Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 383 More Perfection

A relative of a victim gnashed his teeth when he saw the footage sent by Sigismund on the team channel. Sol Tarvitz clenched the hilt of his sword, and the deliberate elegance that the Emperor's Children always showed in swordsmanship was thrown out of his mind. The decapitation force of the power sword was obviously more fierce, making people feel that he should change to a chainsaw axe at this moment, which might be more handy for him.

"Oh." Even Tariq Torgadon, who was an expert at easing the atmosphere, could not make a more restrained comment on the scenes before him.

"Hiss... This woman and her maggot guests are still classified as 'loyal imperial subjects' in the identifier classification provided by the Imperial Navy. This scene is really disgusting and chilling. These mortals ten thousand years later... If we and our young brothers are fighting for such humans and even fighting for ten thousand years without stopping, then I am really sad, Gavial. I am beginning to seriously consider fighting for His Highness Ramizane - at least in the life on the Iron-Destiny Steel, I can see that he has considered every aspect of our care and comfort."

Locke did not comment on this, but he currently did not seem to have any intention of stopping or refuting Torgadon's bold public statement. He just silently raised his gun and poured his explosive bombs at the armed mecha servants that were pouring in like a tide.

The group began to trot at a faster speed than before and threw melta grenades and other similar objects in both directions recklessly in order to reach the location coordinates marked on the sensor map that was transmitted to them at the same time.

Ramizane, who was sitting in front of the holographic projector and was caught off guard and saw something he shouldn't have seen, let out a loud groan, and the black and white sheepdog jumped up in his cockpit.

"Who gave him the permission to directly broadcast these unprocessed live footage??!! Cut it off! Cut it off quickly! Magna?!"

However, Magna Dorn, who was still in shock, did not actually carry out the work order issued by the master of the Iron Blood. Instead, a binary message appeared in the corner. Due to its length, it was automatically converted into a message in High Gothic. "Please rest assured that these images have been frequency-screened and will not be broadcast to any minors, demigods, or machines."

"Who?" Perturabo's ears stood up alertly. He jumped out of the cockpit and ran to Ramizane, who had already begun to curse and turn his eyes away. He jumped onto his knees and squeezed his furry and warm body into his arms. "Who are you?"

The Shepherd immediately activated the anti-demon and junk code attack detection system.

"Whoever you are, and why you are trying to pretend to be my carrier-based soul," the dog sneered, "First of all, the Magna code has the highest priority for the need for Ramizane. And you..."

Before Ramizane straightened up with retching, the holographic projector flickered a few times and popped up a few more lines of code.

"Hmm?" Perturabo BC frowned. "You... why are you here? How could you be here?"

"Don't worry about that for now! Ugh!" The shepherd dog quickly rubbed his original body with his big furry head.

"That... that person at the table is Lucius, right?! At first glance, I thought it was Fulgrim! I even took a closer look! Ugh!!!!!"

"Well, actually, you can consider that as some kind of horror movie prop..."

"Ugh! You know I haven't watched this type of horror movie since Deep Freeze! But if it's Lucius..." Ramizane raised his head in confusion, "I'm curious... Should he start to revive?"

"Then why don't we let Magna's robot continue playing?"

"...I thought about it. That's Lucius. In all the... articles, he's the immortal Lucius. No matter how I think about it, even if he's resurrected, the scene should be very R18G. Good Pepe baby, watch the playback for me. When he's alive and well and not so strange anymore, tell me so I can turn around and watch the follow-up."

"……it is good."

Fortunately, everyone in the conference room has left, Perturabo BC thought, looking at his body with his back to the projector. This saves me the trouble of finding opportunities to brainwash everyone one by one later... Tsk, I actually feel a little regretful without Hong Suo...

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The lady boss and her guests seemed to have been isolated from the attack on the Relentless Flame.

Their senses were completely mesmerized by the feast before them. Delicious, so delicious! So perfect!

Gradually, they were no longer satisfied with just the small piece that was allocated to them.

The minced meat in these salads comes from the shredded portion of this perfect vessel…

Only by swallowing more, more! Can you get a more extreme feeling than the previous part...! You need more...! You need more to...

Getting closer to perfection!
No one noticed when, but every carnivore's eyes had been unknowingly filled with thick, bright red bloodshot. In their skin beneath their gorgeous or highly modified appearance, the blood vessels and fluid ducts had expanded wildly like bizarre plant vines, becoming increasingly obvious and protruding high above the thinning human skin.

Their eyeballs were sunken, their eye sockets were dark blue, their teeth were protruding from their gums, and everyone's body began to become skinny with a bulging belly.

The guests and the hostess seemed unaware of the earth-shaking sound of automatic weapons defense outside the door and the huge noise of an uninvited guest blowing up the door. They just sat there in a daze, shaking their heads, looking at each other blankly, looking at the remaining parts on the plate, and looking at the smile that seemed to be on the corner of the beautiful head.

suddenly.

I don't know who was the first to roar and bite the flesh of the person sitting next to him.

Then, under Sigismund's silent gaze, the banquet hall began to turn into a veritable devouring hell.

Of course, there are not exceptions.

His multi-band scanner picked up the figure of a female lord who was about to carefully back away from his visibly frantic overlord, who had leapt into the feast in the hall to join the others in their fight for the perfect piece of flesh and blood.

The Black Knight strode over and mercilessly pulled the Overlord's Mechanicus allies out of the shadows in the corner.

In panic, the other party fired a hot melt shot at the helmet of the intruder who looked like an Astartes and immediately tried to kick him away -

This Astartes did not fall down or give up after his helmet and head were melted off as the mechanical sage had judged. On the contrary, his helmet was indeed melted, but that only revealed a mask structure as smooth as a mirror inside. A spark of possibility flashed like lightning in the sage's logic processing chip.

He raised his hand and fired several more shots at a specific spot on the silver, black and yellow power armor of the mysterious Astartes.

"You are...?" This mechanical sage who paid too much attention to the ruthless results in his own field and ignored the edge of human morality opened the apertures of all his electronic prosthetic eyes to the maximum. He recognized the pure gold luster exposed under the coatings and platings - it was actually the highest grade of pure shining gold! There was also a special mark on it that "that kind" of mechanical soldiers must have in that position, and now its other half was occupied by a silver skull halo emblem.

"You are one of those brass vultures..."

The mecha soldier did not give him the chance to finish his words or transmit the broken code intact.

The black sword fell.

But it’s not over yet.

(End of this chapter)