Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 446: Some blue men are born to kidnap battle brothers... (4K3)
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White Archon, Wolf Brother, Crimson Fist, Conqueror, Howling Griffin... and many more chapter emblems that even Uriel Ventress could not distinguish after more than a hundred years of service appeared on the shoulders of these tall figures.

But without exception, these emblems that once represented their respective honor and heritage now have an "X" crudely crossed out with red paint.

Uriel guessed that this should be a manifestation of negation of both the Empire and Chaos: retaining the original chapter's emblem under the red cross, but not covering them with eight-pointed stars, blood, or other paints, a wanderer who abandoned his original identity or someone who fled here for some reason.

Their paint schemes ranged from white to gray, from red to green, and from blue to black, with the colors of the missing armor roughly filled in and hastily tied with wire, and the models of power armor patchwork ranged from the ancient Mark II to the relatively new Mark VII.

A mob, that is all, and even if they have any think tank members, there are no technical sergeants following them, which can be seen from the level of repair. As for combat priests, of course, there is no need to think about it, there will be no such thing.

Pasanius whispered into his communication beads, "This is more than I thought..."

"Down and out." Uriel interrupted his friend without hesitation.

"What are you talking about?" the former White Archon shouted, "Don't think we don't know you're secretly talking on the phone!"

"Nothing." Uriel raised his voice a little, "Perhaps we can really talk. My real name, friends, I don't want to lie, but just before I was exiled, my real name was Uriel Ventress, I was the captain of the 4th Company of the Ultramarines Chapter, this is my comrade and friend, Anverk is just his code name here, his name is Pasanius Lesani. The crime we were expelled for was violating the Codex Astartes."

Pasanius swore that the fuzzy-looking son of Rus was definitely smiling, and smiling with malicious intent.

"It may be ridiculous, but faith in the Codex runs deep in our bones. We accepted our punishment until our Chief Librarian Tigris saw fit to add a Death Oath mission to our Atonement Crusade, making our deaths more meaningful."

"Then you are here to die in vain!" said the tall sergeant wearing blue power armor, with a red fist on his shoulder covered by a red cross, "Why should we follow you to die?"

"We are indeed here to fulfill our death oath, and only after it is fulfilled can we return to our home world - I believe it can be fulfilled, because we are not alone now! Until then, we are people without a chapter and without honor just like you. But since we all think Chaos is a fucking asshole, then we have the same purpose! Since we have not truly lost our courage and honor, you can pick them up again! Although we no longer stand under the banner of the Empire, we are still Space Marines! One of the purposes of our creation is to fight against Chaos! Fight! Fight! For our beliefs, destroy the enemies of mankind! Such heroic battles are the destiny of Space Marines!"

"Forget it, brother! You sound nice, but you hang out with those Chaos traitors and corrupted Iron Warriors every day!"

"They are not Iron Warriors. At least the one leading them now is not." Uriel took off his helmet before Pasanius could stop him, so that the other party could see his very clean face clearly. The light of the sky burning eternally like white phosphorus in Medrengard made him squint, but the physiological function of the Astartes quickly adjusted the light passing through his pupils and corneas to a level that allowed normal vision. "Since you have been observing this place for a few days, you must have discovered it."

"That guy is indeed very tall and is wearing the same power armor as yours. There are also some amulets on it that are not very standard but are righteous enough in this damn place. So this is one of the reasons why I just suggested that we spare your lives. I'm very curious." The hoarse voice of the second answer just now said again, revealing his figure at the same time.

This was a warrior of medium build, wearing faded red armor. Under the red cross of his parchment-white shoulder armor was a black bird with outstretched wings, with a drop of red blood in the center.

"But this lord... you said he was from the Silver Skulls Chapter?... Well, even if he is also a member of the Silver Skulls' Prophecy Group, then the warp ability he possesses is also one of the best. But this ability is the first time I have seen it in a Silver Skull, or I can say that I have hardly seen this ability in any Space Marine. It is very interesting, very interesting. If you know where his power comes from, maybe you can tell me."

"Pardon me, brothers, but which brother am I speaking to?"

"Seraphis." The warrior also took off his helmet. His face looked old and haggard, with the deep black eye sockets and unhealthy complexion of someone who had been unable to sleep well for a long time - this was not very common in the Astartes, who were able to shut down part of their brain for rotational rest.

"As you can see, before I began my wanderings, I served as a Librarian for the Blood Ravens. One of our Chapter's traditions is the pursuit and organization of countless lost knowledge, including those of darkness and taboo, which our secret masters believe will enable us to better fight against xenos, heretics, and the Unborn."

Of course, the former think tank wisely did not mention the role he played in the process of these knowledge explorations and how he finally ran away, and Uriel also tacitly avoided the topic.

"Brother Seraphim. Thank you for your wisdom and contribution to our meeting. If you want to know the source of Captain Soltarn's power, you can come with us..."

"What did you call him?" the warrior from the Crimson Fists shouted abruptly, "Thortann? The Iron Warrior's Thortann? Ha! You must have been deceived and are still working for others! Who doesn't know Thortann vor Bron in Medlengard?! He is one of the oldest Iron Warriors here! His service record can be traced back to the Great Crusade ten thousand years ago!"

Pasanius' scalp tingled, his hair stood on end, and he gaped in his helmet at the sudden revelation of the darkness he had heard.

As he turned to his captain for help, the familiar, cold feeling of fear crept into his heart again: Uriel Ventress's gray eyes and the aristocratic features inherited from Robert Guilliman did not show any sign of wavering, on the contrary, there was a hint of cruel and terrible interest in them.

"...So I think this meeting was quite successful, Pausanius. You see."

