Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 552 This moment is just like that moment
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"When a war is over, it is vain for an individual soul to feel the glory of someone high above and thousands of light years away. If you want to continue to fight it, you need a place to return to when the day is over, a home, a nest, an arm, a shoulder, a hug, a light left on in the eternal night, a place to stand or just a responsibility that is accidentally handed to you. Whatever it is, hold on to it. Not failing is a success in itself."

————The mysterious broadcaster on the Enterprise, carrying the Cadians from the Second Continent to escape the Scarlet Tide at the end of 999.M41

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Ten thousand years later, the fate of humanity and the human empire once again came to a fork in the road after the man who was once a brother, a nephew, and a cousin but was now just a vessel for a spirit in name only, fought a battle with his brothers, uncles, and cousins ​​that no one had ever fully recorded or was willing to describe in detail.

With the exception of a very small number of high-ranking officers, the names and identities of everyone else who took part in the battle were erased from all record carriers and given a new name to protect them and to meet the requirements of "certain big shots".

Even some factions of the Inquisition were powerless to recover and trace back such a complete concealment, and the Inquisition's envoy to Cadia himself mysteriously disappeared in the final disaster. Given that so many people disappeared at the same time, even members of the Temporal Inquisition were secretly dispatched and could not determine what exactly happened at the time.

The only thing that later historians could be sure of about everything that happened under the Erichen Plains was that the battle must have caused the Great Plunderer himself to suffer unprecedented damage, so much so that even the opening of the Scarlet Road failed to immediately allow him to return to his plundering carnival on the Imperial Sanctuary and the Imperial Dark Side. Therefore, the balance of power among the traitors was permanently changed, and the Pirate King in the Maelstrom was able to regain his vitality and step onto the stage of confrontation.

Of course, some people think that this incident does prove that the Black Crusade and the Scarlet Road have strengthened the power of traitors and the Fallen, but others think that this may not be a new opportunity.

But all these speculations, inferences or rumors are things that happened later.

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After sending the unconscious standard-bearer to a defensive position that had just been built with fallen rubble and corpses at the other end of the tunnel, the High Castle Lord immediately returned to the exit of the battlefield with his brave soldiers.

It was true that the Planetary Defense Force's laser gun, which some people jokingly called a "flashlight", was not powerful enough to penetrate the Terminator's thick protection, and could only leave a faint mark on the surface of the ceramic steel coating, but none of the soldiers of the 8th Regiment of Cadia retreated.

Under Creed's command, the remaining men of the Eighth Regiment maximized the density of their weapons' volleys. The laser gun's beams finally focused into a thick light spear. Where the tip hit, even the ancient ceramic steel soaked in the energy of the warp began to blacken and smoke. No one retreated before the terrible Chaos Guards howled and rushed in front of them, waving their weapons. Even when the weapons were swung over their heads, the shooting continued.

Finally, the huge monster fell down with an expression of disbelief.

"Cadians!" Creed shouted amid the smoke and smell of burning. "Tell me! What will happen to Cadia?!"

"Cardia stands firm! We are united!"

"Everyone unite as one! Don't let them get out of here!!"

The walls, floors and ceilings of the ancient underground cave tunnels have been completely destroyed by fierce fighting.

If this were an ordinary geological structure or human remains in the usual sense, it would have collapsed by now and caused a large-scale landslide, but the mysterious technology used by the aliens on the building has kept it relatively intact.

Although not many people present were aware of it, the veil of reality was becoming thinner and time and space itself had begun to shatter. The essence of the Supreme Heaven was seeping into the space where the two sides were fighting from the gaps under the erratic veil, and the influence of the invisible chaotic energy on real things was quietly increasing.

In the middle of the cave, where only the bravest, strongest, or craziest of the warriors who had been transformed and strengthened by extraordinary powers dared to approach, the anointed of the four gods was wielding the weapons of his father and grandfather and fighting fiercely with the "two" demigods.

The wolf pack - the Moon Wolves and the Wild Wolves, although they did not know each other and could not have been comrades, but at this moment, they naturally formed an encirclement outside the battle circle, responsible for isolating Abaddon and his Terminator Guards, and the Moon Wolves also had many companions who made the Wild Wolves look sideways.

