Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 549: The Era of the Primarch...
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As Creed was dragged, surrounded and protected by more veterans of the 8th Cadia Regiment and Kashejins who were trying their best to rush towards him, he tried his best to look in the direction of his flag-bearing sergeant across the dim cave.

Just like thirty-two years ago when he tried to raise his head to look at his savior...

...Savior? Wasn't it the soldiers of the 8th Cadia Regiment who found him during their search?

...No...! That's not right! Why had he never consciously realized this? !
The seal of memory was reopened with a bang.

A small whirlpool swirled in the river of fate.

A ray of light suddenly burst out from the depths of Creed's eyes, and he suddenly remembered when he was attacked at the age of eight and hid under the bed with the bodies of his sisters... At that time... who was the first person to find him.

No, it wasn't the soldiers of the 8th Cadia Regiment who first discovered him surviving alone in the ruins!

Yes……

Only then did he hear the words that the Astartes, wearing black power armor and a bone-white robe, told him.

In a flash, Creed suddenly realized that, yes, for the eight-year-old Ursaka at the time, he certainly couldn't tell what kind of person appeared in front of him, let alone know which demigod bloodline the person served or what position he held in his order. But since he joined the army and even became an officer, Creed has never recalled the details of this person's appearance or the content of their conversation. His memory seems to have naturally overlooked this very important thing to him -

But now, the last child of a retired Kashejin, the son of Cadia, was looking at the skull helmet, the gold and silver crown of thorns and the psychic hood of the Astartes priest, their details were so clear that it seemed as if he had just parted with the priest.

"Remember, this is a gift from my Lord. It can protect the people you want to protect. I will tell you how to use it. You only have one chance to use this gift... Use it with caution."

"Then how do I know when to use it?" The boy's lavender eyes grew large because of hunger, and he stared fiercely at the skull on the priest's face. "I have no one to protect. My father, mother, sister and younger sister are all dead."

"When you really want to use it, you'll know."

With the fastest movement of his life, Ursaka E. Creed pulled out his beloved old Mars pistol that had been with him for thirty-two years, pressed a hidden switch on it that had never been activated, and threw it in the direction of Abaddon and Kyle with all his might.

At this moment, for some reason, he seemed to hear a cry of annoyance from someone in the air even though there was clearly no one around.

"It's too early!"

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"The rear team was attacked! Creed and his troops were cut off and surrounded! They were the Black Legion's elite terminators and heavy units!"

When Mercury, Honso and Kaur, who were at the front, received the news, the Great Sage of Domination was refuting the honest Sage Clan from multiple academic angles in binary language with a standard old Martian accent. The two of them were currently leading the team into a long and narrow tunnel, and finally stopped in a quadrilateral spire cave that looked like a terminal control, facing the base of a promising-looking stone tower, trying to connect and activate all the black stone towers on the Erichen Plain.

Obviously, it is not possible to expect these two mechanical sages who are absorbed in their own technological ocean to take care of Creed in the rear. They may even have to divide their troops and stay here.

"I'll go first." Under the astonished gazes of the Space Marines and mortal soldiers, the Demon Champion drew out the huge axe, and the light on the axe blade was as pure as blood. "The situation over there is very chaotic. This kind of battle in a limited space needs to be resolved quickly."

"Wait a minute! When did a demon come first to save the Imperial commander? Where do you put the honor of the wolf?!" Owen Gaogan shouted immediately, "Good men of Fenris! Follow me!"

“No.” The Dark Angel’s Krahl said gloomily, signaling the Dark Angels to take action. “It is better for us to lock on to such a being and monitor his battle…”

Inquisitor Dalia interrupted at the right time, "I think the Demonic Inquisition should have the right to supervise at this time..."

"You guys can argue." The demon said, and then raised his foot. "I have to go save people first."

