Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 899 Even in your condition, why are you still thinking about that...?
"grown ups!"

When the Death Guard led by Kefal Morag entered the battlefield, they also witnessed their Primarch displaying incredible power—no, I am the Death Guard, this is a god!

Of course, no one would suddenly develop a serious illness and reveal it to the Primarch during the above activities, but there is no doubt that the Death Guard's vehicle spirits and morale suddenly soared to unprecedented heights, and they no longer questioned any orders issued to them by the Primarch.

As the Primarch gazed at the clouds that almost completely enveloped the left flank, and the towering figure of the Terminator, who was reaping the knight armor with unstoppable momentum and leading two Terminators whose agility was almost too great to be called Death Guards, the Primarch felt not only deep awe but also a surge of pride.

This is our Mortarion of Barbaros!

Our original!
Our Mortarion!
Almost instantly, they proudly recalled his identity and his rise to power. The title of Liberator was brought up again in some squad channels, and warriors who had fought alongside the Primarch or heard his legend began to recount the details of the story that had been overshadowed by the Emperor's glory.

Therefore, when they finally arrived following the ingenious plan left by Mortarion and the path opened by the Devourers, they were given several strange orders. Although the Death Guards found it very strange, they complied with them completely.

These commands, at first glance, seem quite nonsensical, including:

"Send a team to check the Blood Angels at the following coordinates. If they haven't successfully committed suicide yet, throw stasis bombs and tranquilizer gas to prevent them from dying. If you see an Astartes floating in flames, capture him first. If he tries to escape, call me immediately. Capturing him is the top priority."

Or, “send several teams to search for any surviving Ultra Warriors, and if you find any, shoot them with muscle toxins, tranquilizer gas, and stasis bombs.”

For example, “If you see me flying in the sky with two death shrouds, that’s normal, don’t be surprised, and don’t look up. If you see a Saturn Terminator spreading poison everywhere, put on your helmet, stay away from him, and prohibit anyone with faulty armor from coming within ten kilometers of him.”

Or, “If you encounter any of the Sons of Horus who are still alive, give them an injection to numb them and send them back, or pretend that you poisoned them when you released some kind of nerve gas. In short, don’t let them realize what we’re doing here or run back and talk nonsense.”

Of course, considering the last point, all these orders must be problematic. Everyone isn't stupid; they all know they are now following the Warmaster, not the Emperor, and it would be disloyal not to let the Son of Horus go back and spread rumors.

But you see, right? Since their original genetic material can now fly through the clouds and look inhuman, isn't it normal for them to have some ideas of their own?
If the Warlord was disloyal on the first day of the month, how could the Death Guard be obliged to be loyal on the fifteenth?

Therefore, after the initial shock subsided, the Death Guards, who thought they had immediately understood their Primarch's unspoken thoughts, immediately sprang into action, spreading out across the battlefield.

Those who need to launch surprise attacks should do so, those who need to administer tranquilizers should do so, those who need to pack up should pack up, those who need to set up smoke grenades should set up smoke grenades, and those who need to destroy the evidence should destroy the evidence.

For a while, the battlefield on this side looked quite busy, and the Death Guards seemed to be working very hard.

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"What...what are they doing?"

In the cockpit of the Imperial Titan, Ms. Itana Karonitz, the pilot of the Terra Paragon, recovered from the pain of being stabbed in the back and asked in surprise.

Her voice came from in front of her control console and sounded completely human. Contrary to her usual behavior, she was not connected by a lot of ugly pipes and could move freely on her control deck and elsewhere.

Unlike many advanced Titan pilots on Mars and Terra, this woman did not remove her organs and seal herself in an amniotic fluid coffin in order to achieve faster communication speeds and higher synchronization rates.

Yet she still commands this glorious queen of the earth, this impossible miracle machine, with the help of tens of thousands of assistants, priests, and servants, as if it were her own arm.

