Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 19 Corpses everywhere (Thanks for the support and update)

Maxim raised his leg and kicked the heavy weapon machine slave hard. Its limbs were twisted, the metal frame was deformed by the kick, and a section was pushed out of the gray skin.

Its modified heavy weapon arm fell to the ground, and the smoking muzzle was still spitting out fierce tongues of fire, but it no longer posed a greater threat.

Just now, Maxim led his team to rush to this barrier. With Igor's roar and the sound of chain swords turning, they killed eleven guard servitors placed here in a few minutes. .

Oh - no - he pulled out his chain sword and stabbed the assassin into the stomach of the assassin who jumped out from above. As the saw teeth of the motor started, the internal organs and spine were mixed into a ball of red, red and white flying all over the sky. Sim pulled out a gun with his other hand and fired several shots at the head of the last guy who was preparing to attack Igor. The reinforced skull exploded with juice like a smashed hard-shelled fruit, and then It shattered all over the ground, clanging against their solid armor.

The walls of the barrier were thick enough, but the light was poor due to the interference of pipe smoke and other things, and Maxim's eyepiece readings were changing drastically.

He saw the muzzle of Syras's gun spit out a long tongue of flame in a direction he couldn't see. The counterattack fire from the opposite side was fierce and precise. Syras's power armor splashed with a series of sparks and armor fragments. His brother fell.

"Hold on!" Maxim shouted, rushing towards Sylas and taking a look at his panel - Syras was still alive, but the thing that attacked him was too fast and deadly, and it was definitely not an armed servitor. or--

A huge black shadow rushed over with the smell of decaying metal and blood. It moved extremely fast. Maxim's finger instinctively pulled the trigger before he made a decision, but the opponent easily dodged it.

He was pressed hard to the ground, one arm and the bolter were stuck under him, and the handle of the chain sword was tilted to the other side - the opponent was wearing dark iron-colored tattered power armor stained with soot, and the respirator grid was twisted into a There were rows of gleaming weird sharp teeth, and on the helmet that looked like some kind of knight's visor, the eyepieces like blood-red crystals were flashing malicious light at him——

It's the Iron Warriors.

The traitor raised his power ax.
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  After sixty minutes of being blasted with violent electronic magic sounds that were criticized from head to toe by Elder Khadomo, the dizzy recruits were driven into the central training hall by Fearless, whipping behind their butts with a lightning whip.

There, among the layers of ramparts and trenches, a group of carefully selected veterans of the long war from the second company were waiting for them.

A powerful battle cry sounded.

Then the two teams, with vastly different numbers, wore training armor and used training weapons for an enjoyable and productive five hours of high-intensity shooting confrontation and close combat simulation training.

In the end, the recruits, who were beaten until their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen and still in shock, were driven to the simulated chess room next to the hall (in order to maintain sufficient distance, Lamizane had to claim that he was going to the observation room on the upper floor of the training hall to inspect the veterans' training of the recruits. And wait until the end of their training), personally experienced the miraculous computing power of the ancient Dreadnought - the new tenth company commander deduced different battles with twenty-eight recruits at the same time, and undoubtedly won a great victory. Ten times - later.

Destiny Steel

before dinner time

The tenth company's station was littered with corpses.

Returning from the newly opened library, Julius and Parogov, who came to visit them, saw this scene of corpses lying neatly.

"Your Majesty, the God-Emperor." The two Astartes carefully maintained their tactical movements and walked into the room. "What's wrong with you? Brothers."

No one answered at first, but after a while a weak voice finally answered. "As you can see, we are not very active right now. My Lyman's ear is still ringing. The God Emperor bless it - Master Honso is said to be on a mission and can't come yet."

"So the Tenth Company Commander - Master Kaidomo was extra gracious and allowed us to come back and rest for 20 standard points."

"Fortunately, Master Kaidomo received an emergency order and left. Otherwise, in the next two rounds, I think my suspended meninges would have come in handy."

"Don't say anything that shouldn't be said. I don't want to be blamed by you. Your Excellency, the company commander, said that the punishment for daring to complain is to go to the main sewage pipe in the living area for a week." After speaking, the speaker couldn't help but slap him. Chill.

"Parogov, you came just in time - ah, my brain, my brain hurts when I talk. Why don't you come and check it for us."

The silent Parogov stepped forward. Although as an informal pharmacist, he had not yet obtained his pharmacist's white armor, the red positive spiral had been painted on his helmet, shoulder armor and knees.

The apothecary's new apprentice, having completed all his transformation surgeries, now has extremely light hair, shaved short and standing on top of his skull, and unusually firm and kind eyes. , anyone can feel the determination, strength, support and peace of mind it brings with just one glance.

With quick and steady movements, he seized the moment and performed a quick physical examination on each battle brother.

"It's not a big problem. It's mainly due to overuse of the brain. Your brain has endured some overclocking operations that it shouldn't have to bear. It will indeed fully recover after 20 minutes of rest." He stood up and put away his equipment while saying something strange. Said, "But I can't think of anything in the safety of a Chapter battle barge that would require such use of your brains. In theory, our body functions are designed to adapt to high intensity, both physical and mental." Continuous combat mode.”

Igor gave a weird smile and said, "You haven't seen our new company commander yet, have you?"

"Who? Is the Master Khadomo you are talking about? Wait, Khadomo? Master Khadomo? He has been guarding the Chapter Master's office before - hasn't he been buried in the sacred sarcophagus?"

"That's right." Igor stood up and moved his shoulders, seeming to have regained his energy. "Actually, he is our new company commander, responsible for teaching and training us."

"Although I really want to say, recruit training? A fearless elder? Is this consistent with common sense... Oh, but considering that we are also..."

"Yes, just like our previous elder," Vitalier sighed and continued, "Besides, there should indeed be no one in the war group who has richer historical knowledge and combat experience than Elder Khadomo. No matter which way you look at it, I actually feel very frightened that such an ancient and noble venerable person should not be awakened so easily for our sake."

"Indeed." The battle brothers all nodded in agreement, "Although most of the veterans of the chapter are really grumpy and reticent, and they always criticize our size... But their combat skills are unparalleled... Today The combat training and simulation are so realistic! It’s so exciting! When I fought against veterans wearing special camouflage armor, I almost thought I was fighting against the real enemy of the empire, the shameful betrayer!”

"It must be because they have fought so many times against the evil depravity, the abomination, and the traitors of Isstvaan during their glorious and long crusade that they know their fighting methods so well."

"Originally, I had some thoughts about us joining the new war group..." Maxim, who had argued fiercely with Julius, lowered his head in shame, "But now I am so lucky to be able to join the ranks of such ancient and glorious warriors. They Allow us to join their crusade of splendor and courage as the end of our own crusade! Destruction is salvation! And glory! Primus inter pares! OBEY OR DIE!"

"Destruction is salvation! And there is glory! The head of all brothers! (Primus inter pares!) Obey or die! (OBEY OR DIE!)" The monks of the tenth company lowered their heads at the same time, reciting their past and present stories together. War cry.

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