Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 528 It is very important to have a good father in this universe
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The smoke from the Ankh Squad's heavy bolter fire cleared.

The two heretics who had just been bombarded by concentrated fire from the Black Templars guarding the ramp under the city wall were still standing intact, pointing blasphemously at Amalek and Mordred on the city wall without even moving.

Seeing this, the marshal reached out and pulled out the long sword that he had previously inserted into the concrete bricks on the top of the city wall.

"Go, Mordred, and do not bring shame upon us!"

Throughout his life as a Black Templar, Mordred never doubted his own power, the sacrifices the God-Emperor had commanded them, or the holiness of Dorne.

Before he rushed down the wall of the Martyrs' Fortress today and charged towards the heretic wizard and his accomplices with the dragon tail banner held high, he had served as the standard-bearer for Marshal Amaritch as the lord of the expeditionary army for nine years. The banner in his hand, woven with metal threads into a soft silk-like material, had also followed their expedition for nine years.

Modred still remembers the enthusiasm and excitement that filled his chest when he saw Amaritch taking over the flag from the Supreme Marshal, and he also remembers the pride and honor he felt when he was chosen as the flag bearer - this flag, this glorious flag awarded to the Crusis Expeditionary Force, is said to have been placed on the God-Emperor's knees for a day and a night.

Thus it carried the blessing of the God-Emperor, so holy, so pure, His invisible light shone on the steel silk, and when the heretic infantry saw the flag fluttering in the wind, they all shrank back and even covered their eyes and wailed.

Mordred held such a sacred banner in his hands, and the God-Emperor was watching him.

He flipped the switch on the chainsword.

He won't fail.

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"Oh, oh. Well...his death was kind of interesting."

"what are you saying?"

Guilliman stood beside Honsou and swung his axe casually. Large amounts of blood of "friendly forces" splashed at his feet and were absorbed by the dark soil and the mud of the city walls. Even though more and more cultists and mutants had long become numb and only wanted to sacrifice themselves for the so-called "faith", they had already begun to stay away from these two plague gods because of the most primitive instincts of living things. Piles of corpses were piled up around them, and blood literally flowed like a river. Most of them were killed in one blow, with their heads and bodies separated.

The blood-red halo that had almost solidified into a solid object began to surround the Thirteenth Primarch, but he was unconscious, and the scarlet blessing was unable to enter the body several times, so it could only surround him as if forming a layer of filthy bloody protective witchcraft for him.

The extremely ecstatic and furious roar of a certain god in the highest heaven could be clearly heard even in high orbit.

Urkanthos, leader of the Hounds of Abaddon and champion of Khorne in the Black Legion, swung his axe and chopped off the arm of the last tall Ogryn among the defenders on the orbital platform, then opened his mouth and bit the thick flesh on the other's neck until the demon's sharp teeth grew from his gums and pierced through the flesh. Ignoring the Ogryn's wailing, the blood in his arteries flowed into Urkanthos' mouth.

Yes, yes, that's it, one bite, warm, salty, sweet, satisfying, blood, fresh blood and killing.

There was something laughing behind him, something drinking blood with him through his mouth.

Yes, yes, that's it, full, juicy, delicious, salty, hot, and fresh.

By the time his men caught up, only the incomplete remains of the defending team of Ogryns were left, and their leader was bathed in blood. The blood of the Ogryns and the Cadian defenders had painted his black and gold power armor scarlet. A long curved horn grew from his forehead, and his back bulged. The bones of one hand turned into five bony claws, which merged and then pierced through his gauntlet. His face began to stretch forward, and long sharp teeth that bit up and down protruded from his deformed skull. A metal helmet that was integrated with bones and blood, and half a bony wing grew from the flesh that arched behind him.

Urkanthos howled to the heavens.

But that's all.

His transformation towards a higher state came to a halt.

The god's gaze shifted away a little. The blessing he received was not enough, not enough for him to complete his ascension. Urkanthos could feel that it was far from enough. Someone, an individual champion warrior, was taking away the blessing of the blood god that was originally bestowed on him.

The leader of the Abaddon hounds opened his mouth in irritation and exhaled a wind full of fishy and sulfurous smells, "I must land at Clough Castle now!"

"No, you must complete your mission. Come back."

Urkanthos tensed his neck muscles at the voice of Abaddon - the Warmaster.

"Why? I will give this planet to you! My Warmaster! Why don't you let me land as the first vanguard?! I will kill them all!"

"No reason, Urkanthos, are you going to disobey my orders?"

