Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 359: I'm fighting Satnain?! Is this true?!
Magna Dorn blinked his cybernetic eyes from behind the stern and majestic metal death mask.

Blinked again.

What happened to me? ...I can't remember...

Did I just crash and restart? It looks like it's not in good condition. It will start self-checking the storage crystal and memory circuit in 2 milliseconds...

Hey?
Wait. Does this feel weird? I can't see the code and control systems in my body!

Magna Dorn tried again in a panic, and found that although he could still receive messages from the outside world and control his body, the process seemed to be a kind of self-regulatory program that he couldn't describe? In short, he couldn't monitor everything in an orderly and clear manner like he did in the robot or his own golden armor. Now everything seemed like someone threw a bunch of complicated codes into a blind box, but in the end it output a runnable result.

This made Magna Dorn, who was accustomed to the clear world of numbers, codes, formulas and physics, very uncomfortable.

This vision...what's going on...it doesn't seem to be the various types of electronic bionic eyes he is used to.

The color of the world projected onto his retina into his mind was a strange color image, without any additional footnotes, distance measurements, time displays, chat wait times, and other clear lists and information that he was used to.

A strange feeling came from the blinking of his eyelids, involving the muscle bundles and skin of his face, and the visual signals were transmitted to his optic nerves and brain without his supervision.

Huh? Involving each other?

This feeling?
A strong smell of poisonous gas, gun smoke, corpses and decaying dust rushed into his trachea. The master control spirit of the Iron Blood, Perturabo's student, and Ramizarn's cooking apprentice suddenly realized that all his muscles, including the respiratory muscles, were contracting his chest in a way that did not require his mind to guide or the code to control, while maintaining the dynamic balance of other skeletal muscles and nerves - breathing? Is this what it feels like to breathe autonomously in flesh and blood?
But where the hell is this? Why am I here?!

He lifted his legs and felt a strong gravitational pull from the ground deep beneath his feet. He realized that he was in a high place without a roof or shelter and was being blown by the strong wind.

A wet and cold liquid fell from the sky, splashing onto Magna's dazed cheek.

Another drop fell on his lips. He licked it subconsciously, trying to analyze its composition, but he only tasted the chemical smell of chlorine and the strange taste of calcium.

The young Iron Blood Machine Soul stood where he was, and did not move immediately, but just slowly turned his head. The feeling of entering an autonomous body with multiple parts that did not require control was very strange. He blinked again, or was it still only the visible light band?

Magna then realized that the powerful photosensitive element modules in his eyes that covered the ultraviolet, infrared and visible light bands had been replaced by an upgraded imitation of the human eye's anatomical structure, which was made of primitive flesh and blood, but had a more ingenious and efficient capture efficiency than its imitation template.

After focusing properly, he didn't like the scenery that came into view, but there was also a strange, indescribable emotion surging in his heart, which was like a code that began to replicate infinitely.

He looked out at a huge palace city that he had never seen since he was born. Starting from the majestic central fortress, it spread to the slums and temporary tents and construction sites that began to grow freely on the edge. There were many majestic arches and towering spires. Among them, the towers were particularly thick and tall, pointing to the sky like swords. Magna squinted his eyes and looked at them carefully. He felt that it might be a port leading to the sky or a similar elevator building.

He saw that the palace city was surrounded by a circle of extremely thick walls, but they were supposed to be like white marble ribbons, stretching along the ridges in the sun, but now they were entangled in bright red flames with edges of black smoke tens of kilometers high. He raised his head, trying to identify the transparent, various live ammunition or laser weapons that exchanged fire with the sky, and the explosion clouds caused by the explosion of aircraft and other things from time to time, which were distorted as if they were deformed through the liquid in a thick culture tank.

Suddenly a thought popped into his mind: this is the effect of the super giant void shield, the divine shield, the giant void shield that protects the palace, the sanctuary, and the defenders underneath.

This void shield is huge, probably even bigger than the one his teacher built for the Iron Blood using his own energy, he thought. But the palace...?
A sanctuary...? Some kind of chapel?
Uh, Ramizane didn't seem to say we were going to build a palace. He began to ponder. As for the chapel, there were still too many nailed statues in the Iron Blood Chapel that would try to catch him nagging, and usually the machine spirit would try to avoid going there alone.

But Mr. Perturabo is really good at building palaces, theaters, chapels and other miraculous and beautiful buildings...

He subconsciously wanted to call up his own database to compare the scene with the Iron Blood's onboard database, but there was nothing here for the young Dorn to easily retrieve, and his eyebrows were tangled together.

Where are the others? Why am I here alone? And transformed... maybe transformed... into a human...?
He turned his head and looked around, and found that he was not wearing any metal armor, but a yellow coat woven from some animal's hair. Inside the coat was a tattered robe that had become thin and frayed due to years of wearing and washing. On the outside was a gray waterproof cloak. The rainwater with a strange and bad smell was condensing on the outside of the waterproof cloak, forming wet and plump water droplets.

Everything in sight seemed dilapidated, dejected, and devoid of life and color, except for the various stone flower beds, carvings, steps and fences, and the wild growth of flowers and plants among them, which were untended, flattened and broken by the corrosive rain and high winds.

So far, he seemed to be standing on a high abandoned garden terrace in some vast complex.

Standing here all the time is not a solution.

Magna tried to move his new legs and feet - the strange rhythm formed by flesh and bones made him, who was used to the exquisite and autonomous coordination of steel and servers, not very familiar with it - and took two steps in the direction of the stone path that looked like it was going down the mountain.

Then he heard someone talking from that direction.

"I've seen enough." The voice of a man who was in pain, old, tired and desperate, sounded like he was talking to himself, or to the decaying things here and the rain falling from the sky, "If He knew that history would eventually devour itself, why didn't He tell us? Our beloved Emperor. If He had a grand plan, why didn't He share it with us? Is this His plan? What is He thinking?"

"Uh, excuse me?"

The trembling man who had already stepped over the fence seemed to be frightened by Magna, who came out from the depths of the dense bushes and vines that had completely obscured his figure. His thin arms were holding on to the fence, and people were worried that he would slip and fall in the next second.

He gasped in pitiful fear, "Who?"

Magna hurried over and carried him from outside the fence back to the solid ground like a chicken.

"Um, I'm sorry if I scared you..."

The other person stared blankly at Magna's slightly uneasy face with his mouth half open, as if the person in front of him had said something extremely terrible and earth-shattering.

"S-Sir?"

The man who seemed to be a civilian looked at him, and gradually his voice began to carry a tone of fear and despair.

"My Lord?! Lord Dorne?! What's wrong with you?!"

(End of this chapter)