Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 535 The headache afterwards is yours. What does Hong Suo have to do with me, the Chaos Champion?
It begins with Sister Seraphine's ecstatic chant of the dead, her head stuck on a trophy rack.

The Temple of Santa Murica and all units observing from a distance noticed the anomaly here.

A solemn female voice sang with an otherworldly tone, and the chorus of hymns echoed and hovered above the flames, smoke, and fluttering broken flags.

At first there was one voice, then many, and the songs of the dead joined one by one to welcome the miraculous arrival of "her" who was placed with hope.

On the ground, the scattered corpses of the battle sisters that stretched from where Urkanthos landed were now like a path of bright black and red flowers, mixed with the white and khaki uniforms of the young and tender children of the Cadian White Shield Corps. Every dead body began to sing, and every wound bloomed with blood-red roses.

The scent of roses mixed with the smell of blood, gunpowder and the tragic relief of the lambs who had just died, and at such a holy and blissful moment, it madly impacted the olfactory nerves and the rational dam that controlled his anger as Robert Mercury Guilliman stood above the pile of corpses.

A part of Robert Guilliman's thinking body contained in the appearance of "Mercuris" suddenly realized at this moment that perhaps the disguise designed for him by the daring master of alchemy was indeed the Iron Warrior's actual consideration of this crazy purgatory, or perhaps it was just a more clever gift from fate. Keeping this disguise would be beneficial to his next actions, and he should not take it off in advance.

Because if it was Robert Guilliman "himself" who was here at this moment, considering what he represented as an existence under the name "Robert Guilliman" and what this name carried, I am afraid that the Primarch would have to exhaust all his life's patience and self-persuasion to deal with everything he is facing now.

And there is no doubt that if he endures like this now, then, it will be visibly seen that he will begin a long journey of compromise within a long period of time. Although he is not bad at this, doing so will cause immeasurable damage to his spirit. Guilliman only took one hundred millionth of a second to complete the damage assessment.

But now, he was Mercury, a Chaos Warriors champion who strictly speaking was not responsible to any force, a free pirate, driving his star fortress across the sea of ​​stars, he could do whatever he wanted - even if someone wanted to settle accounts with him, didn't he still have Hong Suo?
——Even if it was for a disguised and reasonable reason, the Master of Alchemy had to accept the heavy title of "Controller" of a Primarch. It was a title but also a shackle. Guilliman sneered. How could such a good thing be given for nothing in the world? He got the title of the Controller of a Primarch and thought he could just walk away with it so easily?

Let his good nephew Honso worry about it later, and he, Guilliman, Mercury, now on the battlefield, he only needs to do what he thinks.

So he did it.

In the eyes of other observers, they saw that this great demon who had appropriated and desecrated the appearance of the God-Emperor's creation was not afraid of the miracle that descended in the light. He stood straight, facing the sacred existence that descended directly in front of him and the attacks of the two great nuns without any confusion, as if he was thinking about the actions of the three of them at the same time.

Then he moved.

He first stretched out his hand at a speed that no one could see clearly, and grabbed the blade of Genevieve who was trying to stab the golden blade of the holy power sword into his heart.

Then, under the latter's shocked gaze, he casually grabbed and broke the solid and sacred sword blade with his palm that had neither claws nor deformation, and then grabbed the Sister of the Oath in his hand and threw her at his feet.

Because she was still trying to jump up and attack him with her fists, teeth and anything she could reach despite her shock, he had to step on her so that he could have free hands to deal with the next golden sword that followed - seeing her sister being defeated so easily by the devil and about to be "crushed to death", Sister Eleanor had already let out the most terrifying scream and rushed over with her sword raised.

Eleanor's agility was not as good as her sisters', but she used all her strength and burst out with a terrifying acuity that exceeded her ability, forcing the Primarch to take it seriously for a second to deal with her attack.

But it was only a second.

Even in such grief and anger, Eleanor did not completely lose her natural calm attack: she made a feint, as if to stab the blade into the throat of the Demon Lord, but then twisted her body gracefully in mid-air, and the tip of one foot in the sacred golden armor boot stepped heavily on the surface of the red armor with deadly grace. Then she used the momentum of this move to exert force on her waist again, and used her greatest strength to send the blade to a position slightly to the left between the Demon Lord's ribs before the Demon Lord could retract his arm. She seemed to be successful -

Holy incense, the scent of roses, the sound of a dove's fluttering wings, and a gentle yet unquestionable glow.

A hand wrapped in shining golden armor grabbed Sister Eleanor's blade.

At that moment, the faces of the elder nun and her sister simultaneously revealed devout fascination and fanatical joy: they both recognized who the saint was at that moment, and they both thought that the holy sword touched by the power of the saint would penetrate deeply into the chest of the demon lord with increasingly dazzling golden light, and then this abominable and blasphemous existence would be reduced to ashes under the irrefutable holy power.

——Isn’t that the case?

Eleanor's eyes widened, and Genevieve blinked nervously.

The living saint who miraculously split the clouds and descended here was so noble, holy, powerful and beautiful, but she was now grabbing the blade of Sister Eleanor, and then, inch by inch, she pressed down the weapon, so that the tip of the sword formed a gesture of submission or bowing towards the red demon lord who was standing opposite them with a sneer.

Then she flapped her shining white wings, landed on the ground, and headed towards -

Towards the still sneering demon lord with two horns on his head—

salute.

An unprecedented fear instantly gripped the elder sisters and all the imperial guards present, and the organ in their chests, which had been beating wildly, almost stopped in an instant.

Even the cheering defenders in the temple collapsed. People were at a loss and could only look here anxiously, but they could not hear what was being said in the center of the battlefield.

