Warhammer: Start with a dog

When Aharin returned to perform his duties as a squire, the eyes of the Trident who stepped into the office were filled with the flames of fighting spirit ready to conquer another fortress.

He lifted up his black gold fabric cloak and expertly rolled it around his deltoid area with the gold ribbon hanging from his shoulders. Then in addition to his own two arms, he also activated the mechanical auxiliary arms behind his backpack, holding various He developed several No. 66 sprays and gadgets specially developed in his spare time for the office organization of the beloved Father of the Legion——

Then Lamizane, Ma'atra, and Vannas (the immobile Fulgrim had been sent to the armory for repairs and Perturabo put in his endless work in Dauntless) sat there. , carrying the puff pastry custard pie and sand-boiled Reka coffee that Aharin had brought for them on his way here, he watched in amazement as the war blacksmith completed the already messy work with super amazing speed and quality. Lamizane had not tidied up the office for a month and was still filled with materials, tools, coffee cups and a half-finished workbench to clean and store the little people.

"Wow, wow." Uselma Atla's eyes lit up after watching the whole process of Aharin's magical tidying up of the room. "This attendant of yours is really awesome! It's simply magic! He uses physics to The method has achieved the folding of space! Lamizane! When can you lend him to me for a few days?"

After taking a satisfying bite of the pie with crispy and warm custard filling that was already cold on the inside, the Fourth Primarch's body shook its head and pushed the delicious food in his mouth down with a sip of Recca coffee before speaking.

"Then you have to ask him what he wants, Maatra. After all, personally, I am very satisfied with the work he has done for us, and I am willing to give him a choice."

The squire saluted his genetic fathers with a proud expression.

The Dauntless where Perturabo was located spoke up.

"Aharin," Fearless's electronic tone sounded quite ruthless, "After your duty here is over every day, you will serve Advisor Ma'atra for two hours until he says you don't need to serve."

The Warsmith accepted the task without hesitation.

"You can't be too kind to them." The attendant heard the buzzing of the fearless rotation servo, and his fearless father turned sideways towards his other self, "Steel needs to be tempered and forged from time to time in order to last forever. "

"Yeah, haha, that's right." Lamizane raised the coffee cup to his lips, hiding a strange expression, "You are indeed better at this. I heard that someone recently ordered that everyone on the ship be given power armor. New deflection fields have been installed, and a large inventory of gravity firearms have been issued.”

Dauntless the Contemptor looked for a moment as if he wanted to throw the datapad in his hand at his data-cable-braided head.

The psychic consultant sat there awkwardly, coughed at last, and expressed his gratitude to his brother, and also reservedly thanked the attendant for his overtime service.

"In addition, since we are here, Uthelma Atla," Perturabo's eyepiece flashed, "it will be up to you to assist us in completing the inventory of the property in the Forge World of Belakahn."

"W-What?! Wait?!"

"Aharin, you inform Honso, Soltarn, and... tsk, *that* Lysander, and let me think of who else is very good at this... and Shanto, Parogov, Julius, I want to see people gathered here within fifteen minutes. Also inform the armory that I want to see him in the office immediately after the repairs of 'Thad Ishtar' are completed."

"Your will, my lord."

The attendant bowed, then walked outside and began to contact each person or place whose name was called.

The psychic consultant with a dull expression looked at Lamizane, who also had a dull expression at first.

"Pepe, aren't you taking stock? Why did you suddenly summon so many people?"

Perturabo's eyepieces shone with pleasure.

"You don't think that it's over now that we control Belakahn's Meditator Center and the planet's core furnace, do you?"

Maatra shuddered, with a grimace on her face, "Can you be..."

Lamizane suddenly became energetic. He stood up and his ice-blue eyes flashed with "I want to make a hundred boxes of glue! I want to make a hundred boxes of glue!" "Build a lot of construction! Build a lot of construction! Just wait and see." ! Just wait and wait!”

"Wake up, I know your original plan. But before that, I want to tell you that we still have an orbital platform that needs to be purified and repaired, a star ring, a small Titan army that needs all repairs, twenty-seven There are billions of mouths to feed and drink, and millions of Skitarii and Tech-Priests to feed on nutrition bars, promethium, and motor oil.”

"...Combined with the visiting sage who has prevented us from using the Hall of the Twelve Temples until now, I'm starting to feel bad."

"hehe."

"So what exactly are we facing now?"

"If you had just thought of asking now, the 2.7 billion might have turned into 700 million." Bian Mu said coldly, and then pushed a lot of data boards over and piled them in front of his petite mortal brother. , the top of Maatra's head was completely submerged behind the dataslate hill. "While you are here drinking Reca coffee and eating custard pie, I have deployed emergency resources several times."

"Ahem. I also left a copy for you..."

"To put it simply, Belakarn Forged the World after the great sage Daedus died of an accidental stroke. Well, according to the records I deciphered, he died for at least thirty-seven years and two hundred and forty-one days. They just don't know how to make new products with stagnant positions, and their trade volumes and food and fresh water storage have been declining to a very dangerous level."

"Wait a minute, but isn't this a complete forging world? There are not only production lines, millions of technical believers and personnel of the Mechanicus, but there is even a parliamentary body composed of mechanical sages?"

"That's right. But none of them know the principles of stasis stance technology. Daedus collected all the information into his own hands when studying it, and the others are younger than Daedus. Yes, he Researching alone and not even teaching a single student, I speculate that it is because he completely relies on his mastery of stasis stance technology to rule this forging world."

"Although, this is really, this is really ridiculous, and then what?"

"Then they have been pretending for more than thirty years that Daedus is still studying the mystery of the stasis position, while relying on selling inventory or directly canceling orders to make a living. Well, let me see, it also includes hiding in a place full of Pretending to be speaking to deceive visitors in the life-sustaining capsule containing the corpse fluid and fragments of the great sage Daedus.*(1)”

“…This behavior sounds like it’s going to attract some green methane barrel.”

"The title you call the Father of Plague is really unique, Lamizane..."

"In short, they have been almost unable to survive in the recent period, so their strong desire to resurrect the life of the great sage Daedus finally attracted a great demon for them."

"Okay, I can basically connect to what happened next..."

"That's right," Perturabo nodded fearlessly, "So there's no need for me to say more. You see, I've even brought you the preliminary raw materials."

Everyone who arrived here after receiving the order was lucky enough to see a room full of piles of data tablets and parchment rolls that were taller than the height of a Space Marine. Then, in horror, they were all dragged into the report by the black and white plush demon to work overtime. hell.

In the next few dozen hours, boiled Reka coffee, large amounts of sugar cubes and triglyceride gel were delivered to the Chapter Master's office like water.

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(1) The data comes from the LEX entry’s description of the founding planet Belakarn.

Gua.

Our Silver Skull Chapter finally has its first small target today! Congratulations! Although it seems that management is very labor-intensive (laughing)