Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 719 (20) Which little brat is always bugging my quest line?

"We can't go on like this," he told Saint Celestine.

The living saint showed a gentle and sad expression, as if he had already foreseen his intention.

——Donne's humor! She certainly knew what he was going to say, and she should also understand why the situation has evolved into what it is now.

At that time, the Living Saint had just folded his metal wings and landed in the center of the broken square filled with 8,000 defenders and dozens of vehicles. He used the power of faith to publicly revive a combat nun who had been carried up from the lower level and was already dead.

This miracle of resurrecting the dead undoubtedly greatly encouraged and boosted the morale of the defenders, and even the members of the Imperial Fists had to express their respect for this - with the exception of Sigismund.

Just as Celestine was surrounded by her sisters of battle, Sigismund was surrounded by the bright yellow of the Imperial Fists this time. The Sword Master stood on the top of the stepped hill formed by the armor, like a beacon on the rock.

Beside him, Desorian was reallocating the combat squads of the 4th Company through the communication, and asking their gunship crews to launch more counterattacks and reconnaissance around the main hive.

He stood there indifferently, waiting for her to complete the entire "performance" that he had seen seven times in the same thirteen minutes.

Sure enough, Sigismund thought, the "mission" given to him would never be so simple, no matter who gave it to him.

Completely changing his fate was not something he could accomplish simply by chopping off the head with the face of an old friend with a heart as sharp as a mirror.

Destiny is such a delicate and fragile fabric that if it is successfully cut from a pattern... it still has to be sewn to a suitable place to ensure a coherent flow of time. And if any excessive disturbance has not been eliminated, the continuity of time and space cannot be connected normally.

The period of time when both ends are separated will become the situation he is facing now.

A fragment of a time loop with multiple rewinds.

It was cut off from the fate of the main universe, but has not yet been connected to a new section. This is very dangerous. The disturbance must be eliminated as soon as possible and the other end must be connected.

Otherwise, his mind matrix told him that there was a possibility that they would be trapped in this lost fragment and sink forever in the cracks of some abyssal dimension - and the calculated probability was not low.

What started out as a petty, sneaky "thing" has now turned into something that involves the people closest to him, everything he cares about, and the fate of the entire galaxy. Who could have known?
Anyway, although he couldn't see it, he guessed that this change had at least pleased a being who was already laughing so hard that he couldn't breathe again.

He briefly gave Desorian and his men some instructions such as "Don't fight until I have cleared the situation. This is an order. It has nothing to do with your honor. Obey it."

Then Sigismund jumped down the stairs and strode towards a place where there seemed to be nothing but a ball of dark smoke that was expanding and churning like blood-red lava.

He drew his sword, raised it, put it to his forehead and saluted solemnly.

Then - amid the cheers of the mortal defenders, the anti-gravity engine in his body was activated, carrying him into the sky.

He turned on the strong light behind his helmet, casting a platinum light on the back of his head - a color associated with light and hope.

Then, he raised the black sword, letting the reactor shoot a beam of light from the hilt toward the sky, and rushed resolutely into the black smoke.

Just at this moment, Kahn's huge black figure wrapped in blood and waving the blood sword rushed out. "Blood sacrifice..." He had just shouted two words when his head was chopped off by Sigismund's sword.

The Sword Master turned around and skillfully opened his reactor jets on both sides of his body, sending several misty air currents like wings to the left and right. As the white air currents were pushed out, the six long wings spread out gracefully and brilliantly.

He raised his sword high toward the crowd.

The cheers, praises and hymns grew louder.

But Sigismund had no expression on his face, and only sighed inwardly in his mind matrix - he felt again the time that began to flow backwards, causing his stable mind matrix to present a sense of imbalance similar to a human concussion, and his reactor coolant was almost boiling to ensure that there were no problems with his core. ——————————

"We can't go on like this."

He said to Saint Celestine.

"This is the ninth time. I never thought that someone who claims to be a god would be so unplayable."

The living saint flapped his wings, approached him gently, and placed his hand on the cold surface of his armor: "Think again, you can always find that point. This is your talent, Sigismund."

"Sometimes I really feel that I can't communicate with prophets like you. Can speaking more directly change fate? If so, why do we need eternal war and so many sacrifices? We can just let the prophets of both sides start to predict each other and solve all problems. The winner will be the king and the loser will be the bandit."

Saint Celestine responded to this outrageous speech with only a mechanical smile on her beautiful face - huge, divine, and empty.

- Of course, he never told her the data notes that had been flashing in the eyepiece of his artificial eye: Khorne's influence on this timeline of quest was 50%, mainly caused by the appearance of Kahn, but the other 50% of the disturbance factors obviously had nothing to do with Holders and his warband.

During the fifth retrospection, Sigismund was able to determine that the role of this huge war gang was only to provide Kahn with void ships and airdrop capsules to help him hunt for the head of Saint Celestine.

So, who caused this 50% disturbance? Which god's will was lurking here to interfere with the direction of the fate line, causing them to be stuck at this time node and forced to experience nine replays? He even had to chop off Kahn's head eight times in public - once he tried a method other than quickly killing Kahn, but the consequences were obviously worse.

In fact, Sigismund's thought matrix had roughly figured out the situation during the third retrospection. He began to pay attention to the details that had been ignored before and started a wide-area scan. However, due to the time limit for retrospection, he could only scan different areas each time and then combine them together.

By the fourth time he looked back, he had learned how to quickly "fool" everyone - imitating Celestine and making full use of special effects: roses and pigeons are really hard to make without rice, but he can enhance his light effects and use hot and cold exchange gases and radiation to create dazzling effects. In the golden light of the steaming clouds, he only needs to turn on the anti-gravity engine and hold up the sword in the clouds. He doesn't need to say anything, everything is self-evident.

Everyone believed that he was another living saint sent from heaven, and they spontaneously rationalized his behavior, which made him deeply feel how much time and effort could be saved in the name of religion to drive them to act according to his will.

We may have underestimated Lorgar and his legion. He was secretly alert in his heart, and kept the warning not to rely on such power suspended above his eyepiece vision.

"Who is it? One or two? It would be best if there is only one, otherwise the deadlock will probably happen again. And the hidden disruptor must be as powerful as the Blood God behind Kahn."

"You really don't know who it is?" he asked Saint Celestine for the last time.

At the same time, at the end of the passage under the marble steps, the explosion cloud that foreshadowed the arrival of Kahn was faintly visible - the concentration of blood mist seemed to be higher when Kahn appeared for the ninth time. Obviously, there was at least one guy who "couldn't afford to play" and was raising the stakes every time.

The living saint blinked, as if awakening from a spiritual revelation.

She shook her head, plucked a rose from the crown on the hilt, spread her wings slightly, and inserted the flower on the paladin's breastplate.

His database immediately and considerately popped up a note about this behavior.

Sigismund let out a breath and turned to the Imperial Fists whom he had summoned in advance this time.

"This time, I will take the initiative. I plan to clear all enemies from the first floor to the eighty-eighth floor within eleven minutes, including the Berserkers, the Chaos Lords and their Unborn masters, and Kahn."

In the shocked eyes of the crowd, he continued: "I will not fail. I ask you to do only one thing: hold the front line I have cleared until I complete my mission."

Obviously, except for the Living Saint, everyone mistakenly believed that "this time" and "mission" were directed at the Saint of Terra. They shouted prayers loudly and braced themselves to prepare to meet the enemy.

——This time, he wanted to see what would emerge from the water after he personally cut off all the known disturbances.

(End of this chapter)