Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 38 The wandering ghosts
  What time is it now?
  Where is he now?

pain.

Severe pain.

It was cold, a bad feeling, but consciousness was slowly returning to him, causing pain all over his body.

The pain of a partially broken rib plate in his chest gradually became more obvious, like broken glass embedded in tough bones and flesh. This also explained why his breathing became very difficult. Judging from the location and physical sensation of the broken rib plate, both sides Only one of his hearts was still working hard, which successfully saved his life.

Feeling the biochemical feedback his body conveyed to him, the situation was not optimistic.

If only one heart and part of the lungs are still working in this injured condition, the oxygen supply is completely insufficient. Optimistically, it will take a while before he can move his hands, feet and other parts. It should only be stored in his extraordinary organs now. The work of the emergency factors within him initially showed results, and they restarted his brain and part of his system after reaching biochemical standards.

He tried to slow his breathing and get a little more oxygen, then managed to move his head even a centimeter.

The pain from the wound on the side of his forehead began to become more irritating. Oh, he remembered that before he fell, in addition to his chest, he also suffered a crooked blast from the head.

The look of utter hatred given by the Iron Warriors as they stormed the fortress before firing their bolters at him was the last thing he remembered before falling unconscious.

It's a bit ridiculous.

I will definitely remember to wear a helmet next time.

By the way, the fortress...the fortress should still have fallen eventually.

Because he and the people around him are the last defensive force of the fortress.

He tried to move his muscles again, and this time some of the neural interfaces resumed responding, and then he felt something - many things being inserted into the interface on the surface of his body.

The power armor has long been stripped from his body, and dozens of biochemical pipelines and bioservo plugs that do not comply with any known safety protocols are invading him.

Another part of his sense of touch was telling him that he was lying on a strange, cold, stone-like surface.

Judging from the condition of these wounds that had not been taken care of at all, he believed that it was definitely not a pharmacist from the reinforcements who had found him.

If there were no accidents, the prisoner would be his current identity.

The next question is, whose prisoner is he?

He tried hard to open his eyes, but it looked like it would be a while before he could fully regain more autonomy.

An unprecedented and strange feeling of dizziness surrounded his head and spine, as absurd as if his brain was being taken out and soaked alone in some kind of solution.

A doubt flashed across his mind like a flash of light.

——Why do I have this experience——?
  His eyes rolled under his eyelids stuck with blood.

With the return of more self-control will, he can feel that his extraordinary modified body is trying to repair him. The nerve endings are spreading along with the new blood vessels, and more complex tissues and organs are slowly proliferating their own cells. .

The cold air was sucked deep into his broken lungs again.

He strained to open his eyes.
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  Parogov hugged Honso and ran wildly along the passage of the Destiny Steel.

He needed to take his battered teacher back to the pharmacist's suite immediately.

As for finding out why they were suddenly attacked by a fatal attack, and why his running wildly seemed to have caused a lot of commotion, the apothecary apprentice had no time to care.

In his arms, the curve of the monitoring data representing his teacher's life became flatter and flatter, but the angle of the brain wave output became sharper and sharper. The pharmacist's medical auspicious device was now directly connected to his eyepiece and was flashing red one after another. warning font.

We turned the corner and finally arrived.

However, the iron ring soldiers guarding the door still strictly followed every scanning and verification procedure. As time passed, they were ruthless guards. Parogov once thought that this was an excellent protocol worth abiding by.

But now he just wants to use his chain saw sword to split these hateful steel creations in half and then go in and open the medical bay——

Wait? The young white-haired Astartes blinked his light-colored transparent eyes, chain sword? The weapons hanging on his waist are a bolter and a power sword? He had never wielded a chainsword—

A sudden vision swept over him.

The heavy pressure was so heavy that he couldn't breathe at all. He groaned and almost fell to his knees, still subconsciously holding on to his teacher in his hands.

Anger, pain, regret, sadness, fatigue, collapse, self-abasement beyond human imagination...and a sense of responsibility that cannot be shaken off even at this point.

This burden is so heavy that it would break any sentient being.

This is...where is this?
  A yellow desert with no end in sight?

He blinked.

But the touch from the ground was wrong.

Parogov moved his eyes carefully and slowly, and then his mind went blank for a moment.

The endless yellow that stretched from his feet to the skyline was not a desert - it was all the corpses of Space Marines in yellow power armor - the unyielding black fist emblem stung him on the broken and bloody shoulder armor. s eyes--

The foehn wind brings an ancient and earnest call from a distant realm.

"Blood...FOR...(BLOOD...FOR...)"

Suddenly time spins - another scene emerges -

Evil...unspeakable evil everywhere...falling from heaven——

Burning palaces... burning cities... huge burning starships... so ancient and noble... blasphemy... the worst blasphemy and destruction... corpses... corpses, blood and ashes everywhere... betrayers, loyalties Orators, gold, green, red and many other colors were mixed together. The corpses of the most noble extraordinary warriors were abandoned like the most common rubble and stones, with burnt armor, weapons, Offal fragments and pieces of meat were scattered everywhere...

There is a huge ornate porthole on the bridge... The emblem is blurry...

I don't know whose perspective changed, and what suddenly jumped into my eyes from the window was the miraculous planet that made people burst into tears.

A great name that is sacred and has the common origin of all mankind seemed to jump out on the tip of his tongue.

Wait a moment……

What did he see? A black blur blurred the place, but he intuitively felt that it was an abnormal and terrifying scene that exceeded the burden of his life——

Who is he going to wrap up?
  Who must he take with him?

It must be done immediately...

"The final biological verification protocol is passed and passage is granted. Welcome back to the Apothecary's Laboratory, Brother Niraidoa."

The electronic eyes of the iron ring soldier flashed green, and with the passing voice, the door opened.

Parogov breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head, hurriedly picked up his teacher, and ran straight to an open medical cabin.

His master had heard lessons from the Chapter Master and had spoken to him.

Enough with the ghosts of the past, we need to first respond to an increasingly complex universe in the present.

Parogov stopped thinking about anything and devoted himself to rescuing his teacher without any distractions.

　quack!

　　There will be another one in the afternoon. After all that, the second update will be after six o’clock.

　　I can’t finish talking about this but there is a third update. The third update will probably be very late. Readers who need to go to bed early can rest first. After reading the second update, get up and read the third update tomorrow (ω)
  　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)