Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 553: Disappearing like a dream
The Phalanx was vibrating.

The first third of the first second.

Originally, this huge fortress warship, which had almost started semi-autonomous operation when the mechanical priest shouted "This is the blessing miracle of Om Messiah", was unloading most of its Astartes crew and firing at the Black Stone Fortress Eternal Will and the Black Legion Fleet in mid-air. At the same time, its huge body was entrenched here like a giant dragon, while also taking into account the task of guarding the air above the Erichen Plain and Kraftburg. The Enterprise used its extraordinary speed to shuttle around the planet, like a tiger pouncing on every enemy who dared to fight back against its terrifying firepower.

The Blackstone Fortress, whose shields were destroyed by the Space Wolves, Cadians and passing masters and apprentices, was wailing under its salvos. The towering mountains on the surface of Cadia disappeared entirely under its bombardment, and were buried under tens of millions of tons of earth, rocks and bones along with the enemies around them, or even turned into dust before that.

The abandoned Daughter of Blackstone was no longer able to repair the alien fortress on her own. Its captain and other important systems had been dismantled alive before the Warmaster was teleported to the ground. Della Ulla Mokas only found some shapeless meat that had been trampled by Terminator boots in the captain's room, as well as the psychic echoes of the captain and other technical officers before their deaths - replaying them over and over again, Blackstone silently recorded everything.

The guns of the other Black Legion ships were no match for the Phalanx, nor could they penetrate its shields, which operated differently than most other Imperial ships.

Therefore, this vibration was not caused by being hit on the fortress itself.

The servants of Om Messiah, along with the Imperial Fists' technical sergeants, auxiliary officers, and chapter servants who remained in the monastery fortress, desperately checked any equipment and system failures they could think of.

But everything is fine.

The Phalanx is in good shape. In fact, its current condition may be the best it has been in thousands of years since it became increasingly dilapidated but could not be repaired due to technological gaps and its cabins were constantly sealed.

But everyone heard it, even those who were not mechanical priests could feel it, that the floating fortress of the Imperial Fist was roaring, raging, and vibrating.

The Phalanx was vibrating.

The second third of the first second.

This vibration is not due to damage or some kind of physical harm, but rather to a connection on a non-material level, a resonance engraved in mysterious concepts and subspace energies.

At first, only a few Imperial Fists Librarians could feel this invisible resonance.

The last thing the Librarians could do in the astonished eyes of their comrades was to shout out Dorn's name loudly and screamingly. Then, these rock-hard psychic experts in rock and land were struck by the voice and call that appeared in their heads, and fell to their knees like bull moose that were hit in the head, emitting blue psychic flames from their eyes, ears and mouths.

Gradually, other ordinary members of the Imperial Fists also began to receive this transmitted resonance. One by one, they felt the darkness, depth, coldness, despair, and bitterness in the depths of their hearts. Their serious jaws became loose, their eyes became empty and dull, and their limbs twitched and trembled uncontrollably, as if their limbs had experienced a long, silent and grief-stricken cry.

Lysander stood in the center of the battlefield, running back and forth as if he had realized something but didn't know why. Although he was also filled with inexplicable pain and sadness, he was still able to run on the ground to protect his brothers who suddenly fell down. It seemed that he alone could not fight against the battle line that began to have flaws everywhere, and his friendly forces were also caught off guard, but fortunately, they still had the Iron Warriors.

As soon as Dantioch noticed the change, he had already ordered his subordinates to go to their side and surround them, like a group of lions guarding their cubs. For the first time, Shantuo put away his face that was always a little frivolous, and descended in front of the Vulcan Titan Legion. In the shocked eyes of everyone, this war blacksmith had transformed into a living walking war. Countless weapons emerged from his body, and any of the most terrifying weapons ever made by humans began to fire. Some were so vicious and powerful that even the demons in the corrupted God's machines and the crew members who merged with them began to scream terribly in the never-ending flames.

