Warhammer: Start with a dog

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The blue energy halberd, the special long-handled energy axe, and the demon-killing storm bomb with special dust inside suddenly appeared from the darkness behind them, and began to sweep through everything here like chopping melons and vegetables. When they encountered the products of witchcraft and the inanimate beings of the subspace, Ahriman and his nine supreme wizard followers suddenly realized that things were not simple.

The targeting of these weapons is too obvious. They were obviously prepared for an occasion like today. Just as they were expected, they were swayed here and there, breaking through more of the wizards who were shocked and hastily deployed. Protection spells, splitting those ancient ceramic helmets With the inherent protection on the surface of the armor, when the energy blade is swung down, it can not only split the flesh of demons and chaos warriors smoothly, annihilating their metaphysical quality, but also split the obstacles that have been plaguing people traveling in the webway. , those abnormal fog accumulated over hundreds of millions of years.

When the ancient primitive chaos contained in these mists is killed, it emits bursts of dazzling lightning, loud sounds, and a strange and unpleasant smell. To humans, they sound like thunder rolling in the sky and earth before lightning strikes. , also like the impact of Huang Zhongda Lu, The earth-shattering sound of the trumpet, the roar of a tiger, the howl of a jackal, the shouts of one or a group of humans; it smells like broken eggs, fragrant flowers and dust rotting and dissolving in crystal bottles, dried herbs and soaked A mixture of frankincense and myrrh butter mixed with blood.

When the blue energy blades are swung at high speed, they splash out their light like the brilliant light of the rising sun. The light of this strange energy weapon is even bright enough to sting the naked eyes of the observer.

Defenders and attackers alike could hear the never-before-heard war cry coming from deeper within the darkness, the voice chanting the litany incredibly bright and deep.

The circle formed by the faint blue point light, strip light and the light blade of the halberd and ax gradually starts from one point, spreads, lights up, merges, becomes longer and larger, as if it rises from the darkness before dawn. Under a faint blue sun, among the ranks of the Imperials, only the Black Templars and the Battle Sisters looked up into the distance with some kind of sacred ecstasy.

The giant wearing the distinctive all-silver armor was sweeping through the bloodless or inanimate army of the exiled traitors, its blue eyepieces flashed, and the Storm Slayer bombs fired in unison.

There was a burst of cheers among the surviving Astra Militarum. Although the sudden reinforcements did not recognize each other's silver power armor, it was obvious that their well-equipped Terminator armor belonged to some variant of the Order of the Emperor's Angels. Each of them seems to be powerful The power is completely unafraid of the wizards' spells, and the attacks are extremely targeted. Each blow can cut down a Scarlet Letter Warrior or cause serious injuries to the Sekhmet Terminator, as if the person in front of them is not powerful. An army of dead souls, but a mortal body without any reinforcement.

The embers of destroyed warriors and demons still burn on the ground. Fly ash drifted in the darkness. The continuous crackling of the demon-killing bombs was like the dull thud of thousands of bones being broken. Harsh and terrifying roars echoed one after another in the ruins.

The Terminator Wizard and the nine Supreme Wizards did not sit still and wait for death. They each showed their magical powers and turned their attacks on these powerful enemies that suddenly appeared.

The environment in the Broken Webway is so special, and the subspace is so closely integrated with these demon warlocks that they can use their psychic powers at will without paying too much price, and some can summon more inanimate beings. The army tried to trap the opponent. Some chanted time curses to hobble the hands and feet of the supporting army, while others began to summon unclean lightning and witchcraft transformations. The transformed flames or the forcible gaze of Chaos tried to corrupt, distort and destroy these strange Astartes. Those wizards who were proficient in time magic used exquisite magic to control the flow of time, trying to uncover the fate of this battle. Cover its dice cover and get a winning result by peeking at the dice points of the fate of both sides - the last group of people die the fastest and hardest.

Fast and violent means that from the first moment these wizards tried to spy on each other's destiny, they immediately threw away their staffs, dropped their flying discs or cars, and began to grab their faces and howl, flames , just like the fire that burned Prospero, the foehn wind ignited from the inside out of their bodies, burning from the eyes, from the nose, from the mouth, from every orifice of the body, as if ten thousand years ago The fate that had escaped caught up with them again.

