Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 425 Wow, this is a famous scene that deserves to be recorded in many ways (4K2 two-in-one chapter) -
30 seconds after the order from the Primarch was issued, all the Iron Hands search and kill teams on the ship received new orders, requiring them to conduct a detailed search of all corners that might be able to hide two lying people, which suddenly led to a significant increase in the frequency of firefights in the dark.

Those Gland Hound Hunting Packs wearing tattered armor and holding various weapons are extremely threatening. It goes without saying that they and those Chaos Space Marines are the main targets of killing.

More hidden parts of the Cylinder Born and Mutant tribes were also discovered, and then turned into a value in the calculation of ammunition consumption data and advancement distance and time. Although it was cruel, it was also accurate, efficient and neat. There was no massacre or unnecessary movements, and even the distribution of bullets was accurate to try to kill with one shot.

Because after communicating with several Iron Fathers, the Primarch gave them the order that "Attackers and resisters during the search process should be killed without mercy regardless of their appearance". Therefore, the most aggressive creatures among these unnatural products that would pollute the human gene pool were brought to the end with only death and flames from the muzzles.

In fact, although the Iron Hands did not say it, they all agreed in their respective ultra-high-speed communication thoughts that the weak mercy shown by the Primarch in this order, as in 30K, was completely unnecessary.

Because, although this order only allowed them to open fire on attackers and rebels, in the settlement of these creatures that were loyal to their creator and benefactor Fabius Bile, the creatures hidden by their so-called parents and relatives only had a younger appearance, but in fact they were not innocent civilians such as the elderly, children, women and children who were powerless.

These creatures, who resembled young boys, girls, and children, would actively attack the Iron Hands Seekers multiple times with strength that did not match their appearance, extreme aggressiveness, and precise ruthlessness. There was no type that could not be assigned to the prerequisite set of "attacker".

As time went on, the search parties reported more and more losses - the opponents, who had been fighting independently and relatively unorganized, seemed to be becoming more organized, their combat strategies becoming more organized, and they were learning the tactics of the Iron Hands, observing the weaknesses of their equipment and making more precise attempts to attack.

Gradually, in some corners with quite advantageous terrain, these creatures successfully used human wave tactics to cause temporary reductions in the number of Iron Hands.

This includes but is not limited to costing one's body a pierce through (these creatures are so tenacious that they can still attack with all their strength for more than ten seconds even if their abdominal cavity is completely interrupted), poking a sharpened iron rod deep into the helmet's eyepiece and stirring it vigorously, or inserting sharp metal fragments into the soft rubber joints of the power armor to create attack opportunities for subsequent companions.

On the other hand, according to the experimental records found and recovered by Garuda Iron Hand and Fearless Phoenix, most of the so-called "new humans" created by Fabius using the gene seeds and clones that he had cheated, traded, and plundered, as well as the gene cutting and pasting operations whose principles he himself did not quite understand, and the flesh and blood grafting transformation that he was proficient in - were able to walk independently, learn to speak, understand the words of their nannies, see everything around them, and start eating solid food just a few hours after being born in the cloning capsule.

Then, about a week after birth, these strange artificial creatures, which still maintained the body shape of "human children", were encouraged to learn to "hunt pests" for food.

It can be said that apart from the various appearances and languages ​​used to blend in with humans, they are not like humans in any way.

"He contemptuously called mortals 'vermin' and used them to feed the flesh and blood monsters he created. He forgot that he himself was just a mortal on Terra in the past."

The Fearless Phoenix's rage was so intense that it seemed to calm down, because now the goal was clear: even in this universe, he would keep hunting down Fabius Bile and his creations until every last cell was completely destroyed. "Great betrayer. I will destroy him completely, even if it means becoming an enemy of the entire Supreme Heaven."

Garuda did not speak, but he did not disagree. He simply sent a strong electronic pulse mind simulation signal through the shared link into Fulgrim Ishtar's amniotic fluid chamber. The tremor of support from the heart made the Fearless Phoenix nod. "Thank you, my friend."

