Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 503: Ginger is old and spicy, it depends on your eighth uncle to make a move
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In fact, from later records, it can be learned that the earliest alarm in Macragge did not come from orbit, but was an urgent warning issued to them by Rufus, the governor of Tarentus.

Although the Macragge system monitoring station was somewhat surprised by the return of the Indomitable half a year earlier, all signals were reported as normal, and the Indomitable's commander "Altorion" said that they were just jumping through Macragge and did not need supplies or docking. They would leave once their subspace engines were preheated again.

Therefore, after making way for them for a berth, all the ships of the Galaxy Defense Fleet remained in their respective positions, the navigation records were written into the logs, and no one even thought of giving special reminders to the ground defense system.

Since Governor Tarentus's warning was so lacking in corroborative evidence - because the Inflexible had not been reported or witnessed any hostile attacks along the way - and the codes it had responded to so far, the content of the communications, and even the voiceprints of the Artorion brothers who responded were completely consistent with the voiceprints of Hestia and others, the rigorous Macragge defense system had to repeatedly confirm with him many times whether there had been any misunderstandings.

As a veteran who had served in the First Company for more than three hundred years, Rufus Quintus's intuition told him that things were definitely not that simple. He insisted on asking Macragge to board the ship for verification. If the other party delayed or refused, he would sound the alarm. The alarm was actually sounded because the Indomitable was too close to Macragge. It was too low, so low that the orbital decay was very dangerous, and it could be pulled to the ground by the gravity of the planet at any time.

Most of these increasingly chaotic communications were intercepted by Grendel using his authority as the third Inquisitor of Tarasa, so the Champion Lieutenant reminded Honso that they did not have much time left.

But what does it matter?

This is a day when everyone will remember much more than the truth of this warning.

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When the blue flash of unregistered transmission crackled in front of the shrine in the Temple of Rectification, Calgar and his warriors immediately (thought they) understood the source of Tigris' panic.

The current situation in Hera Fortress makes it impossible for anyone to use teleportation, unless...

"Enemy attack!"

However, at this moment, the chapter lords in the temple were still full of confidence and anger, vowing to annihilate the villains who dared to try to encroach on the holy land of the Extreme Warriors. They did not think that anyone could defeat the joint efforts of the war masters present in the first wave of attacks.

You see, although they were too late to wake up the Chief Librarian who had just been knocked unconscious by them, in addition to the legendary and heroic Overlord Macragge himself, not only were the two captains Agammann and Galenus present, but even the lord of the sanctuary of the chapter, the nearly 500-year-old priest brother Cassius, was here today to fight with them. Although this holy mentor who once served in the Deathwatch has always been mainly committed to defending against the threat of the Tyranids, he also has rich experience in fighting other evil enemies.

Moreover, the brave Second Captain Cato Sicarius and his soldiers would arrive soon inside the Hera Fortress, and Calgar’s Honor Guard was waiting outside the door. The two leading warriors among them were crossing the threshold of the temple—

——But if there are automatic reaction weapon systems and shields that can identify friend or foe in Macragge orbit and outside Hera Fortress, then how did these enemies find the precise coordinates and transmit them down...? What was the alarm just now...?
Just as this thought was forming in Calga's mind, the smell of ozone began to fade from its highest concentration point, and the bright light formed by the transmission gradually went out.

There were no frantic, inhuman grunts, no inarticulate war cries, no stench of the unliving and the sickening smell of rotting flesh, no blasphemous words in praise of the dark gods, and no sounds of the battlefield they were familiar with - no distinctive crack of grenade launchers, no sound of chainsaws, no hum and glow of power weapons.

Only the Chapter's Chief Pharmacist Helix - who had come to the scene because he was needed to coordinate the precise anesthesia of the Chief Librarian - made a sound of pure surprise at the equipment that was too familiar and not so familiar to him. "Huh?"

Karga frowned and looked over.

Skull mask emblem, yellow and black stripes, gun steel power armor, medical mechanical arm, medical arm armor, syringe, medical drill...

Iron Warrior...Pharmacist?

A person?

Is he the only one?

A pharmacist? Looks like a normal, ordinary person?

Is this some latest conspiracy or trap?

But no matter what, it is definitely the emblem and paint of the traitor legion, plus this is obviously an illegal intrusion...

Calgar raised the weapon in his hand, and the holy mentor who hated evil had already pulled the trigger of "Hellfire" - a master-level precision flamethrower designed by himself - at the figure.

