Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 411: Hidden Blade
"No wonder he always said, 'When you put anything on the table, no matter how perfect the plan is, it won't work if the multiplier is too big. You have to be patient. Even if there are 30,000 pigs waiting for you to kill, it will still take some time.'"

Holding a platinum saber with black lightning leaping from it upside down in his hand and stepping on piles of severed heads, Ferrus Manus put his hands on his waist and sighed, perhaps remembering who was talking to him somewhere.

This subconscious action of his was too graceful even on the battlefield, so much so that the golden-winged silver-bodied Garuda that had temporarily stopped on his shoulder to replenish energy began to become a little anxious and fluttered its wings to send pulses to remind him.

Fortunately, Fulgrim, who was using the metal face of Ferrus, quickly adjusted his posture before any of his descendants could not help but "notice" that something was wrong with him, making his movements look more unpretentious and barbaric, or more naturally rough.

"We can't go on like this." Fulgrim Ishtar first transmitted the data stream to his most trusted partner. "Although our individual soldier quality and firepower are far superior to the enemy in all aspects, the number of people is always a practical problem. Apart from anything else, the inability to clear the corpses to both sides in time will seriously affect our combat radius and shooting field of view. This damn place is like a goblin's nest in the ancient Terra mythology, with many passages, stinking and cramped, which is disgusting!"

Mr. Garuda, who was hunting the small and nimble ape-like creatures and mutants who were climbing up to attack in the spider-web-like cable domes, rusty gantries or other half-collapsed supports hidden in the darkness high up, sent a signal of agreement to the silver demigod, and at the same time used his sharp decomposition claws to pierce the bulging electronic component jars on the two monsters, which looked like biological tumors but strangely glowed blue-green, killing them.

Fulgrim Ishtar then sent his latest battle plan to the four Iron Hands at the front of the line.

After dozens of fierce binary data objections and persuasions in just half a finger snap, the Iron Hands finally surrendered. They assigned Chief Kalagu to replace the Saint of "Ferrus Manus" to be in charge of the rear line, while the silver demigod holding a silver saber leaped into the shadows high up like a graceful leopard, and flew towards the possible target location under the detection and guidance of the mechanical Garuda.

The Emperor's Children always wield two deadly blades, an open blade and a hidden blade.

This time, Fulgrim Ishtar intended to make himself the deadly beheading hidden blade.

A quick decision is more efficient.

Gorgon and his children had to admit this after doing the math.

He had to move faster.

The chaotic magnetic field, psychic aura, and even more chaotic bioelectric field within the ship made scanning more difficult than expected, but they still managed to identify three places.

Apothecary's laboratory, gun deck and hydroponic chamber.

Only the scans of these three places return signals that are the most impenetrable.

"Pain." Fulgrim said silently to Garuda in his heart, "The extreme pain and despair of those souls would attract the unliving like the strongest poison, but there are no more obvious warp fluctuations in these three places. This is abnormal."

Garuda fired off a few more pulses.

"No... I just... because I am too familiar with it, my friend, after all." Fulgrim made an expression that was almost like a smile with the face of the Son of Dorne in his amniotic fluid chamber. "After all, I have received a long time and various kinds of hospitality in my 'Comoros'..."

Garuda was silent for a long time, and then sent a short but encrypted message. "...Don't worry." Fulgrim's brainwaves became calmer, and the anger brought by those memories became like a smoldering flame, containing more power, but still well controlled by the warrior.

"Let us complete our planned mission quickly and don't let your descendants worry too long, my friend."

So they continued to move towards the most likely target location.

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Chief Apothecary Fabius Bile was standing deep within one of the three main laboratories he owned aboard the ship.

He was surrounded by many of the enhanced warriors and gland hounds he had created, all of whom were deeply infatuated with and worshipped their creator. They wandered and lay quietly beside him, turning a blind eye and a deaf ear to the commotion and sounds happening elsewhere on the Vesalius, their entire attention focused only on them, the only sun and the only benefactor of the "new humans" - naturally, this was written into their genes as a matter of course from the very beginning.

The former Chief Pharmacist of the Emperor's Children, who claimed to be the Gene-Ancestor, wore his usual attire: a heavily customized purple Chaos Power Armor, a comfortable surgeon's coat made from carefully tanned and preserved human skin and faces, a mechanical spider-like surgical backpack on his back that had accompanied him for ten thousand years and had its own will and preferences, appendages for injection and extraction, and his usual Staff of Pain and Poison Needle Injection Gun.

His hair was still white, but very dry. This body had been used for some time, and the comfortable feeling and youthful vitality had been gradually eroded by cancer and accelerated aging.

He was no longer surprised that there would be fighting and mutiny on the Vesalius.

After all, the alliance on this ship has always been loose, and he, Fabius Bile, is the one who can make these pharmacists or non-pharmacist members from different legions, as well as his new humans, his loyal senior crew members - those he thinks are worth transforming - and his cute little jar-born things - as well as the aliens and alien technology serve the same goal he wants to achieve.

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"I must admit, this place is getting to be a bad place for me, my friend."

Once out of the crowd's sight, Fulgrim and his old friend who had transformed into a giant metal bird had more freedom in their movements, including but not limited to using the convenience of living metal to pass through some narrow passages or pipes that were originally impassable - of course, they still had to be able to allow the amniotic fluid tank to pass through.

And the Silver Giant with the appearance of the Iron Hands Primarch moved with that perfect balance and flexibility again, different from the natural and tempered sharp perfection of Ferrus himself, this is a step that has reached another peak in flexibility and strength. The owner of this step can control every muscle and every nerve in his body freely at any time, just like when he still had his own perfect body.

"--Indeed, it's very bad." Garuda's data stream returned to Fulgrim's mind. Thanks to the link they formed at the beginning, their conversation was silent and convenient at any time. "The things that appeared on both sides here..."

As they moved forward, some extremely distorted and ominous signs began to appear on both sides of the passage:
Rows of meat vats, culture tanks, or cloning tanks, like messy shrines, are stitched together with the flesh of more other creatures.

For a few moments, some jaws with too many teeth or a series of mouths from nose to chest suddenly broke out of the turbid liquid and pressed against the reinforced glass. A series of wet eyes stared at them from behind each glass, as if smiling a silent welcome to the uninvited guests.

(End of this chapter)