Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 181 Messenger

The captain and crew of the Terra Glory were convinced by the end of their journey that a creature worthy of sitting on the shoulders of the Emperor's exalted son was truly extraordinary and divine.

Word of mouth has begun to spread among the crew that this mysterious black and white plush guest must be a savior sent by the Emperor. This proud and beautiful creature must be in the people's imagination in the Emperor's magnificent and sacred palace. Among them, next to the throne, there is a gold silk cushion that is exclusive to him.

One of the things that puts all doubts to rest is the miraculous ability of this miraculous creature to navigate the dangerous, dark sea of ​​stars.

When the black-and-white dog was connected to the ship's navigation system for the first ten seconds (he even relied on an external device rather than a biological connection), their doubtful navigator was still screaming in protest and cursing that they actually let a person like this Even if a non-humanoid creature takes on the important responsibility that has been performed by the pure-blood Navigator family for thousands of years, it is putting all personnel, especially the noble Primarch, in unpredictable dangers. It is an unforgivable depravity. act.

Of course, the strong will of the lion himself actually played the main and possibly the only role in implementing the action of letting the dog navigate for them.

When the first ten seconds passed, the ship's engines began to fire.

The accompanying Mechanic-Priests reported with an intensity you would rarely see from a believer in Ohm's Messiah, and with an electric tone of excitement they had observed that the engine room and the Machine Spirit of the Master Contemplator had never looked the same. Such a joy.

The operation of this old ship began to become suddenly smoother, as if an invisible hand unquestionably and accurately "unlocked" the codes and data flows that had been bugged, knotted or injured one by one. All systems began to actively self-check and reported to the main processing system in an orderly manner, and many new and unprecedented work tasks were assigned one by one in a fascinating, smooth and efficient manner. Each believer in Ohm Messiah was clearly and completely told in extremely concise and beautiful programming language what he was going to do, and which step he should take when any situation arises.

Ninety-nine ten seconds after the black and white Miracle Plush Apostle took over all the systems of this light cruiser, her subspace engine had been running to its optimal state of full power, and Geller's stance was fully opened.

Every part of the Terra Glory now works together harmoniously, and every screw has been restored to its proper position. She is like a dolphin in the ancient Terra ocean, jumping into the subspace gracefully and dexterously.

There were no too many nauseating dizziness, no phantoms that made people want to scream, and the grotesque and sinister creatures trying to break through Geller's position and eat everyone on the ship seemed to turn a blind eye to them - only the ocean currents formed by the deep transformation of information and energy remained. The cruiser was lifted up powerfully, but the raging and violent subspace energy flow seemed to turn into a wave that could be easily borrowed. Although they closed the visual windows of the portholes, everyone understood clearly: they were riding safely. Heading towards the destination at high speed with a current flowing toward the destination, the dangerous journey to the highest heaven was turned into a visual data table under the flesh pad of the black and white dog.

Ancient Techmarine Ectoril whispered a prayer in his Martian red power armor.

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The Terra Glory reunited with Zabriel and his party over Camas, who also hurried back after receiving the distress signal. There is no doubt that Zabriel was found for the Lion King just as Perturabo predicted. Three fallen angel veterans were killed. And when the lion looked down with a heavy heart at the tragic scene where the dark green jungle of Camas was attacked by his fallen heirs and even the ground was set on fire, he would naturally think of Caliban.

Did Caliban, the planet that hosted many truly important moments in Lion's life, burn like this to meet her destruction in her final moments?

After scanning the surface of Camas, Leon had to admit that even though he had fallen into Chaos, Serafax, the leader of the Ten Thousand Eyes War Gang who was once his heir, did still act like the Legion here. The operations carried out during the Great Crusade were completely orderly and efficient for a Chaos warband: beheading important cities and strongholds, executing all leaders, spreading fuel on the ground, and finally igniting everything that could be ignited, even just right. Leaving behind some victims who can still cry, so that those who come later will be tortured by their eyes, feel self-blame, pressure and self-doubt after witnessing what happened.

"This heir of yours, well, there is something. It seems that while he was corrupted, he still did not lose his profound grasp of certain ways of domination and conquest. The average Chaos war gang kid cannot achieve this level. He is. A natural leader, but not enough." commented the black and white dog entrenched between his nape and shoulder armor. With the lion's approval, Ectoril eagerly absorbed the self-proclaimed " After receiving the teachings of the legendary creature "Kaidomo", he quickly repaired the power armor for his genetic father, including the bionic prosthetics and bionic bodies of his brothers that had been lost and could not be better repaired and replaced. The equipment was also honored, and the technical sergeant's happiness increased day by day, even the lion could clearly feel it.

"So what? Do you want to plead for him and take him under your command to fight?" The lion's voice was majestic and gloomy, and the mortal technical officers on the bridge subconsciously shrank their necks: a dangerous forest. The feeling of a beast lurking and peering out makes human instincts tremble with fear.

"I don't need soldiers like him under my command, Leon," the black and white dog said leisurely, "not even Lamizane, and this universe provides me with a better way to deal with people like him. Method: Armed training servitor.”

Even though his heart was still heavy, Leon still felt comforted, and obviously others felt the same. At least Zabriel's extremely gloomy face softened slightly after seeing the tragic situation of Camas.

The Lion landed under the guidance of his brother. Of course, without Perturabo pointing it out, Leon could also see traces of some special messages: the Red Moon Castle, the stronghold site of the descendants of Sanguinius who once guarded this place, was Deliberately retained.

When the landing ship landed, the Lion was pleased to see that his current only twenty-one descendants had not forgotten their fighting regulations due to hundreds of thousands of years of separation and wandering, but there were primarchs and legendary creatures present to protect them. Despite the situation, the Dark Angel veterans still formed a complete queue on their own and maintained due vigilance to the surrounding environment: reconnaissance, escort, backbone, left and right wings, rear cutoff and heavy weapons teams. Everyone immediately and spontaneously adapted to the situation. The Lions have found their place in the new organization.

In front of the gate of the ruins of Red Moon Castle, the Lion met a messenger who was left specifically for him.

This allowed the Lion to see with his own eyes for the first time, ten thousand years later, how blasphemous the existences in this galaxy that he originally did not pay attention to could turn an Astartes into.

(End of this chapter)