Warhammer: Start with a dog

The dog pawed away the dataslate in front of him.

There was no one else in the Chapter Master's office at this time, and the soft hidden lumen illuminated the entire space.

Attendant Aharin was beaten to his knees when he and his brothers challenged the authority and ability of the new first company commander. Now he is undergoing treatment on his calf bone by a pharmacist in the infirmary. He is full of emotions. Apologetically promising that he would be back at his post within two hours to continue serving his father.

Vanus, who has been lurking in the shadows all year round, has been sent to the armory, reportedly to adjust the new power source of his jetpack or for similar repairs.

Therefore, although Fulgrim's question seemed tough and abrupt, it seemed that Phoenix had carefully considered his brother's endurance.

The black and white dog pondered for a moment, "Well, first of all, that's not 'what', that's a human, Fulgrim, that's an Astartes, but -" the dog seemed to be very embarrassed to say, "They are the genetic descendants of me and Rogal Dorn."

The huge metal body of the Contemptor Dreadnought leaned back due to the surprise of the pilot inside it, "What——? Perturabo? What did you say? Such words were actually said by you yourself——you actually did it ——I mean, you?! Rogal Dorn?! How could you do such, such, such... to do such a thing to your heirs?!"

"Hush, Fulgrim, watch your words!" The Fourth Primarch, bent in the body of a border collie, raised his ears and curled his tail over his back, "Don't describe this as if it happened. Or something very ambiguous!" The dog paused, "——This reminds me of Fulgrim's clumsy and... disgusting plot full of betrayal, lies, and... A show of deceit and depravity.”

The Dreadnought's eyepiece flashed sharply, and one could hear the optical focuser focusing.

"While I do want to know more about your common genetic heir, I hope you understand that this accusation against me is very serious, Perturabo."

"I know exactly what I am talking about, because I even convinced myself and my legion to accept the obvious lies of my brothers. In addition-" The black and white dog's head turned to the side of the two people who pricked up their ears and listened with interest, "Ma'atla, take Lamizane out."

"Uh...? Me? Where should I take him?"

"You can go wander around wherever you want. There is a small studio and a small game room next to it. Anyway, you can't go too far, and don't stay here. I need to spend some time with my (dog with emphasis) brother. Let’s talk.”

"Hey," the Fourth Primarch's body grumbled dissatisfiedly as the show was interrupted, "Why don't you let me listen? What's going on in the Heart of Hydra isn't a secret, right? I've read it a long time ago - I know it! What’s the point of hiding this from me? I’d love to hear the opinions of people who are hearing this for the first time!”

"Listen, Lamizane, we had an agreement. I warned you not to speak freely in this galaxy. Do you still remember it?" The dog obviously changed his face when facing his body. , his electronic voice sounded much gentler, "Do you need me to remind you again? In addition, if you knew about those events, I think you would considerately leave Fulgrim for a while, wouldn't you?"

Maatra was puzzled and Fulgrim was horrified to see that the rock-carved face of their fourth brother made an expression very similar to that of a mortal who suddenly realized and looked at Phoenix Fearlessly with sympathy.

"Okay." The tall body stood up dissatisfied, "You want to say that... That scene is indeed quite embarrassing, but I hope you won't skip me and talk too much. Let's go, Matra, let's Go next door and wait for a while. By the way, you can think about how to make the psychic beacon I told you last time smaller, I mean more portable..."

The thin psychic consultant tightened his Casillas robe, nodded to the two brothers left in the room, and then left with the tall giant.

The door closed and calm returned to the office.

The Violet Phoenix turned this time with cautious curiosity to her black-and-white shaggy sheepdog brother, with the shell of Perturabo's own Contemptor parked nearby.

The other party's bright and clear almond eyes were also staring at him.

A thought flashed through Fulgrim's mind: He had always felt that no one could match his eyes except the fallen Sanguinius, but could anyone really refuse Perturabo's eyes at this moment? Oh, Father, what am I thinking?

"Fulgrim, you asked for this yourself." Perturabo said slowly, and then the dog's paw pressed a few buttons and opened a holographic record with pictures. "Then let's take a look at what happened here before."

A picture recorded by multi-angle sensors appeared in front of them.

"Heart of Chemos..." Fulgrim murmured in disbelief. “What the fuck is this?!”

On the screen, on the stage in the center of the magnificent stone amphitheater filled with spectators, under the watchful eyes of everyone, blood flowed from his white-haired head, flowing through his almost inhumanly beautiful eyebrows. The dramatic performance pose that slumped to the ground like a flower falling off a branch was Zi Ting Fenghuang's own face.

"I mean, I mean, how could he, how could he, how could he!" Wuwei almost screamed, his metal finger pointed at the person in the picture who had the same appearance as him except for a cloak. He was naked and had snake-shaped tattoos on his limbs.

"I...I mean, how many people were here at that time?!" Fearless Phoenix's voice sounded like he was about to be suffocated.

"Thousands and thousands." His brother's electronic voice sounded at ease. "By the way, most of the soldiers of the Fourth and Third Legions are also here. Do you want to continue reading?"

Although he seemed to want to refuse, the strong Phoenix still said, "Let us continue to watch. I want to see what this farce will turn into in the end."

"I've always been happy to see such resolutions come to fruition." And the scene continued.

As the scenes flashed by and more blasphemous people and even aliens appeared, Fulgrim began to scream and curse continuously, and finally lost his usual elegant demeanor.

While Fulgrim was truly lamenting the blasphemy that his loyal, brave, and outstanding descendants had become by following their father in this world, he was gnashing his teeth and speaking in Chemos dialect to the white man in the picture. The person who sent it was cursed with vulgar words and expletives you would never expect coming from the mouth of the Emperor's Children Primarch.

Until he saw that sinister smile and heard the whisper that only the person involved could hear.

"You forget, brother, it was I who killed Ferus."

The alien phoenix forgot his situation. He jumped up and drew his sword, fearlessly smashing the exquisite furniture with his heavy metal walking feet.

His high-speed flashing eyepiece turned in horror to the Primarch Border Collie sitting on the throne.

"Although the Iron Hand has finally left us, my brother Perturabo," Fulgrim's voice trembled horribly, "Ferrus is here... he doesn't deserve to die, does he?"

His brother answered him coldly as expected.

"Yes, Fulgrim, you were the betrayer, and it was you who cut off the head of the loyal Ferrus Manus with your own hands."

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Then I can finally show you the RH Meifeng I dated half a year ago, hehe (the scars on Meifeng’s body in RH are actually more serious, so in order to be able to print them (?), the painter @Mrs. Tsukigami Shanqing did some beautifying treatment)

I hope Dianniang won’t close my pictures(.)

Gua.

Third sister, the soul is broken.

Pepe, the black and white dog who changed the topic, is bad, but still easy to touch!

The second update is coded, but it may not necessarily be an interlude. Anyway, there are more updates (hey)