Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 544: A Gathering of Heroes from a Distance
"It's incredible." The matriarch of the Raven Knight Family, Baroness Vadus Raven, appeared again at the conference table of the headquarters. This brave and strong baroness still had blood-soaked gauze wrapped around her head, her voice was hoarse, and her lips were chapped, but her spirit seemed to be the most uplifting since the siege began.

"I never thought I would see the Astartes relying on their own Terminator tactical team to defeat Titans alone! And they seem to be skilled and efficient. After Lord Lysander led them to the ground, they destroyed four of the most ferocious large Titans in the Vulcan Legion in one go, including two Warlord-class Titans. Not only did they rescue our pinned left wing, but they also immediately greatly reduced the pressure on the eastern wall. Now the good boys and girls in my family's knights can cooperate with them to fight more calmly."

"Because this is not the first time that Lysander's Titanhammer formation has done this. Part of their training includes special attack tactics against Titans, especially large Titans. - Well, these Titanhammer formations of the First Company have already destroyed eleven Chaos Titans before, and this time, considering the huge investment made by the Vulcan Legion here, I think it may be the most grand Titan hunt." The person who spoke chuckled, "Now we can decorate the walls of the entire Road of Honor on the Phalanx with Titan heads! Sounds exciting!"

The baroness turned her gaze towards the liaison envoy beside her with a puzzled look, and Sergeant Kyle could almost read a few lines on her face: How come there is such a person in the Imperial Fists... "Not very Imperial Fists, no, not even very Astartes member?" - In fact, this was also Kyle's own doubt, but now was not the time to pursue it further.

They turned their attention to the liaison envoy who was dropped into Fort Krave with his troops in drop pods and vehicles while Acting Chapter Master Lysander was deploying their rapid strike force. He introduced himself with a very strange name, Shanto - that's what he said - this Astartes Brother really made others feel warm, always smiling, humane, and easy to communicate with (in sharp contrast to Captain Krahl of the Dark Angels and the two Wolf Lords). People often felt that they were facing an enlightened Imperial aristocratic bureaucrat rather than a Space Marine. It is understandable why he was assigned to be in charge of the liaison mission.

In fact, Thor Galadon's uneasy premonition did not deceive him, but this loyal, reliable and honest captain of the third company did not yet really know how many new tricks of exploiting loopholes that Danat Lysander, who he once thought was stubborn and valued honor above all else, had learned from their genetic father - stones can remain hard and be granite or diamonds, but they can also be pebbles and mutton-fat jade polished smooth by water.

For example, Lysander did have the Iron Warriors' power armor and weapons and equipment returned before the war, but he didn't tell Galadon. He also asked the Mountain Array's mechanical servants to change their paint color - after all, the Mountain Array was so large, it would be easy to find an empty hall, paint the color, and go into battle directly. Moreover, Shantuo still had all of Lysander's identification codes and permissions.

So now everyone in the Kraveburg headquarters thought that they were receiving support from the Imperial Fists delivered by the Phalanx. It must be said that this did save a lot of trouble.

What no one knew was that the warsmith, who had used sweet words and promises to trick the famous Chaos Daemon Be'lakor Undivided into navigating for him and bringing him and his men to the Phalanx, interrupting Lysander's relatively simple inauguration ceremony, then betrayed his teammates on the spot, and then sang praises for the Saint on Terra in front of a group of stunned Imperial bureaucrats with their guns drawn, could also make Lysander relatively at ease here.

The reasons for this are even twofold.

First, during the exciting ceremony that day, Shangtuo sang a hymn. I don't know if his singing pleased someone or what, but in front of the most reliable, loyal and undoubtedly pure senior officials and representatives, he sang a scene that looked very likely to be the manifestation of the Holy Spirit of the Divine Emperor. Now, whether to kill this Chaos Lord who turned against the enemy in the battlefront became an issue of resolute struggle that had to be raised between the State Religion, the Sisters and other high lords.