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Honsou, son of an Iron Warrior and Imperial Fist born from the laboratories of Fabius Bile, Warsmith of the once infamous Kalan-Gol, Chief Apothecary of the Primarch of the Ironblood, Master Apothecary of the fake "Silver Skulls" Chapter, Chaos Champion of the latest Skull Harvest Feast of the Blackhearted Lord Luft Huron, and a warrior highly regarded by many evil gods.

Now he was standing in the miraculous hall of the Temple of Rectification. Even he had to admit that the design and construction of this temple, although not as ingenious as the drawings and works of his gene father in some places, had surpassed the realm of mortals. Obviously, this was designed and left by a gene original.

He thought, his eyes cast towards the stasis field mausoleum behind the Ultramarines who were about to attack him.

It should have been designed by my father's younger brother himself...

When his eyes came into contact with the noble, gray face of the Thirteenth Primarch, which was frozen a second before death, his pupils shrank as if they were stung.

……

For a moment, the villain seemed to be captivated by the sacred and noble appearance of the original body, which was still alive even after death, and he actually stopped.

Several officers who were close by heard the intruder utter an unbelievable curse word.

…HORROR OF THE FUCKING EYES! Julius Robert Omar! Do you really look so much like Robert Guilliman himself?! How could it be?! The gene-seed organs implanted in you do not contain a single trace of Ultramarines! I have examined them myself!
No, no, I am definitely not wrong. I didn't have the Ultramarines' gene-seed samples at that time, and the form in which Julius' psychic power manifested was... very similar to the laurel wreath that Robert Guilliman is wearing at this moment... So, all the coincidences that happen in the universe must be inevitable, perhaps just like the Father of Genes also became two... ?
Hong Suo's eyes slowly lit up. If so, this trip was worthwhile!

That's it, then the connection between their similar looks must be my latest research project! Well, it seems that the Luft Huron project will have to be put off for a while.

The traitor pharmacist's eyes were so obsessed and focused on the face of the Primarch sitting on the throne that the Ultramarines were furious at his rudeness. Without hesitation, they raised their weapons and rushed forward, vowing to kill the invading traitor...

Can't get close?!
The flames from Cassius' flamethrower drew complex layers of geometric figures in the air within a radius of thirty-three feet around Hongsuo, which together formed an invisible protective field that no one had ever seen before. This field only revealed a faint platinum pattern to indicate any attack it came into contact with. Unlike the various individual or Titan shields familiar to the Extreme Marines, it could also "resist" melee weapons, similar to the supernatural power shields used by Thousand Sons wizards or powerful psychics.

"Helix, how long will it take to wake up Varo?!" It was useless to regret falling into a trap that might have been set by the enemy and putting the Chief Think Tank into a deep sleep. It would be better to wake him up as soon as possible to fight the enemy.

"Already injecting the neutralizing agent! Give me a few minutes!"

When Calgar frowned and stepped forward to hit or simply touch the strange protection of this evil guest with a power fist covered with blue field, he was not attacked or counterattacked. He stretched out his hand cautiously, and the power he felt was more like a kind of "repulsion", just like the two poles of a magnet, which cannot be seen by the naked eye, but there is indeed a "force" that "repels" all attacks. For defenses like this, you may first try to overload it like breaking the void shield! This mysterious evil pharmacist must have a good support when he came alone, but if it uses a single-soldier reactor as energy, this size has its limit anyway - Calgar glanced at the honor guards who had all entered the temple, and calmly gave an order.

"Honor Guard! Aim at the same point and fire until the shield is destroyed!"

Just as Hong Suo was admiring the perfection of a Primarch sample and was about to move forward, lines of warning messages flashed across his medical goggles, reminding the Master Potion Master that he was under a targeted, multi-directional attack.

And Chaplain Cassius, the oldest warrior present, had his only intact eye burning with an insatiable rage for revenge, and shouted a passionate holy war cry, holding high his arcane scepter carved in the shape of a Tyranid skull, and regardless of his own safety, he tried to stand in front of the mysterious intruder and use his body as a barrier to try to stop his steps towards the throne of Roboute Guilliman's tomb.

Then the wounded veteran watched helplessly as he was "pushed" aside by the protective stance smoothly, as if a spherical bow separated the waves and the objects wrapped in them underwater. He rushed forward eagerly and repeatedly, but could not slow down the opponent's advance at all.

The arcane scepter, power fist and power blade slashed at the defensive position, and the endless layers of platinum mazes dissipated the power of all attacks.

Finally, Hong Suo reached the Stasis Shrine and began to climb the last few steps amidst the roar of grief and anger and the sound of more intense gunfire that dared not be fired in the direction of the shrine. Is there something here? He looked in a certain direction at the bottom of the steps in confusion, but saw nothing. Perhaps it was just an illusion.

