Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 407: Fulgrim will never give up on his prey
"...Thank you for your answer, it seems to make sense. But you are ruling and governing, not raising poisonous insects! These are your people! Mr. Jiu! Your people! Your offspring will be born from them!" If the phoenix still had fingers, Garuda could almost imagine him rubbing his knotted brows with those white, slender fingers with thin calluses from weapons.

And now he was rubbing the center of his silver-white face's brow with the brand new silver-white fingers of the metal body of "Ferus Manus".

This face was not gorgeous and exquisite, but it had an old-fashioned quiet elegance, which made it look like a sculpture in which the roughness and brutality of the original Ferrus Manus's face were softened and polished by civilization and sensibility. Everyone who saw it would think that he would never be suitable to be described by words such as beautiful or handsome, but people would hold their breath because of the perfect balance and sharpness contained in his face that could not be described in words, and they could not take their eyes away because it represented a certain height of greatness that human reason could reach.

Today, they finally decided to start shaping the face of this body together. This was the part that was deliberately left to the last to complete, using the living metal from Ferrus Manus' Garuda body and the formulas and technology from Mimir's treasure house to transform Fulgrim Ishtar's new body in this universe into a human form. However, it was obvious that the two primarchs still had some disputes over the shaping of the face, so the hairstyle of this face was still undecided. It became a very spirited hairstyle for a while, and then it became a hairstyle that was too long for Garuda to be an eyesore.

"Don't tell me you don't know what raising a Gu means, Mr. Jiu. I did share with you the library materials I downloaded on the Iron Blood."

Garuda fluttered his wings and began to preen his metallic feathers, while at the same time beginning to input comments into Fulgrim's data consciousness that he thought the current face was too smooth and kind.

"You..." The Fearless Phoenix frowned inside its body, "I have already compromised and restored this face based on your skull instead of shaping it based on my face... Yes, I know it is impossible to shape it with my face... What? So this is not a concession? You are as barbaric and unreasonable as ever, I..."

A pulse of warning passed through their minds.

The flying fortress of the Lakuan clan had undoubtedly discovered something.

After a while.

All the leaders gathered around the data throne in the command tower.

"What did you find?"

"Chaos ship," the Auspex Master pulsed a data stream to everyone from his highly mechanized skull, "seems to have been swept here by the same Warp storms we encountered. Sensor arrays report damage to its hull and engines."

"Are there any signs of life or unusual signals?"

"Yes, more than 30,000 bio-signals, MY LORD. This is an ancient frigate. Her reactor has not yet fully recovered from the warp storm, and the void shield has not yet been raised."

"Frigate?" Fearless Phoenix once again used its optical sensor shaped like eyes to examine the icons and data. The ancient machine spirit of the Rakuan Clan Hall quietly opened an additional observation line for Garuda and his friends. "It looks much more bloated and deformed than a normal frigate, and 30,000 signals is not a normal number of personnel."

"Whether it's 20,000 or 30,000, it's just a few rounds of volleys in front of the weapon array of the Clan Hall. Its reactor power determines its void shield overload power." This is Captain Raus.

"I have a bad feeling about a Chaos ship appearing so close to Medusa. I think it would be best if we deal with it as soon as possible, my lord."

"Of course, but we must eradicate all evil, just in case. Perform a final detailed scan to confirm it and monitor the signal, Lord of the Auspicious Instrument."

So after dozens of seconds, they obtained some new information.

For example, the Chaos frigate that was sent to them by a sudden warp storm was called Vesalius. And there were still living Chaos Space Marines on this ship.

There must be more than one Emperor's Child among them. The powerful sensor array of the Clan Hall Fortress of Lakuan sent a message to the observers with a strong sense of contempt. The biological signals of Chaos Space Marines were identified. There were quite a few, more than two hundred people, but some of the signals were in poor condition. There were more unsightly details, such as the crew might have problems, and this Chaos ship was equipped with too many alien technology components and cabins that could not be scanned and penetrated.

After studying for a few seconds, most of the participants thought that it would be better to send them to the west with a few full-power salvos. This ship and her crew were obviously filthy and hopeless, so there was no point in boarding them. There was no need to waste precious Iron Sons on this group of self-depraved people if they could cover them with firepower. Because they did not need to capture her, did not want prisoners, but only needed to completely destroy her and all the degenerates she carried.

Just as Fulgrim Ishtar frowned slightly and nodded at this efficient but boring tactic and was about to send a pulse of agreement back to the others and the weapons array officers, the sensor array automatically replenished several new scan data into their minds.

The Iron Hands were instantly horrified, and everyone felt in their only flesh and blood nerves that something terrible was ignited behind the data cable.

It was so obvious and sharp, carrying with it deadly danger and reckless destruction.

Intense, white-hot, with the fury of a supernova or a mantle volcano.

It seems as if in the next second he can lead the entire universe to attack a target without hesitation.

Then a calm, steel-like rational mind immediately invaded their high-speed online meeting, and with incredible softness and tenacity, it "encircled" the magma-like anger that almost "scalded" the others in the data link.

"Your Excellency?" Malkan Ferros asked cautiously.

"Change of plan." "Veland," or the Saint of Ferrus Manus, replied. The voices of the two descendants, which were always as warm as the spring breeze, were now full of sharp and freezing ice. "Overload their void shields, destroy the warp engines, and then board. Prepare to fight, sons of Ferrus. I must confirm the kill with my own eyes."

No one asked why the plan had to be changed, because everyone could hear the strong hatred and determination in the tone of the Primarch's Saint.

The Iron Father and the company commanders saluted towards the Data Throne, but the person sitting on it still provided them with the reasons for their actions.

"Fabius Bile." Each letter seemed to be uttered with poisonous teeth and tongue, and the deep hatred was puzzling but obvious to the Iron Fathers. "He's up there."

Garuda chirped softly on the iron figure's shoulder.

Fulgrim Ishtar expressed his apology to Garuda in his mind.

"I'm sorry, I got a little too excited. They could have avoided the boarding battle, but if I went alone, it would probably give the damned traitor Fabius a chance to escape. He's too cunning, I know him."

"I'm sorry," he repeated.

Garuda's thoughts were transformed into pulses and sent into the amniotic fluid chamber. "This is the wrath of justice. You don't need to feel guilty about it. The offspring of Medusa is not as fragile as you think. Iron Armor and Flame Heart are what I expect. Swing the hammer I gave you as you would wield your own saber, my friend."

(End of this chapter)