Warhammer: Start with a dog

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"Everything created has its place in his eyes, and those without a place will eventually return to nothingness."

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"The only people I will not doubt and use my power to judge their minds are the Custodes. I only believe that the Custodes will not betray. - Yes, and everyone else in the galaxy is a suspicious heretic in my eyes. Noble, sacred and charming? That must be some kind of mask to deceive people." - A high-heeled inquisitor wearing a hat

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Just when Malcador was still impatient and felt that the pointed-eared teammates who were dragged in the webway were really like some extinct omnivores of ancient Terra. If it weren't for the need to collect at least four old woman's swords, the four highest-level Eldar prophets including Eldrad, the four most powerful Eldar generals, and even the Phoenix Lords with shrines must be collected to the extent of four - by the way, why did the head of the Howling Banshees, Jaan Zar Phoenix Lord, never appear? As the leader of the most powerful tribe warriors in Khaine's Path, it was really abnormal that she didn't show up here - otherwise who would have the time to take them so slowly on the road - at this time.

The team of the human empire left here by "the suspicious human who has been hanging out with the pointy-eared alien (said by a certain inquisitor)" did as expected under the banner of "don't make any accidents".

The first to notice the abnormal situation were the Black Templars.

They are now the most confrontational with the Inquisitor's team in this team, which is not very common.

Mainly because their power armor recognition and the feeling from the Emperor told them that the old man in front of them was the Imperial Regent, Imperial Prime Minister, Saint of the State Church, Hero, Malcador, who had passed away ten thousand years ago, so they naturally took the orders of the saint as the standard for what the old man said among the Primarchs and the Astartes Legion ten thousand years later.

——As for why they accepted it so smoothly? In addition to the efforts of a certain person in the throne who could not speak but worked hard, the Black Templars' fanatical faith in the tradition of the chapter made them particularly easy to accept such things as resurrection after death, the advent of heroes, hallucinations, and apocalypses, which were actually quite crazy even for the Imperials who played with wetware and servitors. It was much easier to let the fanatics accept something from a religious perspective than to let the inquisitors who doubted everything accept it.

So they were among the soldiers who obeyed Malcador's instructions before he left. They formed the outermost defense line of this group of people with the remaining battle sisters and a few Astra Militarum soldiers on the other side. The inner circle was formed by the Skitarii, the Living Saint, the Inquisitor and her men. The heavy vehicle of the Mechanicus in the center was commanded by the Archsage Belisarius Cawl and his mecha soldiers, vowing to protect the most precious treasures in the huge stasis safe inside.

The reason why a certain Inquisitor did not draw his gun on his friendly forces was mainly because of some strange emotion that was closest to shame and anger - this person who called himself Malcador and the Great Magus Cawl in the team had a conversation in public and grabbed a series of those damn metal space skeleton insect-shaped creations from her body, claiming that these things could control her actions and affect her thinking. Although her own Capek Eagles did not believe this, it undoubtedly made her position and voice temporarily ineffective in this team.

They were alert and stationed within the range marked by Malcador's cane, but although the protection range was marked, they could still see, hear, smell and feel the unusualness around them.

This is the other end of the webway gate leading to Belia IV, like the entrance of a tunnel to a wilderness. That is to say, as long as no one on Belia IV enters from the webway gate, they only need to defend three directions, and even one direction can be used as the rear. To be honest, this is a pretty good defensive point in this place where incredible virtual and real distortions or phenomena that violate any mathematical and physical common sense are happening every minute and every second.

The Inquisitor held her power sword and pistol and looked at the surrounding environment. Even if she stretched out her psychic exploration hand, she would be whipped by the incomprehensible fractals and other structures around her and feel dizzy. She was considering whether she should try again to persuade the great sage who was alert like a frightened rabbit after arriving here. They took this rare opportunity to inspect here and see if they could find some effective ways to kill these aliens. When the outermost black templars had already raised their weapons.

But outside, there was silence, nothing but the thick fog drifting in the darkness, the vaguely twisted ruins, dust, structures, or the decayed remains of various people who had unfortunately lost themselves in the webway for thousands of years.

