Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 86 Atlas
  [Perturabo! ! ! ! ! ! ! 】

[Perturabo! ! ! ! ! ! ! You said it was okay! ! ! ! ! ! ! 】

He stood there, unable to move because of the dislocation between what he saw and felt and the true emotional response and physical body of human beings.

He screamed silently in his heart, his hands and feet were cold, and he felt that his lips and limbs were numb.

No, his body is so powerful, he can obviously react before everyone else - at least - but he can't control - can't control -!
  【Syras! ! ! ! ! Syras! ! ! ! ! ! ! He has become like that! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! He has become like that! ! ! ! ! Perturabo! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! 】

【Leave him. 】

In the eyes of others, the Chapter Leader stands like a towering mountain, a reliable front line where they can obtain protection and support at any time - the missile launch bays on the back of the Chapter Leader's power armor have all been raised to the launch position. , and the individual void shield, which is relatively large in scope, has also been opened——

"I'm sorry."

A voice suddenly appeared on the communication channel, or appeared in everyone's mind. It was as sharp as gold and jade, and it was like the melting water of cold mountain glaciers that instantly soaked into the brain grooves of the listener.

【Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh eh? 】

【Ah. 】

"Before I put Syras together I must ask a question."

As the speaker's calm words unfolded, it was obviously just the most ordinary words, but the effect it brought was that Lamizane didn't know how to describe it, incredible, uh, Optimus Jade Pillar? Atlas that holds up the sky?
  In short, in his eyes, the images and readings displayed through the eyepiece and retina showed that the chaotic spatial fluctuations began to stabilize, the curtain of the real dimension began to become thick again, and the monster from the green garden roared angrily and refused. , acid, dirt, and other disgusting pus spilled out from its bloody mouth along with visceral fragments.

Through the unstable swaying curtain and fog, Lamizane saw what was hidden behind this huge demon. Some passage was opened, and the residence of the triple cycle master appeared in front of him. The situation made him immediately feel... Unbearably, I closed my eyes, retaining only the image of pure data.

This thing here cannot be accurately described, and this thing here cannot be truly understood.

If a mortal speaks it, it will dissolve into pus, and if a mortal understands it, it will turn into an egg of chaos.

If we had to describe it in terms that 2K humans can understand, it would be a vast garden made up of rolling black stars and everything in the dying world.

Its ground is a swamp exuding endless corrupt vitality and death, a rotten, warm galaxy that is gradually melting in despair. It is so huge that it can cover the entire nebula, and it is so twisted that it can be compared to maggots that greedily eat the fresh vitality, a plague that infects the stars and the galaxy, and brings endless corruption and twisted ecstasy. Give life to everything, turning everything it goes into filthy and unclean lifeless and immortal things. This is a cauldron shining with the light of a putrid and poisonous plague, in which something extremely filthy is brewing. "He" saw "his" brother falling, restoring, and being firmly controlled by that thing.

All glory has faded, all hope is gone.

Countless voices, in pain and despair, were forced to groan out hymns for the Great One. Cry forever for that which never comes.

A woman is crying.

Even if you can only hear the sound of such desperate cries, you can imagine her beauty and vitality.

Like the song of the sirens.

Who?
  He struggled not to look again toward that unholy place of despair.

But his body began to lift his feet uncontrollably——

The voice rang in my ears again in time.

As smoothly as a hot knife cuts through fat animal fat, it cuts through the entire scene of despair and almost getting worse.

"Why are you all rushing towards that valve and firing?"

The demon's roar became softer, the putrid smell faded, the ground returned to a hard metal floor, and the thick unnatural fog gradually became thinner.

All the disturbing sounds began to fade away like an ebbing tide on a beach.

People stopped and began to look at each other warily but more confusedly.

"My eyes tell me that the target you are planning to bombard with heavy firepower is the emergency vacuum valve on deck B8."

The eyepieces on Parogov Nilaydoa's white helmet shone a bright iris blue, like a bright comet streaking across the skyline.

"Since destroying it will suck us all out of the ship - and probably prevent me from recovering the gene-seed of Syras, I must prevent you from doing so." The Apothecary's Apprentice's white power armor and surgical light are here. It stands out like a bright beacon in the ghost world.

The ground beneath Parogov's feet was a clean steel gray.

The big golden bird behind his head spread its wings silently.

[Ah ah ah ah well done! You are indeed the reliable and quiet Parogov! ! ! ! ! 】

【snort! ! 】

The shocked Lamizane secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his power armor helmet, and was about to announce that he would regroup and restrain poor Syras and calibrate their map——

The newly hard ground began to feel strange again, and winding streams began to wash over the soles of everyone's feet in the scorching desert.

[I (Gutera swears): Is this the end of the horse-riding horse? ! Come again? ! Again? ! Who is it this time? ! 】

[Oh, it’s quite surprising that he is the final one this time. It seems that some people have greatly increased their strength recently. 】

【what? 】

[Nothing, don’t move. He'll take care of it. 】

【he? Who is he? 】

【Humph. 】

"What just happened?" Vitalier asked confused, holding his power ax in both hands as if he was about to chop down something. "What's going on?!"

"No matter what just happened, hold on to your bolter and remember to free fire," Maxim replied, switching the plasma back into a bolter. "This doesn't look like it's over yet."

"What is this... Your Majesty, Your Majesty."

Igor raised one of his combat boots, and the silver surface was stained by scarlet liquid under the light of the searchlight.

"Why is there so much blood here?"

As the blood mist gradually rose higher, the novices of the 41st Millennium saw an army of bloodletters sitting on huge and terrifying mounts of brass and steel appearing on the opposite side of the increasingly transparent curtain. They formed eight neat formations - every breath of those ferocious beasts spewed out thick smoke with thunderous echoes, while their hooves kicked up bursts of smoke.

“Enough is so sick of some haunting stalker.”

Someone said this behind their backs.

Then some same power from above gave each man a stomach-churning tug on his belly button.

The next second.

This undefeated team found themselves standing on the lower deck of the Destiny Steel, in the not-so-bright but neat passage illuminated by lights on the B8 deck.

Except for Syras, who lay at his feet and was split into two pieces and getting colder.

"pharmacist------!!!!!!!!"

　It's too cold today...

　　Halfway through writing, I realized that all the areas where my finger joints were inflamed due to working in a too cold room were red, swollen and itchy, so I quickly took out the heater and turned it on (
  　　You must not neglect labor protection just because you think you can withstand an antibiotic, because you will really get arthritis that recurs every year like the author did.

　　Also, although this is what I wanted to write, it was really difficult for Fat Brother to write. I revised it several times.

　　I wrote a little bit of what I wanted to reveal. All I can say is haha ​​(you)
  　　Because after all, this is Warhammer, and it’s Chaos (eyes moving)
  　　A cozy bedtime story to accompany book lovers, slowly unfolding!

　　The next big event is... I will write about that at the end of the month!
  　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)