Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 469 Professor, can you perform that again?

*Slightly, the power armor high-heeled boots are actually quite good-looking and useful. BE LIKE:
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"Look, it's actually not that difficult for someone with the power of the Astartes to pull out this type of seal just by force. The power of the seal on the demon lies more in its symbolic meaning... If someone thinks that pulling out these silver nails can banish the demon back to the warp, then he may be under the gaze of the Lord of Fate... Because releasing a demon in this specific ritual venue will not cause it to be directly repelled back behind the veil. Remember, a demon will indeed be repelled or expelled back to the High Heavens due to lack of sacrifice or energy supply in the real universe, but the time it takes varies depending on the venue, the residual energy of the other party, etc., and cannot be generalized."

The Iron Warrior Wizard Lord's performance can be described as calm and composed. He talked freely while holding a half-pulled out silver nail. Under the rock where he was, the flesh of Bloody Heart continued to swell, and the blood vessels inside its strong and powerful flesh emitted a scarlet pulsating light like red magma.

The "students" below, who had recovered from their headaches, stared nervously at the subspace rift that showed signs of expansion, but because the white-haired wizard seemed to have some control over his explanation of the classroom teaching materials, they were still using their extraordinary memory or helmet recorders to record this knowledge.

"...In the myths of humans before the ancient night, one way to seal the demons related to blood was to use this kind of sharp spike on all four sides...It is also called a stake. Ancient human residents believed that this kind of nail could cause fatal damage to certain demons closely related to blood, or seal them tightly. For example, look at its material. Silver, a metal, has always been believed to have miraculous effects on demonic creatures..."

A Warp breeze carrying a strong smell of corrupt blood blew across his ochre cloak from the rift, but Tolamino looked expressionless, and even picked up the silver stake in his hand to show the students left and right its shiny surface that had not rusted for thousands of years due to the blessing of a mysterious power.

"In the name of the great and merciful Lord of Steel! This demonic entrance is so realistic! The accompanying explanation is also very detailed and impressive. I thought Tolamino... Professor was a bit too boastful and a show-off, but I didn't expect that he actually has some skills. Don't you think so, Aquilon?"

"Gurgle gurgle...indeed...Sa..."

Samokan and the leader of the Skinless were staring at the ever-expanding warp rift over the Blood Lake, talking to each other while quickly sketching in class on a slate.

This huge creature with the mind of a child is still called the King of the Skinless, but many people in his tribe have happily accepted the assigned numerical names and started working in their assigned factory positions - now they can eat well every day and get rid of the constant burning pain on their skin, so suddenly they have become easier to talk to, more willing to accept some assignments, and patiently wait for the day when they can find a suitable pharmacist to arrange deformity repair surgery. After the barbaric undertakers have been burned to death, everyone remembered that they did not have a suitable pharmacist brother to do this, which was very incredible.

"So have they been turning against each other, attacking and plundering each other for the past ten thousand years, or..." Pausanius frowned and asked his superior, "I can't figure it out...but we clearly saw that they had a recruit company and a pharmacist laboratory on the Destiny Steel..."

"Perhaps they used the pharmacist of the Lord of Steel before, after all, their Primarch also lived here." Uriel didn't figure it out, but his previous experience of the amniotic membrane farm here made him wisely cut off his upright sergeant's divergent thinking on the matter. "Let's deal with this guy first - how is your arm? Has the mysterious weapon been restored to its loaded state?"

"Soltan said he is not good at repairing such delicate machinery. There are no pure Ohm Messiah servants here. This arm now only has normal mechanical prosthetic functions."

"Well, then at least you can reload your own ammunition... May the Emperor and Guilliman protect us. Take up your weapons."

"What? Tolamino seems to be confident. Didn't he come prepared?"

"I have a bad feeling. I think he may not be able to control the situation going forward."

"My goodness, Uriel, I hope your premonitions are not so accurate. Primarch protect us."

