Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 540: I see Guilliman, he does not look like a human being - take the command -
Just as Hannah told the Astartes the route, she still accurately judged her hometown that she had left many years ago, except that there was no one here -

"Where have all the people gone?" A cold wind wrapped in paper scraps and debris blew past the captain's eyes. She blinked hard, holding Lavs' hand.

They were sitting on the turrets of the Iron Wolves, looking at the messy and deserted slums - because the Lander that had just been converted into an operating room was an exception that Hong Suo drove for them, but once mortals recovered, they could no longer enter the vehicles of the Astartes. But Hannah didn't care about such trivial matters. She now knew that she had made the right choice, and her trust, hope and prayers were not in vain.

God Emperor! Your miracle is above! Rafus was healed by the most exquisite surgical instruments and operations she had ever seen. Except for his pale face due to blood loss and the fact that the outside of his skull was repaired with alloy steel, which made it a little conspicuous, he was fine. The master even implanted some brain tissue for him. "The damage mainly occurred in the front and side brain areas, with a little memory loss, but it's not a big problem." Now they were sitting together, holding hands.

His fingers were as warm as his palms, with the temperature of a living person.

She had not made a mistake, they were loyal, and they were meant to bring miracles to Cardia.

"The people here should all be begging for refuge in the city." Hannah's eyes swept across the large and small bags of luggage thrown on the roadside, on which there were many reddish-brown to black fibers - no, they were hair. She realized that in order to enter the city, the people here gave up all their personal belongings, including hair and clothes.

Now she could only pray for them, but she was not as sad or determined as she had imagined.

Because she knew that she herself had witnessed the agent of miracles.

Hannah's eyes swept past the kite flying above a small building, and looked up at the universe above her head - in front of the never-closing evil eye, in addition to the abominable huge eight-pointed star, countless new flames of hope had already shone.

She pursed her lips: We were in a hurry when evacuating so we forgot to bring the film. That's normal, isn't it?

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Later, in a private room in the temporary underground headquarters at Castle Clough, Ursaka E. Creed received the happiest wave of visitors he had received since the war began - was it?

"Perhaps we shouldn't place all our trust in this living saint. - Do you think she will ever make a mistake?" When saying this, Saint Celestine was definitely not with Creed. This living saint came to inform Creed of the arrival of their reinforcements and who would appear with whom, and then turned around to do what she was supposed to do. Her glorious figure now appeared on top of each city wall with the two elder nuns, inspiring the defenders, hacking and killing the demons that rushed to the top of the city, and at the same time guiding the friendly troops returning from afar.

Creed muttered the smallest word to himself as he looked at the Astartes monks who strode in from the hidden entrance. Their physiques were far superior to those of mortals and their armor was of different colors. Especially the red-armored champion next to the white-armored pharmacist whose skull did not look like a human. Sergeant Kyle secretly tugged at his coat.

Many soldiers stared at Mercury with red eyes of hatred as the tall and majestic procession passed by, while more Kashejin (the name of Cadia's elite special forces) guards quietly placed their fingers on the trigger. As for the Skitarii of the Sage of Klan, they remained the same, with a large number of modified goggles, masks and respirators making it difficult for others to detect their emotions.

"Well, well, let's see. I hope our God-Emperor, who has been sitting there for ten thousand years without moving, can really bless us this time."

Creed, who was privately and contemptuously called "the military upstart" by many staff officers and senior officers, reached out to take off the cigar that was flattened at the corner of his mouth, straightened his collar, rubbed the muscles on his face that had been stiff for a long time, and greeted them with an expression that looked slightly more like a welcoming smile.

But something unexpected happened to the Lord of the High Castle and his lieutenant.

The Emperor's angel who first walked towards the commander-in-chief and seemed to be the leader was neither the Wolf Lord Owen Gogan, who they thought was the most likely, nor Marshal Amaritch, but the white-armored Astartes walking in the center of the team.

