Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 554 Meanwhile, others
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Dravula Mokas slumped over with her hands on her shoulders and sat with her head down on the increasingly cold ground of the Blackstone Fortress, letting the breeze from the air leaks blow through her dry hair.

There were only corpses in varying degrees of decay keeping her company. As the relay device that converted Warp energy had been destroyed, the Warp flesh and blood embedded in the Blackstone Fortress was rapidly withering, creating an environment similar to a mini Eye of Terror. The corpse of a Space Wolf was leaning against the wall, half of its power armor had decayed and faded, but the hair on the other half's head was lifelike, still in the first two hours of rigor mortis. At her feet was a pile of organic soil and mineral salts wrapped in Cadian uniforms. A dog tag could be vaguely seen in the dust at the top, reflecting the starlight outside. Further away, there was a layer of corpses of fortress slaves, frozen on the stone by the leaked low temperature, forming a horrible ice sculpture carpet.

The Warmaster had already left with his men, and after destroying the power relay and shield generator, the invaders also left, leaving her alone.

The fortress and she were essentially unable to quickly escape from the battlefield.

She found that she couldn't make the Blackstone Fortress jump into the warp or fire artillery on her own, because she could only do that because there was Abaddon, the noble warmaster, her beloved father. He was here, like a mainstay, directing others to help Mokas slowly kill the Blackstone Fortress, provide energy or maintain the operation of the fortress. But it was almost impossible for her, a child of the void who had never been to the ground and was born in a culture tank, to do this alone.

"Why did you leave me here alone, father? Why didn't you come back?"

She tilted her head back, sniffing, tears welling up in her purple and black eyes. She resisted the urge to cry and thought.

Perhaps the battle situation down below was urgent and her father had to leave her to go to the place where he was most needed. In that case, why didn't he leave a few words of advice, or let her wait for his return in peace?

Maybe he was disappointed in her.

Because Mocas thought back and felt that she had failed to do what she promised him and eliminate the invaders. When she finally faced those three terrifying things, she couldn't help but use the power of the fortress to escape by herself, leaving the intelligence master behind.

This is it.

Once she analyzed why the Warmaster did this, Mocas began to feel some relief and peace of mind.

Then it is very obvious that she made a mistake and did something wrong, and her father abandoned her here. It must be a silent punishment and penalty. After all, a child who did something wrong and ran away does not deserve such gentle words. Isn't this another proof that he regards her as his daughter?
Because he hoped that his daughter, Mocas, could become strong and powerful and help their cause, instead of being a failure like now and destroying their most important fortress, so he treated her so harshly and cruelly. She should have understood and started to follow his painstaking efforts long ago!
This is it.

Her father needed her to return to his place in a stronger, more useful form.

She rolled over and sat up, and began grasping at the ends of the withered Warp flesh, trying to reconnect herself to the Blackstone Fortress and start going online with the communication system.

The Warmaster will not abandon her, as long as he can take her back. She can control and build another Blackstone Fortress for him. She can also hold a glass of wine for him and tell him what his men are thinking. She will be useful, father.

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As if sensing it or at the agreed time, a subspace rift opened up in the sky above Cadia.

The shape that emerged from it was the remnant of a glorious statue of ancient times, repaired and embellished with gifts from the Dark Gods and sacrifices from twisted minds, a crude imitation of her glorious figure ten thousand years ago.

The Spirit of Vengeance, the former flagship of the Sixteenth Legion, appeared here. Behind her was the Eye of Terror that was eternally staring at Cadia. She was that pupil, like a nightmare formed by a distorted dream.

Her machine soul was filled with the power and rage of revenge, and she was so simply eager to kill and destroy. As soon as she appeared, she rushed towards the Phalanx, pouring the death flames and warp energy in her weapon array on it without reservation, but the Enterprise that arrived later immediately fought with her in an incredible way: every time the Spirit of Vengeance wanted to attack a certain position of the Phalanx, or wanted to attack the few remaining Imperial ships, the Enterprise would take the lead and intercept her attack.

