Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 550 I was there when he was killed
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The chaos that no one here - not even the Great Predator, who was deeply favored by the Most High, or Guilliman, who almost never stopped calculating, planning and evaluating - could have anticipated enveloped the underground tunnel ruins hall of this ancient alien race on Cadia in the next second.

In short, the reinforcements that appeared out of nowhere are now divided into several groups:
The striking Contemptor Dreadnought, whose ornamentation was a little too ornate for Iron Hands' taste, first let out a terrible, earth-shattering roar from its loudspeaker grid.

"Big betrayer!!!!"

At first, even Ezekiel Abaddon's face went blank.

Such rare wording and the genuine anger in his words made the Great Plunderer search his mind to see if there had been any opponent of the Iron Hands worthy of his memory in thousands of years.

Obviously, he did not gain any useful intelligence from his memories.

At the same time, the huge Shabar saber in Fearless's hand suddenly burst into flames several feet high. The flames were so bright that the Undying Beings who were too close to it almost melted with screams!

The ground shook, sand fell from the rock dome, and whoever was inside was using an incredible agility and lightness to drive this nearly fifteen-foot-tall, ten-foot-wide, fourteen-ton bipedal walking mechanical steel monument towards Abaddon at a dizzying pace - no, no, he was swinging his terrifying saber towards the man who was about to chop off the traitorous head of the Chief Captain of the Sons of Horus!

But the person being attacked was also quick to change his tactics. Although he had to temporarily cross the back of his axe to block the fatal and insidious blow, Ezekiel Abaddon casually threw away the thing in his claws in this gap and immediately stepped back a few steps, continuously increasing the distance between him and the two monsters in front of him who suddenly began to fight inseparably.

Then, the Warmaster's expression suddenly changed, and he became extremely shocked. His eyes were also fixed on the face of the man with double horns on his head, wearing red armor and scriptures, and fighting the Fearless with a giant axe.

In less than a second, Abaddon, the chief captain of the Sons of Horus, recognized the face.

The disguise that had fooled even the Blackstone Fortress's living control center was now in jeopardy due to the improvement of its user's own special abilities. The noble appearance of the Primarch could no longer be completely obscured by the quantum mist that was enough to deceive the viewer's eyes and mind. Abaddon even noticed that the Primarch, who went by the alias "Mercurius", was quietly growing in size, allowing him to fight the Dreadnought.

Anger, embarrassment, malice, confusion, secret joy and other emotions rolled on the face of the Warmaster who recognized the identity of the Primarch like storm clouds on the surface of a gas planet.

However, when Abaddon decided to try to randomly shoot the two opponents with Storm Bolters from the side, the ultramarine waves rushing over and the weapons and shields in their hands separated the Warmaster aside: the Ultramarines who were filled with grief and indignation, but still decided to hear and see with their own eyes the Primarch's explanation of this idea ten thousand years ago, had already rushed forward. Their attacks were so painful, crazy and urgent that even Draconian, who could easily cut through their armor, could not kill them all immediately.

Fortunately, a group of Salamanders that were released at the same time moved over and filled the defense gap left by the Ultramarines, and from both sides of them came two teams with rare flags, the Tanis and Vostroya regiments. These excellent soldiers had just recovered from the dizziness and vomiting caused by too long a stagnation, and immediately joined the battlefield with guns in hand.

On the other side, although this strange Contemptor with the Iron Hands emblem was already fighting fiercely with Mercurys, the warriors brought by Fearless did not choose to fight immediately. Sven Bloodhowl's wolves looked around, and the wolf lord nodded to Creed, and seemed to say something in the communication beads - unfortunately, the communication officer of the Supreme Castle Lord had just died, and Creed had no idea what Bloodhowl said to him from afar. Then he saw the group of wolves laughing and starting a new round of battle with the nearest enemy.

