Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 101 Lysander is trapped in the Iron Blood

Danat Lysander tightened his grip on his weapon, the soles of his metal boots making a slight sound on the smooth ground, as they advanced cautiously inside this very strange ship.

In fact, for him and his team of Titan Explosive Terminators, the application of the word caution in this scenario was almost equivalent to "remember not to connect the twin melt cannons head-on."

So now he is really cautious.

Fortunately, the Jump Gang torpedo loyally brought them into the ship in the end - yes, although the demolition melt at the front of the torpedo did not really hit anything, they did come in, but the torpedo passed through a After layering the shield, they hit something invisible, and then stopped after running out of inertia. They immediately unhooked themselves from the torpedoes and stepped onto the ground here.

The residual heat in the torpedo's tail nozzle was not extinguished, and the Titan Explosion Terminator team followed closely behind. The muzzles of the bolters or other guns in everyone's hands were raised in all directions vigilantly.

It's too quiet and tidy and tasteless.

This is Lysander's first impression.

In the eyes of those who stayed outside the Destiny Steel, this unusually strange silvery-white Moon-class barge had nothing special about it other than being smooth and beautiful. It even appeared as "ordinary alloy" in the auspicious device. The shell made of ", bronze and brass" instantly "engulfed" the jumping torpedo that the company commander and the others were riding on.

And when they discovered that they were trying to pour more and more artillery fire, and even the entire fleet's artillery fire, directly onto the ship, it was clear that the void shield had reached the edge of crumbling, but its last thin layer of shield happened to be damaged anyway. When it is overloaded, no one will know that something is starting to go wrong.

But all they can do now is to tightly surround this strange ship that is still dragging through the galaxy at cruising speed, at least until they figure out where their first company commander and elite Terminator team are going. Lost.

On the bridge of the Wrathful Storm, the technical officers led by Captain Philip Vian were desperately and desperately sending communication calls to the gang-hopping team led by Lysander.

And Lysander and the others knew nothing about the situation outside at the moment.

The most elite Terminator team of the 1st Company were forming a loose formation across the huge hangar platform they fell into. This place would be an excellent position for an ambush, but everything was dark and silent. The two The battle brothers marching through the ascending passages on the left and right wing reported that they found nothing. This strange peace and quiet made the originally trivial uneasiness more obvious.

The main reason why they haven't made any big noise yet is that the doors and passages here are not as narrow as those on ordinary ships. They are made very wide and tall, as if they were originally designed to be used by Terminators or taller beings. Yes, the alarm has not been triggered, so the Terminators do not need to force a way out yet.

"What was that that our torpedo passed through just now?" a battle brother asked.

"It looks like it may be some kind of large-scale camouflage position. Even judging from the methods of those betrayers, our understanding at the moment has been modified."

The first company commander replied calmly, while holding the Fist of Dorne in his hand and turning on its energy field switch. The sacred relic weapon began to glow, "From this moment on, everyone needs to be respectful to anyone and any words. Remain alert for possible Chaos contamination."

The surrounding battle brothers sent confirmation replies one after another.

"There are some extremely perverted, cruel and cunning villains among the Iron Warriors. The worst situation we can face now is that we enter a ship without intelligence. Needless to say, there must be a trap here," Lysander said and opened his own sensor.

"But the basic structure of the moon level construction generally does not change. Turn on the scanning device of your power armor and set the scanning range to 800 - no, a thousand feet. Everyone constructs a nearby three-dimensional map and The summarized battle map is updated at any time.”

"The place where we just entered the hull was chosen. It should be not far from the swing channel leading to the engine room... Damn it! What is this?!"

In their helmet eyepiece display interface, extremely complex and densely packed bright lines of the three-dimensional structure of the scanned ship began to extend as the scan began to gradually appear in the sensor scanning range with an eerie degree of complexity and grandeur. The lines are interconnected and endless, with no boundaries visible.

"How is this possible?! It has been drove to the maximum power! It is reasonable to scan the smallest shell boundary of the monthly cruiser!" "Have you seen it."

"Yes, Captain Lysander."

"This must be some kind of cognitive filter. The Iron Warriors here are most likely related to the contamination of those Chaos enemies who control illusions and changes." The captain of the Imperial Fist revealed himself under his helmet. The bloodthirsty and vengeful cold expression of knowing.

Only revenge.

Only.

"I have a hunch that there may be some of our old acquaintances here."

Each Imperial Fist's modified ears heard some familiar sound approaching.

It was the slight collision of chains and power armor and the sound of ceramic boots stepping on the metal ground.

Right behind that wall!

Lysander roared angrily, raising the radiant Fist of Dorn high in the force field, ready to deal with anything coming - at this time he caught something moving in the corner of his eye. The Space Marine's peripheral vision was extremely good, but he failed. to make out any outline of the thing that had just passed from the edge of his vision.

But his auspicious device still showed nothing, and the green interface shone calmly.

There were no light spots that represented enemies or very suspicious objects, and there were no light spots that represented low threats. There was only one of him alone——

Wait!
  when? !

His combat reflexes honed over hundreds of years of extraordinary service helped him. The needle-like spikes that silently struck from a tricky blind corner created a burst of dazzling sparks on the sides of the Fist of Dorn, disintegrating the force field. The attack was defused and the enemy's position was exposed.

The being in the shadow took half a step towards him, letting the faint light fall on him, and the image of the auspicious instrument turned into a dazzling crimson.

The huge terrifying thing, the gleaming skulls on the armor that was closer to silver than the dull black steel gun color before, and the fresh yellow and black striped paint almost immediately reminded Lysander of the original meaning represented by these marks. , created for violence and fighting, not for boasting and display, just as the "people" inside are cold, cruel, hard and practical.

Lysander knew at first glance what he saw. He was going to have a hard fight ahead. None of his brothers were by his side. His communications with the Wrathful Storm were still offline. Support might never arrive, but the Empire What Fist is best at is persisting loyally until the end.

Even though he was wearing a helmet, Lysander managed to spit into the ground - a habit he had had for a long time - and then clenched the Fist of Dorne with both hands. The roar of its power field sounded today as if it was because of the coming battle. And extremely happy.

"Come on, you Iron Warrior or Demon."

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　　There is a second chapter, currently being coded.

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)