This caused Uxio, the Machine Spirit of Vengeance, to scream in anger, the psychic screams of the Machine Spirit that was once a Prospero maiden reverberated across a hundred thousand kilometers, causing mortals to bleed from their mouths and noses, and machines to spark, she charged her weapons, wanting to kill the abominable troublemaker, but the planet spun around, and she heard the painful cries of the Great Reaver from the ground.

This stopped her, and the Spirit of Vengeance immediately turned her attention to what was happening below ground, and she then anxiously teleported the Warmaster with a hole in his chest back to her bridge, and "captured" all the pharmacists, doctors, and wizards on the ship to treat him.

Dravula Mokas - The request communication icon of the Eternal Will of Blackstone Fortress kept flashing on the communication panel, but Ushio completely ignored her.

The Warmaster's current physical condition requires immediate first aid. She will send him to the medical cabin of the Spirit of Vengeance and listen to his commands and requirements, and then take him away from here. She doesn't have time to care about the howling of this useless little thing that the Warmaster had raised before.

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"What a-great work!"

Archmagos Belisarius Cawl raised his four main arms and shouted in triumph, while Archmagos Klan stretched out all his mechanical arms and working tentacles to calibrate the green alien text projections and slates floating around him or in front of him, while excitedly cooling down the burning chip that was about to be overloaded.

"We are--! Almost--! Finish--! The start-up work--!"

"To be precise, the progress has reached 99.99%." The good-tempered Sage Clan, who had his previous data taken away and was regarded as a barely qualified assistant, did not get angry because he really admired the genius of the great sage. At the same time, the extra servo skull installed on his shoulder began to rotate and scan around somewhat uneasily.

There was nothing here except the gentle hum of servos, pistons, and reactors on themselves and their guards.

"Indeed, there is only one last step left. Start it! Then we will be able to see the dark matter resonance starting from the first quantum entangled state, unfolding the entire Black Stone Matrix with the Fibonacci sequence, and finally putting the entire Cadia megastructure online! After that, everything!" The Great Sage of Domination shook his beast-like body, "Everything will be over! Whoosh!"

"Yes, that's right..." The sage who had devoted himself to studying the Blackrock Spire for many years in Cadia answered absentmindedly. Although he was still connected to the console and the progress bar was growing normally, Cawl also noticed that the Crusaders and mechanical guards belonging to Klan also began to patrol the surroundings, as if they were investigating something.

"Kran, what's wrong? Do you want to record a 360-degree video of us accomplishing this great feat? That's understandable. This is indeed the most critical moment of an epic feat that deserves to be recorded in every detail! We are going to save the Empire today!"

Cawl happily connected the mechanical tentacles that emerged from the mechanical nest in his abdomen to the wiring holes on the black stone creature they identified as the Blackstone Spire's control console. Yes, it was very appropriate. These alien creatures, which were tens of millions of years old or even older, not only used standard human units to construct buildings and equipment, but were also very considerate enough to leave the most popular Imperial-Mars Mechanicus universal adapter read-write sockets on the surface.

The Great Sage stretched out his slender fingers into the green holographic image panel with many layers popping up in front of him, and carefully and steadily outlined the last string of rune commands that they had researched to activate the undead, while whispering praises for the blessing and protection of Om Messiah.

"I still think there's someone else here besides us," Crane said, helping Kaur stabilize the electromagnetic field around the device.

"But my armored cabin destroyers are stationed even on the ceiling and underground. They will not miss any movement of the invaders. Although there are only scanning arrays underground, they never stop..." He muttered, "Oh, hell, it's true. I have some accumulated battle sequences and observation data that have been postponed and I didn't go to see them..."

"What? Are there any enemies?" Sage Clan had already arched his steel spine, looking like a frightened animal in a red robe with its fur standing on end. "My mecha scan data shows normal, but I always feel something is wrong. Someone has been hiding from us!"

"No...oh...nothing serious...they were fighting the big predator in the biggest hall we passed through, that's it, nothing."

"What?!" Sage Clan shouted, "Who are you talking about?! Who are you fighting with?!"

