Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 431 Is it possible to kill the third Primarch? (4K6)
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The Iron Captain slammed his ceramite boots down onto the deck floor.

The engine oil that was easily splashed due to high-speed operation, the metal particles that escaped from the freshly cut gaps in the ceramic steel armor, the steel of the gun barrel heated by the high-speed explosive shells, and the special odor molecules at the decomposition point of bullets and power weapons filled his olfactory receptors, but among them, very rarely, his analysis unit told him that there was also a faint scent of musk rose.

Bah. This despicable and shameless devil.

Just like his original form, he is good at using sweet words to lure people into becoming weak and corrupt, turning them into pathetic playthings of poisonous snakes and ultimately costing them their lives.

Such were the nature of the evil creatures of the Third Legion and their Primarch Fulgrim. They forced the saints to fall, tempted the steadfast to give up, corroded steel to rust, softened steel to mud, destroyed all order, and disregarded almost any discipline -

Until they send themselves to hell in a tide of laughter, and enjoy the torture of eternal pain in a moment of clarity, but deceive themselves with drugs or other things, and proclaim themselves the kings of the decadent paradise of hot earth they built with their own and others' corpses.

The price they pay for all the pleasures and joys they enjoy now has already been paid in the "future". Therefore, they will never usher in the future, and will never be able to grow stronger, nor can they make their bloodline and war group great - they just become a wreckage that seems to be able to sustain itself temporarily because of its huge size, but without a thriving future, they are destined to continue to decrease and disappear.

How long does it take to go from a brilliant Paladin swordsman to a dying addict to a dried-up skeleton?
The time required may not be as long as the parties involved and bystanders think.

These souls, who may be confused or joyfully following the Serpent Prince's fall, will eventually be dragged into darkness by the Unliving Ones and have their marrow sucked out of their bones.

To the fate of the universe and everyone else, the children of the Phoenix have been essentially abandoned, becoming increasingly irrelevant to anyone.

Those who want to show themselves the most will eventually become insignificant, insignificant, and eventually die.

Until it was completely forgotten.

From body to soul.

time flies.

Life and death, existence and destruction.

Soon even the memory of them in this galaxy will be gone.

This is the best way to deal with these fallen Emperor's children, including their Primarch, and this is what they deserve. Only in this way can the anger in his heart be slightly appeased.

Originally, although things were always disrupted and progressed slowly, there was indeed a gratifying trend moving in this direction.

Especially after they captured the clone of the snake demon and a group of followers he brought with him in the sublimated form of the Gene-Father's enviable new metal body, Lavus was very relieved to think that everything would be fine.

First of all, the revenge of justice will certainly be partially executed after such a long wait. (Although his old friend, Chief Librarian Traci, is still watching over them and didn't kill them, it is understandable that Traci obeyed the Primarch's orders out of loyalty instead of making the right choice on his own.)
But recently, when he asked the gathered Lakuan Calculation Magi Prophecy Group about the results of a new round of logical prophecies because of the frequent summons of the captives by the Father of Genes and other signs, they told him that after adding the latest changes and factors, the logical calculation prophecy seemed to have reached some conclusions with greater variables, and none of them was the one that Lavus was willing to witness.

So this is the deepest reason for the Iron Captain's concerns. As early as the top of the tallest tower in the Shadnus Hive, when he saw the Contemptor Fearless slashing with a psionic saber burning with white-gold flames and black lightning, he had already realized: no matter what it is, in the eyes of others, including anyone in the Empire, it can only be Ferrus Manus. Therefore, the other brothers thought that his concerns were mostly here, but he had actually thought about more.

When he had just become an Iron Hand, he had thought that other imperial worlds were just like Medusa, dark and cruel, and that the only way to survive was to devour and hunt meat that was so ancient that no one knew what it was, and to plunder garbage resources that fell from the star orbits to repair their nomadic fortresses.

The boy had always thought that the planetary homes of everyone in the universe were like this.

But when he, who was still a new recruit in Lakuan, set foot on other planets, he discovered that other people's worlds had clean air, large water sources, stable continents, blue skies, sunshine, flowers and birds since ancient times.

At that moment, an inexplicable anger burned deep in his heart.

Why did the people of Medusa have to endure everything for tens of thousands of years and have to fight to the death on Rock Ouranus for a chance to become Iron Hands, while people from other planets can grow up in such a paradise-like world, and in the end they don't have to endure more suffering but can also become Space Marines?

