Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 520 For Whom the Bell Tolls (5K1)
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Which part of the human body contains the most iron?
is blood.

Without iron, blood would not have that special red color.

Without iron, the blood cannot function.

Without calcium, there would be no bones to support the body, and without iron, there would be no hemoglobin to transport vital oxygen.

The Lord of Steel sat in his seat, his handsome and tall nose covered with fine white fuzz.

The longer and softer hair on the cheek edges, together with the cashmere-like hair at the ear roots, perfectly balance the narrowness of the nose bridge, making this face full of ancient, mysterious wisdom and majesty.

He was already quite old, with the black hair on his face mixed with some white hair like tree rings. His eyelashes had turned pure white and now cast a small, fine shadow above his dark brown almond eyes.

But his pupils and eyes are still so sharp and clear, and every time people see them, they will feel that the world is so clear and beautiful. If someone tells him that nothing in the world is perfect, then he will tell the other person that this is perfection. ——This is the perspective of the soul that lives in the body of the Lord of Steel himself, a Seres Border Collie owner who is extremely unreasonable in this matter.

Whether Perturabo BC knew this or not, it was clear that his current appearance had a certain ability to influence the soul within his body.

Because anyone who was watching him with rapt attention couldn't help but notice that his brows were furrowed, his long beard was waving, his pupils were constricted, and he was staring at the thing he was fiddling with.

Following Perturabo BC's gaze, the person sitting opposite him shifted his gaze to the object that the dog's paw was fiddling with.

Ramizhane Kalosini had actually seen this exquisite and gorgeous miniature work more than once.

Before he came to this universe where he had finally upgraded from "Superb in the Conferred God List! This is the complete cesspool at the top of the Conferred God List!" to "I've finally cleared a small space at the door to sit down and start cleaning the house", he had also heard a little about the "great" deeds of the more original object that this work imitated.

Moreover, he had recently happened to find the supplementary records of this world regarding the holy bell in the Iron Blood's great library, and he read them with great fascination. He could not help laughing when he saw the fanatical description in the religious text at the end: "This is the holy bell that ascended to heaven on its own in order to avoid falling into the hands of evil chaos."

——It is true that the bell did not fall into the hands of Chaos in the end, but does it count as ascending to heaven if it is in a museum on the world of the Solemnus Tomb? Should it actually be missing for no reason to the Empire's investigators? You see, when faith has become something that has penetrated into the blood and bones, no matter how unreasonable something is, people will always think of attaching miracles to it first.

Although he didn't know the exact details, it seemed that the bell of Saint Ishtar struck thirteen times, indicating the final battle of Cadia or the opening of the Great Rift? Anyway, when it was done, it was said that it blew up an entire hall of Trazyn's museum or something? It seemed to have caused various strange phenomena in many imperial worlds, including Cadia? Was it true? But since he hadn't actually read the book The Fall of Cadia in order before coming here, he didn't know whether this bell, made of iron refined from Saint Ishtar's coagulated blood, would be the same as the few events he knew after he came here...

"clang!"

The first time.

The giant with ice-blue eyes subconsciously shuddered all over because of the sudden, deep, and close bell sound.

The border collie stared coldly, almost indifferently, at this miniature upgraded version of the Saint Ishtar Bell.

The second hand on its dial still didn't move, but the pendulum underneath it began to swing.

"Is this... is it ringing?"

Ramizarn sat up straight and turned to look, but everything in the expanded Court of the Dead Square was as peaceful as before.

The endless stream of pilgrims still devoutly hold candles or burn incense in their hands, and slowly form into a long queue of pilgrims under the supervision and command of "security guards" who are much taller and stronger than them. The shining neon signs above their heads illuminate people's peaceful faces with a rare glimmer of hope.

Everything was normal in the "Delicious and Nutritious" restaurant where they were, and the guests were dining quietly and cherishingly - almost, with only a few guests and some Astartes waiters looking up at their boxes in surprise and alertness. There seemed to be a noise deep in the kitchen.

"Didn't they hear...? Such a loud bell..."

The Primarch of Borderland didn't answer his question immediately, which was rare. He just continued to stare at the clock, especially the extra hands on its face.

Today, those pointers remain rock solid.

Then, the pendulum swung violently, and it struck a second time by itself. The resonating sound waves were transmitted to far away and even farther away through the waves of the highest sky that could not be described in words, and the tide of birth spread to both sides of time and space.

"clang!"

The second time.

The vast majority of people within Ramizane's sight remained unresponsive.

But his emergency communicator went off.

He glanced down: This was the Iron Blood - to be precise, a communication request from Magnar Dorn.

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"clang!"

The third time.

The fisherman who sat on the coast of Magna City, the capital of Macragge, fishing to avoid the matchmaker and pass the time has disappeared.

All that was left was the fishing rod and the gorgeous words that its owner had just written on the beach with his fingertips.