No matter what school they were good at or the esoteric sect they belonged to, no matter how many protective spells and hidings they have added to themselves before or now, and how many magic circles, magic weapons, relics, and artifacts they have activated to escape their lives and hide from the sky at this moment. , these things all fail uniformly , the light of the magic circle flashed, extinguished like a charcoal fire without oxygen, the relics and artifacts became dim and gray, as if they had lost their due vitality and metaphysical connotation. Naturally, they All their effectiveness has been lost, and they have turned into their own dead form.

The remaining members of the Exiles warband were terrified, because each of them felt the "real death" of their companions who died from the weapons of these attackers or the backlash. - A death more terrible than the death of the body and the withering of the soul - they realized that the impressions and memories of these companions in their minds were madly passing away, and these attacks would eventually make the dead seem as if they had never appeared in this universe.

Such a degree of destruction even made the most powerful of the great demons stop, they also felt the threat of this real death, the Lords of Change exchanged glances and slowly retreated to the rear of the army, and the remaining wizards and Supreme Wizards gathered around the Chosen of Tzeentch, because only the area around Azek Ahriman showed his powerful and genius power against the opposite silver army. It was also a circular protective circle, but this time the attack and defense were different, and the Thousand Sons Chaos Wizards who thought they were yellow birds, but were actually praying mantises, hid in the protective circle.

"Go there." Ahriman still seemed very calm. He pointed at the human defenders' defensive circle.

"Won't that mean they will be attacked from both sides?" one of his men asked.

"No, they will be our hostages. My power is enough to isolate the inside and outside. None of them can match me. The protective shield is powerful, but it is very simple. I can get around the rule with some time, yes." The former Thousand Sons Chief Think Tank and now the leader of the Exiles replied, "If you still want to question me, then go and try their psychic blades yourself."

The doubters immediately shut up. The wizards cut through the air, crossed the space, and stood outside the defense circle of the Imperial defenders in the smell of ozone and dead flowers. They even had a few wizards with flashing figures bypass the fragile walls of the Webway and arrived between the defenders and the Webway Gate, completely surrounding them.

The wizards and traitors were so close to them that the eyes of the Black Templar warriors were red and shiny. The fanatical faith and rage of revenge aroused waves of dedication in their hearts. Although the sisters were wounded, they were also in high spirits and wanted to continue to attack and kill as many enemies of the Emperor as possible. Only the timely blocking of the Living Saint with his wings and the careful listening of the sacred prophecy prevented them from rushing over and inflicting the sacred punishment of the Emperor's sword on these traitors, the most hateful and unforgivable wizards.

"Don't go over." She said, a white dove surrounded the Living Saint's calm and smooth face, and roses were blooming and withering in her hands holding the hilt and under her feet. "I feel the voice from the dark, don't go over there. They will be forced to face the fate they have been avoiding for a long time. This is what they deserve."

"It sounds great if there is retribution, but what can we do now? Even the way to the door to break out is blocked. Damn it, how did they get through?"

"Some of Tzeentch's men are masters who can see countless results and methods in the future. This is not surprising, but we haven't had time to move ourselves. It all happened too fast."

"Yeah." The Inquisitor muttered, frowning, "This damn thing looks like A series of traps and conspiracies, none of them are worthy of trust, and neither are you."

"Although you have been speaking harshly, Inquisitor." The living saint like a girl still replied calmly, "but this is honest and straightforward, I will not feel any offense. I can see that your heart is so upright and pure in serving the Emperor and the Empire, please keep it."

"Pfft. I will keep watching you. Until you reveal the same flaws as them, you pretentious heretic psychic witch." The words of the Inquisitor attracted the angry glares of several warriors, but she was not afraid at all, just holding the gun and turning her head to look at the great sage. "Great Sage, your cargo, I mean, if we can't keep it, have you set up any suitable safety devices for it?"

