Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 409 Invasion
——It turns out that the mechanical prophecy of the great saint of Ferrus before the departure is indeed the most accurate among them. Holy! Iron Hand! Great! Ferrus Manus!

Thinking of this, the Iron Father swung the huge power gear axe in a semicircle driven by the powerful servo motor of his mechanical arm, and while his consciousness, bionic eye and the standard device on his power backpack were synchronized, the four jar survivors were chopped into eight or nine pieces. Then, the axe blade, still with a series of blood beads, evaporated the dirty blood into white steam due to the high-speed rotation, and chopped towards the gray and filthy bone structure on the hull bulkhead of the cursed ship.

After precise calculations, their transmission position was first determined by a decoy torpedo that was launched and disguised as a high-speed meteorite fragment. Before it was blasted into powder by the opponent's weapon that attracted their attention, the measuring instruments carried in it had sent more information to the Iron Hands hiding behind a tumbling asteroid.

Finally, they chose to project and transmit at a fixed point that should be theoretically very close to the core, but not too deep where accidents could easily happen.

i.e. above the "dorsal" line of this scarred looking Chaos vessel.

Of course, this kind of thing is difficult for mortals or ordinary Astartes to do, because the harsh icy vacuum environment of the hull will quickly make them lose their ability to fight and even move.

But they are all the Gorgon sons of Medusa, and the best among them.

For a Medusa denizen whose "sun" hangs in the sky from birth to death as a blue supergiant and whose word "ground" connotes extreme instability and temperatures that rarely rise above freezing, their fearlessness, endurance, and adaptability to this common vacuum far exceed the imagination of those who are not familiar with them.

Just as the crew of the Vesalius could never have dreamed that someone would choose to teleport, lock onto their hull, and then cut their way in with high-energy pulse cutters and crane arms, which was an unconventional idea.

You said they were teleported here, where did the robotic arms come from?

Sorry, in addition to the super-enhanced, technically-savvy Iron Hand officers who released the servo skull clusters and small, highly modified combat servants that hovered around them as soon as they landed, the Iron Father and the Clan Captain each had a huge mechanical arm on their backs. The former also had a high-energy arc pulse gun on the top of the mechanical tentacle on his waist - this thing could not only vaporize holes in the enemy's body, but also cut through the several-meter-thick ship hull metal as easily as a hot knife cutting through butter.

Finally, there is Ferrus Manus, their miracle, the true Iron Ten, the authoritative manifestation of the Great Power of Om Messiah in this Last Days.

Although the Chaos ship beneath their feet resisted them sharply and shrilly - the Chief Librarian used spells to weave a binary protective barrier to isolate its corrupt howls - he reported that the ship had accepted too high a proportion of alien technology modifications, and that too many creatures had died here, many of which were even trapped in twisted, deformed and fused bodies. The concentration of the echoing souls of pain had reached a level that could almost condense a corrupted abomination intelligence in the ship's machine soul.

It immediately spotted the intruder that jumped onto it, and tried to warn the passengers inside who were still able to work, but its voice was blocked. When the giant, wearing the armor that they were familiar with and had described countless times and the same silver magical metal as the bottom, put his hand on the severely corroded hull, his and his Garuda's four eyes lit up like the molten core of a planet, just like a mechanical god gently placing a finger on the lips of any disobedient machine, soft, ethereal, and completely weightless, but the difference between 1 and 0 in the binary code would make this light negation absolute, ruthless, and irresistible.

But in that case, why not just reprogram the Vesalius, lock all the escape pods and hangars, and then let it dive into the nearest star with its filthy passengers?

The answer is still that without confirmation by naked eyes and close combat, the probability of a mysterious escape in the historical data returned by this universe would be so great that it would be a number that a saint of Ferrus could not accept.

So now they are slowly but firmly advancing their front line inside this frigate that has been modified beyond recognition - although this place has become larger, it is still too narrow! But now they know how to accommodate so many creatures.

If a normal cabin has many halls and hubs that are several meters high, then here it is all very low, with partitions and cabins like factory workshops, or like a honeycomb formed by some kind of chaotic metal and spreading spirit bone branches.

Below the entrance to the tunnel, they found densely packed twisted spirit bones and a demon sealed in a completely deformed and locked Aida alien body. Before this abominable lifeless being's milky white eyes turned to look at them and could utter its first complete sentence, the force field saber with platinum flames and black lightning, which was ignited by Trachi and his think tank companions with their souls and lives in the Battle of Shadinus, came down at it like lightning.

Start from the top of your head and divide it into two.

Those half-dissolved and ethereal contents that were completely different from humans were once again "baptized" by the plasma flame before the pus and body fluids splashed out.

Apparently, whatever it was and is and what it wants to say, it can't be said and no one cares.

Then they quickly cleared a path through this crude and twisted imitation of the Eldar's wraith garden, and began to encounter crew members who had finally heard the alarm and rushed over.

Well, it is indeed quite rich, with modified monsters, mutants, more than one legion of Chaos Space Marines, and some small humanoid creatures.

After starting a firefight with the Chaos Space Marines on the opposite side - oh, there were also a large number of weird mutants holding weapons, some of which were very short, some were pale, twisted but very powerful, and several times, they relied entirely on the Chief Think Tank's psychic shield to drive away these wolf-like things.

"It's very strange. Although we can still deal with it, this is not an ordinary mutant. The attack skills, strength, speed and organization are too..."

"Too Astartes-specific, isn't it, because this is one of those blasphemous creations he made, an offshoot of his 'New Man' he calls the 'Gland Hounds'. Any guesses as to why they're called that?"

"These 'people' were created specifically to hunt down Astartes gene-seed." Although Malkan Ferros's modified thinking chip and his organic brain had made an inference based on the hints provided within one hundredth of a microsecond, the feeling of saying this conclusion still made him feel as if the oil lines in his body were frozen.

"How arrogant, conceited, and twisted to the extreme!"

"Yes, these characteristics have their merits if used in moderation, but if they are nurtured to the extreme without restraint, people will not be able to see their own distortions and feel that they are the most upright people in the world."

Fulgrim Ishtar - wielding his elegant saber burning with strange psychic power in the face and name of Ferrus Manus, like a silver storm, swept into the other side of the defense line formed by the other four Iron Hands - obviously, judging from the blood dripping and evaporating rapidly on his Garuda claws, his silver body and armor, the area over there should have been cleared.

"The battle has just begun."

This was the short and powerful answer the Sons of Gorgon received as to what he had seen and encountered on the other side.

"Calculate your ammunition, sons of Medusa. I want every explosive bomb to have an exchange ratio of more than one to one."

"Follow the order!"

(End of this chapter)