"What?" she shouted, "What do you see?!" At the same time, she tried to extend her psychic power - this was difficult, within the range defined by the suspicious creature who called himself Malcador, it was still possible to try, but once out of this circle, it was like entering the humid abyss of the sea. Although there was no water, it was just as dark, cold, and a test of the same great pressure on the human soul.

No one answered her question, but they all saw the sword brothers at the front pulling out their weapons and splitting the void - the void revealed the cut skin, muscles, textures and grotesque internal organs, and sprayed out. Colorful blood spattered out, and then chopped off claws, tentacles, body parts or half of grotesque bodies fell to the ground.

Along with the special explosion of Astartes bombs, the sound of another type of bolt gun also sounded at the same time. This was the exorcism rune bomb used by the Sisters, while the brave mortals around them were shooting with laser guns. Although the use is not that great, it at least illuminates the surrounding nine feet, which is enough for the Black Templars' superhuman vision enhanced by genetic engineering and combat reflexes honed over thousands of times.

Blood or other body fluids splashed everywhere, staining the surface of the power armor of the soldiers in the front row, and then gathered and dripped and splashed out along the edge of the armor.

More gunfire exploded around them, and more enemies emerged from the dark multicolored mist.

The pink and blue demons cackled and jumped at everyone's feet and waist. Although they were chopped into two halves and three pieces very quickly, these Tzeentch demons rushed up to die even faster. The arsonist Horrors played with the flames of witchcraft, spraying them towards them, burning out the shape of invisible protective shields in the air. A new blood of the Black Temple chased a Horror in a hurry. Soon, half of his body stepped outside the invisible and hidden circle. Immediately, this brave but reckless brother changed in their eyes: half of Astartes' body turned into a newborn baby, and then immediately He died - because the skull with the smaller half of his head also became the size of a baby, he soon died that his shrunken half of the body could not bear the functions of the normal half of the body.

The demons laughed heartily, and the scribe raised his quill, delighted by this dramatic and creative way to die.

His bolter fell to the ground along with his body, but they had no time to take care of it, because a Variety Demon Lord had already seen the opportunity and rushed up from the back row. It spread its huge wings, but the bird-like shape was on each feather crest. The All-Changing Demon Lord with one eye on his feathers roared triumphantly. The marshal of the Black Templars realized something and rushed towards the body of his newly deceased Xinxue while others had not yet reacted.

"Bring him in!" he roared. "His body will be a bridge over there!"

The beak of the All-Changing Demon Lord was already in front of him, and the bodies of the war dead were just a hair's breadth away from it. With an angry hiss and a huge crashing sound, it hit the invisible protective wall.

Just as people were about to breathe a sigh of relief, an Astra Militarum soldier pointed at the corpse's arms, which had shrunk like a baby and let out a scream: A wisp of demonic fire was resurrecting from there.

With an angry shout, and with the most holy and pure vengeful fury, the living saint slashed down with the sword of vengeance, and then threw the arm far outside the circle.

The demons seemed endless and boundless, and a minute became extremely long at this moment, as if it were eternity.

"What's going on? Why are there suddenly so many demons from the Changers? They are rushing here like crazy!" the judge shouted to the marshal. She could no longer sit back and watch at this moment, and led her men to join the defensive battle.

"When things go wrong, there must be a demon." The marshal used his power sword to block the staff stretched out by the All-Changing Demon Lord - his blade just left the protective range and rubbed against the devil's staff, and immediately The demon's vicious witchcraft flames were ignited and tried to spread toward his gauntlet. The weapons of the Black Templars were chained to his wrists, and he could not throw them away for a while.

The judge pulled out his gun, pointed it at the sword and fired continuously, but the sword was as stable as a rock. The jumping flames playfully transformed the bullets into many weird and sweet marshmallows and golden candies. The flames were about to burn the marshal's fingertips. .

"Hands up!"

A sharp shout mixed with mechanical and human voices came from behind. The marshal raised his hand that locked the sword without hesitation, and a thinned blazing coronal gun beam passed through the middle of the chain, and then Another shot sent the power sword, which had begun to turn into some kind of melted candy stick, fly into the darkness in the distance. It hit something unknown and made a crisp clanking sound.

"Excellent marksmanship, great sage."

"Maybe, I rarely fire." Belisarius Cawl muttered dissatisfiedly, "How long are these aliens going to hang around the door? If things like the Webway don't have their harlequin troupe to lead the way, Walking will be hundreds of times more difficult! Staying is a big no-no!”