"He calls himself the ancestor of the 'new mankind', and wants to do what He did, but claims to be humble and willing to sacrifice his life for it - and then he is unwilling to really die, and in order to survive, he is willing to become a carrot-donkey driven by the chaos of the highest heaven. This kind of sacrifice? Oh, he is not worthy of dreaming of doing what He did! Our Father is as clear as a mirror, and this spider is not even worthy of being the mud on the sole of His shoes!"

Garuda Iron Hand let out a rare and surprised low hum, clearly marking the latest news from the front line coming from the so-called "factory area" that was like a ruin on the bottom floor and near the power cabin on the retina of the Fearless Phoenix.

"...!"

Fulgrim just took a quick glance and immediately jumped up, turning into a silver afterimage and rushing straight towards the area where the target appeared.

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The clan members who stayed in the Lakuan Clan Hall, furious at the report of casualties, immediately passed a new motion to release more Thunderhawks to the Vesalius, quickly transporting more warriors commanded by the Iron Father and Iron Priests, in order to start a new round of more detailed searches for any moving objects here -

It is worth mentioning that the Lakuan Clan Dreadnoughts were extremely unfriendly to their weight and size due to the size of the ship's passage, and therefore refused to allow them to land and participate in the operation. Their response was: they unanimously suggested that the Primarch should directly send a full-strength Dreadnought Squadron to board the ship from the open hangar.

Then they can let them "carry out appropriate, accurate and restrained salvos on the passages here, so as to make the interior of the ship more spacious and suitable for walking, because half of the members of the Glorious Lakuan are Dreadnoughts! There is no need to use this as an excuse to keep us in the back and do nothing!" - An excited speech from a Dreadnought veteran who just didn't have enough spots to squeeze into the first batch of landings.

In the rare and intense search and cleanup of the battlefield (or street fighting), some members of the Iron Hands have noticed that there are still no visitors from Mars in their operation this time, not a single one. Similarly, the battle logs and codes are rarely placed in independent data partitions and are not open to their Martian allies.

This order, ostensibly an excuse to send the Mechanicus members away, was initially issued by Malkan in conjunction with the leader of the Basque clan of Karagu.

The original intention was to conceal the return of the Sage of Ferrus in the form of an ancient Dreadnought.

In fact, they felt a little confused when they thought about it now: since the Martian sect could even replace the joint seats of some small clans on Medusa, and had three permanent seats, and often spoke on behalf of other clans that were too busy to come, or put forward their own opinions on the development and battle trends of the Iron Hands, then why, when they found that Ferrus might really have the hope of returning to their midst, their first reaction was not to inform the priests from the Martian Forge World?
It is obvious that for the believers of Om Messiah, another identity of the Martian priests is to be the agents and preachers of the God of All Things.

The final conclusion is that some ineffable biological intuition that cannot be summarized by logic drives their first action reaction.

But it's not particularly surprising that Malkan Ferros would make such a joint decision.

Because his student, Cardan Sturnus, gave that important speech about steel and soul after the Highland Year Rebellion, and in the following five hundred years, he never put it into practice, but there was one small thing: he had been secretly trying to quietly restore some of the former glory of the Iron Tenth Legion.

Cardan overruled all opposition and demanded that the Chapter recognize that Priests, Apothecaries and Librarians were qualified to become Iron Fathers - this meant that they could also have a seat in the Iron Council, and that representatives from the Iron Hands were also introduced into the Iron Council: including members of the Brass Claws, Iron Lords, Iron Fists, Scarlet Claws and other Chapters.

By doing so, Warleader Cardan Stounus effectively secured a long tenure for himself, while also providing a check on the growing power of the Voice of Mars within the Iron Council.

It can be seen that although the two masters and apprentices were also mechanized and transformed, they were not stupid in estimating human nature, which was the luck of the Iron Hands. Otherwise, Ferrus Manus admitted that he "didn't know how to face some brothers and their descendants normally after reading some past Iron Hands battle records", and was then teased by the Fearless Phoenix, "The Iron Gorgon will also hide his face one day, then any miracle will not be surprising."