"Oh, that's right. What my servoskull captured was that Creed and his men were fighting on the other side with some enemies that my previous data had marked as Abaddon's personal guards. There was also a special reaction point inside. I think that was Ezekiel Abaddon... It's not a big problem. Let's activate the matrix quickly!" "We have to help them! We have to save Cadia! Great Sage!"

"We have to start this great project first, Cran, obviously. I agree that sometimes we should be more emotional, which will help us to be more inspired and passionate when doing research, but I suggest that the personality chip should still properly adjust the amplitude of ups and downs. For example, the three personality structures I chose this time are worth learning from. Do you need to share the template? I can share it with you later."

"Thank you, Great Sage, but no matter what you say, I have to take my Skitarii with me..."

The tail end of Sage Clan's words dissipated in the solidified air.

The energy of the High Heaven calls out to the afterimages of the ancient battlefield where fathers, sons and brothers killed each other at the other end of the tunnel. On the contrary, the other side separated by the chaotic time and space river of the Warp is frozen, just like the resin that forms amber dripping from a higher dimension into the cave mold surrounded by black stone.

The silver alien hooded giant, holding a scepter in his hand, walked out of the dimensional chamber leisurely.

"Ah, Lord of the Hunt, I am truly pleased with your work."

“Thank you, my lord.” The cloaked Death Sign blew away the non-existent hunting ground dust on the decomposition gun in his hand with a non-existent breath, “But we still have a competing hunter who needs to be dealt with.”

"Varied……"

The unique footsteps of the Astartes' boots appeared out of thin air on the still ground of time.

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The two green flames in Trazyn's death mask seemed to shrink and dim a little.

“Rare.”

The other party nodded to them.

"Perhaps today is not a good time to collect, Overlord."

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"You... Logically, your race should not allow you to deviate from the path of your destiny planner. But you seem to be on a different path from your own."

"Indeed, He is the designer of the tapestry of fate, the master planner of billions of plans," the sudden visitor replied calmly, "but the teaching I received from my Lord is that if He is the change of fate itself, then as long as we let the change change faster than the change, we will always find a place in the longitude and latitude for us to pass through the eye of the needle, and that is my path."

The silver metal death mask of the tall alien lord seemed to make a squinting, very human expression.

"Well said. But you yourself are also a very good collectible. My measuring accessories can sense the space-time disturbance radiation on your body that has witnessed an unusual history. Perhaps you are interested in visiting my museum?"

The black-armored priest on the opposite side sighed, "As expected."

"Is that so?" The museum director of Solomnas took a small cube in his hand with interest.

Then the priest opened the thick book he had hanging from his belt, and the pages turned, and from it emerged a symbol that every undead noble recognized.

"My lord," the hunting master reminded.

"Damn it. Thanks, Gamemaster. My optics are fine. I saw it. But maybe..."

The face that resembled Roboute Guilliman stared at him with a Honsou smile.

"Ms. Warden is synchronizing with the time and space coordinates here. This time, she is assisted by the Master of Astrology."

"That's impossible! Orikan is still buried down there—"

"At another time, the master astrologer I brought with me was quite...angry."

"What the hell!"

Before the curse fell into the dust on the ground, the figure of the alien giant disappeared as the dimensional chamber unfolded.

Before Belisarius Caul and Clan could return to the moment when time began to flow, the priest did not leave immediately. With a flash in his eyes, he took a step towards the side of the talented great sage and opened the book again.

This time when the pages stopped turning, a long and narrow weapon emerged from inside. It was made of a very hard stone, and the handle changed between bone white and blood red, but its original crafting method did not affect its sharpness. Its edge could still easily cut through any substance.

He held it carefully, trying to use it to slowly cut through the only part of the Great Sage's human flesh and blood that was left and the connection between the machine - where his jaw and neck were connected.

No.

In the first second of contact, countless lightning-fast images unfolded before him.

He retracted the dagger, sighed softly, and disappeared without a trace.

Time is back.

Belisarius Cawl's fingertips completed the final stroke of the activation code rune.

(End of this chapter)