"Don't point your sword at your master." At this time, a super-heavy vehicle of a model they had never seen before finally stopped from behind, and then two Chaos Astartes jumped out of it, rushing to protect the red Demon Lord from the left and right. Seeing such a dramatic scene, one of the Chaos Warriors wrapped in a hooded cloak couldn't help but comment, with an unstoppable gloating tone, "You are indeed quite polite, and you saved their lives by the way, right? Saint Celestine." The living saint who was called by her name as soon as they met raised her head, her eyes flashing with golden light, staring at a certain half-blood who was hiding his face. Obviously, she also knew his name, "Watch your words, pharmacist. Anyway, I arrived in time according to His orders," she said softly, "Is this how you treat your reinforcements?"

"Him?" the Great Demon in the form of a Chaos Space Marine repeated, "Are you sent by Him?"

"We all know who He is, Your Highness," the living saint replied, and the nuns once again suffered cardiac and respiratory arrest at the name uttered by the living saint.

Guilliman looked down and let Genevieve go. Eleanor immediately rushed over and hugged her sister. They obviously wanted to do something else, but Saint Celestine stopped them with just a gesture.

Seeing this, the Thirteenth Primarch tried his best to hide the fear deep in his amber eyes.

"Even so, you'd better not spread it around. My suggestion is that you'd better call him by another name." The living saint frowned at the Master of Potion's unruly words and deeds in front of a high prince. However, it seemed that a certain Primarch who was qualified to use the Imperial title did not care much or had become accustomed to his nephew's lawlessness.

"You are the reinforcements sent by Him, so will you listen to me or to Him?" If it was the Thirteenth Primarch, he would have put it more sweetly and smoothly, but Chaos Champion Mercury would not do that. He would simply not bother to beat around the bush and throw the question directly into the face of this supernatural creature.

Yes, a supernatural creature. There was no excitement or joy on Guilliman's face tattooed with scriptures. After seeing so many terrible things, this seemingly holy existence that walked on roses but refused to be stained by the blood of tens of millions of corpses who died in praising the name of her master could not make him feel good.

and.

He frowned, staring at the pair of pure white wings that seemed to have "grown" from her shoulder blades instead of being installed extra, and thought of a certain brother of his and the sadness that always quietly floated across his beautiful brows, as well as his final ending. His wise mind associated the various possibilities and meanings in it, and he felt a secret discomfort again.
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The master of pharmacy had no scruples. Ever since he arrived, he had been staring at the living saint's body without blinking. The medical eyepiece rotated and retracted, measuring her thoroughly in an instant. However, when the eyepiece made a preliminary analysis and told him some of her life essence and working methods, Hong Suo's interest in her was obviously reduced.

Danteok's audio receiver turned and heard his young and energetic junior, who was 380 years old, muttering, "...It's boring to do limited witchcraft. We still need to focus on a verifiable, reproducible and mass-produced practical research..."

"I am here on orders, of course, to assist you in achieving victory here." Saint Celestine answered calmly, but still cleverly avoided the straightforward question. Unfortunately, the reaction she encountered was not that of any empire or enemy she would normally encounter when she descended.

"Who do you listen to?" The figures surrounded by platinum, gold, red and black asked her a threatening question in her spiritual vision.

"...Here, of course I will obey you, sir." She finally compromised. After all, they were both his tools, but he was older and more powerful, so it was not unacceptable to obey the orders of this sir. It was just his appearance...

"Are you still going to act with them now?" The Living Saint signaled with his eyes the two Space Marines beside the Thirteenth Primarch who looked suspicious and not Imperial at all. "The reinforcements I brought will arrive soon, and I came here ahead of time after receiving the urging of my master."

"I feel more comfortable with them," Mercury replied curtly, then narrowed his eyes, "Reinforcements? How many men did you bring? How many ships? Damn, Abaddon destroyed a large portion of Cadia's naval fleet before he arrived, and now orbit is full of Black Legion ships!"

"You will see soon. The next jump of the Phalanx will bring other ships and reinforcements here."

Guilliman, Honsou, and Dantioch all had different expressions when they heard the news.

Obviously, the three currently have different understandings of the arrival of this fortress and what it represents.

The sound of artillery fire from farther away broke the silence.

"Eleanor." The elder sister looked up.

"Genevieve." The shocked elder sister looked at her.

"You two must come with me," Saint Celestine said. She looked up at the sky, seeming anxious. "You two are here for a reason. You are to be my right-hand men and help me gather the army. We still have a lot of things to do."

She glanced at Mercury, who was folding his arms, and said, "If you still want to save this place,... sir, you must act immediately. I feel that four dark forces and greater ambitions are gathering here, and they will completely ignite this place."

"Wait a minute!" Genevieve came to her senses and mustered up the courage to ask a question before Eleanor could stop her, "Are you... really a living saint?" Her suspicious eyes moved back and forth between Saint Celestine and the Demon Lord, "I mean... you... but he... this..."

"This is the will of the golden man on the throne." Saint Celestine had a noble temperament and she restored her pious and chaste face. "Why don't you ask your own heart? Sisters of Cardia, if you still don't want to believe it, then," she turned to Sister Eleanor who was also listening and thinking carefully, "Sister Eleanor of the Temple of Saint Morica, do you remember why you built this temple here and stayed here permanently?"

"Of course, that's because once we had a ship carrying five companies of nuns who came to support us and disappeared on the way here. We think that was because they were arrogant and thought they could save an extra world, so they built the temple here as atonement..." Eleanor was familiar with the history of the temple like the lines on her palm. She stopped talking here, her expression gradually becoming extremely happy and complicated, "...You...you can't be saying..."

Saint Celestine nodded.

"They are indeed destined to save a world, but not at that time. Praise the miracles of His name, my sisters, for I have brought them with me on this occasion as well."

(End of this chapter)