Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 547 Saving Private Wolf and -
Right on the surface and deep underground of Cadia, this gathering of heroes is about to face the critical moment of king versus king, king, king...

In the high orbit above Cadia, a battle between king of kings and king of kings is about to begin.

The Eternal Will of the Blackstone Fortress - or rather, the daughter of the fortress, Dravula Mokas found that her mood was as bad as the battle situation inside and outside the fortress itself.

Together with her, Kacardius Shiron tracked those cunning wolves for a long time. They passed through the cabins infested by the flesh and blood of the warp and went down to the lowest and deepest rooms of the fortress. These ancient rooms, older than human history, were still as empty and tidy as when they were built. As Mokas had never dared to tell anyone in detail, the Blackstone Fortress was alive, and the fortress hated them.

To the fortress, the flesh and blood of the Warp are tumorous growths, while Mokas and her beloved father are the invaders, the cancer cells. If Mokas insists on continuing to use the resonance she "shared" from the fortress to allow the power of the Warp to erode the fortress, then she will eventually kill the Blackstone Fortress.

But she didn't care, because Mokas believed that nothing was more important than the wishes of her Warmaster, her father. She always believed that although Abaddon didn't say it, the fact that he allowed her to read his mind like reading other people was proof that he was special to her and that he still had a fatherly heart for her.

But now, after Shillon killed a lone Wolf caught in Mokas's trap and once again used the unique methods of the Space Marines to obtain intelligence, Mokas was distraught to find that the large number of troops originally stationed in the Blackstone Fortress were rapidly decreasing.

"What's wrong?" asked Alpha Intelligence Master.

"The captain is dead," Mokas replied. "Now the bridge command room of the Eternal Will is filled with phantoms and screams before the cables in his brain were pulled out. The Black Stone has preserved them and they are echoing there repeatedly, which makes me upset."

"What? Did the scion of Russ do this? Did they find some quick way back to the upper bridge? We must notify the Warmaster immediately."

"No." She answered briefly, "The invaders are nearby. The path they are heading towards is the room next to the shield energy conversion node. We should be only one cabin away at most. They are not there."

Alpha nodded thoughtfully, not asking her who had killed the captain. "Well," he reloaded his weapon. "Come on, it's time to finish the hunt. Mark the area, and I'll call in my Gamma Squad for the hunt. Remember to open the extra doors and walls for them along the way."

The Daughter of Blackstone nodded, and leaned herself into the alcove formed by the protruding, massive chest cavity in the wall, closed her eyes and began to manipulate the warp neural network she had long since implanted in the cracks of the Blackstone Fortress.

So Mocas did not see the intelligence master's face suddenly turn cold, which was the expression of someone who had seen through the warmaster's intentions.

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Sven Bloodhowl and the remaining twenty or so brothers and several Cadian soldiers were carefully moving along the pipeline in the dark tunnel, leaving behind them a large number of mindless fortress slaves and bloody fragments of small demons. These zombie-like creatures were unarmed and did not move fast, but kept wandering and gathering from all over to try to slow down their progress. They finally got rid of another batch of them.

The genetically modified eyes of the Space Wolves did not work very well in this almost completely dim environment, and headlamps were often useless in the darkness of the Warp they were trapped in, but fortunately they could still rely on their keen sense of smell and other sensory organs to find the way. They had also discovered after all this time of trekking that the closer they were to some functional rooms or useful places, the less smooth and relatively harmless Nightstone would be, and the more abnormally large and deformed flesh and blood organs would be.

—and this fortress is fucking haunted. He knew these Chaos guys couldn't build a proper space fortress!
It was like the scary fireside nursery rhymes that the Fenris tribe told to children had come true: a room with floors and walls that could eat people, doors and windows that could turn into giant mouths with sharp teeth that could bite people off or break them off, corridors without lights that could change size and shape on their own, soft ground that would wriggle and make bowel sounds when stepped on, eyeballs and blood vessels that would suddenly pop out as high as a half-man...

Thinking of this, the Space Wolf spat viciously at the floor, where a tangled network of nerves and arteries began to grow out of the cracks, and muttered a few short phrases of Fenris's exorcism.

