas recalled that she had not been able to do what she promised him, to eliminate the invaders. When she faced the three terrifying things, she couldn't help but use the power of the fortress to escape by herself, leaving the intelligence master behind.

That's it.

Once she analyzed the reason why the warlord did this, Mokas began to feel some relief and peace of mind.

Then it was obvious that she made a mistake and did something wrong. Her father left her here, which must be a silent punishment and punishment. After all, a child who did something wrong and ran away was indeed not worthy of such gentle words. Isn't this another proof that he regarded her as his daughter?

Because he hoped that his daughter, Mokas, could become strong and powerful, and help their cause, instead of being a failure like now, and even destroying his most important fortress, so he treated her so harshly and coldly. She should have understood and started to follow his painstaking efforts!

That's it.

Her father needed her to return to his position in a stronger and more useful posture.

She turned over and sat up, began to grab the ends of the withered warp flesh, tried to reconnect herself to the Blackstone Fortress, and began to log on to the communication system.

The Warmaster would not abandon her, as long as he could take her back, she could control and build another Blackstone Fortress for him, she could also hold a wine glass for him and tell him what his men were thinking in their hearts, she would be useful, father.

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As if sensing or at the agreed time, a warp rift opened above Cadia.

The figure of the ship that emerged from it was the remnant ruins of an ancient glorious statue, which was repaired and decorated with the gifts of the dark gods and the sacrifices offered by the twisted mind, becoming a poor imitation of her glorious figure ten thousand years ago.

The Vengeful Spirit, the former flagship of the 16th Legion, appeared here, behind her was the Eye of Terror that was eternally watching Cadia, and she was the pupil, like a nightmare formed by a distorted dream.

Her machine soul was full of vengeful power and anger, and she was so pure in her desire for killing and destruction. As soon as she appeared, she rushed towards the Phalanx, pouring the death flames and subspace energy from her weapon array on him without reservation, but the Enterprise that arrived immediately fought with her in an incredible way: every time the Vengeful Spirit wanted to attack a certain position of the Phalanx, or to attack the remaining Imperial ships, the Enterprise would take the lead and intercept her attack.

This made the Vengeful Spirit's machine soul Uxio scream in anger. The psychic scream of the machine soul that was once the Prospero girl echoed within a range of 100,000 kilometers, causing mortals to bleed from their mouths and noses, and sparks to appear on machines. She charged her weapons and wanted to kill this hateful troublemaker, but the planet turned around, and she heard the painful call of the Great Predator from the ground.

This stopped her, and the Spirit of Vengeance immediately turned her attention to what was happening below the ground. Then she anxiously teleported the Warmaster with a hole in his chest back to her bridge and "captured" all the apothecaries, doctors and wizards on the ship to treat him.

Draula Mokas - Blackstone Fortress The request communication icon of the Eternal Will kept flashing on the communication panel, but Ushio completely ignored her.

The Warmaster's current physical condition requires immediate first aid. She will send him to the medical bay of the Vengeful Spirit and listen to his command requirements, and then take him away from here. She has no time to care about the useless one that the Warmaster raised before. The little thing screamed.

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"What a—great job!"

Archsage Belisarius Caul raised his four primary arms and let out a cry of victory. While Sage Klan stretched out all his mechanical arms and working tentacles to calibrate the green alien-shaped text projections and slates suspended around him or in front of him, he was so excited that he kept cooling down the burning chip that was about to be overloaded.

"We-! We're about to-! Finish-! Start the work-!"

"To be precise, the progress has reached the point where the data before it was taken away. As a barely qualified assistant, he has not yet become angry. Because he really admires the great sage's genius." Sage Crane replied, and at the same time he put a hand on his shoulder. The extra servo skull installed began to scan around uneasily.

There was nothing but the faint hum of servos, pistons, and reactors on themselves and their escorts.

"Indeed, there is only one last step to start it! Then we can see the resonance of dark matter operating from the first quantum entangled state, unfolding the entire black stone matrix in the Fibonacci sequence, and finally the entire Cadian megastructure! Then, everything!" The great sage shook his body like a giant beast, "It's all over!"

"Yes, that's it..." The sage who has studied these Blackstone Towers in Cardia for many years answered a little absent-mindedly. Although he still linked himself to the console and the progress bar was growing normally, Kaul also noticed that the Skitarii and Mechanical Guards belonging to the Crane also began to patrol the surroundings, seeming to be exploring something.

"Klan, what's wrong? Do you want to record the 360-degree image record when we completed this great undertaking? It is understandable, this is indeed the most critical moment of the epic feat that deserves to be recorded in detail! We will save the empire today!"

Caul happily connected the mechanical tentacles protruding from the mechanical nest in his abdomen to the wiring hole on the black stone creation that they judged to be the console of the Black Stone Tower. Yes, it was very suitable. These tens of millions of years or more The ancient alien creation not only used human standard units to construct buildings and equipment, but also very considerately left the most popular Mechanicus universal adapter reading and writing sockets on the surface of the Empire-Mars.