Hong Suo retracted his gaze, glanced at the message, and then looked at the stasis mausoleum that was nearby, and began to switch his power armor from "Field Hospital Protection Mode: Extinction Order (Istvaan Type V)" to a special first aid mode. When choosing the main protection target, he chose "Space Marines", and the treatment target was set as "Primarchs". Next, among the few numbers that popped up in the menu of Primarchs, Hong Suo chose the mode with the Roman numeral "ⅩⅢ" without hesitation. By the way, the numbers missing in these menu labels include Ⅱ and ⅩⅠ, as well as numbers such as ⅩⅤ and ⅩⅤⅢ. It is obvious that the manufacturer did not think that he could design first aid scenarios for all Primarchs.

But it didn't matter. He didn't want to delve into it. After all, it was his first time using it. The label contained the number that Hong Suo needed most at the moment, and that was enough.

——Yes, this is the truth behind Hong Suo's many plans before and the biggest confidence and reliance for coming here alone: ​​the legendary medical power armor of this master of medicine was equipped with multiple standard first aid modes by a father who was well versed in the ancient country's true meaning of being prepared for danger in times of peace, including "Clear: Standard first aid mode for specific gene origins".

Obviously, when someone first came here, he was very afraid that the incident at the Temple of Daven would happen to him again, because there was really a label of IV in it, but things went smoothly afterwards and the Potion Master never had the opportunity to use it in actual combat.

Today is the right time to use it.

Amid the howling of grief and anger from Calgar and the other Ultramarines, Honsou placed the teleportation beacon on Robouti Guilliman's body, which was taken over by the emergency stasis field he was carrying, and then activated the teleportation beacon.

Three, two, one.

Huh?
...(chaos swearing) What are Vanus and Grendel doing? ! Why didn't they activate the teleportation? ! The window of opportunity is only one minute away! ! ! !

For the first time, a look of surprise appeared in the eyes of the pharmacist. He hurriedly checked the beacon and all his first aid measures. There was no problem. Could it be that the protective field was opened too high? Affecting the signal? But I have never used this before. Other basic tests were fine, so why did something go wrong here? !
He tried to narrow the scope of the defensive stance, but the side effect was that the Ultramarines rushed forward like crazy -

The flash of light was so intense and unprecedented that even Sicarius's specially made gold-plated anti-glare eyepieces could not see the details behind the light curtain.

Calgar heard the screams of Tigris who was slowly waking up behind him, and at the same time felt a powerful psychic force coming from behind him, shaking his internal organs.

The Chief Think Tank was weak but managed to stand up as soon as he saw the shocking scene in front of him and rushed over.

"Catch my father!" he shouted. "Karga!"

“I can’t see clearly!”

"Grab the Primarch's hand! Seize him! Keep him! Calgar! I will help you!"

In the psychic wave of his old friend that caused the entire Temple of Rectification to tremble, Maneus Calga squinted his eyes hard, blinking away the tears of rationality that flowed from his eyes due to the strong light, and saw that their father's godlike body was decomposing and disappearing bit by bit with the transmission of light.

"No!"

He reached out desperately.

Then, he actually grabbed a hand.

The light of the transmission dissipated.

"This is……?"

The Ultramarines gathered around, still in shock, looking at each other.

A man with the same body shape as them, but with the same face as their Gene-Father, was reclining peacefully on the throne of the Thirteenth Primarch, one hand stretched out, held in the big hand of the Lord of Macragge, the Chief Librarian's psychic sparks surrounded his closed face.

When Calgar looked closely, his gaze tightened: there was an old cut throat scar on the man's neck, and its position was exactly the same as that of the Primarch.

But it is.

Healing.

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All these chaotic scenes and characters fell into the starry eyes of Konrad Curze, who had been standing quietly at the marble steps of Robert Guilliman's stasis mausoleum, watching all this since he walked in.

After silently lending a helping hand to his nephew who was overconfident and nearly got into trouble, he retreated to this position, completely ignoring the dissatisfied cursing of a two-headed birdman in the High Heaven.

The Ultramarines suddenly lost their target and seemed at a loss for a moment. Calga was suppressing his shocked emotions and commanding the chief pharmacist Helix to calm down and carefully examine the "part of the Father of Genes" that they "robbed and tore off".

"How interesting. I can't see his past, nor his future." The former master of Nostramo, the new king of Tessaguassa, said softly, "So... this is the eternal curse that 'you' will bestow on your 'priest', or one of the eternal blessings?"

Curze twisted his pale, slender fingers stained with accounting ink, and sneered at the smaller, peaceful, closed-eye face of one of his least favorite brothers.

(End of this chapter)