Warhammer: Start with a dog

Of course, it can be said that on the first day he arrived here, Lamizane was lucky enough to see the real-time appearance of the demonic original body of himself as "Perturabo", and he made a squeaky response like he was pinching his neck. The ordinary screams serve as an impressive footnote, and one should have an idea of ​​the original body's unreasonable charm.

But in fact, he didn't have the habit of looking in the mirror to see if his face broke out due to excessive stress - the original gene didn't have troubles like gaining weight, oily skin, acne, or baldness at all. It's great.

But sometimes it’s quite strange to think about it. In this case, why do some of the original bodies become so, um, unhygienic, haggard, or... so... smooth as a mirror, and according to some subsequent stories? In fact, the original body did age over time, just very slowly, but why did it not have other health problems?

Every time Lamizane thinks about these mysterious details of the Forty Thousand Hammer, he always feels a little dazed, but even if he later meets with the psychic consultant, Fearless Phoenix, etc., well, Fulgrim Ishtar is in Sa As the remnant body of the virtuous elder was buried in his body, it seemed inappropriate to ask him these questions that only mortals would care about.

Moreover, although the physical body he lives in now does indeed belong to the Lord of Steel, the soul in the body does not, so strictly speaking, this body cannot be regarded as a complete Primarch.

So now, it is actually the first time that he faces a "real original body" here.

For about a few dozen seconds, no one spoke here, only the stars watched, and time and space flowed quietly.

Finally, someone breathed out gently and long from his lungs. When staring at the existence that seemed to be sealed in amber, he forgot that he could actually breathe.

"My God," he said slowly, "although I have long known that the Emperor and his children have a charm that is completely different from that of mortals - well of course someone himself may deny this and use these adjectives to describe you This stone brother is really strange, but seeing it is better than hearing it, so it turns out that all your father's creations are like this - perfect and beautiful, Perturabo."

The black and white border collie snorted coldly, "If Rogal Dorn's physical appearance alone can make you use such an adjective, then before you meet Fulgrim, I should prepare one for you. Psychic Reality Lens to prevent you from being controlled by that ***** guy in the first place and making some inappropriate words and deeds."

"This is not possible. You can just put your heart back in your stomach." Lamizane moved forward and approached the amniotic fluid chamber that was like a giant bile crystal, trying to put this beautiful work of the emperor's genetic engineering at close range. Appreciating it more carefully, "I like creatures with relatively high body temperature and furry fur that feels good to the touch. I respect my preference for scales and cold body temperature, but I'm sorry for not being sensitive."

"Who wants to discuss these... tastes with you?" The black and white dog shook his head helplessly, raised his legs and followed, "If you meet Ruth in the future, I suggest you not to do it casually..."

"Ah, Leman Russ," someone who was trying to carefully observe some physical details of the Seventh Primarch said without raising his head, "Don't worry, I have always felt that your brother Russ is actually a very taciturn person. Iceberg elite with white skin, thin waist, long legs, armed belt, military uniform and riding boots, neat blond hair and cold feet.”

"Your personal impression of us is so counter-intuitive. Where did you come up with so many prefixes for him... I seem to know how a certain... came..."

"UMMMM? What are you mumbling over there, Pepe baby?"

"Nothing, and what can I ask of you, Mr. Lamizane Carosini, don't use someone else's power armor, someone else's body, someone else's face to lie down next to the bare buttocks of this stubborn and ragged stone head. Are you looking at it non-stop like a madman? This will make both my Power Fist and Corona Cannon feel the immediate need for some targets for practice." Primarch Bian Mu's electronic sound Bin (bite) Bin (teeth) has (cut) He replied politely.

At the same time, Perturabo's code once again skillfully locked the arm of the iron ring soldier with the red light flashing who wanted to sap someone on the back of the head.

"Ahem, sorry." The demigod giant who straightened up turned around and walked to them, "I just remembered a legendary tradition of the Imperial Fist that I had seen, so I wanted to see if Dorn had it, but Now I remember that the original body's resilience will make the tattoo or brand disappear quickly. Let's not mention this, so since this is Dorn's body, except for the hand bone left on the Phalanx, he himself They should all be here, right? Why do you say that the 'Iron-Blooded Control Machine Soul' is 'part of him'? What is the relationship between the two of them?"

The Eyepiece of the Contemptor's Dreadnought began to flash violently, indicating that one of the Primarchs was engaged in extensive calculations, lists of consequences, and comparisons, but in the end Perturabo spoke over the open electronic audio channel rather than the telepathic channel.

"This is also Rogal Dorn, but he is Rogal Dorn's new personality, or you can think of it as a spiritual clone of him, and it only exists in the electronic system of the Iron-Blooded. You can think of it as He sees it as a very young Dorne, born on the Ironblood, taught by... me." He explained to his body.

"Hiss... Perturabo, I'm beginning to feel that this explanation is really worthy of you, and it seems to have a sense of déjà vu? Please tell me more, I'm listening."

"At that time, when I first obtained him, I just thought it was a shameful act to let Rogal Dorn's Primarch... brainpower, psychic reserves and essence be wasted like this. Yes, that's it. , so when I built this treasure house according to my own ideas, I also connected his brain and body to the system here and the central interface of the Iron Blood."

"Perturabo, did you just say something as terrifying as 'Rogal Dorn's essence' in an understatement? This is Dorn's essence, not yours, and you can do it too?"

"Yes." Perturabo sounded very calm, and even had some strange gritted teeth, "From the time I recognized part of my essence, I was able to use more similar powers, although this is limited to a certain Rules, but as long as I don’t try to deceive and devour other people’s essences like some goddamned liar, I can plug them into the system I make and use them as some kind of component.”

"Then the essence of Dorn...forget it, so let me summarize," Lamizane turned to the iron ring soldier who was listening with interest, "Is this the electronic clone Rogal Dorn?"

Gua.

The cold rainy days in winter will make my bones, brain and good character rust together!