Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 715 (16) An unexpected reunion with him ten thousand years later

Surrounded by his two brothers and many battle nuns and priests, the Astartes figure, who was called "Sigismund" by the living saint himself, slowly spoke.

"if."

He said he could hear Lorian and Pavas behind him moving themselves restlessly, the ceramic steel of their armor making a slight clanking and rubbing sound.

"I said...no?"

The air in the cathedral froze for a terrifying moment, followed by an overwhelming wave of prayers, screams, pleas, incredulous gasps, and even bold shouts of accusations.

He looked up, and Saint Celestine's eyes met his.

Sigismund frowned again.

This girl… was indeed a devout one, but not who he thought she was.

But his feeling was not wrong, the person must be here to listen to his answer, so where was the person actually?

A communications officer rushed into the church door with a pale face. Sister Rivinia was about to reprimand him when she heard him almost screaming, "They are coming! They are coming!"

As if to provide a footnote to his scream, from outside the tall stained glass windows of the convent cathedral, which was painted with icons and roses, dense swarms of scarlet fiery meteors whistled above the clouds, tearing the calm lead-gray sky apart and instantly illuminating the faces of everyone inside and outside the cathedral in an ominous bright red light.

"Don't worry. I will follow my own heart's guidance."

He threw these words to the stunned crowd, drew his sword, put it to his forehead, and then strode out of the church.

Behind him, Celestine stopped the others from moving.

A new revelation suddenly appeared in the depths of her soul, and the path she should take was illuminated again.

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The Sisters of the Crimson Teardrop are worthy of being the Lords and Protectors of the world of Seidrika. Even before the arrival of the Living Saint, their confidence in the battle to defend the city was not groundless.

The Sisters' Great Cathedral is located in the main monastery, which is located atop the largest hive on the planet - in fact, this group of buildings occupies about 15 percent of the hive's highest point, and it has high and thick walls, abundant weaponry, and is full of anti-aircraft firepower and void shields.

Despite this, those Dreadclaws and other things painted scarlet, with spikes, battle marks and Khorne runes on their surfaces, continued to move towards the fortress whose void shield had not yet been removed. Sigismund just stood there and observed for a while and easily drew some conclusions.

1. The attackers are followers of the Blood God.

Second, their fleet was in high orbit, ranging from battleships to cruisers, with various models and numbers, but without any command, they were piled up in a mess in orbit, like vicious dogs fighting for food. In Sigismund's opinion, all the captains of this fleet should be brought to a military court and executed.

3. The unusual practice of dropping it directly to the ground without using orbital bombardment to remove the void shield was intentional. (Note: Blood God followers believe that long-range attacks are a sign of weakness and shame, and defeating opponents in close combat is considered the most pleasing behavior to Khorne.)
4. The aerial vehicles include Terror Claws, Storm Birds, Thunder Hawks, Demon Engine Aircraft, and captured and modified Imperial landing craft. Mixed in with all these densely packed things are the things with wings, heads and tails. They are Hell Dragons, a special type of Chaos Flying Demon Engine.

Sigismund narrowed his sophisticated electronic eyes, and all sensors scanned all targets in the sky at 360 degrees. Then, he instantly forcibly invaded the communications of some vehicles that seemed to be intact. It was the first time that he used such means without resistance, but it was much easier than he thought.

When Perturabo was forging his body, he had generously used the most mysterious technology in the galaxy. In the face of this miraculous technological power, the warships of these Blood God believers were like defenseless children's toys.

However, the content he obtained from it was relatively boring: almost all of it was beast-like roars, impatient bloodthirsty roars, loud praises to the Blood God Khorne, and promises to offer more skulls, or even just monotonous and repetitive howls such as "Blood sacrifice to the Blood God! Skulls for the Skull Seat! Kill! Cut! Burn! Kill! Cut! Burn!" However, he still calmly monitored and checked the channels of hundreds of units one by one, and then distinguished what he wanted from them: the instructions broadcast on a major public channel about landing hard and rushing hard to donate more blood and cut off more heads should come from the leader of this group of berserkers.

Combined with the intelligence he got from other warships, he immediately knew the other party's name and purpose: Kondas the Slayer, the Chaos Lord of Khorne, and a former member of the World Eaters Legion. He came here for the beacon and the skull.

The word World Eater triggered his Matrix associations. Images of time spent aboard the Conqueror, of intertwined arms and the bustling crowd outside the red-sand fighting pit flashed across his electronic retinas.

Sigismund ordered the Mind Core to put them all into the temporary file partition. Now was not a good time to recall the past.

Afterwards, as his coolant was exchanged three times, his battlefield analysis module arranged his next sequence and location of action based on the detection results.

In the eyes of Pavas and Lorian who rushed out of the gate of the cathedral, the defense at the end of the platform was finally broken by the carnivorous army ant-like berserkers and cultists. The people had already fled and hidden, and only the Saderika defenders and the battle nuns were still fighting.

But their good luck seemed to be coming to an end, because from the billowing black smoke and blood, a huge swaying black shadow was rising. The millions of dead in just a few minutes of the landing assault - most of them were even the Slaughterer Warband's own people - summoned the huge demons under the Blood God on the ground of Saderika. Obviously, the Blood God really didn't care where the blood came from.

In the eyes of those who witnessed his actions, the figure, still covered in the same sunset yellow color as ten thousand years ago, seemed to have just swayed slightly on the spot, and then suddenly appeared in front of the demon's claws that were more than three times larger than him.

And when the demon raised its axe and whip and was about to roar or say something, Sigismund just nodded, then raised his sword and cut off its head.

It happened easily and naturally, just like a person walking to the edge of a field and picking a tomato.

There followed a steady advance, a peaceful clearing, with no war cries, no shouting, no loud prayers.

He simply marches forward and reaps.

Quickly and silently harvest the lives of any enemies in his path.

While the trembling fingers of the defenders were still subconsciously pulling the trigger, there was no standing enemy for them to shoot in the huge square.

Cheers of joy and tears rang out after a period of silence, reaching a climax when the Living Saint appeared at the top of the stairs with her twin maids.

Pavas and Lorian approached the legendary swordsman standing on the top edge of the armored fortress with caution and awe.

"I have asked Desorian to immediately clear a road leading to here from the island." Sigismund's face showed no joy. "But he is obviously unwilling to withdraw like this. Now I will take you down. You'd better take him to another direction for defense."

"Why?" Lorian exclaimed.

Sigismund's ice-blue eyes looked towards an island on the horizon far away from the hive. It seemed that the island had just been hit by some falling Chaos Terror Claws, and a raging fire broke out on the promethium refining tower.

"Because he is here. Anyone else will die fighting him. Since I am already here, there is no need to sacrifice myself in vain."

"Who? Who's coming?"

A name came out from Sigismund's thin bionic lips again after ten thousand years.

"Kahn."

(End of this chapter)