Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 60 N·S
  Destiny Steel

Side hangar
  Stormhawk gunship ready

The wreckage exploration team is gathering

"Stone Forger" Soltarn stood there melancholy. As the second company commander, he was told that he was selected to be the leader of this team-building activity of "the old lead the new and lead the new recruits on an autumn outing".

Yes, autumn outings. As a veteran who has fought the entire Great Crusade and witnessed how the Sixteenth Legion and the Warmaster went from holding high the battle flag to destruction, Soltarn W. Bronn feels that what he has to do next is It is basically equivalent to leading these chirping new blood brats to land on the insignificant wreckage of the Mechanical Ark for an autumn outing.

Oh, Lord of Iron. He looked at the neatly assembled group in front of him, but every recruit inside looked as tender as a piece of unquenched bronze. The two teams thought desperately, maybe the one who gave up, Frix, was us. The truly lucky one among them, because no matter what, he was still able to die heroically in battle as a pure steel warrior.

Soltarn's height had grown uncomfortably and abnormally by about twenty-two centimeters over the past period of time, and now he had a new vision that was very different from the combat calibration habits of the past ten thousand years.

His leg length and wingspan also increased accordingly, so much so that the armory received a casting order that had to drastically modify his original armor and add a small number of tactical dreadnought components to make him Put on your power armor again.

His weapons have all been modified, with larger sizes, faster rates of fire, and more firepower and power.

Soltarn also noticed that his original affinity to the earth may have increased to a certain extent.

——Everything is changing for the better, but every change makes Soltarn more depressed.

He didn't know what was wrong with him. Perhaps since Frix's death, he had been too pessimistic about the father of genes.

But look at that person who deceived the world and dared to use the name of his dead legion commander, tarnishing the little bit of pitiful glory he had after his death, and the thing of chaos that was stolen from the left hand of the father of genes——

Heart of Steel! The Gene Father he saw every day was more handsome and majestic than the day before. This kind of thing that could never be considered a normal development in the Eye of Fear made Soltarn and others shocked and deeply frightened by it. That day.

Soltarn W. Bronn will never forget that ten thousand years ago, their father's lying, despicable silver-haired brother, naked, tattooed and oiled, wrapped only in a cloak, groaned from the twisted and fanatical The debauched and debauched scene in front of the Iron Warriors was surrounded by descendants who had also undergone various twisted surgeries on a modified human body in a sedan chair.

Just recalling the details of the meeting between the two legions, Soltarn felt sick to his stomach.

It is unimaginable that the Primarchs and Astartes would willingly regard this as some kind of glorious change?
  Such lies, depravity, excess and distortion are only worthy of turning into mud trampled under our feet by iron boots!

——And that Hong Suo who is colluding with the inanimate and colluding with others! That half-blood traitor! Bastard! Trying to poison the entire legion every day!

Thinking of the blood and genes from the eternal enemy flowing in his body at this moment, Soltarn once again felt the urge to commit suicide.

He immediately suppressed it deep in his heart.

And tell yourself.

The time has not come...

The warning light came on, the side door of the hangar opened, and a Space Marine wearing a linen robe in addition to black armor strode forward and walked into their team.

It was the acting chaplain, Soltarn recognized, Julius Omar, a very powerful psyker who was "nominally" the chaplain of their "chapter".

"Carry the Emperor's will as your torch, with it destroy the shadows! Carry the Emperor's will as your torch, with it destroy the shadows!"

"Torch Candle Emperor Zhizhi, destroy the sprites in the hole!"

ah. Lord of Iron.

He saw every veteran except for the recruits of the Tenth Company shaking their heads or waving their weapons—obviously not out of excitement.

"Brothers! We are the descendants of Guilliman, the sons of the Silver Skull! Do not bring shame to the name of our father!"

Blood of steel. Can you shut up?

"Primus inter pares! OBEY OR DIE! For my father and the Emperor!"

Why do I have to endure this? !
  The voice of this irritating brat shouting the Corpse King's name shocked my ears!
  And why wasn't he attacked? !
  The old mason's eyes stared in disbelief at the Book of Holy Scriptures that Julius held in his hand, and he excitedly used it to bless his teammates. On that ancient human skin book, the signature that was so religiously decorative that it looked like a pattern mark wasn't... no matter how you looked at it, it looked like a book that the Seventeenth Legion would come to snatch when they saw it, and it had the power to summon demons. A ten thousand-year-old evil thing.

"We have finished praying and are ready to go, Captain Soltarn. - Captain Soltarn?"

The acting priest wearing a white skull helmet completed his pre-war mobilization and blessing, and his red eyepiece was staring closely at Soltarn.

The latter had subconsciously taken out his power ax and was about to hit the center of the opponent's head——

Julius saw that the calm Second Captain, Brother Soltarn, seemed to have tears in his eyes because of listening to the emperor's motto, and even pulled out his weapon excitedly.

It seems that I did okay and I will do better next time.

So he thought.

"Let's get going."

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After about fourteen minutes passed, the two teams led by Soltarn successfully landed on the surface of the wreckage of the Mechanical Ark through the hooks and halyards on the Storm Eagle.

"This piece of debris doesn't even look like it has any other suitable place besides a metal recycler," Igor muttered in his Terminator power armor, the magnetic locking of his armored boots allowing him to navigate the rugged terrain. walking on a metal surface.

"The outer structure is completely torn apart. It looks like it was hit from the main part by some kind of huge asteroid or something else."

Maxim said, using his power fist to lift the last steel beam stuck crookedly in the passage. With a creaking and distorted echo, the road was opened, and the dark passage inside could be seen. It should have been A very wide structure that can now only accommodate two Terminators passing side by side. Broken pipes and sagging cables are slowly floating in the vacuum and dust particles.

Walking in the front row were two monk brothers wearing Terminator power armor. Their helmet spotlights had been turned on, and the cold light beam illuminated the lifeless surface of the wreckage.

Soltarn's auspicious omen has long been linked to other people. As the kid said, there is nothing here, not even insects. Firstly, it is not big enough, and secondly, there is really nothing here that can make it move. The environment in which living things survive.

"But - there will be no problem with the scanning results of our mother ship's sensors," the old stonemason pondered for a moment, "We have cleared the obstacle and advanced about eighty-five feet, and are about to reach the core area. Report the communication status."

"The communication status is normal."

"Captain Soltarn, there's something here that looks like it's still functioning, it's unbelievable."

Everyone clenched their weapons, and they carefully approached the skewed and closed experimental cabin in the standard tactical formation of the legion ten thousand years ago.

It looked like a self-contained unit custom-built for special circumstances, miraculously surviving in the ruins, dust and other dust covering its surface, but the faint little lights indicating the mechanical operation were still flickering.

"I guess it is the signal sent by its emergency transmitter, but the energy has been lost for too long, and the signal is too weak. If it were not so close, the Steel's sensor is so sensitive that it would not be received at all."

The second company commander asked the others to stay alert, then stepped forward and brushed away the thick dust on the surface of the hatch with his gauntleted hands.

"This is……?"

Through the small observation glass window on the hatch, you can vaguely see a golden bird deep in this heavy training warehouse and an old man with long black hair and pale skin who has penetrating wounds on his right shoulder and abdomen. Stat was sleeping.

A nameplate shines under the spotlight.

"N·S"

　Gua————

　　Second update completed

　　Hey, is there anything you don’t understand? The author has stated the answer clearly——

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)