If someone were here, they would find that this was not Low Gothic or High Gothic, but a language from a lost planet that had been lost in the empire for a long time. The white waves roared, rushing onto the golden beach with foam, and swept the sonnet prophecy written in Nostramo into the depths of the blue sea.

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"clang!"

Fourth time.

In front of the shrine in the Olympia Military Academy, Soltarn has gathered his trusted Iron Warriors.

But there were still a few people missing among them, which made the Ruler of the Earth look a little worried.

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"clang!"

The fifth time.

The Ultramarines had been secretly recalled to the fortress for a gathering. The fleet was hovering in the sky. Senior officers, led by First Captain Agammann, were waiting outside the Primarch's room. Only Maneus Calga and Varo Tigris were allowed to enter the room to participate in the closed-door meeting.

What they didn't expect was that they would see someone in such an occasion.

A mortal.

The chief think tank clenched his hands the moment he saw the uninvited guest.

No, that's not right. It's not Him, not the monster we saw that day. This is a mortal youth, just a little thin and pale, but the two Ultramarines saw the power hidden under his toga.

He glanced at the other person again. His long black hair was neatly combed but casually tied behind his head with a red ribbon. His equally black eyes seemed to look at the think tank director with a little smile - the sunlight outside the window shone through the armored glass onto half of the young man's face, making his originally bottomless pupils refract a glass-like halo.

"Why are you so surprised? I think you two know each other. There's no need for me to introduce you further."

Julius, the saint of their father, said this while sitting behind a desk covered with documents.

After experiencing Lord Julius's meticulous arrangements and extraordinary plans for government, military, and even religious and people's livelihood, the two Ultramarines have confirmed that this saint must be the comfort and guidance left by their missing father to the Ultramarines - who else but a Primarch can achieve such a miraculous level on his own? This ability to calculate and think has surpassed any powerful thinker they know - and even the surging aura, which is now condensed on the newly created crown, and only the most brilliant psionic masters may be able to glimpse a hint of the cleverly hidden power from it.

"Yes, sir." Calgar noticed Tigris's coming back to his senses, and he clenched his fists on his breastplate and saluted. At the same time, he nodded slightly and restrainedly and politely to the mortal who was sitting in his seat without getting up. "Kant Craji, the newest honorary citizen of Macragge, I heard about your good deeds from Agman. On my behalf, I would like to thank you again for your contribution to our logistics."

"Ah." The young man whose name was mentioned grinned, revealing his teeth. For a moment, it seemed as if an ancient giant shark had revealed its sharp teeth, but upon closer inspection, it was just a row of neatly brushed white teeth that were very shiny. "You are too polite." He smiled again, "Please take care of our business in the future."

His relaxed and even rude attitude in front of the Primarch Saint, but being treated quite equally and tolerantly by the Saint, made the two leaders of the Ultramarines look at each other.

"My Lord." Tigris asked softly, "Who is this...?"

"Oh." The man with the same face and scars as their genetic father smiled, "This... you can just treat him as a guest with a similar situation to me."

The two Astartes officers' eyes widened simultaneously.

Almost the same situation?
But Lord Julius is a fragment of the Primarch—

Another Saint of the Primarch?
another?
Is the revival of the Empire about to come? ! Will they be lucky enough to welcome the return of the second Primarch after the Gene-Father? !
"No, he doesn't intend to reveal his identity now. This will have to happen after 'I' am officially recognized by the Empire and return."

Julius said calmly, adding a little psychic skill to his voice, "If Cratch is not exposed now, it will be a surprise weapon in the war we are going to deal with next. Maneus, Varro, I hope you will keep this precious secret and keep it only in this room."

The two Extreme Warriors were soothed by his voice as cold as a mountain spring, and their originally rapid breathing calmed down.

"As you wish, my Lord."

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"Dang!" The sixth time.

Malcador, who was currently exchanging witticisms with Eldrad Uslan with a forced smile, paused his verbal blade and tightened his lips.

The Supreme Prophet of Usvi also slowly frowned at this cunning mortal.

"Did you feel it, too?" The prophet's slender eyes stared at the old human's face, "It sounded on time, but... it sounded...?"

"It's brighter and more...harmonious, isn't it?"

The old man also frowned. Why did the sound of the holy bell sound more harmonious and louder than expected, but he had a very subtle premonition in his heart?

After the two old foxes hurriedly said goodbye, they immediately began to divine. One took out a set of tarot cards and the other took out a spirit stone rune.

The results showed that they were able to "reach their destination normally and smoothly and complete the task assigned to them by fate."

This seems to be fine, right? Where could the problem be?

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"clang!"

Seventh down.

The machine soul of the Mountain Array let out a series of low roars. It became restless and ready to go.

The technical sergeants and mechanical priests ran around in panic, wondering why this ancient sacred fortress was suddenly so agitated.

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"clang!"

Eighth down.

