Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 332 Darkness, Evil, Wealth
(*I said that even with my ability, it was a bad decision for us to explore here. We don't have enough mature combat psykers - not counting me! We lack reliable shield guards and flankers - we should have added some Perturabo and Dorn's descendants before coming in. At least, if we could add some Iron Rings, Mountain Guards, War Dogs, No, World Devourers, or this line - Iron Hearts to the vanguard, and finally add a little bit of accurate archers and psychic resonance bloodlines, I would feel better at the moment.)
"It seems that the actual scene here is indeed disturbing to a certain extent, so that you can hear these words from your mouth. But it is still very comforting, which shows that learning more knowledge is really useful. If you continue to study, you will become one of the smartest and wisest among your brothers sooner or later. Maybe you will have the opportunity to teach others - so which one should you choose? Left? Right? Middle?"

With the sound of ceramic steel boots stepping on thick ash, steel and mud, the exploration team stopped in front of a room with a three-way fork. This was the third three-way fork in the third room they encountered after passing through the twisted and cracked charred strata and finding the formed road.

Now, this was a team that would have been quite important anywhere else - members included First Claw - Malcharion was asked to stay on the bridge as a stabilizing force, and the loyalty of the Bleeding Eye was considered trustworthy so he was also left behind as an auxiliary to the slow-moving (*Note 1) Malcharion - Ptolemy and Aeneas of the Origin Chapter, as well as Bishop Ditrian and his young apprentice.

In other words, eight Astartes equipped with apothecaries and heavy firepower, a mechanical bishop and apprentice, a primarch and his summoned beast, a total of twelve people (?) are currently relying on the power of the primarch to guide them to move forward cautiously in this hellish place where every step seems to be able to eat people alive.

As soon as the followers of the God of All Machines learned where they were going, they immediately suppressed their colleagues with the knowledge of physics and locked them up in their own laboratories, and then rushed over quickly.

"Don't even think about exploring it alone!" he declared, and insisted on bringing his apprentice along. This girl, Tora Psyche, had proven to be gifted in the art of machine soul connection, and Ramizane had told them that it wasn't her tainted whispers that had affected her, but she was certainly affected by some probability, like the other psychic children with abnormal birth rates on this planet, so it was better to bring her here than to leave her there.

There is an invisible, huge, and constantly emitting influence, which has been lurking under the warp sea of ​​this planet and influencing them on the projection of the non-existent moon of the planet due to the last connection of a fragile contract ten thousand years ago.

They then prepared themselves and "summoned" a "rift" to the "moon" in the catacombs of the North Pole so that they could cross the zone between reality and fantasy and reach the ruined and dead planet they were exploring.

This is the greatest dark evil, the greatest secret and of Tesaguassa.

The greatest hidden wealth.

(*Yes, wealth, wealth, greed is like a noose, it tightens around people’s hearts, and eventually makes them lose all reason.)
"You can even say aphorisms! But 'Money is not the root of all evil, as is often said, but the greed of money, that is, the excessive, selfish, greedy pursuit of money, which is the root of all evil.'"

(*……) The black and white long-haired cat huffed in dissatisfaction, then jumped off the shoulder of its own body and jumped onto Talos's shoulder armor. They didn't wear Terminators because they needed speed more than firepower here - after all, when you have a living map that can see through the darkness, it's really better to pass through certain areas quickly.

Without being told, Dietrian made many preparations, including laying cables and relay beacons along the way.

"I just hope that what you said about the control core here has stopped its activities and entered hibernation, and that there are no Genestealers and Tyranids, is true, my lord." His mechanical arm found a place that looked slightly clean and flat at the entrance of the room, and then inserted the beacon in. "The cable I brought ran out at five kilometers. We should have walked down for dozens of kilometers, and the temperature here... is wrong. We should have been baked hot."

"It would be strange if it was right. The geological structure of this planet has been hollowed out and replaced. Common sense geography doesn't apply here. Ditrian, did you bump into anything along the way?"

"...No, sir, absolutely not. I serve the true Messiah of Ohm. These things are too...too blasphemous even from the most tolerant perspective of heresy."

"Tora?" The little girl whose name was called nervously looked at her instructor and then at the tall god behind the transparent mask. "No, Your Highness." She answered crisply, "The teacher just couldn't help but collect biological samples with the probe a few times."

"Dietrian!" Then, amid the Mechanical Bishop's dissatisfied mutterings, all the sample tubes under his robe were taken out and destroyed on the spot, and he himself was sandwiched between two Fiery Claws.

"Although future vision is very useful, the frequent use of on-the-spot performance also requires as little interference as possible in the present to achieve the most accurate results, especially in this place, where the weak intersection and chaos of reality and subspace will greatly interfere with accuracy. I told you." Ramizane narrowed Curze's black eyes, "and 'never take off the mask I gave you for anything, even if you are going to die', do you understand?"

(*From what I saw, I couldn't describe it with any of the Nostramo language I know of, which is a mixture of slaughterhouse sewers and aristocratic banquets. You should weld this mask you came up with to their faces to avoid any accidents.)
The black and white long-haired cat's ears had been pulled back since it came in - one of the instinctive little movements caused by what he saw. However, the reaction of this animal that dared to bite and play cat-and-cat boxing with the fastest warrior among the Eldar like teasing a bird was a good reminder to everyone that they were actually walking in an indescribable place.

"As far as I know, that's the case. But." Ramizane walked back and forth in front of three doors that looked exactly the same with three faces with different expressions, "So which one is it?"

(*Don't worry! The construction of this place and the users' habits in using the power of the warp were too poor... uh... too... instincts overcame reason and possessed wisdom and power. If this is the case, maybe I can understand why our father of corpses always lies... Ugh.)
"...? Did you feel like vomiting just now? It is said that a cat's sense of smell is..."

(*No! Most of them have been turned into ashes, corpse wax and mummies by the high temperature! Not really! Well, let Tora take Ursus to that place.)
Although he was puzzled by this request, Tora, under the command of the Lord of Night, led Ursus, who bent his body as much as possible, by the hand and walked towards the last three doors.

(*Yes! That’s it.)
The cat jumped down, ran to the door on the left, and punched the stomach of what looked like a rotten human body on the door.

With a silent shriek and vomit, the door opened, revealing the stirred up ash behind.

"Gada."

Talos, who entered first, felt a familiar touch under his feet. He did not turn on his headlamp - the Night Lords could all move freely in the dark.

"Hunting vision." He uttered a single word, then looked around, all was darkness.

So Talos carefully turned over what he had stepped on with the toe of his boot.

Just as he felt very familiar, it was a fragment of a Space Marine's ceramite shoulder armor.

A yellow-red lightning emblem with a red edge faintly appeared on the almost burnt white paint.

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(Note 1: The maximum road speed of the fastest Dreadnought is 12 kilometers per hour, while the off-road speed is only 7 kilometers per hour. If something happens in this kind of collapsed, complex and narrow terrain, it is impossible to escape or take it away unless it smashes the sarcophagus.)
(End of this chapter)