Therefore, after reading the records, Ferrus Manus told the Fearless Phoenix that "the tasks assigned to these two heirs are relatively more reliable." And at this moment when Cardan has not arrived yet, Markan and his old friends are the most reliable team of officers.

So now this group of most reliable officers who understand my father's intentions the best are sending other search teams far away, and forming a team themselves to search nervously in a tall workshop where a generator set is located.

Everyone's weapons are ready to go, and all detection equipment is turned to the most sensitive mode.

The tingling sensation brought by unprecedented dangerous pressure was attacking the neural interface on the Furnace Chain of each of them, where at the same time, a violent and huge stream of analytical data was migrating with their calculation team.

The complicated hexadecimal matrix formula of the "Calculus of Battle" is being calculated intensively by the Magi Calculi of Laquan. The winning rate given by the deadline is not high, and the preliminary prediction results of the calculation are even more incredible.

Therefore, they have asked the computing prognostiseer team to re-hold the data sacrifice ceremony to perform high-speed calculations, even though this will put the data prognostises' computing modules at risk of overheating and breakdown.

But this time is special. Even if the chance of winning is relatively low, the descendants of Tie Shi will not give up. But at the same time, due to the special nature of the result, they have reduced the scope of participants to the minimum allowed limit.

Because the preliminary result of the data calculation and prediction ceremony is that they may catch an unexpected and unprecedented loot here, which is so huge for the Iron Hands and they have been waiting for ten thousand years...

Gunfire rang out.

It is a shooting weapon favored by those mutant hounds, but the shooting point is tricky and accurate. If the people standing here are just recruits or Iron Hand monks who do not have enough relic prostheses or are not strong enough in transformation, they would probably have been succeeded.

But the Forge Master, the Iron Father and the clan leaders immediately launched a precise and determined counterattack.

Soon, those shooting points fell silent, and the metallic smell of fresh blood began to spread strongly in the air of this mechanical space.

But more gunfire began to ring out.

The firing sounds of various brands of firearms made a discordant rhythm, and the weak bullets hit the ancient and sophisticated armor of the Iron Hands. Relying on calculations to predict the trajectories of these low-speed shots, they easily withstood this wave of barrage attacks, but the number of mutants with weapons on the other side was unexpectedly large, and there were even some traitors of the Emperor's Children mixed in with them.

No wonder the calculated chances of winning were so low, but they could not and would not retreat before the Primarch arrived.

It seemed that someone had deliberately succeeded in pinning down these mixed and difficult-to-control enemies in the early stages, and miraculously suppressed their desire to attack, making them lie dormant here, causing the officer squad to misjudge the number and quality of the enemies. Now was the time for the invisible commander behind the scenes to reap the fruits of victory.

But this is still not a problem, the clan elites gathered here, each of them is a veteran with hundreds of years of reliable experience, and they have absorbed the knowledge and soul of all the relic prostheses transplanted into their bodies.

The Iron Hands switched between shooting and melee combat calmly and methodically, and every bomb fired was carefully calculated hundreds or thousands of times.

Soon, many sniper positions became quiet, and the huge mutants or Chaos Space Marines with sharp claws and teeth that dared to jump out to attack them in close combat were chopped into a mixture of steaming fresh organic matter and ceramic steel fragments.

They have killed a certain number of them, and the balance of victory in the battle is slowly tipping towards the Iron Hands.

But suddenly there was something.

A huge, light, elegant being wearing simple armor plates and carrying an unstoppable momentum passed through the jungle of steel and cables, crossed half of the power plant and rushed towards them.

A second before Markan Ferros was torn into pieces, he saw clearly the blade used by his dismemberment: it was almost just a piece of hastily sharpened, crude iron.

But the power, speed and skill of the user more than make up for the rest.

The primitive combat dagger plunged into Malkan's neck and began to cut and disintegrate -

A silver storm rolled in, and this time he finally succeeded in preventing the tragedy of beheading that was about to happen.

Silver eyes met purple eyes.

The golden silhouette of the mechanical bird was also reflected in the purple irises of the face that he was so familiar with.

Six eyes facing each other.

Two Fulgrims, and one Ferrus Manus.

(End of this chapter)