Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 313 Latte is coffee, coffee is also latte
Tick.

The first drop of blood fell.

Talos's eyes were closed tightly, and the eyeballs under his eyelids were trembling at high speed.

He is watching.

The prophet of the Eighth Legion was watching, looking at all the people he had brought to Thesa Guarsa.

He saw them fall one after another, and one after another meet the uncomfortable ending.

Although for people like them, these endings don't seem to be...the worst.

Once again, he saw the last images of the members of the First Claw fighting their alien foes.

First came the Charr, the Invincible Charr, the Mighty Charr, and he saw once again his best brother, the strongest warrior of them all—perhaps he would become famous in the wight's false empire. A champion who meets his end or continues to fight in false but dazzling glory - but he falls in the phantom of glory that he longs for in his heart. Only one person knows his legend, and his name will be praised by no one. is the first.

Sirion was the second, but his death was by no means in line with the ending that anyone who knew him would have in his impression of the man who always said hello with a smile. The Smiling Lord died of the alien's sorcery flames and was killed by those who The abominable witch was burned into a charred corpse in the armor in inhuman pain. The prophet saw that she was still crawling forward in the direction of the enemy, and she was still holding him tightly in her outstretched hand. bolter.

He blinked, and the second sight image changed? Talos had never experienced an immediate change during the same omen sight, it was like having hot milk poured into a cup of black Reca coffee that was about to be consumed - why this metaphor?

Lufrix - Ah, Lufrix, commander of the Weeping Eye, the rotting corpse of the long-dead Eighth Army's past dreams of flight, he and his raptor kin over the ruins of the Dark City Screaming and fighting with those abominable creatures with pointed ears, who had huge wings on their shoulder blades and held sharp long blades in their hands, bleeding the scarred raptors until they fell to the ground. But those hateful alien birds were also torn apart by the bloody eyes' desperate counterattack. The black and red blood of humans and aliens sprayed on the ground like raindrops, regardless of each other.

Valier and Selion are not friendly and have no interactions with each other. It can even be said that they hate each other. However, after the witch fire of the banshee swallowed up Selion, it passionately and quickly embraced Valier with a kind of black cruel humor. Lieer, the cruel skinner, master of anatomy and pharmacist, was holding not a weapon but a first-aid tool when he was finally burned to death.

Which future is going to happen? This was unlike anything he had ever seen before, when he ended up alone and faced death...

wrong.

Yes, yes, raindrops, it started to rain. The cold rain slapped his cheeks mercilessly. There were so many killings mixed in this sudden heavy rain that was like crying, so that the heavy rain seemed to fall from the sky. Scarlet blood... rain...? Is there such a big drop of blood...?
Wait, scarlet... airdrop pod...? More scarlet...Thunderhawk...the one at the front...is that his Dark End...? Septimus? Octavia? ! How dare he disobey his master's last order! Octavia should have been escorted by Dietrian and Valier, and Talos and the others would attract alien attacks on the ground. Then they could take the opportunity to commit suicide on the Cursed Echo with the last seeds and new blood. Escape from here in the huge disturbance caused by hitting the ground...

Completely different futures were playing out faster and faster in front of him, like a cruel lottery wheel. The price of a mistake was the difference between life and death. He had to let it stop and determine the correct one before he could wake up. Sufficient warning to his primarch and brothers.

Markutian, the rare noble and loyal Markutian among them, their poet and heavy weapon wielder, left his lifeless explosives behind to protect his brothers from the howling alien Kalshiels. Instead of running away, he chose to pull out his combat dagger to protect his brothers. He did not take a step back until those skinny witches tore him into pieces with their slender curved blades. He did not take a step back until he fell.

Valier? He just saw that Valier had already...

Ursus, Ursus, this time Talos saw clearly, Ursus, poor Ursus, Ursus was once extremely alert, Talos's intuition was right, he still did not ask any Chaos The Supreme offered his loyalty, but the mark that was unknowingly and forcibly planted in the Eye of Fear has penetrated deeply into his flesh and blood. When he fell, he was still trying to express the apology and gratitude that he could no longer say... …Thanks Talos for trusting him…

Reinforcements...?
But every time he was the last one left.

Every time he saw the ending, he watched everyone die, and the last one was left to be killed alone.

There is no warrior leader.

No edged weapons. There are no prophets of the future.

Reinforcements...?
In this forgotten edge of the galaxy, who will save a group of declining people who are unwilling to commit themselves to the Black Legion and vow to take revenge on the Throne of Lies?

His eyes grew dry and ached as he saw the gleaming winged skulls gleaming against ceramite and adamantine.

"Listen. My son. Talos, the hunter of souls." An unusually familiar voice sounded faintly beside him. "There is no doubt. Even I foresee that the future is not unchangeable."

Talos's lips trembled, almost wincing, "My father, King of the Night, can even your prophecy be changed?"

"Well... although I don't want to admit it, it is true after watching too many operations of a certain weirdo. Even if I know the process, there are still too many operable parts - well, shit, I think, they It can indeed be manipulated under certain circumstances - the guy told me that although Reca coffee can be Reca latte after adding milk, how can Reca latte not be a Reca coffee. "

A clear emotion that had never been seen before poured into the prophet's soul, and he turned his head excitedly - there was no tall and noble body of the Lord of the Night as he expected - the shining thing was the Crown of the Night, but that black and white mass What is——

With an exasperated gasp and a claw thrust forward, Talos fell once again into sweet darkness.

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The awareness of the surroundings and the familiar temperature inside the power armor began to slowly return to the soul hunter's body.

But who is this? …Who is pushing the cradle?
who……

He opened his eyes.

The familiar light red eyepiece field of view appeared as always, but the noise spots and disturbing dark blocks disappeared, and the dome of the ancient ruins clearly appeared on his retina.

He was lying on a broad back, swaying with the trembling of his walking feet, like a child in a cradle.

"Company Commander? Markarian? Is that you?"

"I'm here. Your fever has just gone away. Please lie down for a while, Talos."

"The original body..."

"Father is with me. Praise be to the Lord of Night."

"..."

"Talos? Are you still feeling uncomfortable? Do you need me to call Valiel?"

"No, no need, Philosopher of War," the prophet of the Eighth Legion said sincerely, "I'm fine, very fine, don't let the apothecary take off my helmet."

(End of this chapter)