The golden bird that had been perched on the back of the Iron Hands Contemptor Dreadnought anxiously took off and landed on the head of the tall giant, as if saying something to him - Creed was shocked to realize that the actual height of this black-armored giant was definitely taller than any Astartes he had ever seen in his life, even taller than the Emperor's Guard - the figures of the Guards were painted next to the Emperor's portraits on the stained windows of many churches in Cadia, and many Cadian soldiers also recognized the unit to which the golden-armored giant belonged, and were cheering for him and praying to the God-Emperor.

A giant, what does it mean when he is taller than the Emperor's Guards and wears power armor? Creed didn't even dare to be sure of the only answer, but he had reacted from a series of shocks and remembered his original intention when he threw the pistol - he re-commanded the remaining veterans of the Eighth Regiment and his other guards, and hurriedly ran towards the corner where Garlan Kyle was thrown out. Then, under Creed's order, they lifted the dying flag-bearer on a makeshift stretcher and began to hastily withdraw from this battlefield that was becoming increasingly unsuitable for mortals to participate.

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[That's not the traitor Guilliman who committed a heinous crime! This is the Ultramarines Master Guilliman I know!] Ferrus Manus shouted anxiously to the cloned phoenix from his winged metal body, [We must stop Fu... Ishtar! Lest an unnecessary tragedy happen!]

"You mean to say that this Guilliman is on our side..." Fulgrim's clone, now known as Fulgrim Pallas to distinguish him from his mentor and adoptive father, asked. "Although I feel that this is him, he doesn't seem to be loyal at all?"

[That's a disguise!] Ferrus Manus opened his beak, almost letting out some crisp bird calls, [The data from my mechanical eyes and the feelings of my soul will not deceive me!]

"Is there really someone who can do this level of disguise...? It's too perfect. If it weren't for the time, I really want one too!"

[Of course! I've seen it with my own eyes! There are many brothers among us who are ingenious! And Perturabo once created an identical disguise for himself, so this Guilliman - never mind where he came from! We can't let them kill each other like this! ]

"Okay... but don't expect me to hold him back for too long." Fulgrim Pallas sighed and locked the power axe back into his backpack. He then pulled out his Chabar saber, thought for a moment, and then pulled out the high-frequency dagger tied to his thigh. "My swordsmanship is still one point behind his."

[Just a moment! I'll send a query and quick instructions to Guilliman as well!]

"I doubt if the two of them can calm down and listen to your explanation at this moment?"

Despite his constant opposition, Fulgrim Pallas raised his leg, stepped sideways, twisted his body and raised his sword, then naturally and smoothly cut himself in between the two Primarchs, where the Great Reaver had no chance to fight before. The collision and friction between the Shabar sabers produced a series of sparks and tiny explosions, and the dagger that had not been switched on was used to block the great axe for a moment - it was cut in half by the furious axe blade, and then the person holding it twisted his wrist, leading the axe blade to the side like turning a handle and stopping it for a moment.

The golden mechanical bird took this opportunity to rush over and re-grab the Contemptor's dreadnought armor, then it violently hacked into the channel of the steel machine, and began to try to lock the joints and send a message to the owner of the armor, [Fulgrim Ishtar!! Calm down! This is not him! This is not the great betrayer you know! Look carefully! This is just his disguise! This Guilliman did not betray! Look at those Ultramarines! They are pure and loyal! Do not let anger destroy your mind! Causing an irreparable tragedy!] Guilliman, whose disguise had become even thinner due to the increase of anger and strength, had already fought with Fulgrim Pallas. The feeling of the hands that had been separated by nine thousand years came up again strangely, but it was different. The two of them looked at each other in shock and anger, and each jumped out of the battle circle. Guilliman spoke first, "Who are you? Why are your swordsmanship and habits so similar to a brother I know?"

He looked at the armor on Pallas again. "Such speed, strength and weapons can only be him. A body like yours can only be him. But from what I know and have witnessed, his soul has long been corrupted and his body is twisted. He would never agree to appear in front of people wearing such simple armor, and his swordsmanship would not be so strong and simple. Who are you?"