Hong Suo was in the cave. In addition to being shocked, he activated the shield with all his strength, and all the soldiers who had been assigned to his team were protected by him.

A speechless person, deep in his heart, suffering from an endless cycle of pain in an infinite maze.

The Phalanx was vibrating.

The first second is about to pass.

Underground in the Erichion Plains.

The mechanical Garuda flew out like a golden shuttle shining in the sun and pecked at the war commander's eyes.

The Black Contemptor's fearless Shabar saber no longer held back or concealed itself, and slashed at the arm wrapped in Horus' claws amid the shouts of surprise and confusion from the Emperor's Children and Lucius.

Before these two peerless warriors could unite to rescue their most proud child and disciple, Robert Guilliman had already raised his relic pistol and fired at the Son of Horus, who was now as large as his genetic father. His muzzle was steady and his marksmanship was accurate. His special decomposition particles hit the Warmaster's neck and wrists, trying to force him to lose the ability to harm his prey.

But all these rescues may be in vain. Suddenly, such spiritual enlightenment flows in their hearts, especially those who have been close to certain special moments.

An indescribable electric current flowed through the Primarchs' spines. They felt the coldness and darkness coming from above and behind their heads. Even though they were Primarchs, or rather, precisely because they were genetic Primarchs, they could feel the cold, huge and evil gazes of the four gods in the High Heaven more clearly than anyone else here.

Those gazes were so huge, so ancient, existing in the past, existing in the present, and passing through time. In their eyes, they seemed to see the red, vertical eye opened on Abaddon's chest, the heads of long-dead warriors swaying on his trophy rack, and the tattered wolfskin cloak slanting across his back, blown by the burning wind of the Sea of ​​Souls.

The Primarchs suddenly realized at this moment that they had become part of a huge conspiracy plan, and they were here to witness it all, to witness everything that was going to happen next.

On a desk at the other end of time and space, the black and white plush tyrant let out a low growl of threat, his claws moving quickly while issuing commands one after another - in front of him, Sigismund had already opened the interface cable on his body and connected himself to the system of Magna Dorn, whose eyes were closed and steaming and flashing blue light again, to assist him.

The gods were whispering excitedly on their thrones, and one of them even ate up the interest on the previous account all at once. Now his territory was frantically encroaching on the territories of others, and the great demons and legions under their command were also ready to go, laughing or glaring at each other. Surrounding the throne of the god they served, there was more than one throne -

Amid the brilliance of the decomposed particles and the light of the golden beak and platinum saber, the claws of Horus still began to close, pierce, and crush irresistibly.

The three brothers felt cold all over, and heard in disbelief what they should not have heard ten thousand years ago or ten thousand years later: the sound of one brother coughing up the blood in his lungs, the sound of one brother's spine and ribs being unable to bear the weight, and the sound of one brother's body about to break.

Gradually, the "outside" of this cave hall seemed to become larger, more spacious and more chaotic.

It was as if the dimension they were in was stretching out and melting away in all directions. They began to drift away from reality, like a lotus that had left its branch and landed on the water, carried farther and farther by the tides of the highest heaven. Creed, sensing something, had ordered everyone to begin shrinking the defense circle toward the black stone hall. In various places in the corridors where the black stone walls had been severely damaged, something disturbing began to emerge, something that looked like fog, more like a tide, or the embodiment of a person's deepest nightmare.

In addition to the hostile Black Legion members, the Luna Wolves, Death Guard, Emperor's Children, Ironhearts, Ultramarines, Salamanders, Black Templars, Cadia's Eighth Regiment, Vostronia, Tanis, Capek Eagles, and an Inquisitor were all shocked to see that the mouths of all the remaining Space Wolves who still retained their human form, even their Wolf Lords, began to bulge out under the influence of this mist, turning into long, hairy snouts, suspicious ears protruding from the hair, long fangs and recurved joints, all visible, and there was no room for non-mutants to make excuses. In the center of the cave, the devil's face on the back of Horus's claw was jubilant, and the magic sword Draconion was raised high, shining with greedy and malicious light. After 40,000 years and more than 9,000 years, they will happily accept the soul of its latest prey, and there will be more delicious flesh and souls that cannot find their way back next.