"I..." He opened his mouth, but this time there was something else in Abaddon's words. "That's the Black Templars. They only have one company and no champion. Let the Red Corsairs' reinforcements gnaw on this strategically meaningless nail. They are too few in number and don't have much blood and skulls. There are more fresh and delicious prey in the hunting grounds and battlefields that I will assign to you."

As the signal was transmitted from the Blackstone Fortress, a new battlefield map was transmitted in a mysterious way to the helmet that had become one with Urkanthos.

The Khorne Champion stood there for a while, trying to reduce the blood concentration in his mind to a level that could understand the data. The blood color faded a little, and he was panting, with a sense of satisfaction in his voice, "I understand, Warmaster."

In the throne room of the Eternal Will, Mokas blinked and knelt before Abaddon with a guilty look on her face. "I'm sorry, Warmaster. I..."

"It's no use saying sorry now. As the controller of Blackstone Fortress, you should have noticed that they activated the protection and stopped the Eternal Will from charging."

The Shadow Girl felt even more guilty. She bit her black stone teeth implanted in her gums and said, "I will try to recharge again, but it will take more time."

"No need. The next step will be a conventional war. We will start to send ground troops. You just need to do your job well. I don't want anything to go wrong with the fortress next time."

"Yes, I will." She stood up and raised her head. Seeing the tightly furrowed brows on the melancholy and noble face of her beloved warmaster, Mokas felt her heart was broken.

She couldn't help but resent her Blackstone Fortress mother. Why didn't her main gun refuse to add a little more power to break the shield and make her father happy? Perhaps, she should go deeper and use more of the flesh and blood blades of the Supreme Heaven to make the Blackstones inactive. As long as she could kill her mother, she could better control the fortress and please her father.

"Why don't you let Urkanthos land with Mercury? We were originally worried that Urkanthos would be promoted here because of his wanton killings. The last time I observed him, his blood-red blessing was already very strong. If he is promoted in Cadia, the balance of the four gods in the legion will be broken. Mercury is an empty-headed man, and the Blood God will not like such a champion manipulated by a wizard. He can't cause any trouble. It's just right to let his killings take away Urkanthos' blood and skull."

"Do you think so?" Abaddon turned to her. Mokas saw the thoughts around him spinning like planets, spreading out colorful wings with a black base, like the glare of an infinitely blooming flower. "You can't give him such a direct order, Mokas, even if he is a Khorne champion. Urkanthos is indeed very bloodthirsty. You must assume that he can be fully upgraded to a demon prince in Cadia, rather than just thinking of him in the direction you want."

"But if he succeeds in ascending, it will cause a struggle within the Legion to arrange the new position, Warmaster," she said respectfully. "A Daemon Prince will always have more followers."

"That's right, but it doesn't matter. If he wants to give Cadia to me, I will let him do it. After all, Fort Clough itself is one of our main targets. Originally, I only wanted Colom Gate and his army to go to the Paradise in the north to carry out the mission. I was surprised that there was an additional target in Fort Clough itself."

She blinked, not quite understanding. Abaddon's eyes swept across the living map, and goose bumps appeared on the skin formed by black stone and the flesh of the warp. "Here." He pointed to the southern wall of Kraf with the tip of his huge claw and drew a red symbol. "Let Mercurys hold back the Black Templars. This outer fortress they are defending is actually worthless, just like him. I will let Urkanthos land directly here."

Mokas looked at the position and said, "Then... Urkanthos is so brave. Without the obstruction of the Black Templar, there are no other Astartes troops here. He should be able to kill through the first wall in the south quickly."

"That's it."

"Perhaps, by then our main guns will have been recharged," she said carefully. Then she saw the Warmaster smile, the planets surrounding his head like a crown of colorful wings. "I knew you could do it, Mokas. - But what did you say? Shiron told you there were no other Astartes here?"

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"Oh, nothing, your grace. But he charged at us. With his weapon raised."

"Thank you, I have good eyesight in both eyes, Honso."

The bullets are fired before the people arrive.

The Black Templars' standard-bearers' bolters fired accurately, with the mass bullets exploding at a slight distance from the surface of the power armor of the two real and fake Astartes, forming balls of fire. Ammunition of this power was not enough to cause obvious ripples in Honsou's protective force field, so from a distance, these two "heretics" who had stood in front of the Black Templars for a long time and were very provocative were still invulnerable as if they were blessed by the unclean enemy.

"I suggest you take him down in one move, lest he does something disrespectful and it be difficult for you to step down afterwards."

"Are you doubting the strength of a Primarch, Honsou?"

"Not really, sir, but I know that there are differences in the skills of your brothers."

