Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 364 No way? Right?

The Emperor's Children's drop pods and their cumbersome warriors were like some kind of multicolored popcorn splattered all over the few kilometers of the Saturnine salient.

Fulgrim laughed triumphantly, posing with a strange pleasure in the bloodshed of the battle.

In the shadow of the steps of the city wall, the Terran Guards who had arrived early and his beloved son, the Lord of the Imperial Fists Templar, who were constantly being watched out of the corner of their eyes or more directly by fanatical gazes, were squatting there as if no one was around, opening the weapons boxes and selecting their weapons - it looked very much like they were dividing the spoils.

"Father, I think a two-handed sword may not be suitable for your upcoming battle."

"...Thank you, Sigi...Smond, I know."

Magnar Dorn left his most used two-handed greatsword under the city wall, picked up a new power sword in one hand, and held a new shield that he had temporarily modified from the shield of the Mountain Guard in the other hand. Together with Sigismund, he rushed to the top of the Saturnine Wall, and once again rescued the seriously injured Mathius from Fulgrim's blade.

- Although he felt very sorry, after many attempts, Magna had realized that rushing to help Mathius too early would cause more deviations in the subsequent battles.

The young captain of the wall guards lay on the ground, with multiple broken bones and fractures, his body covered with traces of battle from being toyed with by that bastard like a cat playing with a mouse. He struggled to crawl out of the battle circle - in order to reach out for his broken sword, and he was not relieved until the hilt fell into his dusty hand - then he listened to the strange conversation between the Primarch and the First Captain in even greater confusion amidst the bleeding wounds and labored breathing.

"...Okay, okay, don't worry, Sigi...Smond. You see, the two-handed swords you use are just one-handed to me. Don't worry, Sigi...Smond, I won't use the Storm Fang this time. It is really too huge."

"That's good, father. Take care of yourself and them. I'll be back soon." Sigismund, who was usually taciturn, seemed very worried. This time his words were particularly talkative and he even gave several special instructions.

"You just need to look at me! Every inch of the heresy you see is a blasphemy to your eyes! I won't let that filthy and hateful traitor get close to you! - Also, please take a closer look at my martial arts. Our swords are what our hearts desire and we will never change until death. You don't need to refer to those empty and useless things that are vain and boastful!"

"……Oh."

The tall figure of the Royal Guard nodded obediently.

He looked at them with a look that showed he was extremely worried that some snake demon might appear nearby and take the cub away (?), and then the Chief Templar raised his sword. His demeanor changed when facing the enemy, and after that inhumanly cold courtesy, he could not wait to rush towards the other party.

The golden-armored Terran guard took one look and came over, gently picked up the flattered young wall captain, and carefully placed him against a broken wall. He then cleaned his wounds, temporarily fixed the broken bones, and opened his airway to prevent Mathius from drowning in his own blood.

"My lord... ahem!"

"Don't worry. Just lie here," Magnar told the captain of the Saturnine garrison. "Just watch, Siggi...Smond's courage is as unparalleled as his ability."

The young quickies saw their Primarch straighten up, turn his head, and look with a deep and immeasurable(?) gaze at Fulgrim and Sigismund, who were already engaged in combat, with their blades colliding and the fight going on in the sky and on the ground.

According to Magna's experience, the head of the Templars should be like everyone else, repeating every word and every action he said at every restart. But as human beings after all, they will indeed give different answers to Magna's conversations based on the specific development of the battle situation. So Magna didn't think there was anything wrong with Sigismund saying one more word or becoming a little more capable at first.

But now, Magna always felt that Sigismund was becoming more and more abnormal as he appeared more and more frequently. Although the Iron Blood Machine Soul realized the importance of information after returning to the platform garden many times and took the opportunity to find some current relevant information, combined with his previous understanding, he at least now knew that Sigismund, as the founder of the Black Templar, the first Supreme Marshal, the head of the Templar Knights, the first Emperor Champion and other honors, was recognized as very strong and indeed might be one of the strongest Astartes -

——But isn’t your current strength a bit too much? Huh?! You beat the Primarch alone?! The Primarch became a demon and you started to climb walls and fly?! And every time you appear, it’s more outrageous than the last time! Are you still an Astartes?! I think you might as well change your name to the Primarch of the Black Templars!

Magnar Dorn and Mathius stayed in one place, one in shock and speechless while the other watched helplessly as Sigismund, wearing a black and gold armor and stepping on a colorful flying disc, began to fight with Fulgrim, who was coiling his snake body and waving his sword in the air.

——Speaking of which, why do you have this kind of colorful flying disc that you can fly on in this place? Isn't that too much? ! This thing looks like something from the subspace, right? ! Let's not talk about whether there is such a device at this time——Doesn't Brother Xiji have no psychic potential at all? !

Of course, Sigismund, who did not hear Magna's crazy complaints in his head, increased his strength this time and rushed forward. Amid the angry and terrified shouts of the Unliving that were completely incomprehensible, he began to show his divine power, kicking the Phoenix Guards and hitting the Fallen Phoenix with his sword. Soon, Fulgrim threw away one of his arms, half of his snake tail, and two lips with a last angry curse, jumped up and rushed into the black thorn-like warp gap that suddenly opened outside the city wall.

"This pain is beyond the pleasure I feel... I won't take any more! You are such a rude guy with no sense of art and no understanding of enjoyment! You hurt me! Damn you! I curse you to never be able to enjoy the ultimate pleasure!"

Then he jumped in and disappeared, leaving behind a circle of elite Emperor's Children officers who began to gather around him.

Lord Commander Eidolon, Champion Warrior Alkon Darol, Banner Officer Lycus Verdion, Von Carda, Quinn Milosa, Nuno Dedona...

Over fifty elite warriors of the Emperor's Children surrounded them, with only Sigismund standing between the Imperial Fists Primarch and them.

Ok.

Magna watched silently.

...I also can't understand, what on earth happened and why? !

...Oh, they were all knocked down. Eidolon was still the first one to be kicked off the city wall viciously, and this time it was sixteen seconds faster than the last time.

Sigismund turned and walked towards them. Magna saw that there was even a little sweat on his helmetless face. Under his golden hair were a pair of deep sapphire eyes shining with worry.

"It's all over at last. Are you all right, father?"

Magna Dorn forced a smile on the face of the Terran Guardsman out of habit, "I'm fine, Sigi...Smond."

(Gutai swears), he thought to himself, you are already so abnormal, is it my turn to fight with you next?
No, right?

Surely no one would intentionally treat a poor little machine soul that’s less than a year old in such a heartless, cold, and unreasonable way, right?

(End of this chapter)