Uriel Ventress turned to the Crimson Fist who was speaking. "What should I call you, brother? Can I ask you a few more questions?"

"Kayama Shay," the former Crimson Fist replied, his skull covered with scars of varying ages, showing the battles he had fought. "What do you want to know?"

"Anything about Soltarn and the Iron Warriors. Including this fortress before us."

Crimson Fist exchanged glances with the White Archon and Blood Raven beside him.

"What's in it for us?"

Uriel shrugged. "As you can see, I can allocate some military supplies, including food, weapons and ammunition."

"Ha! Would the glorious captain of the Ultramarines also betray? I'm beginning to think that you might not have been kicked out for violating the rules in the book. By betraying the traitor again to gain your own benefits? This would make what you just said seem like a joke, Uriel Ventress." "Causing the greatest damage to the enemies of the Empire and clearing all obstacles on our way in order to fulfill my death oath is my most important and main goal at the moment." The coldness in Uriel's words shut the Wolf Brothers up.

"Could our Chief Librarian be such a naive person that he would think that sending only two of us Astartes soldiers without even heavy weapons and logistical supplies could accomplish the great mission he marked? Destroy the creations of the devil, destroy the hope of the Chaos Space Marines to multiply? This is even worthy of an entire chapter, but now, there are only two of us, with nothing, standing on a demon planet in the Eye of Terror. And we have even crossed the entire galaxy and arrived at our target destination. Who can still say that this is not a blessed mission that can gain real honor?"

"At this point, with this blessing, I will no longer let our mission face the possibility of failure by sticking to any formal rules. Even if they are enemies, if they are opponents of the enemies on my way to accomplish the mission, then they are our natural allies."

Uriel stared into the eyes or eyepieces of every traitor who came out with his gray storm eyes. He looked at each of them and spoke loudly.

"Well, finally, I really don't know why any of you are standing here, why you were expelled from your regiment or abandoned them, and what kind of journey and changes brought you to this hellhole, but I don't care about these anymore. I have heard your stories. I have also shared mine with you. If you are tired of hiding and struggling to survive every day, then follow me. I ask you to join us in this truly glorious mission, and gain the final courage and glory. I am willing to share it with you, and provide you with a chance to regain your honor, prove yourself, and prove that you are still a true warrior at the end of the journey!"

There was total silence, except for the howling wind that blew through the cracks in the rocks.

Some people looked at each other.

Finally, Jeffer of the White Archon spoke.

"What good would it be if we died, died on your mission? Who would remember them? On this evil planet?"

"I will." Uriel answered firmly. "Do you see my determination? I will definitely fulfill my oath and return to the outside of the Eye of Terror. I will remember your honor as a warrior."

He unconsciously placed his hand on his chest, just below his collarbone.

There, the rosary pendant was radiating heat.

The Blood Raven Librarian narrowed his eyes.
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"…So you brought me a bunch of what?"

Standing in the command room surrounded by officers, Thortan vo Bron's temples hummed and began to swell under the black sun of Medlengard.

"A group of Space Marines." Uriel, who was standing opposite him, said bluntly, "A group of combat veterans, very familiar with the combat style of the Iron Warriors, and very good at fighting them."

"All right." The old stonemason's eyes met Uriel's gray eyes for a moment, and then separated like lightning. The second captain sighed from behind his respirator. "Do you have anything else to add? Filhammer-Uriel?"

"Not yet." The former Ultramarines, still wearing silver armor, answered calmly. The ease he pretended to have on his noble face had disappeared, replaced by determination, dedication, and sacrifice. "After our oath is completed, I will ask you if I want to, but before that, I think we should not ask each other too much."

"We are about to attack. We don't have much time to delay. Lieutenant Colonel Leonid, are all your vehicle crews in place?"

"Yes, sir." The Yolan man coughed and replied. He still looked sick, but the commander's sky blue uniform had been rearranged as much as possible, and the bronze breastplate and power sword were back in his equipment. "We will follow the Titan troops as planned. The infantry regiment is also ready. We will open a landing area on the side of the city wall."

Soltarn nodded and turned his attention back to the twenty-seven Renegades standing in front of him in his command room.

"Let me see. ...Oh...It's rare. You guys. Ah, especially you, there are still...He will definitely like it."

The traitors who were scanned by Soltann one by one felt the weirdness in the gaze of this lord whose position was currently unclear: there was no obvious malice, murderous intent, or the usual discomfort caused by chaos pollution, but it always felt weird, as if something had... noticed them in advance?

"Very good! You passed! As long as you work hard, our father is not one to be stingy with rewards. Follow your father's wishes, and so will I. You will get better than your best imagination."

"Your father?" It was Seraface who spoke again. The Blood Raven Librarian frowned deeply. "Did your power come from him? Is that why he left here? Has he ascended to a higher place?"

"My power is innate," Soltann replied, "but the gift from the Gene Father allowed me to transcend myself and realize the 'truth'."

Seraface's eyes suddenly gleamed with brilliance, and he suddenly repeated with great enthusiasm, "Reality! One of the ultimate mysteries of the universe?!"

"It's more... mysterious and mysterious than that."

"Then I want to join." The former Blood Raven think tank made the decision without hesitation for almost a second.

"Well, although he is quite foolish in some aspects, old man Seraface's intuition about seeking benefits and avoiding harm is still quite accurate. Then I will join in." The wolf brother, Svoljard, rubbed his nose and took a step forward.

Then, one by one, the traitors knelt before Thortarn.

"Finally." Uriel Ventress, who was watching everything, turned to Soltan who was sighing, "I have one more thing to say about my mission."

(End of this chapter)