Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 811 Preface
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The rings of gas giants remain unchanged throughout history, slowly rotating, while the rapidly spinning rocks and dust create a beautiful, tranquil, and timeless cosmic ribbon...

A series of sparks from the impact suddenly ignited in the star ring, the energy from the collision of steel and stone illuminating the ground that had been dark for billions of years.

With the spark that shattered the silence of death and the massive, silent impact in the vacuum, a battered Astartes ship emerged from the planet's far side, covered in dust and streaked with explosions and flames.

The ship looked so dilapidated that it could no longer sail, but for some reason, its mechanical spirit continued to emit a low, hoarse roar, throwing out a large amount of shipboard objects and even blood-like strips of debris formed by the crew from the breach on the stern, while carrying its crew forward in a stumbling and swaying manner.

Then, the planet suddenly "darkened".

A massive swarm of Terran Zerg, accompanied by the mothership, appeared from behind like a cosmic-scaled cloud.

They are not a ship, not a fleet, but a living nebula.

Millions of biological constructs of varying sizes swarmed out from the dark side of the gas giant, their shell edges reflecting the high-energy particles escaping from the planet's core, displaying an eerie color somewhere between rotting purple and coagulated blood.

The biological warship at the forefront spewed out trails of flammable acid from its ruptured belly, grazing the top of the gas giant's atmosphere and igniting the methane cloud into an eerie blue sea of ​​fire.

Just as the leading biological warship was about to successfully devour the small strike cruiser, the ship's mechanical spirit suddenly disobeyed the operating orders of the few remaining engineers and the only technical sergeant.

"what happened?!"

"I don't know! My lord! I don't know!" "Could it be because we didn't have enough holy oil to anoint and perfume him?!"

"Stop chanting! Get to your driver's seat! Where's the emergency control backup?!"

"It was destroyed in the battle just now!"

"What's that sound on the communications channel? Are there any other Imperial fleets nearby?! Calling for backup!"

"————Lamizane——will——take in…………——announcement——Zzz——The Great Rift……Dark——team——recruiting……Zzz——Space Marines,——Zzz——choose——,——individual——,——all——war——,……Zzz……warships, local——……———Zzz——…………equipment——crippled——……Zzz——skilled——Zzz——handling——human——Zzz——,——providing——Stormbirds and——Terminators——, if interested——,——you will——go to——star——……Zzz——the largest ship——and specify——Zzz——"

"What? Who is Ramizann? Where are you from?! Can you hear us?! This is..."

Just as the engine room and bridge were having a desperate conversation, all the control panels on the ship suddenly lit up on their own.

As if she had heard something, she roused herself in a final burst of energy and, with a desperate effort, propelled her aging and dilapidated warp engine one last time, leaping into the air amidst the furious and hungry roars of the Tyranids.

The first biological mothership reluctantly parried the sharp teeth in its giant mouth, but all it could bite into was the plasma mist left behind after the subspace closed.

(End of this chapter)