"What's the sound?" Suddenly, the marshal raised his head, "Did you hear it? The sound of footsteps?"

"...Oh...yes...hell..." The Great Sage of Control released all his automatic robots and self-propelled heavy weapons, pointing their muzzles and muzzles at the darkness that began to flash on one side, "This kind of pace frequency and sound spectrum is my least favorite opponent..."

When the Thousand Sons' recognizable blue-gold power armor was exposed and sparkling in the light, the defenders here roared with vengeance towards the heretics and traitors. The Scarlet Letter warriors advanced silently and uniformly, even if they were crushed. The joints or helmet of the armor were broken, and there was no sign of blood or shouting. Only sand and soil escaped from the holes until the damage was so severe that the power armor became loose and collapsed into a pile on the ground.

But the Living Saint gave them a more vigilant warning: "Be careful! There are more powerful ones! I feel the presence of His agents!" She spread her wings, and bright light fell from her body. The fragrance of roses and holy ointment seemed to be ignited in the candlelight and funeral pyre of the temple. The scorching wind blew to a corner of the dark fog, lifting up something that had been deliberately hidden behind it.

It was the magic circle and the wizards.

The nine supreme wizards of the Thousand Sons Exiles gathered together rarely, only because they were surrounded by the most powerful wizard who could be their master. They were either suspended or riding chariots, or stepping on flying discs formed by demons. It was the nine people and Azek Ahriman in the center. He was once Magnus's chief think tank. He released the red letter spell to save his brothers, but his brothers were destroyed. His soul was forever imprisoned in the empty nothingness of the power armor. He was also the favorite toy and champion of the Lord of Change.

Obviously, he came prepared and had been eyeing them for a long time.

The human side still knew nothing about his motives, but the Thousand Sons wizards were so painstaking to conceal their magic arrays and figures that it was obviously not a good thing.

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"A trap! A conspiracy! A ritual!" The Inquisitor, who had the most in-depth research on such depraved behavior among the people, shouted to everyone, "Don't go outside, come back quickly! The demon we just killed must be part of the ritual!"

The Sekhmet Terminators opened fire. What they shot out of their guns were not explosive bullets, but fireballs formed by witchcraft. They exploded on the surface of the protective layer, and their power was obviously stronger than the previous demons. Ripples appeared on the invisible protection, showing some signs of neutralization.

"We can't keep going like this!" The marshal pointed at the Rubric Soldiers who were moving forward steadily, "They are very likely to have a way to get in!"

"Damn it! I knew that suspicious creature and those pointy ears were untrustworthy! They probably left us here as bait and then slipped away!" The Inquisitor shouted angrily, and at the same time, he did not forget to shoot through the joints of a Rubric Soldiers. The body shook silently for a few times and fell to the ground, leaking a little gravel.

"Yes and no." A voice, so powerful, came from a fallen genius, penetrated the protection left by Malcador, and sounded in everyone's mind. "My spy told me your whereabouts, and I predicted that the planet you arrived at would be an important node in the grand plan of the Lord of Change. So I came. Directly and accurately. Where is she? Where is the Eldar who controls the power of life and death? Hand her over."

"You hateful traitor! Sacrificed your brother..."

"Wrong!" said the wizard who was once the chief think tank of the Thousand Sons, "I am not serving the dark gods now! I am seeking a solution to make up for my mistakes! Everything has a solution, and I can definitely find an answer to solve the problem caused by the previous problem! So, where is she?!"

As he spoke, more figures wearing ceramic steel power armor stepped out of the mist, more red letter warriors, more Sekhmet terminators, and more Thousand Sons wizards surrounded them, leaving no gaps.

"She's not here."

Suddenly, everyone heard Ahriman say another sentence.

Some of the nine wizards looked at their master in confusion.

But the Chosen One of the Lord of Change also froze. Suddenly, he put his hands together and made a gesture. The changing webs around him instantly turned into countless crystal silk grids, weaving into a dense crystal net, even nothingness and time seemed to be caught in the net.

"Who? Playing tricks!"

He scolded.

"Come out!"

A faint orchid light suddenly lit up.

Humans suddenly discovered that they had a group of companions.