No one could see his movements clearly, not even the Space Wolves and Dark Angels, he was too fast. The red-armored warrior seemed to straighten up on some level, and in a few steps he crossed to the periphery of the crowd, and then disappeared into the dark shadows like a flash of light.

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Garlan Kell blinked between the sharp blade of Horus's Claw and the leaping arcs of the Warp.

Just now, his blade charge was easily resolved by the Great Predator, and the magic sword easily cut off half of his arm with satisfied bloodthirstiness. Fortunately, the military flag he carried was locked on his power fist in advance and did not fall to the ground, but then he fell into the claws of the betrayer, and the sharp blade made a squeak cutting sound on the edge of his carapace, and these protections were of no use at all.

"You'll protect him? Hmm?" The other party spoke, and once again, to Kyle's surprise, the voice sounded very human, and full of a heart-stirring, majestic and powerful sense of power, exactly the kind of voice that passionate and young soldiers love to hear before a battle. "But look at you, you're going to die, and then he'll be next, and then I'll kill everyone and destroy this place." "You won't succeed, Cadia will stand." The flag bearer was surprisingly calm, but his voice was no longer as sonorous as before, his limbs had begun to become cold and numb, and the blood was lost very quickly.

The statue-like face of the hero of the old times looked down at the mortal in the claws with arrogance and confidence, "But you have already fallen, you can't even stand up. I see he is looking at you. I will kill you under his gaze and announce his death to him - he will be next. You can't protect him, and he can't escape the fate of being killed in humiliation."

"But," Kell breathed hard, smiling at the murderer, "I am not afraid to be killed by such a weapon. It is one of the highest rewards a warrior can hope to receive on the battlefield. How can you think that he and I would fear the same weapon whose blade once took the life of a noble Primarch and was bathed in the sacred blood of the Emperor?"

The Great Plunderer was touched by something unknown. His expression, which had been as proud as that of an ancient warrior, began to show obvious cracks. Surges of malice and immeasurable ancient evil were peeking at the soul of the world from it. "He and everything about him is not noble!" Abaddon roared, tightening the claws of Horus.

"The era of the Primarch is over!"
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Garland Kyle began to wonder, when people thought they were about to die, time would slow down, and they would begin to witness incredible things. Perhaps the rumors that people would see things they couldn't normally see before they died were true?
Otherwise, how could he see that the Great Predator's forehead seemed to be hit by a strange green beam of light, but it strangely recovered immediately in the blink of an eye? The Warmaster who was hit looked like he didn't even realize that he was attacked by an unknown sniper. This made Kyle feel a sense of horror for no reason.

Then why did he feel like he saw many giants who weren't here just now flashing by in the corner of his eyes? Who was roaring and shouting? Why were there so many colors -

A huge axe suddenly appeared from the side above his blurred vision, and a bright red and golden light swept across his nose and headed for the warmaster's neck.
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The trajectory of the old pistol drew a perfect arc in the air, fell to the ground, bounced up, and then slid into a pool of bright red blood at the feet of the flag-bearing officer due to the final inertia.

Nothing has happened yet, but it seems like something is about to happen.

The Lord of the High Castle held his breath unconsciously.

At the moment when the pistol was stained with blood.

A breeze blew beneath the stone circle of Cadia Erichien, and a dimensional rift opened up.

Creed looked up.

He saw the first space crack opening, and a tall Contemptor Dreadnought stepped out of it first, with a golden bird sitting behind its head, the engine roaring like thunder, holding a long alien blade shining with light and lightning, and casually split the head of a Slaanesh dancer snake tongue rushing towards him. Next to him was a man in black armor who was only two heads shorter than the ancient holy elder. A power axe in the style of the Mechanicus roared wildly in his hand, as if he couldn't wait to find a suitable opponent. Behind them was a group of warriors who had escaped death, and Creed could hardly believe it and recognized the scarred face of Sven Bloodhowl from them.

