Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 340 The KPI is skyrocketing!

A furious roar that almost broke the heart rang out from Pastor Geratos's loudspeaker grid.

"No mercy!"

he growled.

"not afraid!"

"No regrets!"

The priest did not immediately take the handle of the harmless but extremely insulting scepter. Instead, he jumped up, pulled out his gun and started shooting at this hateful, damned, possibly witchcraft-like alien—

As Magna began to dodge the vital points, a thought even crossed his mind: This person is too angry, his rosary beads flew behind his head and didn't fly out...

What made the faces of the Black Templars, who were covered by helmets and goggles and could not see, even more gloomy was that all the explosive shells fired by Priest Geratos missed the target.

It’s not that Magna Dorn was so miraculous that he managed to dodge all the attacks at close range - he had already prepared himself to be hit, but he didn’t come to Wandering Port alone.

From the inner room of the shop came the sound of the bottom of the staff hitting the ground.

"Attsu."

The gentle sound struck people's hearts, and the psychics mixed in the dark or in the crowd began to look up in surprise or horror.

"Attsu."

The astrologer choirs, navigators, or those who were meditating or contemplating on dozens of nearby ships all raised their heads and listened attentively.

"Attsu."

The followers of the Black Templar raised their bolters in unison at the command of Castle Lord Caleb. The crowd watching the excitement scattered like birds and beasts. Only the most daring or those with ulterior motives dared to lurk in the surrounding lookout positions and observe the situation from afar.

"Destroy the wizard! Kill the alien!" Reverend Geratos roared, "God Emperor! Please give us strength! Let us smash his unclean shield and body! Let his screams of death drown out the thunder of our gunfire! Lord of Mankind! Please give us the power of angry souls!"

The old man who came out raised his hand.

Then the bolter opened fire like a storm - meaning that the muzzle flames were still flickering violently on it, but all the bullets were "cut off".

"Change weapons! Chant the name of the God-Emperor!" Geratos grabbed his priest's staff, led the charge again, and roared at the surroundings.

"Look at you greedy people! What have you brought here? This is no ordinary wizard! Break his arm first!"

Caleb calmly drew out his power sword. Since there were only two people on the other side and the Black Templar had five, the main enemies were actually him and Geratos. Since the alien had shown strong melee ability and skills, it would be his target this time.

The power of Geratos's devout, pure and fanatical faith in the God-Emperor will be his most powerful weapon when dealing with psykers or psionic creatures.

Caleb had no doubts.

The castle lord gripped his power sword tightly and rushed towards the beaked alien who seemed to be still observing and didn't even know to draw the weapon from his waist.

Although Bigelatos was much calmer, the flame of anger inherited from the ancient oath of revenge was burning in his heart. "Accept the fate of your pitiful soul being shattered! Filthy alien! In the name of the God-Emperor! Your blood and wails will please the Lord of Mankind!"

As a member of the Black Templar Sword Brotherhood, Lord Caleb's swordsmanship is undoubtedly the strongest among them, so the other believers spread out around him with confidence and admiration. They did not shoot for the time being, but just raked the formation for him, while others silently raised their bolters that had just been loaded with witch-hunting bombs towards the wizard.

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The Kroot mercenary stood there without moving after the priest took away the weapon it had returned. In the eyes of observers, this beak-faced, claw-handed alien who dared to resist the Emperor's Angels undoubtedly seemed extremely daring because of his blasphemy and strength, but his strength only ended here. The Astartes would teach him the correct attitude of aliens towards humans. His only way out was to be crushed and have the blood from his neck used to clean the Astartes' weapons and boots.

Magna himself was stunned at the scene. Who could tell him how it could turn out like this? Was he offending the other person just by looking at him from a distance? And hadn't he already followed what Ramizane had taught him, "Try not to get into conflict with others when you go shopping. If you can easily snatch a blade with your bare hands, the other person will shout at you for being awesome and admire you!" and "When you return any weapon or bladed object to someone, always point the handle toward the other person"?

Does this action have a special meaning or the opposite meaning in their customs?
Magna Dorn, the current master machine soul intelligent being of the Iron Warriors Legion's Glorious Queen-class flagship Iron Blood, was searching rapidly in his young database.

At the same time, he did not forget to move his body to avoid the increasingly faster, more urgent and more desperate attacks from the Lord of the Black Templar opposite.

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This alien is teasing him? !

The revenge warriors who are teasing the God-Emperor! ?

Heat, unprecedented uncontrollable impulses surged in his two hearts, the brutal flames of hatred and anger were slowly burning through Caleb's entire body, starting from his spine to his cerebral cortex, burning away the calmness, rationality, judgment and undue mercy that had always prevented him from moving further among his brothers.

It didn't even try to fight back, nor did it flee cowardly, as if it was just to show the Black Templars how insignificant their proud brotherhood and swordsmanship were.

Wait!

Wait a moment! !

The way it steps forward and backward—the way its limbs swing!

A certain terrible conjecture formed uncontrollably in the castle lord's mind. He tried to shake off this inappropriate thought from his heart, but his sword went against his will and stabbed at the opponent with a specific angle, direction and force that only the most ancient Terran guards would use.

The alien with a huge beak and hair-like feathers on the opposite side did not hesitate at all and used its deformed hands and legs to make an equally deadly and ancient response -

No, it even had enough strength to turn its arm, as if that hand should have been holding a sword—

A bone-chilling chill pierced his mind like an icy arrow, bringing Caleb back from the edge of martyrdom he had been striving for, and making him reluctantly face his innate rational logic.

This unforgivable and absolute alien is using the most ancient and secret Seventh Legion fighting steps and swordsmanship techniques to fight him.

It was so ancient that even Caleb only knew of a few extremely lucky sword brothers within the chapter who were able to inherit part of this skill from their mentors several generations before them.

When he watched the wonderful battles in the training grounds or on the battlefield, he also imagined how deadly and glorious these ancient skills would be when they were fully utilized.

And now they were indeed deadly and glorious, but they appeared in creatures he had never imagined would flourish.

Geratos was right, it was time for this place - this port - to receive some necessary slaughter and burning.

(End of this chapter)