Among them, there was a lithe swordsman who swung his sword as wildly as pieces of mercury, and the Chaos Space Marines he attacked would launch increasingly frantic attacks on him with an incredible and then even more angry momentum.

"Hey." Lucius shook the dazzling silver hair on his head, and with a sharp chop, he saved Sol Tarvitz from the suddenly deformed and elongated claws of a Chaos Dreadnought, and kicked him unceremoniously into the team of his comrades. "It's too dark here! Watch the road, Tarvitz."

Then, the swordsman, now dressed in silver with gold and Phoenician purple (the Ironblood actually had this extinction dye in stock), found himself surrounded by more enemies. Every traitor who recognized him seemed to be filled with hatred and anger towards him.

"Ah, look! This is the fate of a great genius and paladin like me." He smiled triumphantly. The armor, which was more slim-fitting than the ordinary Astartes power armor, allowed him to move flexibly like a pretty butterfly among these huge enemies that would suffocate any mortal with just one look. "What a strong jealousy! What a pathetic sour taste! Alas, no matter how jealous you are, you can never defeat me who loves His Highness so purely and loyally!"

It was not known what had touched them with Lucius' words. Anyway, the pirate punishment team members who were brought here by the silent ghosts from the Enterprise of the Calosini Dynasty discovered that many enemies here were directed their anger at Lucius the "Healer" - since he quite enjoyed the feeling of spinning and jumping non-stop among the enemy's shooting weapons and swords, claws, axes and fists, everyone - especially Saul Tarvitz - felt that they should not steal his limelight, and it would be a more suitable choice to look for other opponents in this chaotic battlefield.

Tarvitz, who was undoubtedly the temporary commander of this group of people, was actually a little concerned about another thing: where were those ghost warriors with flames in their eyes and bodies and blackened power armor? Why did these mysterious ghost warriors flicker like candles in the wind as soon as they entered the tunnel after they were brought here, and then after seeing the dreadnought and the black-armored giant stepping out of another rift, they disappeared collectively as if they had been shocked by something?
——So which Primarch has come to visit them, giving them the honor of fighting the betrayers together with him?

He raised his power sword to block a chain axe that was coming at him and dripping with blood, and at the same time turned his body to create a gap. Then the Death Guard's Motug used his double-barreled Thermos to disinfect the opponent with high temperature.

"Who do you think that is?" Tarvitz whispered into the comms channel as they approached. "Brother Motug, your internal auspicious array is more powerful than ours. Can you scan any features of the person inside?"

"I don't know, brother." Motuge answered, his voice had a little electric sound, which was caused by the rush to catch up with the last batch of troops. "His armor looks simple but very reliable. I can't see through it. However, my remaining flesh and soul tell me that it must not be our father. What about you? Did you feel anything?"

Now it was Tarvitz's turn to fall into silence for dozens of seconds, which was almost an eternity for an Astartes, but he finally spoke.

"Yes," he said, "although Lucius looks... never mind him. Yes, I admit, I am intimidated by the face under that black helmet, brother." As they spoke, they coordinated with each other again and began to use their weapons to chop off the arm of another traitor who tried to attack the Ultramarines, followed by the traitor's horned and deformed head. The smelly black blood splattered several feet high. The Emperor's Children retreated from the slowly kneeling corpse. Further away, the Space Wolves, who were obviously deformed or not, were obstructing the Black Legion that was constantly teleporting in. Beasts and demons fought in a melee with flesh and blood flying everywhere.

"I...felt a familiar feeling from 'him' that made my soul tremble...but also distant and strange. I have never been so eager and so afraid of the truth."

"Then don't think about it for now." The Death Guard's calm and steady voice came over, "Let's finish this battle first."

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No one could know what complicated thoughts the four Primarchs had in their hearts when the relic weapons of Horus were wielded and used once again.

The first one to rush forward and the one with the fastest speed will naturally become the main opponent of the big predator.

From another perspective of his two guardians, it was actually a good compromise to have Fulgrim Pallas deal with Abaddon, so they just began to raid the battlefield silently.