"That's what I wanted to ask." The man on the other side spoke. Although the grid had distorted his voice a lot, his voice was still as refreshing and sweet as a spring in an oasis, and as elegant and soft as silk. However, there was an extremely subtle hint of hardness and coldness underneath, like a gem lying quietly at the bottom of a spring, its edges polished by the running water. Guilliman's brows jumped.

"I think you are the brother I know. Although your aura does not feel polluted at all, your appearance is so corrupt. My brother does not use any psychic power, but you are full of powerful energy. Who are you?"

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The cursed claws of the Great Predator easily crushed the armor and limbs of the Ultramarines. His magic sword could pierce through the breastplate, black shell, rib plates and heart with one blow, and pass through the body, as if they were all just a huge bubble of lies, which shattered and scattered with a poke, leaving the unprotected warriors bleeding.

Despite this, the Ultramarines, filled with inexplicable grief and indignation, continued to advance. They rushed towards and killed the person who inherited the traitor's weapons and position. The chosen darling of the Most High howled in anger, and shook off the Ultramarines that surrounded him to the ground as if they were bugs crawling on his body. His combat boots stomped heavily on the deputy commander's ribs, squeezing his lungs and causing him to spit blood. The blue of his neck and breastplate was stained with bright, glaring red.

When the magic sword was about to strike a fatal blow towards Serantes' heart, a long sword stabbed in from the side, making it impossible for Draconian to drink the blood and soul of anyone again today.

"The time has finally come. Your opponent is me. Ezekiel."

When the Great Plunderer almost trembled and turned his eyes, he was prepared to see any of the pearly white ancient armor inlaid with the Eye of Horus, but he only saw silver armor and blackened shoulders, and a chapter emblem that seemed to be the one he remembered but was definitely not.

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The statue-like face frowned deeply: Was it an illusion? Damn it - that talkative false emperor must have reminded him of his past weaknesses - he raised the Claw of Horus and stretched it out casually, wanting to catch the Astartes who dared to use the voice of the past legion to shake him, and use his blood -

"I must say, your clawed gestures are not even as good as your father's little finger, Abaddon." The second voice was equally familiar yet clear enough to make the Warmaster narrow his eyes instantly.

"Lucius?" The Grand Despoiler carefully moved his weapon away to avoid killing the enemy or the enemy suddenly rushing over. "What are you doing here? Why are you not following your Primarch to carry out your mission?"

"My mission?" There was a hint of curiosity and pleasure in the other's voice, "My Primarch?" At the same time he drew out his sword and made a sword flower in his hand. This action made Abaddon more certain of the other's identity.

"Aren't you Lucius?"

"If you are looking for Lucius, the finest living swordsman of the Emperor's Children, Lucius, Lord Angron's most loyal paladin, then I am Lucius."

"...Angron?" The furrows between Abaddon's brows had never been so deep. "What does this have to do with Angron? Shouldn't he be leading his legions to launch an attack somewhere else right now? Why are you wearing their power armor and mixing with them? Where are the others? Only you? Who is he? Why can he sound like Gaviel Loken? A ghost?"

The swordsman who admitted that he was Lucius did not speak, but the warrior whose voice bothered him so much spoke again.

"A ghost," Abaddon heard him say in the voice of Gaviel Loken, "a ghost from Isstvan III."

"Ha, what a clumsy lie! How dare you deceive me?" The Great Plunderer's voice returned to its cold and calm state, with an obvious murderous intent. "I saw it, I witnessed it, I saw it with my own eyes. Gavial Loken did not die on Isstvan III at all. He died in the Spirit of Vengeance in front of me, killed by Erebus. His death even led to the birth of a demon."

The air froze for half a second.

"Oh," the other person said, "really?"

Then he took off his helmet.

"And Erebus is still fine now - it seems that you really don't like me very much."

Gavial Loken calmly stared at the chief captain, whose face was completely different from what it was nine thousand years ago. "Thank you for telling me how I was supposed to die. It's a new experience, Ezekiel."

(End of this chapter)