"You can't fail to keep it!" The voice of the Great Sage of Domination sounded a little bit exasperated like a mortal, or it might just be an illusion, "This is a precious thing that I worked hard for 10,000 years to finally complete the task I received from a noble man! It is vital to the empire today! I abandoned my Mechanicus exploration fleet to cover our rear just to keep it! We have come here, you must keep it! Until we reach our destination!"

But the Inquisitor still stared at him with his eyes, so the Great Sage of Domination muttered reluctantly, "I am such a genius, of course I have a back-up for it... But you don't need to ask more, and mortals like you can't explain my genius design."

"There is also insurance." The Inquisitor nodded, "Then let us stay here as long as we can... Huh?!"

Her voice, which had been cold and firm since the beginning of the journey, had an uncontrolled rising tail for the first time.

People followed her gaze and saw that the reinforcements that had shattered the subordinates of the Thousand Sons and forced the great wizards, any one of whom could stir up a bloody witchcraft frenzy and heretical riots in a galaxy or even several sub-regions, into a defensive posture had already stepped out of the fog, and the searchlights on the Great Sage's vehicle illuminated their sacred bodies.

The extremely special bright silver Terminator power armor, the equally rare energy weapons and bolt guns, the shoulder armor without the regiment emblem, the armor decorated with the Demon Codex, the armor engraved with countless mysterious text records, the surface of which was embellished with exquisite gold and a little red. Fortunately, they saw the "I"-shaped emblem representing the style of the Inquisition and many pure holy seals, which made them secretly relieved-anyway, this strange team should be a friendly force from the Empire, although most of them have never heard of or seen them.

But this is not the reason for the Inquisitor's surprise.

Her surprise came from the tallest and strongest warrior in the lead. He walked forward, facing the Thousand Sons wizards and the human defenders, stretched out his hand, and slowly took off his helmet. Under the silver crusader-style helmet, the creature that could be felt for a moment was so powerful. In the psychic vision of the Inquisitor, who was also a high-level psychic, he was so powerful... like a living interstellar psychic storm, or a burning star, condensed countless times and compressed into this small humanoid body.

Just thinking about such a terrifying power and the fragility of the flesh that imprisoned it, it makes people feel the most ancient fear from the bottom of their hearts, facing the irresistible force between heaven and earth, with nowhere to escape, and the other party may lose control at any time.

She unconsciously shifted her gaze slightly: staring at him for too long would make her head hurt so much. Although this could also be used as her weapon, it was not the time now, and there was no need to make her condition worse.

"Huh?!" This voice of astonishment and surprise sounded almost at the same time as the Inquisitor's voice. There was also a commotion in the formation of the Thousand Sons wizards, and this voice came from Azek Ahriman, who seemed to have won the victory from beginning to end. "Who are you?!"

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But they didn't seem to be commotion because of the comparison of psychic power. The Inquisitor keenly noticed that their commotion was more because they saw the face of the mysterious silver-armored warrior?

They knew each other? The Inquisitor's heart was alarmed.

She turned her gaze back, moving it upwards as far as possible, blinking away the stinging tears in her eyes, and carefully looking at the other person: the warrior's expression was firm and resolute, his eyes were full of faith and determination and holy anger, but strangely, he had a bit of elegant scholarly air. He had brown skin, black curly hair, and the typical appearance of people in the desert. Even though he was cut and torn by several faint scars, it did not destroy the overall beauty of his appearance. She even caught a glimpse of a faint blue eyeliner under his eyes - faint blue eyeliner?

She was startled and turned her gaze to Ahriman, who had calmed down and stared at the other person in a daze - there was also a similar pattern in the position of his eyes on his ancient silver mask that covered his face.

"Ahriman." The other person said.

The Inquisitor blinked in confusion.

Then she felt cold all over, and she couldn't help shivering, and pulled the trigger of her weapon again.

Beside her, the living saint was silent, his wings lowered, and a faint sigh seemed to float through the air.

The Inquisitor realized that the other party was not calling the Chief Wizard by this name.

He was answering the question just now.

——Who are you?

——Ahriman.