The Daughter of Shadows, who was holding a meeting with the Death Army, stood up suddenly amid everyone's puzzled and surprised gazes.

The Curtain Walkers of Midnight Mourning sneak silently behind the curtain.

However, there was one member missing from this drama, who was not very important but whose disappearance was of great concern to Ivrenee and other Eldars: the Phoenix Lord Jan Zar of the Howling Banshee Shrine.

Her whereabouts have been vague since her last departure, but countless divinations and dramas have shown that she is still alive and not too hurt, but unable to return to them.

However, if they wanted to delve deeper, even the great ancestors within the Crystal Temple circuit would express strong resistance and refuse to let them peek into the backstage contents of this part of the Theater of Destiny.

The clown who was sent out disappeared without a trace.

But just when the bell rang, it seemed that the guards guarding Jan Zar were distracted by the bell. All the elves present who were related to the fate of the Phoenix Lord, especially those who had learned the way of the Howling Banshee, felt the heartfelt scream of the Banshee Lord's soul that was almost unable to cry.

"Run away!!!"

Run away quickly?
What does it mean?
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"clang!"

Ninth.

Belisarius Cawl roared at the Eldar Veilwalker behind him, "This is the world that Abaddon visited during his Sixth Dark Crusade! I don't understand why you asked me to come here! There is nothing here! Except for these undecipherable black stone building ruins! We should hurry back and reunite with the main force as soon as possible!"

"Don't worry about your worries. Dig down, dig down, and pearls will always be strung into a necklace." The clown, floating in the air, sang with her soft limbs making strange movements with another kind of beauty. Her mask was smooth and empty. "The door of the webway is open for you. The bell has rung, the bell has rung, and it is about to be born, flowing from the former birth canal."

"Oh, Om Messiah's gas welder! What the hell is that?!"

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"clang!"

The tenth time.

In all the temples and monasteries on Cadia, those who had held out for so long and had not let the buildings they were guarding be breached by the enemy's army: the guards who came to support, the warriors of the Cadian Regiment, the nuns of the Sisters, the Astartes of the Black Templars, all those who carried holy objects that could produce sound, resonated with the sound of the bell. Some people noticed it and began to verify it with joy, while some, such as Marshal Amaritch, were leading his sword brothers to launch a more determined charge towards the retreating enemy.

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"clang!"

Eleventh.

Captain Hannah Keztrar was pulling the nose of her Avenger up from the clouds.

Although there were some protective measures that were better than nothing, the gravity acceleration that a mortal body had to endure still made her eyes go dark.

But she was a skilled pilot and had an excellent weapons operator to work with.

They were on their way to another perfect wreck.

"It looks like that." She heard her weapons operator, Ravus, say in a slightly odd tone as she stepped back on the throttle to bring her beloved Dead Eye back to level. "The enemy is starting to retreat. But did you hear anything?"

"What?" She hesitated. She thought it was just a temporary problem caused by the blood rushing to her brain, but did Lavs hear it too? "The bell?"

"Yes, that's strange, maybe it's channel interference."

"Be careful of enemy attacks."

"I'll check."

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"clang!"

Twelfth.

The blast-proof door that his adjutant walked into and closed was thick and strong enough to block out the noise of the victory party that was beginning outside and the calls for the search for Castle Lord Creed to come out and give a victory speech.

"Are they still partying?" he asked without looking up.

"Yes," replied Creed's flag bearer, Garlan Kell, who also smelled of alcohol from walking through the party.

"Tomorrow's reveille cannot be postponed... but forget about it tonight. A proper release of emotions is good for morale." Creed, the commander of the 8th Cadia Regiment and the great castle lord appointed in a critical moment, frowned and looked sharply at the documents and maps in front of him. "This matter is not over yet. Absolutely."

He took one last, deep drag and pressed the spent cigar into an ashtray made of an Earthshaker shell, which he placed on the unfolded new material along with the empty Amasek glass.

"Perhaps Admiral Quarren's fleet has only temporarily lost contact. After all, the message we intercepted said that Abaddon died in the civil war in the Eye of Terror."

"Hmph." Creed frowned. "I don't think that's wrong. The attack, indeed, lasted long enough, but something is wrong. Where is their heavy equipment? Where are the elite terminators? Where is the Black Legion? I don't see it! Garland! I don't see it! Ordinary cultists, traitor guards, and Chaos Astartes are not enough! They must have a commander! This commander has an elite army at his command!"

He returned to the map. "But no one can tell me now... They are all celebrating their victory! Tsk! God damn throne! Where is Abaddon?!"

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"clang!"

Thirteenth.

It's like production.

She thought as she watched the scene.

It is the real universe that tears itself apart, letting matter scatter like blood, and then "produces" them from the subspace.

Dravula Mokas watched all this from the Blackstone Fortress.

As the wound of reality continues to expand.

The huge fortress carrying the Chaos Warmaster and his elite troops completely jumped into the real universe.

(End of this chapter)