Warhammer: Start with a dog

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Perturabo reappeared in the city where he last appeared. He shook his hair confidently. He already knew more about the target person of his trip. Although it may not be easy to find, as the original body , in this universe he can always find some way.

But obviously, his tracking target has changed places at this time. The dog looked around and found that this landing point was a veranda with many beautiful stone pillar arcades. It was located near a large garden. The dog could see the shrubs and fragrance from Seeing the spiers and unique dome of the palace from the top of the fragrant white flowers, he subconsciously shook his fluffy long tail and raised his ears, one facing forward and the other facing the side, to capture the subtle sound of the power armor servo. The source was that the plants and gravel at night exuded the scent of moist grass, moss and flowers, and a wisp of ozone smell emitted from the reactor backpack drifted over from afar. He guessed that there were a bunch of——

etc.

The dog's eyes widened at the smell.

This smell is like the impressive and unique smell of tomcat bell hormones in a dangerous dark forest with cold, gurgling moist mossy streams——

Perturabo tightened his lips and sped up to a trot. He stepped on the floor tiles with his paws, trying to find a suitable gap to go deep into the garden to verify his guess. Suddenly a female voice sounded from behind him in surprise.

"Oh! Look, what is this?" Then a hand quickly reached over and pinched the skin of Perturabo's neck accurately.

- Look, she should be thankful in every way that I'm not a real dog and that I'm not going to suddenly turn around and bite her hand off because I don't want to cause a scene, dammit.

The moment he was caught, the black and white dog immediately changed the expression on his face from "a noble iron king thinking deeply" to "a smart and considerate but lost beautiful dog". She thought impatiently, and then shook her head from side to side towards the owner of the hand holding the back of her neck. His clear dark brown eyes stared at her, the charm of a true original, a little girl, starting now.

The nervous expression on the mortal woman's face quickly switched from surprise and high alertness to "Oh look how handsome and cute it is, let me touch it" mode as quickly as the snowy mountains melting in spring. Her fingers and palms were cautious but with a sense of Touched the sheepdog's fur with great enthusiasm.

Well, that's it, well, the hands have rough calluses, and the smell of percussion powder, promethium and gun oil. This woman is a soldier with weapons. Perturabo looked at her carefully again, she The clothes are quite different from the local customs, which is very interesting.

The skin color, facial features and other subtle arrangements on the surface of mortal flesh were summarized and compared clearly in Perturabo's eyes. They were all human beings, but the differences between human races showed the characteristics of isolated island evolution. This is starting to get interesting. Did she come here on a ship?

But no matter what, she is incompatible with the atmosphere of the entire palace, and when can she be distracted and let me slip away? I heard what sounded like conversation and fencing coming from over there? Perturabo rolled his eyes, but the woman's hand remained tight in the mane at the nape of his neck.

"What happened? Mijia?" The woman turned her head, and a man with the same racial characteristics as her came over. He also had weapons, but they were just as simple and not standard. The dog noticed many hasty and careless things after the battle. The details of what had happened began to thicken in the rush to obtain weapons from the enemy, and he could not recall any sign of fighting in the city recently.

"No...no, I just heard that Master Leon was here. When I rushed over, I hadn't found him yet, but I saw this animal wandering around here. It seemed like it had gotten lost."

I knew it was really you! Leon El'Jonson! You hateful, audacious, overconfident, SHIT-producing fat cat who doesn’t want to be buried on the ground!

The dog cursed at least three Olympia and Gutera curses in his heart, and immediately began to think about how to show up in front of his brother.

"Let's see, it's quite kind and won't attack humans. It's so well-kept, maybe it was raised by a noble in the palace. Hey, it looks like it might be better fed than us."

"Shh! Coran! Be careful what you say and do in other people's places. I think you are right about one thing. It should have an owner, because it is not afraid of people and is very friendly to me. Petting it makes me feel at ease." The young woman for Migia took out a silver skull pendant from the mane under Perturabo's neck. "Look, it has a collar and a pendant. Maybe there will be clues to its owner on it."

"What's written on it?"

"I don't quite understand...L·i·b·r·a·r·y·o·f...?"

Thankfully, she let go of my mane, and Perturabo placed his warm paws on her hands, using gravity to free his pendant from the woman's grasp.

"Forget it, we should find Lord Leon as soon as possible. This is our duty as his bodyguard."

The shepherd dog that was about to slip away pricked up its ears.

mortal? Such a crude weapon? Leon's Guard? he? what happened?

"You think Lord Leon... a person like that, I mean, he is a legendary god, the son of the God Emperor, the son of a real god, does he really need our protection?"

"Don't be confused, Coran." Migia interrupted the young man's whisper, her voice was tight but very determined, "We need to find our position, whether it is for Lord Leon or Kamath .”

The man lowered his head, indicating that he had no objection to this.

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After a while, they walked up the stairs and passed through the door of this suspended hanging garden, where they found the goal of all of them.

Four tall extraordinary warriors and one even taller than them - the Primarch of the Dark Angels and the noble son of the Emperor, Leon El'Jonson.

Migia and Coran saluted and said hello to the First Primarch with their pride and caution. The mortals stood opposite the four Dark Angels with different looks with a temperament that was unwilling to bow their heads and be inferior.

The shepherd dog looked at his brother who looked much older with a very emotional mood.

"I noticed that you have an unusual companion, Migia."

No one present paid much attention to the four-legged animal that followed them in before the lion spoke. Apparently some of the Dark Angels thought it was an animal they raised.

Perturabo's tail was half raised. He walked up to the lion with his head held high and looked up at him.

It is impossible for one Primarch to fail to recognize another.

Leon's face, which became older and wiser, suddenly changed color after a mysterious and mysterious node.

Gua.

In theory, I should continue writing, but I really want to write about other people’s situations.

...(Thinking for 5 minutes) Anyway, let’s write it first and see what comes of it (Hearty)