She preferred to take more extreme and costly measures to gain some freedom of movement while maintaining her piloting ability—of course, this was also thanks to the ancient technology of the Riza, as Titan pilots like her were extremely rare.

She has a beautiful, smooth, ivory-white humanoid armor, as if made of ceramic. Her legs, powered by servo motors and pistons, are entirely mechanical, with her lower legs specially designed with reverse joints to distinguish her from ordinary people and to gain faster movement speed and stronger jumping ability.

This specially designed mecha is derived from a variant of a Casterland automated combat soldier, but she is more refined and slender, and her internal special neural pulse units and remote sensors are more abundant and dense, allowing her to almost synchronously and completely feel the pain of her Titan being attacked.

This is why Pallas felt as if he heard the Titan's Pain Cry; Lady Karonitz was indeed sharing her senses with her divine machine to control it sensitively and promptly.

Beneath her milky-white shell, everything is a meticulously crafted masterpiece of neural pulse links corresponding to various parts of the Titan. Only her head and spine remain Karonitz's own. In other words, she can be described as a fearless metamorphosis, or more precisely, she is a robot entirely, except for her brain and spinal cord.

Of course, if she were on Terra or Mars, this behavior of completely stepping on the red line would likely subject her to numerous criticisms and inquiries, even if she were from Riza and a captain of the Imperial Titan.

But in Moro, a place far from the reach of the central government, she was the most powerful spokesperson and leader of the Titan Legion, which naturally made her more comfortable. Moreover, for this reason, she wouldn't bother returning to the solar system—it was a duty arrangement that satisfied both sides.

“I don’t know, ma’am.”

Senior First Officer Su Le replied. This dutiful assistant was sifting through tens of thousands of command information, communications, ground feedback, attack and target lock data flooding him to find the answer the captain needed. However, he could not help the captain, who had just collapsed to the ground in pain from the attack, because one of his arms had been completely integrated into the control panel as a data transmission and operation channel.

However, given the current situation, it's really not fair to blame him for giving such an answer.

Because all external image data indicated that just before the Terra Paragon was attacked by the rebellious Tiwann family, Captain Karonitz collapsed in pain due to a synchronization issue, and the Imperial Titan was about to be severely damaged—

Someone single-handedly—literally—charged into the terrifying battlefield of the God Machine versus the Creator, and then began to eliminate the imminent crisis for the Terra Exemplar by slaying traitorous mechs one by one.

This was certainly very heroic and a real miracle, deserving of heartfelt gratitude from Ms. Karonitz and her crew.

However, it would have been better if this eagle-like saint hadn't been identified by the Terra Exemplar's data comparison database as "the closest possibility: Death Guard Primarch Mortalian".

Mortarion is a traitorous Primarch who openly follows the Warmaster and is one of their enemies in this war, yet he rescued the Terra Exemplar from Imperial traitors? What's going on? Has the enemy started fighting amongst themselves?
"Thank you, Mr. Su Le. Please continue to monitor the movements of Mortarion and the Death Guard. For now, continue to mark them as enemy forces, but the attack priority against them can be lowered to after the Shadowblades of the Sons of Horus and other super-heavy armor."

"The orders have been delivered. But Madam Captain, during the attack just now, the aft power reactor leaked, the armor plates were damaged, and some decks have automatically sealed off. We have also lost a large number of mechanical priests and slaves and servants from the power department."

"I understand. I've sent you the damaged area. Where's the damage control?"

"The damage control department has already set off."

“This is making the battlefield situation increasingly difficult for me. — It seems as if multiple forces have emerged? Is that possible? Were there any related intelligence reports before the war started? Could you provide me with some relevant information?” Behind Karonitz, who was inserting his mechanical arm and soft tubular appendages into the control panel and beginning to read more data in an attempt to analyze it, military envoy Cahill Ashur was observing more anxiously and trying to step forward to help or comfort the captain.

"Are you alright, Itana? You were in so much pain just now..."

"Alright, I'm fine. The pain I felt was Titan's. My physical body here is temporarily unharmed. Could you please sit back down, Ashur?"

