Warhammer: Start with a dog

Destiny Steel

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When thirty soldiers from the 10th Company arrived at the scene, the others had already left and rushed to the next location.

All that could be seen was the ruins in the cabin that were surrounded by the ever-changing force field bubbles on the surface, broken limbs flying everywhere, and several pools of meat that looked suspicious in color and shape.

The horrific and hellish scene made several brothers make angry sounds.

Stay vigilant, brothers. Julius followed Master Emmenut's teachings and cautiously began to use his psychic power. The blue arc of electricity began to surround his head from the outlet of the psychic headband on the back of his head. , like a crown of lightning, Not long after they left, the stench of the lifeless here is still very strong.

He raised his hand, guided his power, and coated the surface of each battle brother's power armor with a thin layer of psychic energy, so that they could pass through the force field bubble and enter the ruins after the fierce battle in small groups.

Vitalier stood beside him, holding his bolter and guarding him vigilantly. Not far away, four warriors from the fourth team were guarding the apothecary apprentice.

They spread out in small teams to search in this hellish space that had stopped. The fragments of human corpses were piled into terrifying cone-shaped hills. The cries and whispers of the lost souls in the subspace suddenly disappeared. The sudden proximity lingered in their ears, constantly trying to seduce them. Fortunately, Julius always shouted the emperor's name to dispel the fog in their minds.

Julius even felt that the speed at which these resentful souls and inanimate beings were driven away was different from what Master Emmenut taught him - many mortal souls would shed tears and do something to him. He didn't know how to respond to the gesture of prayer. He could only send them their final rest - the weak and indescribable ones feared him like snakes and scorpions, while the powerful ones hovered and peered, but they would also be under the wrath of Julius in the name of the emperor. Drink and leave in frustration.

These things are really disgusting. After pulling up his power armor combat boots from the puddle of flesh where the broken teeth and tentacle suckers were vaguely visible, Maxim stamped his feet in disgust and used his The muzzle of the bolter pushed aside the headless and limbless human torso that hung like a curtain above the head.

Every Space Marine wears a helmet, and the breathing grid on it can filter most harmful gases, but the overly strong smell of blood and the bad smell of greasy steam still cannot stop fuming the respiratory organs of the recruits.

I don't want to know what this thing is burning on. Syras, who was following Maxim on his flank, made a face in his helmet. He had just glanced into the extinguished furnace door.

Concentrate, search this place thoroughly, don't let up! Vitalier shouted towards the communication channel, If anyone is frightened by some defeated soldiers here, I will make the whole team laugh at him!

Suddenly - a movement - a sound - a gentle moan, Vitalier's spirit became tense.

To Lyman's ears, it sounded like a human groan, but would humans still exist or survive in such a place?

He adjusted the muzzle of the gun to a suitable angle in his hand, raised his fist at the same time, and made several gestures to the team members behind him.

They nodded to each other, and then Vitalier held the bolter to his chest with the trigger pressed, shouting Head of brothers! and rushed out of the corner of the mountain of corpses.

The expected fierce fighting did not happen.

They saw two figures wearing blood-stained blue and green-edged ceramite power armor hanging there, with blood still dripping from the tips of their power armor boots that hung limply.

The throne is up there.

Still alive! Put them down quickly!

The Vitalier team immediately called the brothers Julius and Parogov.

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Pausanius was weeping.

This soldier with great achievements, unyielding, and a large man even among extraordinary warriors, was curled up in his heart and crying.

He believed in himself, and he also trusted his company commander, Ventris.

They even knelt together on the Garlan Stone - the place where they were sentenced to death by the Codex Astartes. This bond of friendship allowed him to persevere and not immediately after they were finally declared exiled by the Chapter. collapse.

However, even Ventris could not heal the resolute soldier from being deprived of his home.

The experience of being caught aboard the Daemon Engine didn't defeat him, but Hera's Fortress, which closed its doors to him, did.

Pausanius held his battle dagger and stabbed his chest once and again, carving the eagle wings originally on the breastplate into the flesh.

Pausanius was confessing and weeping.

He sank into the abyss of heartbreaking dreams.

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Seriously, what do you think, Julius?

Parogov knelt on the metal floor of the cabin and turned the unconscious big blue-armored warrior over. The huge wound caused by the butcher hook on his back was very deep and bleeding profusely, but it was not fatal to the Astartes. The Apothecary's Apprentice All the wounds were dealt with skillfully, but he obviously noticed some other marks.

I can't say. The think tank apprentice shook his head. It looks like the scars were left after he cut them with a knife. He seemed to want to carve double-headed eagles or similar things on his chest and various parts of his body. But I didn't I've heard that the Ultramarines have this tradition of asceticism. He hesitated, This double-headed eagle looks a bit strange...?

You make me feel very bad when you say that, Julius.

I think I have seen similar graphics in Master Emmenut, but he immediately warned me that it would be very harmful for me to pay attention to these before I started teaching, so I don't know much about it... What is that? This ultimate The Chapter's monks plated his arms with metal?

Obviously not. And this one... Parogov pointed to Ventris, who was also unconscious lying on the other side, ...there are traces of the company's tattoos being burned off on his body.

They both looked at the two ultramarines' shoulder armors that were painted pure blue and had the chapter emblem scratched off.

Their power armor and weapons also have residual marks from the removal of the double-headed eagle and purity mark.

Although they are captives brought by demons, it cannot be ruled out that they are the precursor of some kind of transformation ritual. They are likely to be rebels or traitors - they must be controlled! Julius immediately made a decision, Find some strong shackles first, do you have your neural pulse gun on you?

Of course. Parogov pulled out a small pistol with a golden eagle emblem from the holster on his thigh, but it was obviously not the imperial standard.

If something goes wrong when they wake up later, I will give each of them a shot until the masters come to deal with it.

No problem, what about you?

I'll put a few more purity marks on them, and recite some of the incantations Master Emmenut taught me. This should be able to effectively prevent demons from borrowing their bodies to resurrect.

It is necessary to be cautious, Julius. It is very good that you are always so cautious.

After a while, they called a few brothers and began to carefully tie up and carry the two renegades captured by the demons.

I’ve been writing this long since I read everyone’s comments and support [the warm or witty comments are really heart-warming]

So there probably should be another chapter today (eyes moved)

However, I am usually very busy on weekends, so I will update the next chapter around dinner time, just in time to prepare dinner for everyone (●''●)