However, if Creed's twenty years of combat career had not deceived him or his memory had suddenly failed, he remembered that the red spiral symbol on the shoulder of the white-armored Astartes and his special armor indicated that he was an apothecary of the Order of Astartes - almost a military doctor for mortal armies.

Although Creed himself respected his doctor (even though his personal physician had some complaints about this), there was always an invisible gap between technical officers and combat officers that was difficult to cross, at least in the mortal army. Creed couldn't help but think that the Astartes, which was also a military organization, would not be completely immune to such subtleties - when did military doctors become leaders in the Astartes?
What was his name? Oh yes, Saint Celestine mentioned it. Since Marshal Amaritch and Wolf Lord Gao Gang are both here, this can only be "Master Hongsuo of the Silver Skull Regiment."

Although they were full of doubts, they came anyway.

We can't just leave the hand of this crucial reinforcement hanging in the air.

As Kyle knew, Ursaka E. Creed only showed others his rough, bold and fun-loving side, but he was actually thoughtful and passionate, and would never do anything diplomatic that would leave others out in the cold. So he followed his example and stretched out his hand (by the way, which order's meeting custom is this?), and shook hands with the big hand covered with white gauntlet.

"Although the situation is not optimistic, I am here to welcome you on behalf of the Cadians and myself. Master Hongsuo of the Silver Skull and Saint Celestine have brought us news of reinforcements. As you can see, I am doing my best to have people release this news and try to gather our troops scattered in other areas."

The pharmacist nodded, but said nothing. The other Astartes were also as quiet as chickens, even the Space Wolves, who were the most lively and noisy in Creed's impression. Oh, not entirely, one of Owen Gorgon's eyes was still twitching as if he was winking at him. Creed cleared his throat and was about to continue to give him a brief introduction to their entire war zone. The red-armored giant standing next to Honso spoke. His voice was not the weird or uncoordinated harshness that Creed had heard when fighting against aliens or demons before, but it was as beautiful as chanting hymns in the ears of mortals. Creed instantly remembered a broken crystal multi-pipe organ he had seen before. This masterpiece was seen when they passed by a cathedral destroyed by demons. At that time, he still had a little regret that he could not hear the music played by this masterpiece, but now he heard it - no!
The castle lord tilted his resolute and broad forehead back, drew out his beloved pistol, and looked at them warily.

From the other side of the room, Inquisitor Talia Davona, who could no longer hold back, rushed over, waving her plasma pistol. "What is going on? Master Honso? Marshal Amaritch? Lord Gaogang Wolf! I need an explanation! Why did you let this corrupted one speak for you?! He no longer looks human! How can he speak the voice of the devil here?! If you still consider yourselves loyal warriors of the Emperor, you should execute him on the spot!"

She shouted sternly, "Just seeing his face is enough to corrupt a person! Creed! Remember the promise you made to me!"

She was about to say something, but the red-armored demon warrior raised his eyes and looked at her deeply with his amber eyes.

An unprecedented fear rose from the soles of the Inquisitor's feet like a chill.

She frowned, resisting the extreme uneasiness and fear in her heart, and raised her sacred Inquisitor's Rose towards the filthy and unclean existence, "In the name of the Inquisition, I sentence this heretic whose skull is contaminated by the devil, and demand that all here-"

"Rose knot number 0064/S2." At this time, the master of potions, who had been silent all the time, spoke. Talia stared at him in shock. "What are you talking about? You are traveling with the devil--"

"Well, traveling with demons is part of the work of the Order of the Holy Hammer. I think some of them will arrive soon. Then you can discuss this issue with your colleagues. But you have heard me. What is your rose knot number? Inquisitor Talia Davona of the Order of the Heretic!"