Karonitz sighed. The military envoy was gifted in intelligence and diplomacy with mortals, and also very considerate. That was why she had a brief affair with him when she still had her own body—incidentally, it was all passion, without any skill or finesse—but this time she let him onto her cockpit entirely out of camaraderie as fellow survivors of the Warbringer Legion.

The Warlord's precise orbital bombardment of the Warbringer Legion and the Primordial Restoration Order's stronghold destroyed the core of the forge beneath the mountain fortress. The place where she departed is now engulfed in a raging fire that even rain cannot extinguish. Everything is burning, and the Warbringer Legion and the Primordial Restoration Order's influence in Moro has been almost completely wiped out.

Karonitz's advance was a do-or-die battle; the determination for revenge and the flames of rage filled her and the Titans' hearts.

The betrayal of the Tiwan family was indeed surprising, and the convergence of those light spears inside the Void Shield at the same point on the relatively vulnerable armor on the back did cause considerable trouble.

But when Karonitz recovered from the excruciating pain, the situation was far from hopeless.

Her mind raced, trying to connect with Commander-in-Chief Teanna Corin and coordinate the next steps, when Ashur made a surprised sound behind her.

"Can you be quiet for a moment, Mr. Ashur? Or you can get off my command deck."

"No, no, Itana, I think there might be a problem... The damage control department has been on their way for a while now."

Canal pointed to the data panel on the side.

"But I remember just now I checked the pipes around the reactor and there wasn't such a serious leak. Why are there more breaches here now?"

Karonitz glanced at it and realized it was indeed true; this was also quite unusual.

Just as she was about to extend her attention to the data Ashur had pointed out and question the person responsible, a piercing pain shot through her back and heart area—the area around the reactor—which she shared with the Titan. She groaned in agony and nearly collapsed to her knees from the unbearable pain.

"Itana!" she heard the man rush over, trying to lift her heavy, steel-like body, calling her name. "Someone help us!"

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"The crisis surrounding this Titan is far from over."

Dr. Mortalian reverted to his normal Primarch form (?) clad in armor and landed beside the unsteady Imperial Titan's massive foot, whose reactor was still emitting continuous explosions.

His two brothers are now cautiously watching and waiting for him to land.

"What are you afraid of?" He glanced at them. "Do you think I'm going to eat you up?"

"Can't you eat it?" Riemann Russ's humorous smile concealed a glint in his eyes.

"If I want to eat you, when can't I? Does it have to be now? What good will it do me to eat you now?"

"Then can you eat Terra's or those four?" Pallas suddenly asked a profound question.

The Pale King looked at him carefully. “If he wishes, but I think you’d better pray he never has such a wish. Come on, let’s hurry. My children have already created a lot of no-man’s-land and communication fog around us. Caleb Arin has already started creating the Extinction Order Poison Fog behind us. Let’s hurry and go see her.”

"she?"

The Pale King pointed to a spot on the Imperial Titan.

"The captain of this Titan—or rather, the Titan itself. Itana Karonitz. I see her position; her life should have ended here today, and therefore she shines brightly in my eyes."

"How do we get up there? The interior of the Imperial Titan is definitely more complex than that of the Glory Queen. It will take a lot of time to reach the control deck. Believe me, its technology is more advanced than that of the Glory Queen in some respects. I've had some contact with a small part of it."

Pallas gripped his battle axe, watching the Titan guards who had been released from the feet of the Imperial Titans and were approaching the three of them warily, weapons raised.

“Fly up there,” Dr. Mortalian said matter-of-factly.

"Since you can grow bigger and fly, are you planning to take us up there? Let me make this clear first, I don't accept being carried up in a princess carry!"

“You can’t carry us like sacks.”

"of course not."

"and you……?"

"Numerology".

A solemn and serious expression appeared on the face of the Pale King.

"Numerology can solve all your problems. Please remember to leave a positive review and join my numerology research group."

(End of this chapter)