The Great Sage stretched his slender fingers into the many layers of green holographic image panels that popped up in front of him, and carefully and steadily outlined the last string of undead activation rune passwords they had studied, while praising Ommi in a low voice. Saiya’s blessings and blessings.

"I still feel like there's someone else here besides us," Crane said, helping Kaul stabilize the electromagnetic field around the device.

"But even my armored cabin breakers are stationed on the ceiling and underground. They will not miss any movement of intruders. Although the underground is only a scanning array, they don't stop at all..." He muttered, "Oh, hell, Indeed, I have some accumulated battle sequences and observation data that have been pushed back and I have not looked at them..."

"What? Are there any enemies?" The Klan Sage had already arched his steel spine, looking like a frightened animal in a red robe. "My mech scan data shows normal, but I always feel Something’s not right, someone’s been hiding from us!”

"No...oh...no big deal...they were fighting the predators in the biggest hall we passed, that's it, no big deal."

"What?!" Sage Klan shouted, "Who are you talking about?! Who are you fighting?!"

"Oh, that's right, what my servo skull captured was that Creed and the others were fighting on the other side with some enemies labeled as Abaddon's Guards by my previous data. There was also a special reaction point inside. I think that was I Zekel Abaddon... It’s not a big problem, let’s activate the Matrix quickly!”

"We have to go help them! We have to save Cadia! The Great Sage!"

"We have to start the great project in front of us first, Crane, obviously. I agree that sometimes we should be more emotional, which will help us be more inspired and passionate when doing research, but I suggest that the personality chip should still be Appropriately control the range of fluctuations. For example, the three personality compositions I chose this time are worth learning from. Do you need to share the template? I can share it with you later.

"Thank you, Great Sage, but no matter what you say, I have to take my skitarii..."

The end of Sage Klan's words dissipated in the frozen air.

The energy of the supreme sky calls out to the afterimage of the ancient battlefield where fathers and sons fought each other at the other end of the tunnel, but on the other side separated by the chaotic time and space river in subspace, on the contrary, time and space is frozen, like the resin that forms amber. From a higher dimension dripped into the cave mold formed by the black stone.

The silver alien hooded giant held a scepter in his hand and walked out of the dimensional chamber leisurely.

"Ah, Lord of the Hunt, I am very satisfied with your work."

"Thank you, sir." The cloaked Death Mark blew the non-existent hunting ground dust on the decomposition gun in his hand with non-existent breath, "But we still have a competing hunter that needs to be dealt with."

"Varied……"

The unique footsteps of the Astartes boots appeared out of thin air on the ground of still time.

The two green fires in Trazin's death mask also seemed to shrink and dim a bit.

"Rare."

The other party nodded to them.

"Maybe today is not a good time to collect, OVERLORD."

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"You... It stands to reason that your race cannot allow you to deviate from the route of your destiny planner. But you don't seem to be on your own path."

"Indeed, He is the designer of the tapestry of destiny, He is the master planner of billions of plans," the unexpected visitor calmly replied, "But the teaching I received from my Lord is that if He is destiny Change itself, then as long as the change changes faster than the change, we can always find a place in the longitude and latitude for us to pass through the eye of the needle, and that is my path.”

The silver metal death mask of the tall alien lord seemed to have a narrowed, very human expression.

"That's a good point. But you are also a pretty good collection in your own right. My measuring accessories can sense the space-time disturbance radiation on your body that has witnessed an unusual history. Maybe you are interested in visiting my museum?"

The black-armored priest opposite sighed, "As expected."

"As expected?" The director of the museum in Solemnas held a small cube in his hand with interest.

Then the priest opened the thick book he hung on his belt, turned the pages, and emerged from it a mark that every undead noble recognized.

"Sir," the hunting master reminded.

"Hell, damn, thanks, Huntsman, my optics kit is fine, I saw it. But maybe..."

The face that resembled Robert Guilliman looked at him with a Honso smile.

"Ms. Warden is synchronizing with the time and space coordinates here. This time her assistant is a master astrologer."

"That's impossible! Ourrican is still buried down there—"

"At another time, the astrologer I brought here was quite... angry."

"What the hell!"

Before the curse fell into the dust on the ground, the alien giant's figure disappeared as the dimensional chamber unfolded.

At the moment when Belisarius Caul and Crane were unable to return to the time when time began to flow, the priest did not leave immediately. His eyes flashed, and he stepped over to the genius of the great sage, and once again Opened the book.

This time when the pages stopped turning, a long and narrow weapon emerged from it. It was polished with a high-hardness stone. The handle changed between bone white and blood red, but its original production method was not the same. Despite its sharpness, its edge can still cut through any substance with ease.

He held it cautiously and tried to slowly use it to cut through the Great Sage's remaining human flesh and machinery where his jaw and neck were connected.

no.

In the first second of contact, countless scenes unfolded in front of him like lightning.

He retracted the dagger, sighed softly, and disappeared without a trace.

Time is back.

Belisarius Call's fingertips completed the final stroke of the activation code rune.