Then what is the meaning of the cultural heritage that the Medusa people have always insisted on and advocated? So he worked harder to hone himself and accepted mechanical transformation twice as much as the recruits of the same age. It was hard to say whether he was trying to prove to his other cousins ​​that the hardships that the Son of Medusa had endured for thousands of years were still valuable and not meaningless.

The obnoxious, awful smell of musk rose came back.

Alvian Ravus held his two-handed power sword and blinked his eyes. One of his eyes was a cybernetic eye with an additional zoom function, while the other had been completely converted into a bionic eye.

The memory state that had caused his chaotic thoughts and brain waves just now was aroused by the foul smell of the rotten snake demon.

Arvion Ravus had slain many of the Emperor's Children and their followers, either by commanding fire or in person, both before and after donning his current suit of Terminator armour, which had become one with him.

Among these fallen betrayers in dazzling pink or bright purple armor, most of the high-level, semi-demonized members will exude musk and other fragrant to smelly scents in close combat. According to the research results of pharmacists, these scents are not superficial. The deeper the dark corruption, the stronger the change in physiological cognition such as smell, vision and thought of the inhaler. However, if only a small amount is inhaled or for a short time, and the inhaler is determined, then after several rounds of thorough "processing", at least at the detection level, the influence of this corrupt scent can be eliminated.

He also admitted that compared to the smell of those fallen ones who looked like large racks of cheap jewelry, the smell of this demon cub was actually not that greasy, disgusting and repulsive. It could even be said to have a hint of moist vapor from fresh petals. It was this pure and simple ancient smell engraved in human genes that could arouse some associative stimulation in his rock-hard organic cerebral cortex.

But when the scent of musk and roses and the name Fulgrim are associated with existence, then he is no longer a dewy rose swaying in the morning breeze, but a gorgeous venomous snake just hatched from Fabius's corrupted rotten hotbed, an unlife more hateful than the Sapphire King, a being that is about to devour the ray of hope that the Iron Hands have just gained, and is the most wonderful and malicious joke given by the Chaos Gods.

So, since Fulgrim himself could not help but rush out from the ear chamber to loudly refute the Iron Captain's advice to immediately execute all the prisoners and the accusations against him, and loudly challenged the Primarch to an honor duel, then Lavus was very happy that he had the opportunity to eliminate this threat with his own hands - although the requirement was that "neither side was allowed to fight to the death", and facing a Primarch who was actually agile and good at fighting, even the Terminator had a low chance of winning.

But that was a demon cub who had just been born, and he was not wearing armor, but only holding a Shabar saber. Neither side had the power to open their weapons, and the Father of Genes had no concerns or doubts about Laus at this time, so there would not be a second better chance!

Look, if Ravus accidentally hit the stance button due to an accidental collision and his finger got dislocated, and then there was some unfortunate short circuit in the power armor, then it can't be blamed for everything that happened afterwards.

In fact, even if he was blamed and executed, the commander felt it was worth it, because when the duel was proposed, he coldly calculated the disturbance ratio that his and the Father of Genes would cause in their calculations on the future of the universe, and immediately accepted the cloned Phoenix's invitation to duel before the other brothers could smooth things over for them.

Obviously, the impact of his, Alvian Raus's death here on the future of the galaxy in the following years was insignificant compared to the fact that "Ferrus Manus" was able to successfully return to Medusa and reorganize the legion.

He was insignificant, but a tiny grain of sand at the right time and place could change the direction of the overall situation. The Iron Captain tightened his grip on the hilt of his power sword and slowly placed his steel-wrapped thumb next to the position activation button.

He knew that the nasty, cunning, deadly snake was lurking nearby.

Because Fulgrim was only wearing an ordinary work suit, the venomous snake could not get hurt every time it attacked, and each time it attacked it chose the most tricky and vicious angle.

However, after these few times, the opponent should have figured it out. The degree of Laos' mechanical modification should be something that Fulgrim had not predicted. If it was a Terminator monk from another regiment standing here, he should have temporarily lost his combat effectiveness or been unable to maintain his balance after the first two attacks on his lower back or knee joints.