The rotten flesh here was becoming more and more dense, and they also smelled a hint of promethium and other lubricants commonly used in shield generators and related equipment mixed with the stench and fermentation of the slaves on the lower deck.

It was not easy to get here. These were the only ones left of his Fire Howl Company, and these were the only ones left of the 13th Cadian Guard, these brave Cadians.

Judging from the killing efficiency of the damn tracking team, it is very likely that all the people he brought with him and himself will die here, but when Sven Bloodhowl entered the lower level through the shaft before, he felt and saw the bombardment of the Eternal Will by the Phalanx - so it is clear what to do. As long as they, the only ones now in the fortress, can destroy the engine or shield generator of the Blackstone Fortress, the Phalanx can start shooting at this damn haunted thing, and maybe even blow up Abaddon if they are lucky.

Moreover, Blood Howl always felt that the parts of Blackrock Fortress that did not grow these subspace neural things were always helping them intentionally or unintentionally. At least based on this judgment, he had repeatedly hidden in the rooms or tunnels temporarily created for them by Blackrock Fortress with blackstone and avoided several searches.

Although the Wolf Lord's intuition believed that part of the fortress itself was guiding them, this damn fortress was not only haunted but also very large, so they had finally come here. According to this density, there must be a house worth destroying ahead...

Wait.

In the darkness, Sven Bloodhowl's ears twitched sensitively, and his nostrils opened and contracted, twitching repeatedly.

The smell of steel servos, mechanical nano-incense, and motor oil, and a very, very subtle hint of... incense? Very faint, to the point where a Space Wolves would not be able to smell it.

He could bet that this was the first time he had smelled this smell in this universe. So why was there a memory record?
The Wolf Lord sniffed a few more times cautiously. Although he had never smelled this kind of incense before, the ancient genetic spiral code that Blood Howl inherited from a distant original suddenly popped up several more ancient words to describe its ingredients: amber, cedar wood, lavender, myrrh...

Although he was more than two meters tall and wore armor weighing hundreds of kilograms, Sven Bloodhowl's footsteps were as soft as the pads of a direwolf walking on the snow. He raised his hand and gestured to the battle brothers following him, and they all dispersed silently. He turned his head and made a few gestures with the help of his headlamp, indicating that there might be unexpected situations ahead.

Suddenly a dangerous light appeared in the cabin.

The bullets and muzzle flames of the grenade launchers drew meteor-like trajectories in the long passage like flares. These faint lights were enough for the professional genetically modified warriors to detect each other's presence and distance.
"Attack! For Russ and the Allfather!" "Fire!"

The wild wolves pounced on Shiron and Mocas from all directions. The intelligence master raised his pistol, ignored the series of sparks and bullet holes on his chest armor, and shot at the heads of the wild wolves that pounced on him one by one with terrible indifference. Many of them were tripped or entangled by the corrupted flesh and blood machines under their feet and around them while charging and shooting, affecting their speed and reaction.

But what is even more disadvantageous to this boarding assault suicide squad is that the Alpha intelligence chief took advantage of the terrain information gap to summon his own heavy weapons and melta eradication team. In other words, the current situation is that Shiron and Mokas are in the center, the Space Wolves and Cadians are in the inner layer, and the outermost encirclement belongs to the intelligence chief's soldiers and the low-level demons from the fortress summoned by Mokas.

The Reaper's automatic cannon began to fire at the Wild Wolves, hitting the shoulder armor of a Wild Wolf. Then dense mass shells flew mercilessly towards the Space Wolf behind him, about to smash him in two, while more gun muzzles mercilessly poured out the flames of death -

A long bird song.

The flames of death were blocked by golden wings.

Something huge suddenly appeared out of thin air, so large that it instantly blocked the Alpha Team's shooting line of sight. The explosive bullets hitting its surface only caused ripples in the shield plating. That thing - the Contemptor that shone with a jet-black luster and dots of gold, was so agile and light that it seemed like a shadow in a dream. It was waving the Shabar saber that dragged out long white-gold flames and black lightning, and it was turning its body, almost dancing. Every movement of its was in perfect balance, and every swing of the sword was without any unnecessary affectation. Every attack was the ultimate that any swordsman would dream of.

