Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 361 Purple Phoenix, debut
The ground and the city walls were shaking under their feet.

These vibrations could be the effects of an orbital bombardment from further away or explosions during the engagement, but more likely they were caused by something approaching the defenders of the wall.

Three massive siege engines, each several stories tall, lurched destructively toward the Walls of Saturnine.

If these engines were only as good as they were when they were built, Magnar Dorn was sure - although he could not now verify and compare more accurately - the amount of firepower deployed on this section of the wall would be enough to destroy them.

Well, if it weren't for those conspicuous pink and purple with hints of gold and black Noise Marines that can be seen from afar and their obvious warp modifications to the siege engines.

Magnar Dorn frowned and scanned the faces of the Emperor's children who had been transformed beyond recognition with his iris-flame pale blue eyes: if anyone was still willing to use the word "human face" to refer to their last remaining human outlines.

The heads of these former Emperor's Children warriors, who always emit disordered tones that humans cannot understand, have now become like the heads of some giant insects:
Their originally beautiful eyelids were carefully cut off, and the pupils took up the entire exposed eyeballs, with no whites of the eyes visible, so that even the faintest light would cause pain to their visual nerves;
Their ears were also surgically cut and equipped with an extreme sound receiving device to give the cerebral cortex the maximum stimulation every time they hear a sound;

Their mouths and jaws to necks had been permanently altered by a series of unknown inhuman fillers and surgeries, and now they had no beautifully shaped or colorful lips to open, close, eat or speak, all of which had been removed and replaced with implants and mechanical devices.

They have now also lost their teeth, tongues, vocal cords and voices, only to forever contain the loudspeakers given by Sakshita, which can still transmit the sound waves from the bands that can and cannot be heard by humans in places beyond human hearing. The alien gods they newly believe in enter their dreams under the influence of hallucinogenic drugs and teach them the art of bringing death, pain and fear to others in those wanton deliriums.

They were dressed in purple power armor that faded to pink, and they carried weapons made of gold and the shifting colors of mica. They looked like a kind of horn or an oversized PA grid, blaring death hymns dedicated to Slaanesh—

"They will soon break through the void shield. Be prepared for their sonic attacks and be ready to engage them."

Magnar Dorn had figured out what was going to happen next, the cursed grotesque sonic weapons of the corrupted Third Legion finally combining with those of the siege engines to form an almost physical sonic halo, and that was what finally broke through the void shields, and then -

First of all, there were the massive "living" airdrop pods that dropped from the sky. Some of them were bounced away or burned by the remaining void shields, but there were so many airdrop pods dropped at this point that after the sniper firepower and void shields were consumed to the extreme, the remaining airdrop pods that successfully arrived at the city wall were several times more than those lost.

The normal landing engines and fixed claws of these mechanical creations have been twisted and deformed by supernatural forces, and they extend their spider-like hairy claws in all directions like living creatures, as densely packed as countless aphids crawling on the branches of young garden buds.

Members of the Third Legion, a combination of purple and gold and pink and black, poured out from inside like some kind of chemical smoke and launched a frantic charge towards the Imperial Fists defending the city walls. In fact, they had almost no lines or combinations, but there were too many of them.

These howling pink and purple strange fluorescent waves slapped against the yellow and brown reefs formed by the 7th Legion's newly recruited companies and the mortal garrison. The defenders' firepower certainly tore bloody gashes among the enemy, but the poisonous and colorful carnivorous plants also devoured many defenders, making the already stretched numbers of the Imperial Fists seem even thinner.

It was as if in the bleak daytime sky eerily reflected with red flames and black smoke, twisted cracks like black rose thorns suddenly appeared, and sickly black roses withered and died in an instant. The air was filled with the smell of ozone and sulfur, and there was one - there were many things that were about to pass through the curtain and appear here.

Magnar Dorn - now temporarily "Rogal Dorn" - sighed, raised his legs in the increasingly fanatical admiration of Mathius and others, and walked over at a seemingly leisurely but actually very fast speed, rushing to the head or chest of the Emperor's children warriors who emerged from the warp before every warp rift in his memory was fully opened, and stabbed them one by one with his greatsword. "Ah my - how could you let my beautiful sons leave early -"

Following an extremely beautiful but goosebump-inducing drawn-out sigh, a figure knelt on one knee and appeared on the broad platform in the center of the city wall, like a celebrity actor with the spotlight suddenly turned on.

The newly emerged being was three times taller than an average Astartes, but its armor was layered like clouds, extremely eye-catching, like a large three-dimensional glitter pink, glittering purple paint palette dotted with golden edges. In its right hand, it held a sharp blade, which was also a two-handed weapon for an Astartes. It appeared in a fragrant dress.

"Oh my..." Purple Phoenix grinned, "Look who this is? Rogge, I never thought that our stone-like Rogge Dorn would one day move in such a lazy and elegant way..."

The golden-armored Primarch whose name he called turned around, leaned his giant sword on the ground, frowned and looked at the tall being with exquisite makeup in front of him. Under the gaze of his brother, Fulgrim looked down at him, giggling coquettishly, allowing the other's gaze to scan every inch of his body, and even seemed to enjoy the process.

The purple phoenix's long silver-white hair fluttered in the rising vortex caused by the exchange of fire, explosions, and steaming blood, like some kind of gorgeous but tattered silk battle flag fluttering in the wind.

Finally, Magna Dorn slowly gave a very sincere evaluation.

"I think……"

"Ok?"

"According to the ancient video records that I watched with them, I think your outfit should be paired with a big pink wavy wig, exaggerated thick lips, heavy eyeliner, and ostrich feather sequins. Maybe it will be more suitable for your current identity."

The muscles on Fulgrim's face surged and twisted, and his expression instantly became extremely sinister.

"You are an unromantic, stupid, stone-headed man who always tries to curry favor with our father who deserves to be burned." He hissed, "I will let you know the consequences of laughing at me."

Fulgrim raised his blade towards the Terran Praetor.

As he was somewhat surprised at Mathius's heart-wrenching and desperate cry, but then he laughed wildly with even more triumph, knocked "Dorn's" body to the ground, stepped on one of his feet, and began to cut the opponent with the single-edged sword, causing blood to flow. At the same time, more Emperor's Children behind Fulgrim landed on the city wall and began to slaughter the defenders here.

(End of this chapter)