Finally, with all parties deadlocked, the Warsmith, who shared the same(?) dark secret and the same heart as the nominal Supreme Lord of the Mountain, declared that he had decided to repent for his previous deeds, and the Imperial Fists, as the most staunch(?) opponent and hostile to the Iron Warriors, naturally took over the task of "guarding" the captive Shantor and his men.

You see, everything is just as some warsmith had planned for his reunion with Lysander and then his return to the Iron Blood. So perfect and surprising, isn't it?

As for the second reason, it was very simple and plain: Shantuo told Lysander what was installed in the power armor he received as a gift from Perturabo, the great father of genes.

This is the key to Lysander's peace of mind. With a mobile armory-like Shantau behind him to take care of the safety of the headquarters, Lysander only needs to do what he does best: I will kill you all! Let my Terminators hammer you all with thunder hammers until your meat is tender! Then use vortex grenades to blow you all into the void!

Vulcan Titan Legion, right? The largest Chaos Titan Legion, right? Today, I will make sure you never return! I will let you traitors have a taste of the true iron fist!
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Of course, in the eyes of some people who know Shangtuo inside and out.

The first second he walked into this command room wearing the colors of the Imperial Fists.

Alchemist Hong Suo, former war blacksmith, felt that the world might really be doomed today.

Mainly, [some vulgar trench swear words], Shangtuo, who always polished his boots and power armor to a sparkling finish and decorated them with jewels, is now wearing a plain and simple set of Imperial Fists yellow power armor. Oh, Lord of Iron, he doesn't even have the smell of cologne that always makes him walk with the wind!

Wait, this is so unbelievable, is there really going to be something wrong with the Cadia defense battle? No, Honsuo frowned. Now that Guilliman has joined, the balance of the battle has clearly begun to slowly tilt towards the Cadia defenders. The actions and battles of dozens of completely different types and composition of troops have begun to be considered and solved as best as possible. Not only can the newly joined reinforcements be immediately connected to the command system and sent to the most needed and most suitable battle locations, but even the original defenders will receive new supplies that better meet their current needs or move to more suitable attack or counterattack positions.

Sometimes the ground troops did not understand this incredible movement because they were determined to hold on or for other reasons, but after reading Guilliman's deduction and thinking about it for a while, Creed would often use his passionate speech to ask them to "move the entire position 50 meters east within ten minutes. Don't ask why, stand firm for Cadia!"

Of course, these people then found that they had moved away just enough for a team of heavy friendly vehicles to pass through and they also cleared out a large wave of cultists who were trying to rush over here. All of this made the fanaticism of many Cadian soldiers in battle reach a new level, and they began to dedicate every bullet they fired to the person who led them to victory.

Guilliman, who was thinking rapidly with his eyes slightly lowered, noticed the rare emotional fluctuations of the Master of Alchemy beside him. So the Primarch, whose crown was actively dancing with countless variables and curves, cast his amber camouflaged eyes at the approaching Astartes and included him in the calculations of his own war model.

The conclusion reached in the end was still in line with the previous predictions, which was beneficial to his own situation, so he nodded to the warrior, and the other party immediately returned the ancient etiquette - it was nostalgic, how long had it been since he saw this ancient and elegant legionary salute? According to Hong Suo, the Imperial Fists had always had companies stationed above Terra for thousands of years, and perhaps this was the reason why they had preserved more ancient traditions, which was good. At least in this dark, blind, rotten galaxy, there were still some upright people who were stubborn and looked forward to it. When he woke up, he would go to Terra to see them.

At this time, Shangtuo, who noticed the people sitting at the conference table, also changed his expression slightly.

His eyes met with Hong Suo's in the air and then separated. Their gazes contained complicated thoughts such as "Why is it you?!" "Why is it you?!" and "How could this happen!" "Wait, can he/he contact the Iron Blood?!" But this was not the place to talk, so they finally nodded to each other and said hello. When Gao Gang Wolf Lord asked if they knew each other, they replied that they had served on the same world. As for who the enemy was? Oh, they had attacked the fortress city defended by the ferocious and cunning Iron Warriors together, and more than once, which also made them form a brotherhood. Unexpectedly, they could meet again here this time.