Just as they exchanged a few words, the Black Templar Battle-Brother, who had changed his weapon to a raised chainsword, rushed in front of them. They heard him shouting in a powerful and sincere voice, "I will give your blood to the God-Emperor and Dorn!"

It took Robouti Guilliman an instant to understand the smirk on Honsou's face and the meaning of his proposal.

“So XXXX,” the Primarch muttered in his Macragge accent, a curse word that would have made any Ultramarines Master of Ceremonies scream into unconsciousness or caused Lady Jotun of ten thousand years ago to smack his arm in mild reproach.

Then he stretched out his hand towards the charging Black Templar, as if he wanted to hug this nephew from ten thousand years later.

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This is not reasonable.

This is impossible.

This went completely against any combat rules he knew.

Mordred had served in the Black Templars for many years and was very experienced. He had killed countless heretics, aliens, and wizards since he was a new blood. He knew that the sacred dragon tail flag of the expeditionary army had an unparalleled restraining effect on such blasphemous and filthy guys, so he expected his first attack to be able to -

The Word Bearers heretic with an unclean skull, red armor, and torn scriptures fluttering on his body reached out and grabbed him lightly, then before he could react, he snatched the flag from his hand as easily as taking something from a child.

The sacred dragon tail flag blessed by the Emperor of God had no restraining effect on this heretic. The iron silk at the end of the flag was limply wrapped around the heretic’s arms and came into contact with those unclean scriptures—blasphemy!!!

Mordred's eyes were bloodshot.

All the Black Templar battle-brothers on and below the city walls let out terrible shouts.

He watched the flag move farther and farther away from his gauntlet—one foot, two feet—

He was then thrown into the hands of a sorcerer Astartes heretic wearing a human skin robe.

His whole body was cold, and his blood seemed to be frozen in an instant.

dong dong.

The sound of a heartbeat, or a war drum.

The red light that had been hovering beside Guilliman for a long time seemed to have found a breach in a dam and was roaring and pouring in impatiently.

The next second, Mordred's blood turned from ice to boiling magma.

"How dare you!!! Blasphemy!!!!" The Black Templar's eyes widened, two lines of blood and tears flowed from his cracked eye sockets, he opened his mouth, and used a supernatural explosive power to pull his arm out of the Primarch's hand, the tearing and explosion sounds of servos and ceramic steel were endless, balls of blood exploded from his joints accompanied by the sound of internal explosions, but the Black Templar seemed to be unaware of it, struggling to raise the chainsaw sword full of red light and chop it down at Hong Suo who was watching the show on the side.

"Alas... it's my dear apprentice who has a good father... you must remember to thank him." The master of potions shook his head, "otherwise I will let you die like that and it won't be a problem..."

The chainsaw sword made an angry humming sound, cutting through the ceramic steel of Hongsuo's right arm armor that he raised to block it - but it could not move forward any further. The red light covering its surface initially flowed like blood, but was then "swallowed" by the silver light that flashed through Hongsuo's right hand armor. The remaining red light angrily tried to regroup in the body of the Black Templar. The master of medicine was quick-witted and stretched out a needle from the medical gauntlet on his left hand, aiming at the opponent's neck and filling it with a needle. - This thing failed to drug the Thirteenth Uncle next to him, and if it failed to drug an Astartes who was temporarily possessed...

The Black Templar standard-bearer growled unwillingly, but the soul light in his eyes gradually began to dim, and scarlet blood emerged from his eyes and mouth like flames.

Hong Suo frowned, glanced at the dragon tail flag in his hand, and then covered Modred's forehead with it.

At the same moment, everyone present heard the angry roar of some invisible creature, as if a carnivore had its head poured with hot coals, and then something sticky and bloody temporarily left, and the small sky seemed to clear up.

"Okay, first one."

Hong Suo threw Modred, who was completely unconscious and looked unwilling and painful, to the ground at their feet.

"However, I think we should just stand here, sir. These Black Templars will rush down by themselves, and we can save some trouble by not having to go up. Mortals are easy to deal with. They will retreat by themselves when they see that something is wrong."

"Their main mission is to defend this place. The mission comes first. The defenders can't be so careless..."

Guilliman shut his mouth again, because he saw that these Sons of Dorne were really like crazy. In the equally astonished eyes of the remaining Cadian defenders, they left their defensive positions and charged towards the two of them.

He sighed and decided to put aside the large amount of new curse words in his mind about the people who were responsible for the strange current situation in the world.

"That's it. Can you handle the speed at which you knock them out?"

"Of course, sir, I'm very familiar with it, please rest assured. Just don't chop off their heads when you do it."

The Thirteenth Primarch raised his great axe towards the Black Templars who were rushing towards him like angry magma.

(End of this chapter)