But Alvern Ravus's human body, covered by the Terminator Armor, actually had little biomass left. These attacks, which were quite fierce for ordinary flesh and blood, were just adjustments that he could make to compensate. The speed of the Terminator was originally impossible to perfectly attack the Primarch, and Fulgrim was famous for his fast swordsmanship. The opponent's lack of armor seriously affected his defense, but the advantage was that his own lightness would be perfectly utilized.

Therefore, Ravus had not thought of catching up and hitting his opponent with his two-handed sword like a Groxmon swatting a moth from the beginning.

All he had to do was pretend to have been weakened by the previous attacks, then wait patiently for the venomous snake to come out of its hole, and finally give it a fatal blow with all the weapons on his body.

He has one and only one chance, and he must seize it with extreme caution.

The Iron Hands had missed several good opportunities in previous battles, but each time he learned from the previous lesson and he would definitely not let the other side succeed this time.

For Ferrus Manus!

The logic circuits connecting different observation bands input the analytical and predictive data obtained after centralized calculation into his brain.

The heat from the high-speed operation of the machinery and chips emitted a hissing stream of hot air from the breathing grid that replaced his lips.

Suddenly, he pulled out his bolter and fired a series of bursts at a shadow that seemed to be swaying slightly.

There were sparks flying everywhere and clinking sounds, but it looked like he hadn't hit his target.

The unique longsword-like saber with a semi-arc tip appeared on the side of the Iron Captain's neck at an angle and speed that even the logical predictions that the Iron Hand was proud of could not calculate - because the saber user controlled every muscle of his body to perfection but without deliberateness, the movement of the blade seemed as natural as the flow of air.

The blade hardly "parts" the air in its path, but rather the molecules of the gas make way for it.

Then Alvian Ravus's two-handed sword suddenly moved towards the attacker's slender figure, as if it was harmless -

As the power stand opened, in the reflection of Lavus's red artificial eye, the young Viper smiled at the Steel Captain.

A maintenance screwdriver was thrust hard into the port of the Ravus eyepiece.

"stop!"

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As the pharmacists and technical sergeants carried away the severely injured Raus, Ferrus Manus announced a temporary adjournment of the meeting, and the meeting in which the officers made temporary recommendations to the Father of Genes ended.

Fulgrim stood beside the mechanical throne, watching the Iron Father and other senior officers who had activated their emotion modules to suppress their emotions after a long time, apparently because they wanted to go crazy because of seeing the face of Fulgrim, the head of their eternal enemy, constantly appearing within three feet of Ferrus.

Under the strict command of the Father of Genes, the latter left the hall where the Primarch was, looking back every few steps.

They all knew that the Iron Hand officers had not gone far and were ready to rush back here with full firepower to annihilate their father's enemies.

"How is it? After what you've been through, do you still have confidence? This is not the Byzantine of the past."

The young Phoenix shook his head, and a strand of severed silver hair fell along his ear. He grabbed it and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Captain Steel's accusation is actually..." He pondered for a moment, "It's not that I can't understand it."

Garuda sent a pulse of surprise to the Fearless Phoenix, who responded with a stern "quiet and listen" signal.

"But," the younger Phoenix pointed out to his current adoptive father or brothers, "I mean, when you or they accused my descendants of the Third Legion of various depravities, didn't you realize that if you ignored the color of the paint coating and only used the natural color of ceramic steel, copper alloy and steel, and removed those pretentious and unnecessary lines..."

Fearless Phoenix suddenly knew what his younger and more direct self in this universe wanted to say. A huge sense of fear suddenly came over him, enveloping his soul and confidence, like a black hurricane rising from the sea in the distance. You can see it and know that you will soon be tested by it.

"No - wait, Fulgrim -"

But this young man obviously realized that he could get out of the "strict" education of his so-called "teacher" Fabius, so he thought he was very strict but was actually watching him grow rapidly at a loss, absorbing the culture and knowledge of Laquan, Karagu, Dovk and Borgus's Iron Hands like a sponge.

With the unwitting connivance of these two caregivers, the young cloned phoenix quickly became bold and dared to challenge authority.

He did not carefully observe the other person's expression and comfort him in time to shut up as he had done when he lived in the pharmacist's nursery cabin. Instead, he looked directly at the silver giant in front of him and said the second half of the sentence.

"...Those Iron Fathers who have had their vocal and respiratory organs removed and replaced with mechanical prostheses actually look very similar to the Noise Marines."

(End of this chapter)