The first slash of the knife chopped off the heads of six consecutive Alphas. Before the heads flew up one after another, the Chabal Sabre passed through the crowd and the demon group like a platinum lightning that illuminated the dark tunnel. The second slash of the knife split the three demons into six parts. The third slash, the breastplate of the intelligence master was cut open like silky butter. Kacardius Shiron even stood there in astonishment for a few seconds, as if he could not accept the fact that he was cut open like this. Then he showed an expression of sudden enlightenment, pulled off a device from his waist and threw it on the ground, while trying to raise the hot melt shooting under the double-linked bomb, he shouted to Mokas, "Notify the Warmaster! Tell him, DEVICUS!"

Mokas knelt on the ground, inserted her ten fingers into the flesh-and-blood floor of the warp, and began to desperately search for the unique, shining mind like a star in the entire fortress, although she had never done so since she learned the human language, because this would require her to use the bond between her and Abaddon that always made Mokas feel warm and admired when looking for him, and Abaddon forbade her to use this. Will she succeed? Can she find him with her love for her father?
Ah, this was easier than she thought, the Warmaster in her mind gleaming like a noble emperor wearing a crown of stars on the bridge - she shouted the word to him in her mind with all her strength -

"No! That's not right! This is a trap! Run! Don't come!"

Suddenly, realizing why she didn't die immediately, Shillong rushed over and knocked Mokas over, and her connection with the Warp mind was suddenly broken. The demon's flesh and blood nerves twitched, and the backlash of the Blackstone Fortress spread from the transplanted Blackstone bones in Mokas' body to her Blackstone teeth and Blackstone eyeballs. She howled in pain, and her Warp flesh and blood twitched, with countless stalagmite-like sharp teeth protruding from the ground, angrily attacking the intelligence director. Is he crazy!
"The response was quick."

"Ridiculous."

These were the last two comments heard before and after Shillong's head flew off.

Mokas felt cold all over. The sharp teeth just helped her to hold back the attacker for a second. She curled up and dived into the thick layer of flesh and bones to escape elsewhere.

"You're not going to chase me? I want to chop off his head myself."

"no need."

The two people who were talking - or rather, the two beings that were not quite human turned to the wolves and Cadia people who were staring at them from the other side of the room, holding their weapons tightly with caution.

"You are……?"

The Contemptor Fearless turned on the floodlight on his shoulder, and the room suddenly became bright.

"Teachers and students, passing through the class. Unfortunately, the content of this class is about the mantis stalking the cicada, while the oriole is behind, and it has not been fully demonstrated."

"Blackrock Fortress and the sky above Cadia are not good places to give lectures. What kind of person would 'pass by' here and say he wants to give lectures to students?" Bloodhowl muttered.

When Sven Bloodhowl saw the Iron Hand emblem on the Dreadnought's shoulder clearly, he raised his eyebrows in surprise, but his breathing became heavy only after he saw the figure of the person next to him: this person had a height and build far exceeding that of an ordinary Space Marine, his body proportions and his gestures were harmonious and balanced, exuding an indescribable natural aura, and a black-gray finely crafted master power armor wrapped around his entire body, including his head, making it impossible for people to get a glimpse of his appearance.

The Wolf Lord eagerly cast his gaze towards any position of the power armor that could identify this man, but only saw Iron Hand's own chapter emblem. The armor itself was extremely sophisticated, with simple yet elegant decorations on the body, but there was no pattern that could be used to specifically identify his identity. This mysterious but noble giant had a relic pistol on his holster, the same Chabar saber as the Dreadnought hung on his belt, and he held a power gear axe in his hand, nothing else.

"It seems that we can't trick Abaddon into teleporting here to solve the problem directly." Fearless said, "He should realize that something is wrong and will not come here rashly next time."

"Tsk. I wanted to punch him in the face and spit on him..." Although Sven Bloodhowl was extremely dissatisfied with the fact that his idea came to nothing, he couldn't help but lower his voice in front of such an ancient Dreadnought and a...

"Then let's tear this place down first!" said the extremely tall warrior, "This place is so discordant that it's glaring."

"Of course," said Fearless. "I'm sure they think so too. Stand back."

He glanced at Sven, then raised one of his power claws and opened his palm—

(End of this chapter)