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After learning that the King of the Skinless was undecided about his name, Samokan had been suggesting that he could use some more "powerful" names. For example, after consulting the voice in his head, he was recommended the name "Aquilon", which sounds very ancient and noble, doesn't it? However, the King of the Skinless insisted that he had to become more perfect and excellent before he could accept this name, but Samokan had already started calling him by this name, and he found it surprisingly smooth, so he would call him that now.

As for the others, they were not as relaxed as these two elementary school students who actually came to learn. The Renegades and the Ultramarines had already raised their bolters vigilantly.

Seraface's eyes lit up slightly on his haggard face. The Librarian who was expelled from his Chapter didn't like to use his psychic attacks unless he had to. "Did you do this on purpose or was it an accident? Hmm? 'Professor'?"

"Of course! Don't worry! Everything is under my control! Watch out, I will show you how to repair this seal and close a subspace teleportation rift in one go!"

Tolamino's face was a mixture of shock, rage and pride. He raised his staff towards the huge silver-white nail that he had pulled out halfway, and began to mutter spells from even more bizarre destinies and ancient ruins, trying to repair the seal and close the portal that had suddenly appeared.

The air around the Iron Warrior Wizard began to evaporate, and bright blue flames began to roll and move around him. The distorted and changing faces composed of a thousand eyes and empty mouths were like a nightmare turned into reality, radiating living malice and powerful twisted power to everyone who saw them.

In front of him, the Heart of Blood was still imprisoned in place, but this great demon, which had been in a weak state, was beginning to recover its strength at a speed visible to the naked eye. The ends of the withered blood vessels hanging from the severed wings on its back began to recover and grow, and like some kind of slender blood-sucking leeches, it extended its tentacles into the blood lake below it. Although the surrounding sacrifices, blood pipes and most of the human skin bags had been removed, the bottom of the lake had not been completely drained due to the excessive blood capacity. It began to grow taller, bigger, and fuller. The demon raised its horned head and let out a terrible roar from its body through its anger at the pure slavery and loss it had suffered over the past few centuries. This roar did not produce the vibration of the natural vocal cords, but it penetrated everyone's heart, causing even a simple mind like Aquilon, the King of the Skinless, to feel uneasy, because the hunger of this demon even crossed the veil of dimension and echoed in the vast ocean behind the curtain.

Some warriors who were once closer to the Blood God have begun to kneel down with their heads in their hands in pain. From the gaping black rift rising from the blood lake, an air stream filled with the smell of copper rust and a name, an abrupt name, appears above everyone's soul. This terrible evil knowledge carries a symbol, requiring everyone in the galaxy to give their heads and souls to feed the god's insatiable hunger. It repeats, "Offer your blood to...offer your skulls to...Khorne...Khorne...Khorne..." Even the most dull-witted person will begin to feel that something is wrong.

"Can you handle it?! Tolamino?! Close the portal immediately! Restore the seal! It's too dangerous!" Uriel shouted while enduring a severe headache. Pasanius grabbed him, and the invisible power of the rosary on the sergeant's body was immediately transmitted to relieve Uriel's headache.

The former Ultramarines immediately activated his communication beads, which were not surprisingly interrupted by the painful wails that filled the channel. Uriel regretted that he should have asked Soltarn for a melta grenade or similar weapon before coming here. They usually work wonders when thrown into the portal at this time. The second captain of the Silver Skull had some in stock on his belt, and he had seen them.

"If you can't do it, tell us quickly! We have to notify the people outside immediately--"

"Shut up! You prim and vain Macragge brat! The great Tolamino can certainly handle it!" Tolamino shouted angrily, and at the same time began to raise all his psychic power, his eyes emitting faint blue flames, blue flames appeared in the air, and in the center of the burning flames, small blue and pink figures began to flash through it, and there seemed to be a phantom of something pointed behind him - suddenly, the staff in Tolamino's hand made an angry and strange sound, and then, the blue and pink terrors and the huge bird-shaped demon that had begun to appear behind him exploded one after another in silent howls of terror, leaving only the Wizard Lord's expression of true fear this time, and he stared at the staff in his hand, as if the high temperature that was scorching and smoking on his palm did not exist.

