Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 120 Unexpected

Bella Kahn was lowered 120 seconds after the battle started.

For the Iron Warriors whose primary goal is to seize the main Meditator Tower where the Mechanical Council is located, the first difficulty to solve is how to quietly land all the warriors to the ground.

Fortunately, both teams were very grateful to take advantage of the 900 seconds of electronic interference and misdirection gap provided by the Iron-Blooded's powerful signal array at the beginning of the competition. This time was enough to help them use their vehicles to easily pass through the thin Belakan. The upper atmosphere, and dived into the raging snowstorm close to the ground to hide itself.

The upcoming Iron Season ensures that they will not encounter too many irrelevant mortals at the landing site - almost everyone who does not have heavy-duty protective clothing or whose mechanical modifications are not high enough has already hid in underground nests and mines in advance. .

The mixed company led by Soltarn, who landed on the ground, has now all gathered at the bottom of a naturally formed crater. Because the mineral deposits here are not rich enough, the mine at that time was only dug down for a short section before being temporarily abandoned. , making this location ideal for gathering.

Dassadra tapped the soil of the abandoned mine with his new weapon. The heavy broad blade made of adamantine easily cut through the frozen soil that was difficult for explosive bombs to penetrate too deep. This feeling made the war blacksmith love it so much.

It has a strong and moderately long handle, a front-end power blade that is wider but shorter than the usual power halberd, and a powerful built-in bolter is installed at the bottom of its flat blade back. This makes this weapon equally powerful in both long-range and melee combat.

Yes, for the sake of fairness and to "test the performance of the new weapons", all Astartes melee weapons have been replaced with this special standard equipment this time. The original hypnotic training of the Astartes warriors included the use of various weapons, so they quickly found similar methods of use, and were pleasantly surprised to find that this long power weapon had perfect weight and balance. , its built-in bolter has a more accurate trajectory while maintaining lethality, which makes most people satisfied. It just requires more practice to become more familiar with it.

And the key is, many details of this weapon show that it is obviously tailor-made for the specialties of the Iron Warriors! This obvious fact greatly boosted the slightly depressed morale of the Second Company, and also caused them to change their initial strategy.

The key to the new strategy lies in whether Soltarn can successfully obtain intelligence.

There was movement around Soltarn, and the hoarfrost on the frozen ground became more obvious. He was returning from his deep meditation.

After a short while, the veteran stood up and smiled under a respirator at all the soldiers around him.

"Stop being so pretentious, Soltarn, what's the situation?" Dassadra asked urgently. The war blacksmith now put optical camouflage on his power armor. The cold and dirty ice and snow here were on the surface of the power armor. Traces of frost and snow were left on the concave and convex places, and ice flowers were rarely condensed on his breathing grid.

But unlike the lack of resources in the Eye of Terror, the reactor core of his power backpack now happily provides him with sufficient heat, ensuring the appropriate temperature everywhere inside the power armor. His chest and leg armor are wrapped around Wearing an extra small bag of equipment, it looks a bit special operations - it would look more professional if he didn't change the optical camouflage to black Gobi color on this planet full of ice and rust.

"Ha... Dasadra, I dare say, this is more confidence-inspiring than any call I have ever experienced. Look at these information that are as detailed as every screw. The fortress built by that group is not as good as a canteen. The Imperial Fists with their sturdy desks and chairs would never have imagined that we have such a secret weapon," the Iron Warriors veteran replied slowly as a smile appeared, while transmitting some data and necessary information to the helmets of each Astartes, "Let's start moving! For the sake of our genetic father!"

The green eyepieces of the Iron Warriors behind them and the new blood they led flickered in the shadows, and all the warriors raised their new weapons together.

"Obey or die, for our genetic father!"

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On the other side, the team of former Imperial Fists.

Bella Kahn was lowered 130 seconds after the battle started.

Lysander sighed under his tattered and oil-stained cloak, and lowered his hood again: walking in the passage of the ship's maintenance track platform without wearing his own power armor and only carrying a concealed pistol would be dangerous. Give him the illusion of being naked.

And most of his weapons and armor were left with the company, and Li Kaiwen was responsible for leading them in some kind of vehicle that looked very much like the Storm Eagle - surprisingly, the Fourth Legion still kept a large number of brand-new Storm Eagle types. The vehicle - taking advantage of the interference caused by the Iron Blood - headed for the ground target of Belakaan, and the only reason Lysander was not with them was that he was unwilling to let the living saint, his genetic father, risk it alone. action.

"It will be a shame to us if you insist on venturing out alone, and if so, you must step over my dead body."

Lysander then found with a shudder that the killing intent flashing through the light iris-colored eyes staring at him was calm and real.

It was as if... although Space Marines did not have the concept of "fear", Lysander, who was once fearless, felt that his state at that moment was very close to "shuddering".

It was as if what was looking at him through the face of his genetic father at that moment was another Primarch who had been tit-for-tat with the Seventh Primarch and didn't care about the sacrifices of others... But Nylaidoa didn't do anything in the end, he just He lowered his eyes and sighed. "Well, then, Lysander, I hope you will swear an oath of secrecy about what happens next."

So now he and Brother Nilaydoa are walking among a group of genetically modified laborers, pretending that they are also one of them, and are about to go to the harsh environment of the maintenance pipeline below the platform to do daily maintenance.

The Holy One, his genetic father, simply told him to follow him, and then made sure they kept going in the direction he wanted.

Although Lysander was not sure, his enhanced senses were telling him that with the subtle changes in gravity and light, they were undoubtedly heading towards the central part of the large orbital platform.

He wasn't sure what would happen next, but he was ready to fight at any moment.

Nylaidoa walked calmly one position in front of him. Lysander heard that he didn't even have a disordered breathing, but that was not indifference, but relaxed.

"Don't worry, Brother Lysander." He heard the voice from ahead, "Perturabo's heirs will definitely not think of our plans."

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Inside the Chapter Master's office of the Destiny Steel.

The Vanilla Reca coffee on the table was still steaming slightly, but except for Brother Sade who was still at his place, the rest of the people had already left to make preparations.

Wuwei looked at the light spots representing the two team members in front of him, the planet suspended in the sky, and the Milky Way star map behind it, and suddenly sighed imperceptibly.

Then his face turned toward some shadow.

"If you are favored by that disgusting evil god, maybe I should kill the corrupt seedling early before it grows into poison ivy."

The purple-eyed Raven Guard slowly emerged from the shadows and saluted the noble man.

"It is my duty to guard this place, please forgive me."

"what!"

Fearless patted the huge power sword on his waist with an agility that was incompatible with its huge weight and body.

"You are the son of the raven." He said with certainty, his tone was calm and careless, but Vanas inexplicably heard some hidden anger, "This is Perturabo's flagship, why are you here?" This?...Your father, how is he?"

"That's a long story."

Fearless's eyepiece flashed, and Vannas inexplicably felt that it was one of them who blinked, "Really? Before they start, I just have time to listen to your long story."

Okay, here we go, the Raven Guard thought, his father's advice was indeed correct.

Then Murkrow began to tell him.

　croak.

　　Wow, it feels like each character actually has his or her own subtitles to expand on...

　　I will go back and write a few character interludes to supplement the plot from different angles to show that I am not the Riddler (...)

　　

　

(End of this chapter)