He then looked again and saw the second crack leaping closest to the pistol, ozone and psychic arcs jumping on the edge, like lightning across the night sky at midnight, rows of expressions and results constituted the certainty of reality that was pushed aside by the edge of the crack, and behind the opened crack, a red-armored warrior with a strange crown on his head was running, bone-white scrolls of scriptures rustling beside him, and the power axe in his hand was a style that Creed had become very familiar with in recent times, and the warrior had almost no hesitation about this shrinking door, and immediately took a step forward, then swung the axe and pounced on Abaddon right in front of him - for some reason, the Lord of the High Castle immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

When he looked to the side, he saw that the third crack split into several parallel lines, and many tall and short figures walked out of them. They were dressed in blue, green, and even gold. The most eye-catching was the complete company in the center. The beautiful Ultramar blue shone on their ancient power armor ceramic steel. They had just entered the battlefield, but it seemed that they had been guarding this place for a long time. Two Contemptor Dreadnoughts immediately went to the two ends of the battle line. In the middle was the Ultramarines Archon holding up the ceremonial battle axe and the assault shield. Their commander was firing and waving his sword at the Black Legion and their demon allies, shouting, "Down with the Horus rebels! Do not forget Calth!"

A flash of gold with a red tassel on top accompanied their progress, and a giant taller than Astartes rushed into the battlefield, performing a dazzling death storm combining martial arts and strength with the sword in his hand.

He finally glanced at the entire field and saw that the edge of the fourth crack was breaking and melting in the air like burnt paper ash. After sending a group of warriors in silver and black power armor into the cave, the crack disappeared. Finally, the newly arrived group of Space Marines seemed a little surprised compared to the Astartes who were wearing blue armor and seemed to be Extreme Marines. However, after taking a glance at the enemies on the battlefield, they did not hesitate or delay any more. They were only surprised for a few tenths of a second, and then they skillfully formed groups, dispersed, and entered the increasingly chaotic battlefield, fighting with the elite warriors of the Demons and the Black Legion. When the latter encountered the fighting skills of this group of warriors, many of them obviously hesitated and made mistakes, and some even suddenly shouted madly.

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The deputy commander of the Ultramarines, Serantus, was commanding the deployment of his troops, wondering which rebel group this was? Who gave him the order to defend? But no matter whose order it was, he had to fight at this moment, because there was no doubt that this place was full of serious blasphemy and mutated and corrupted characteristics of the truth of the empire.

Apparently the battle on Amatullah's world was not over yet. The rapid battlefield change might be a conspiracy of the Word Bearers. The totems and livery of this rebel army were completely unfamiliar except for the eye in the center, which he was very familiar with. Which legion could this be? But then his eyes were attracted by the huge claws in the distance that were about to kill - the appearance of this weapon was unmistakable, it was the Warmaster's iconic gauntlet claws, but the power armor was wrong, and the face on top of the power armor was also wrong.

As the second-in-command, Serantes happened to know this man, this face.

"Ezekiel Abaddon." Captain Serantus glared at the traitor's son and drew his dagger. "I will..."

A bright red axe stained with blasphemous power was suddenly swung towards the chief captain of the Sons of Horus, so fast that only an afterimage was left on Serantus's retina. The deputy commander had only seen such speed and power in a small group of people. It was great -

Suddenly, all the Extreme Warriors who could see this place seemed to have pressed the pause switch, and even being hit by the enemy's blade no longer mattered. Seranthus, who was staring at this place, opened his eyes as wide as possible in horror, and his eyeballs almost fell out of their sockets.

The brave warrior's lips trembled, and he unconsciously let out the sharpest, loudest and most incredible howl of his life.

At this moment, the man holding the axe turned his body towards them, revealing most of his face illuminated by the gunfire.

It was a face that the Ultramarines could never mistake, a face of inherent nobility that they would not mistake even if it was tarnished and covered with signs of desecration and mutation: the face with evil horns and scripture tattooed all over its face like Lorgar, was the face of Roboute Guilliman.

(End of this chapter)