Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 717 (18) Joyful confrontation, his message
The moment Sigismund learned of Kahn's arrival, his thought matrix began to run at high speed, simulating countless encounter scenarios.

These scenes emerged in his consciousness like illusory bubbles, even covering those almost absurd and impossible scenes.

For example, the moment Kahn saw him, he would suddenly open his eyes from the thick blood of the Blood God, turn back from his wrong path, and then fight alongside him, launching a rebellion without hesitation to get rid of the heavy collar on his body until he died heroically - however, another part of the thinking matrix was cold and ruthless, using precise data to show the probability of this possibility as extremely low, like a faint candlelight that could be extinguished at any time.

Or perhaps, when Kahn sees Sigismund now, he will use his supernatural eyes blessed by the God of Darkness to see through his true face at a glance, and mercilessly laugh at him in front of everyone for such a more depraved behavior, which is tantamount to the pot calling the kettle black.

Sigismund felt sad when he thought of this.

After ten thousand long years and tens of millions of brutal battles, perhaps what is left to him is just a shattered phantom of his former chain brother, an empty shell with only the appearance but no substance, just like himself now.

If he is now a perfectly refined metal specimen of his former self, then what about Khârn? Perhaps he has already been shaped by the Blood God into his favorite hunting dog and killing toy.

Sigismund did not dare to think further. The worst case scenario was that Khârn knew all this, but still followed his Primarch wholeheartedly, throwing himself into this endless eternal killing show that was neither honorable nor in line with the way of a warrior.

Slaves will perform for audiences forever.

Finally, from the dark and swirling blood mist, there was a loud sound of metal boots stepping on the ground.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god!"

A huge black shadow wielding a huge chainsaw axe appeared in front of the defenders.

Lasers, explosive shells, and fragmentation grenades immediately engulfed him in a storm of fire, but did not cause him any substantial damage.

Sigismund realized in an instant that all his previous simulations were completely wrong, and extremely wrong.

His chained brothers had ceased to exist many years ago, and beneath the blood-stained helmet was only the endless rage and pain chosen by the Blood God.

But the next moment, he smiled.
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Kahn's appearance was like a terrifying storm that instantly swept across the entire battlefield.

The Imperial Fists present were by no means mediocre. Those warriors who had never been afraid in countless battles could not help but feel a strong sense of fear in their hearts when facing Kahn.

The pressure brought back memories of the horrors of previous battles, and the weapons in their hands seemed to become extremely heavy.

The mortal army was like frightened birds. Some of them collapsed to the ground in fear, while others turned around and fled frantically. The political commissar's shouts and gunshots rang out everywhere, and the battlefield was in chaos.

Wherever Kahn went, it seemed as if the shadow of death was shrouding the crowd, and fear spread rapidly among the crowd like a virus.
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And in Sigismund's eyes, this huge entity was being annotated by his database: one of the many fragments of the destiny of Ironheart Chief Captain Kahn; the strength of this fragment is [λ+], the influence of this fragment on Chief Captain Kahn is [λ-], the disturbance to the destiny of the Ironheart Chapter is [θ-], and the influence on the destiny of Angron Petra, Lord of Nuceria is [λ]; the probability of this fragment disturbing the timeline of this mission is [50%], please execute with caution.

Looking at these notes, the last bit of extra emotion in Sigismund's heart towards the old man was completely wiped out.

At this moment, there was only an indescribable and boundless joy in his heart. This joy filled his metal reactor and thought matrix with heat, and even mixed with a hint of deep gratitude to the person who recast him. Because he saw the signature and a message under this note: Use the sword in your hand to create our destiny. My son.

This is an extremely cleverly encrypted message that can only be observed when the robot's virtual soul is loaded, the personality code starts running and the reactor is ignited. When anyone else wants to observe it, they can only see a meaningless blank.

Lorian and Pavas heard Sigismund's soft murmur, "I will live up to your trust."

Further away, deep in Saint Celestine’s eyes, two balls of golden light seemed to be burning.

Then they saw Sigismund slowly place the sword against his forehead, looking towards the figure who had once been his Blood God Champion and Chain Brother, and performing the ancient etiquette of a swordsman.

When seeing the other party make this move, the crazy betrayer and butcher suddenly let out an extremely angry and tragic roar.

"How dare you! How dare you! You thieving villain, you blasphemer, you liar, you liar! I will crush you here today! He is already dead, do not tarnish his warrior's honor! You corpse worshippers, how dare you not even let a warrior like him go? I came here this time to fight the angel of the Corpse King. I will cut off her head and pile her skull next to the brass throne. But before that, I will kill you, the impostor and blasphemer! I will crush your skull with my own hands!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Kahn rushed towards Sigismund like a mad beast, waving the huge chainsaw axe that exuded a bloody smell in his hand.

Every step crushed the precious marble beneath his feet, crushing the living and the dead along the way into footprints of blood and bones.

There was rage burning in the betrayer's eyes, but Sigismund seemed unusually calm. He held the sword tightly in both hands, and the sword trembled slightly, as if it was accumulating strength.

His eyes were calmly locked on Kahn, with no fear in them, only a desire to fight.

When the two were about to approach, Kahn suddenly jumped up, and with a huge axe in his hand, he chopped down fiercely at Sigismund's head with a force of a thousand pounds. The huge axe cut through the air, making a sharp whistle, as if it was going to tear the space apart. Sigismund was not in a hurry. He flashed and cleverly avoided Kahn's fatal blow. At the same time, the sword in his hand stabbed at Kahn's waist like a silver lightning. Kahn reacted very quickly. He quickly retracted the blood son and blocked Sigismund's sword with the axe handle. The sound of the mica dragon's teeth colliding with the black sword blade resounded throughout the battlefield, and sparks flew everywhere. The two crossed each other, and then quickly turned around and rushed towards each other again. This time, Kahn changed his attack method. He began to move quickly around Sigismund, and the deadly weapon in his hand was constantly swung out from all angles. With each attack, the sharp blade was surging with deep red anger and power, and it was chosen to devour people.

Sigismund dodged Kahn's attacks flexibly while looking for his weakness. His movements were graceful and agile, as if he was fighting a duel with ease, which formed a sharp contrast with Kahn's violent attack. After several rounds of fighting, Kahn suddenly roared, and a powerful blood-red energy instantly surged around his body. This energy was like a surging tide, enveloping him. His aura became more crazy, and any mortal who dared to approach him would begin to scream in fear and then be scared to death.

Sigismund felt this strong pressure, but he did not back down. He concentrated his mind and improved his simple sword skills to the extreme, while suppressing the automatic combat mode of his reactor that was frantically demanding output.

With a flash of enlightenment running through his matrix, Sigismund knew the other party's next move, a gift he was born with, an instinct he had as a human being.

"—I will kill you with the power of the Sigismund you knew, 'Kahn'."

He said.

"This will be my final farewell to you, 'brother.'"

(End of this chapter)