Since both of them were very sincere, and the Wolf Lord didn't smell anything particularly wrong, they got through for the time being, except for one person.

Or a demigod with wide eyes trying to manage his facial expressions.

Guilliman looked at the message Honsou had sent him: information about Shantuo's Legion, his Primarch, his position, his preferred fighting style, and a message asking the Primarch to update him on the relevant content.

He raised his eyes again and looked at Shantuo, who was wearing bright yellow power armor, with the Imperial Fists emblem shining on his shoulder, and chatting and laughing with the officers around him.

...This is definitely a dream, it can only be a dream, it is a fantasy that even an emperor could not have had!
Haha, I don't think we'll see Dorn and Perturabo shaking hands and making peace next...

If this is the case, it would be better if more Primarch brothers appeared in Cadia later and they attacked Blackstone Fortress together!

...No, right?
Robert Mercury Guilliman calculated again with a serious look.

The results show that although it approaches infinitesimally small, it may not be zero.

...Impossible, haha, because he already knows the whereabouts of the other brothers! Conservative calculations show that it must be true.

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The Eternal Will still hovered over the Krave war zone like an ominous and blasphemous eight-pointed star, casting its huge black shadow downwards.

However, Ezekiel Abaddon has discovered that the situation above the atmosphere is changing so fast that it is unexpected, and the balance of power between the two sides has become quite delicate.

Due to the entry of the Phalanx and its accompanying fleet, the absolute advantage of the Eternal Will in the sky above Cadia was broken, and the moving space to the east of the Eternal Will was completely blocked. Then, a huge new ship jumped in from the west. The proud figure almost made the Warmaster think that he saw a former flagship of the Primarch, but the intercepted call sign later let him know the strange name of this ship, and it was reported as the "Coast Guard Ship of the Rogue Merchant Dynasty". How ridiculous! Territory Border Guard Ship? ! When did it become bigger than the Astartes Battle Barge? ! It is not an exaggeration to say that this is the Queen of Glory class! Which dynasty, eager to show its loyalty, dared to challenge the authority of the Corpse Empire in this way? It was ridiculous. They would probably be liquidated by themselves afterwards, but now this ship has posed a real threat...

Just as he was tapping the Claw of Horus on the armrest of the throne, thinking about how to allocate new fleet forces to deal with the "Enterprise", the astropathic officer who was standing in the nutrient solution pit and fixed by metal cables shouted again, "A new reality jumps in! At the twelve o'clock direction! It is estimated to be the Queen of Glory class! It carries a large number of ships! They are jumping out one after another!"

Where did the false emperor get so many loyal naval vessels? Why didn't he know before that the fleet of the Corpse Empire could respond so quickly?

Just as he was about to ask Mocas and Shiron about the progress of the hunt and that he needed her to come back immediately to see if she could activate the fortress's defensive artillery array, the astrologer shouted again in a thin high-pitched voice that was close to a scream.

"Report! Six o'clock! Six o'clock! New reality jump! Unobserved ship! Speculated to be the Glorious Queen class! No accompanying fleet found!"

Ezekiel Abaddon's brows were deeply furrowed this time, and his expression became hideous and terrifying without his knowledge, as if four people were using his face to make four expressions and were filled with different emotions at the same time.

Primarch? No, impossible.

There were no living Primarchs in the Imperium now, and all the Chaos Primarchs had expressed indirect submission to him. As far as he knew, the Demon Primarchs should be fighting in their own chosen war zones to expand the power of the dark gods they served. The final great victory in the Cadia war zone would be destined to belong only to him, Abaddon, who had the most favor from the Four Gods but despised them.

The Warmaster of the Black Legion glanced at the goblet made of a huge skull, drank the alchemical wine in it, and then threw it to the ground.

Then he stood up from his throne, and after sending a message to Shiron, he walked out the door and began to summon his most powerful, experienced, and best-equipped guards.

(End of this chapter)