Is it really?

In the corner of the cave hall, a being descended in the body of his offspring, and the vocal cords of twenty-two Emperor Champions issued a sacred thunderous sound with noble anger.

"This time, I won't say 'goodbye', because I will stop all this from happening! Go back to where you belong! I will protect them forever and will never be killed by you!"

The wind started to blow in the cave, where more corridors, arches, kilometers-high stained glass windows, endlessly replicated doorways, collapsed ruins, and a soul-devouring mist rose up behind them.

Like the never-ending planetary storm in the Inverte Arctic, like a super hurricane formed by millions of farewells from the severed past and millions of unspoken words of regret, longing and wailing, it carries with it the angry roar and mournful sigh of the last idealist left behind, slapping the cold, dry and fresh air and snowflakes on everyone's cheeks.

The Black Templars - the descendants of Dorn, who remained on Cadia. At this moment, there are the original eighty-eight of them in this underground hall, and there are also twenty-two who came with the Enterprise, all of them are champions of the Emperor. These one hundred and ten sons of Dorn knelt on the ground together, their black power armor covered with frost and snow. They knelt on one knee, and their hands supported their weapons, either swords, axes, or scepters.

The same action was that they all pressed their foreheads tightly against the weapons in their hands and closed their eyes.

A large, responsible voice, resonating with the tones of iron and stone, declared majestically.

"The sanctuary has been completed!"

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"The Saint is about to come!"

The giant in golden armor was born from "nothingness" and "rules", and in the temple forged by the souls and beliefs of his descendants, he forged a perceptible body with the power of the fallen and unawakened gods.

The Storm Fang emerged from the storm and was held in the hand wrapped in golden armor.

Space and time flickered.

The ten-kilometer-high stained glass window was decorated with a huge Horus Eye. Through the huge stained glass window on the hull, they saw the void ships fighting outside and the burning Terra.

Robert Guilliman, the only Primarch here who could still breathe a sigh of relief, took a deep breath.

“What is this…? You…”

Under the joyful, surprised and complicated gazes of four brothers and a warmaster, the giant in golden armor raised the sword in his hand high - platinum flames burned on the blade, surrounded by black electric light.

The chainsword now looked so small in front of the Warmaster's body, which had been elevated and enlarged to seem infinite.

The style of this chainsword is not at all suitable for piercing.

The giant in golden armor used it to make an extremely fast stab.

Faster than the fastest changing thing in the world.

The tip of the sword went straight in, piercing through the Anointed One's Chaos Armor, breaking through the evil spirit guarding his body, and going straight into his heart.

Three figures.

One was golden, one was black, and the other one slid to the ground as the claw of Horus was loosened, bleeding all over the ground.

The two figures who were still standing remained frozen for a short while, or perhaps a very long time.

Then, a ball of light burst out.

This is the first cry of the mystery of reality.

The light from the core of a star created a huge shock wave in the subspace. In the real universe, people were also blinded by the waves of light.

When the waves of light began to dissipate and people finally regained their vision, the enemies, those terrible invaders, demons and the embodied will of the four gods, all that remained here were the black-armored demigod that fell on the ground and a pool of pure black blood like ink, with a pierced piece of meat in the center that had four colors, four kinds of erosion, and four kinds of changes. If you stay on it for one more second, you will begin to hear the temptation and summons of the dark god.

"Fu... Pallas!" The Contemptor Fearless and the Mechanical Bird hurried over, followed closely by the Potion Master.

Guilliman walked up to the piece of meat and found that it was a pierced heart. The Thirteenth Primarch took out the scroll from his body and wrapped it carefully to avoid further contamination.

He stood up again and looked around, only the Black Templar was still standing there.

——The original body in golden armor has disappeared without a trace like a dream.

(End of this chapter)