"I - my rosette number is 9588/D7, but you are an Astartes! There is no precedent for an Astartes to become a mortal Inquisitor! And I am the Cadian Envoy of the Inquisition! According to a mandate dating back to 897.M41, the Cadian War Zone Inquisition is under my jurisdiction, and I can exercise the highest authority granted to me by the Imperium here -"

"Indeed, but the Inquisitor of Rose Knot No. 0064/S2 is my master." The Astartes pharmacist did not hesitate to wield the terrible words here, and the facial expressions of the people around him were brilliant at this moment.

Lord Robert Mercury Guilliman's face showed no surprise at all, and he revealed an expression of "Sure enough, this nephew can always take out some useful things from places I least expect to solve the problem for me so that I don't go on a killing spree. This dream really makes sense"; Marshal Amaritch and his entourage all had pious and peaceful expressions, as if they were in the chapter's temple of prayer rather than the headquarters; Wolf Lord Owen Gorgon already had an expression of "Fuck Fenris's Kraken, did I poke some ice troll nest? I really shouldn't have agreed to him. How many big bombs and big ghosts does this kid have hidden"; and Creed, Kyle and the mortal officers who were closer had shock and more confusion on their faces, except that the back of Creed's shirt under his coat was quietly soaked with cold sweat. Obviously, the High Castle Lord, who had actually read the briefings he had to read after taking office, was now in a very intense state of mind.

"You are actually... the Inquisitor's throne agent?" Inquisitor Davona's face was filled with shock and suspicion. "How could there be such a coincidence? No, it should be said that there is no way that someone with this number is still alive and using it——"

"Isn't the first thing you learn when you join the Inquisition that anything is possible? No, I'm certainly not an agent of his throne."

Talia looked relieved and was about to gather herself together to fight for some of her say, but then the potion master broke her fantasy after a mischievous pause.

"I'm his envoy investigator, and the authority I've been given allows me to declare that I will exercise the same authority that the Inquisitor I serve can exercise over the members of the Inquisition in the star region I arrive at." Hong Suo grinned and took out a document with a faint scent of narcissus and gardenia tea. The paper of the document even looked new, with a gold and silver Inquisition symbol rolled up in the center. The pattern superimposed on it made Talia Davona freeze in place after just one look - it was not the usual pattern of a skull or holy grail, but a patterned eye looking upwards.

"Although it has been so long, your rose knot should be able to accept my seal immediately." Honso held the rose knot in her palm and shook it at her before putting the document and seal away again. "Any questions, Inquisitor? My first order as an envoy investigator is to remove your authority as Cadian envoy from your commission in 897.M41. I will take over your judicial discretion for any actions you take in the Cadian theater."

Creed and Kyle both began to breathe deeply at the same time - only then did they realize that they had been holding their breath for a long time.

Hong Suo turned to the High Castle Lord and his lieutenant with a polite smile, "I'm glad she's no longer a problem for you, right? Then it's your turn, and you'd better accept the fact."

The Cadian's purple eyes were fixed on the Master of the Apothecary.

"The overall planning and dispatch of our campaign will be entirely handed over to him." Honso politely made way for Mercury, who was striding forward. Creed's face changed. He was about to loudly refute this ridiculous request. Is this any better than Talia's extermination order?

But the latter had already walked in front of them, his majestic amber eyes looking down at the Supreme Castle Lord and the standard-bearing officer, and at the same time, he had a glow like a living saint - no, it was brighter and silverier, with a bright and beautiful fiery red at the bottom. Surrounding his head was a crown of constantly leaping and changing wavy curves - when they came to their senses, they found themselves dazzled and had already handed over the command code, and this mysterious suspected heretic had strode to the mobile sand table, and in just a few seconds he clearly delineated the chaotic situation and the enemy and our forces.

Even if Creed came himself, he could not do better. The Supreme Lord's mind was spinning like a storm, analyzing and examining his own will at the same time. Then he could not help but start to join in this super-fast war action arrangement.

Hong Suo smiled behind their backs.

Finally, I found the materials to make the "P" potion and injected it into the Thirteenth Prototype sample. Judging from the results so far, it is very effective. The treatment code for him is really interesting...

(End of this chapter)