"So cool! I wonder if that was a group of summoned demons? Now everything is calm! But what was making that noise?"

"I don't know…it's kind of like…woof?"

"Ah, Professor Tolamino!" Samokan pointed at the teleportation rift that had almost taken shape in the real universe, "Can you perform that again? The one that just made the big demons explode with a 'woof'? I think it's about to come out!"

"What?! Who?!" The white-haired Iron Warrior waved his staff frantically, trying to gather the same powerful psychic power again, but it was obvious that the accident just now made it impossible for him to draw out enough energy to organize an effective spell for a while. Seraface had already begun to secretly gesture to others to find a suitable cover.

A sharp howl came out from the torn curtain, carrying with it the blood and intimacy of incomparable attachment, the hatred that everyone could feel, and the contract of death that began and ended.

The cry came from far away, getting louder and louder, and more and more shrill. As the sound got closer, Bloodheart's demonic face showed obvious joy. It raised its horned head again and let out a long howl in response, its voice full of malicious joy.

As the last rays of light, like corrupted wine or some fermented pus, poured down from the rift, a huge figure in ancient Terminator armor stepped out of the teleportation rift. The sorcerous blue fire that Tolamino had managed to summon weakly struck the figure's shoulder armor and scattered, the firelight illuminating the remaining yellow and black stripes on it - a Chaos Iron Warrior.

Those present were uncomfortably aware that the educational demonstration had gotten out of control, and some had begun shooting at the summoned being or demon.

But those bombs were "bounced away" by the unclean psychic light wrapped around this Chaos warrior wearing a helmet and carrying an ancient chainsword and pistol. Only Bloodheart angrily waved his claws at the attackers.

"Tolamino! Look what you did!" Uriel shouted, and began to issue orders for non-combatants to evacuate, and asked the fastest warrior to run to the upper level to use the communicator. "What should we do now?! Can you still nail that damn silver seal nail back?!"

"Wait!" Tolamino shouted, "This Terminator... I recognize this armor! Isn't this the vulgar Krog?! Krog?! What are you doing here?! Weren't you the one who died in the Heart of Hydra?!"

The Iron Warrior whose name was called tilted its head towards the wizard but did not respond. It just staggered towards the increasingly ecstatic Blood Heart and began to slowly kneel towards the demon in a strange but not humiliating posture, spreading its arms. Bloody witchcraft aura replaced the previous diseased light from every joint and gap in the armor, like blood flowing out. Then, they saw that the power armor began to disintegrate out of thin air, and piece by piece it floated towards the demon in mid-air who had not yet completely broken free.

"It is it!" Seraface, the former Blood Raven Librarian who was expelled for reading forbidden dark knowledge in their own chapter's library, suddenly shouted to the crowd, his voice full of joy and tension, "I know what it is! Why was it summoned here! Uriel! It must be destroyed immediately! This is the armor transformed from the demon armor blessed by the Blood God of Blood Heart! We can't let it take it back!! This is the inevitable first step for it to regain its strength! It will become more powerful with the armor!!"

Bloodheart had already begun to put on his demon armor one by one following Blood Raven's warning. Every time he put on a piece, the shape and color of the armor would change from the iron-colored armor of the Iron Warrior to an ancient black and brass style. The two weapons also began to change their appearance, gradually twisting from a chainsword and a pistol into the shape of a huge brass battle axe and a long whip.

Tolamino let out a frustrated and angry war cry. The former Elite Siege Master Captain was forced to swing his weapon due to the temporary exhaustion of his psychic power. Over the next few minutes, the "students" present watched as Tolamino's fancy, exquisite power armor that looked like an antique jewel box also began to dissipate and deform, turning into extremely thick yellow, black and steel armor. Then, the Storm Missile Nest behind Tolamino's Siege Terminator began to fire a whistling barrage of siege missiles.

Amid Bloodheart's unexpectedly loud howls, Tolamino rushed forward, wielding his broad-bladed staff that had been transformed into a power weapon.

"Steel outside! Steel inside! For the Lord of Steel!"

(End of this chapter)