Warhammer: Start with a dog

"My personal thanks go to you for the healing and careful planning that has made it possible for me to talk to others like this now."

While the planet below is in full swing creating wonders, and others are busy preparing to make visitors from the far east feel at home, the room of a certain psychic consultant aboard the Destiny Steel is now filled with calm and daily life. The mid-afternoon vibe.

The Space Marine mentioned by the Fearless Phoenix bowed, "Our father's wish will surely come true. Your forgiving gratitude makes my heart feel even warmer. Powerful and noble Ishtar."

The person who is talking to him is not the owner of this place. The green-eyed Uthelma Atla is also tasting a carefully brewed bergamot-flavored milk drink at this moment. The Contemptor Fearless, decorated with golden wings, is sitting in a special armchair. Usually the crew compartment of the Dreadnought will not be opened, even if the Contemptor Dreadnought actually designed the helmet part, which is why they have been privately called "iron coffins" by some people.

By not opening them, you can maintain the last impression left by the noble and heroic driver to the world, instead of leaving them scarred, shrunken, incomplete, and most likely soaked, red or purple, curled up like dryness. What remains of the fetal hero's body is exposed to the world without dignity.

It is obvious that although there are still many life-support pipes and cables connected from under the neck and the back of the head, and Fulgrim's own soul power is also affecting the remains of this ancient body, a Dauntless can actually reveal his face and He can talk to others and occasionally drink something through a straw. This miraculous improvement must have benefited from the great creativity and efforts of a certain genius master potion master in research projects.

Fulgrim's iris-colored eyes, which he inherited from one of his brothers, blinked. "You are very good at talking." A noble and elegant smile appeared very incongruously on his face, which had light vertical and horizontal scars and was thin due to vicissitudes of life. On his face, white hair hangs down from his temples. "I don't remember that Perturabo's genetic talent and acquired education would include such smooth social flattery. Could it be that you have also communicated and learned with the Thousand-Changing Divine Snake here? Honso."

The fifteenth Primarch, who was peeking through the teacup, made a choking sound.

"The Thousand-Changing Divine Snake? My lord, it is a pity that we do not have a warband or warband with this name here."

"I think what Ishtar is talking about is, well, Alphas, ahem."

The Astartes who spoke to the Fearless Phoenix made an obvious gesture to express that he had no idea what the title meant.

"Alpha." Fearless Phoenix repeated thoughtfully, "It sounds like a very unpleasant title."

"That's right." Uthelma Atla shrugged and put down his teacup. "Most of the time, he is a stirrer and troublemaker. The Alpha Legion soldiers don't even know what they are doing. What. Or they become weird firefighters, and there are rare moments when all their brothers will yell 'Shut up' at them."

"Oh, that sounds like a bad version of our little brother."

After being summoned, Honso seemed to be extremely comfortable in front of the two powerful men. Of course, it cannot be ruled out that it was because he became numb due to the impact at close range, or because he dealt with too many contents (such as Fulgrim The skin on your body today is still sewn together stitch by stitch using cultured materials) so that you can’t expect that just a few months ago you were a murderer, arsonist, looter, and shooter at the Imperial Fists and Astra Militarum. An out-and-out Chaos Space Marine can have a reverence for these two mythical beings that is consistent with reality.

Although there is no actual confirmation, the master of pharmacy has actually made some roughly certain guesses about the identities of the two. After all, it is easy to hide it from others, but you have to hide it every time. It is really difficult for the attending physician. The curve in the biochemical information monitoring that suddenly becomes incredible, steep, and only the same as the data left by a special name will not deceive people. But as long as the father of genes and this awakener From his attitude, it is not difficult to deduce the approximate identity of the third person.

There seems to be a commotion on our ship...the original body. A nonsense thought passed through the mind of the Potion Master. Here comes the Iron Lord. I thought the seventh man was the end. I didn't expect that he was the beginning. This is already possible. Which number is it? There must be a reason for this, but who knows?

It's an honor to be asked to accompany the Primarchs (doubtful) to have afternoon tea, but it's another thing to start interjecting indiscriminately because they think it's fun. The bald Potion Master knows this well, and he speaks when he shouldn't. He will minimize his own presence. After all, just listening to the conversation between these two adults will make the potion master's inner record book constantly refreshed.

"So," Fearless Phoenix's antique power gloves also put down his special liquid sippy cup, "Which of you is going to talk to me first about my damn god who studied under the Haemonculi of Commorragh? What’s the problem with Cai Zihe and me who cloned countless poor Ferus and another clone that he sold to the aliens?”

"Cough cough cough!! Cough!!!!!!" The psychic consultant really choked on the milk tea this time. He choked loudly and coughed, making his face turn red. Just as his poor fourth brother was asking him Accompany Fulgrim here, and keep a close eye on his fifteenth primarch while he is frantically thinking about the conversation, communication and roundabout knowledge recorded in the books that are needed at this moment (in other words, when did he agree to this of his own) A brother from a foreign land, invited the Potion Master to have tea with him?), the Chapter Leader’s personal Potion Master straightened his body and spoke.

"If you mean Fabius Bayer, then I do have something to say."

When the name was mentioned, a mixed expression appeared on Honsou's face. It was an expression that is rarely seen on the face of a pharmacist master who has a fulfilling work life. It is a mixture of resentment, anger, and anger. Hatred, distortion, and a deep flame of revenge, but also with another kind of determination.

Magnus was a little unfamiliar with this, but Fulgrim was familiar with this look of determination: it was the look his brave and glorious heirs had when they made some kind of sacrifice, renunciation, or moment of great decision— —like cutting out your tongue to join the Silent Brotherhood.

"I see that as a pharmacist, you do have some information to provide me, Honso." Because he heard the names of people who had tarnished his honor one after another here, the pronunciation of Fearless Phoenix became slightly tighter. .

Utherma Atra began to think about whether it would be better if she used psychic powers to take away Honso's voice first, and then transfer him back to where he belonged.

But his alien brother was obviously familiar with him in another universe and easily grasped him, "Uselma Atla, if you prevent Honso from talking to me about this matter, and after that you yourself avoid talking to him. If I talk about this, I will be happy to see that you will not be able to fulfill Perturabo's charge to you because of my lack of cooperation."

The fifteenth Primarch broke out in a cold sweat.

Gua.

It’s raining and the temperature has dropped. It’s really cold and sleepy. Let’s go to bed early.