Of course, Robert Guilliman was not very clear about the origins of these uninvited guests, but he also saw that Honsou knew them, while the very suspicious man who looked like Fulgrim in martial arts and stature said: I am not him.

If it was the Fulgrim that Guilliman had known for the last time or before, the proud Phoenix would never dress like this, nor would it deny itself like this.

After carefully checking the answer again within one millionth of a millisecond, the Thirteenth Primarch temporarily accepted the answer, but more questions surfaced.

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Like many people here who had doubts, he chose to suppress them all for now - just in time, let him see what kind of results would be achieved by this person who had a 97.42% chance of being the Primarch of the Emperor's Children, Fulgrim himself, and Ezekiel Abaddon, who inherited Horus's appearance and name.

Logically speaking, there shouldn't be any suspense. After all, he had personally experienced Fulgrim's extraordinary swordsmanship nine thousand years ago. The Lord of the Ultramarines did not think that the Chief Captain of the Sons of Horus could last more than thirty rounds under Fulgrim - not even if he had thousands of years of combat experience.

But by the fiftieth round, not only did the black-armored "Fulgrim" roar continuously and speed up the swinging of his saber like a storm, but even Robert Guilliman frowned: Ezekiel Abaddon was indeed no match for "Fulgrim" in speed and combat skills. His armor was broken and scarred. He was hit and pierced by the blade more than once, roaring and bleeding, but his injuries seemed to be continuously healed by something, so that a fatal blow could never come to him.

Finally, the man who looked like Fulgrim seemed to have reached the limit of his patience.

A sound of annoyance came from the strange Dreadnought that had been watching the duel, "Oh, no!", and the golden Garuda dropped the remaining limb in its claws and flew back, shifting its feet on the Dreadnought's shoulders uneasily and guiltily.

"The game is over! Son of Horus!"

The man in black armor finally spoke for the first time through the loudspeaker grid, his loud, beautiful voice echoing through the cave, making it impossible for the veteran Emperor's Children present to deceive themselves and be frightened on the spot - fortunately, they had alert companions, so there were not too many casualties at that moment.

They were stunned, looking at each other in shock. Only Lucius seemed to be less affected. He was still dancing the dance of death among a group of enemies, but he saluted here excitedly.

What happened next was even more shocking: the black-armored giant threw away the Shabar saber, which seemed to have insufficient killing power, and drew out the gear-powered axe he had been carrying. With a shout of joy, the heavy axe broke in two at the axe spine. Then the giant, who was almost certainly Fulgrim, wielded the two axes, one black and one white, with great vigor. His fighting spirit suddenly rose, and he swept towards the great plunderer blessed by the four gods and guarded by evil spirits like a black hurricane.

"Prepare to die! Today is your end!"

"No one can stop me! Not even the Corpse King's son!"

They separated, and like two hurricanes, they finally collided with a clang, and the echo of the first murder of mankind, unable to defeat the ghost that reappeared in the past, roared with anger and irritation through the millions of faces on the swords.

The living people who got too close fell to their knees, some were bleeding from all their orifices, and the psykers had blue flames gushing out of their eyes, mouths, and ears.

The claws and the other power axe also made a teeth-grinding squeaking sound. They were so close, staring at each other through their helmets, and the air crackled and flickered due to the fierce conflict of power between the two.

The sky rumbled above the earth's rock layers, and the boiling waves of the highest sky were also calling their names. At this moment, through these two people, other forces were fighting.

Draconian's unholy lightning surrounded Abaddon, the red energy light illuminated his twisted and hideous face in the Terminator, the eight-pointed star symbol of the Chosen One of the Four Gods shone on his forehead, everyone saw the Warmaster showing his bloody teeth and grinning, the weapon that had killed Sanguinius was raised high, and Sol Tarvitz made a sound similar to a horrific howl.

The tip of the claw chopped off an axe and passed through the chest of the man in black armor, lifting him up and holding him in his hand like a death cage catching a flying bird.

The man he lifted up was bleeding, but he still kicked at his opponent's breastplate and hurled his axe at the Warmaster's unhelmed face -

The Warmaster grinned and raised the weapon in his other hand high, ready to bring it down heavily—

(End of this chapter)