Warhammer: Start with a dog

The scorching desert sunshine passed silently from outside the stone house. The thick walls isolated the heat and dryness, leaving only a cool breeze in the shadow of the room.

The Sorcerer Supreme wakes up in his meditation chamber.

The incense lit during last night's meditation has burned out, leaving only a thin layer of ashes swirling gently in the carved copper plate in the direction of the wind.

"Huh..." He sat up and was stunned for a while, then put his feet under the bed - and sure enough, his own sandals were waiting for him there just as he remembered.

The laces of this pair of sandals made of white plant fiber and brass were still a little kinked, but they were able to fit into the gaps between his toes.

He stepped into his sandals and stood up tentatively - exactly the same ground touch, exactly the same light, exactly the same sea breeze blowing from the port, from which the Thousand Sons Wizard even tasted the unique saltiness of the seawater in the port area. .

Emmenute sat back on the edge of the bed.

The breeze blew over his calves, causing the hem of his white clothes to billow.

Far in the distance, the bells of the Tianxiao School's pyramid echoed long and loud.

Suddenly, Qianzi lowered his head and covered his face tightly with his hands.

Even so for thousands of years.

No matter what, at this moment...

He burst into tears.

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A girl running by in a hurry bumped into him, but Emmenute nimbly took half a step to the side, just in time to get out of the way of this reckless mortal, and received a sincere apology and a After taking out the gummy candy, the girl ran away again and disappeared.

Qianzi put the gummies into the small bag at his waist, put one side of his robe into his belt, and greeted his legion comrades who were approaching with a smile.

The other party also nodded to him. Astartes, who was not wearing armor but wearing a white robe, held a stack of books in his hands and extended an invitation to him, so they chatted together and walked at a leisurely pace. Passing through the white marble square and golden sandstone walkway, unusually tall palm trees sway in the wind, casting swaying shadows on the ground. The Grand Canal flows and sparkles in the sun, and merges into the blue ocean of the port. Among the snow-white foam on the waves.

They walked together through the bustling market, and the quieter but more peaceful garden area outside the library, which was filled with the aroma of coffee, flowers and fruit syrups. Until they separated at the door of the library, Emmenut turned around and looked at the sky. , a white cloud swayed in the field of vision, and the masts of various large and small ships in Tizca Port and the transmitting towers above rose and fell with the waves.

The wise men debating in the square were still talking loudly in groups here and there, but the setting sun had begun to cast long shadows on everything.

The wind blew slowly from the desert.

Desert, rising storm.

Blocked the sun's rays.

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It’s time to go back, Emmenut thought to himself, and started walking back to his residence along the road. The sandstorm weather was not suitable for any outdoor activities, and he had to go back to prepare A. His research vacation was about to end, and he Will return to the Legion and join their genetic father in another expedition to conquer enemies and discover new knowledge——

No, the father of genes.

A severe headache tore through Qianzi's mind, and he knelt on the ground, gravel rubbing against the skin of his knees.

wake up! Emmenute! This is nothing but a lie! beautiful Lies!

The genetic father of the Thousand Sons is dead!

Magnus the Red is dead!

Emmenute! It's time to wake up! Don't indulge in this illusory dream anymore!

The galaxy is broken, Prospero has been burned, the people, the scholars, and the pyramids are in ruins, the fifteen legions are no more, and you yourself have become a miserable servant of Chaos, mastering your evil silver tower and controlling you. The brothers turned into dust puppets, and the red, wise, and eternal Magnus had become the Demon Prince, and you were there when he finally died——

--No? wrong! wrong? ! wrong? ! I was clearly on the Lord of Steel's flagship at the time!

How could the great scarlet king simply... end on the Lord of Steel's flagship? !

That was the Iron-Blooded Ship. There were no signs, no invasion, no fighting, and no signs of any precursory fluctuations in spiritual energy...

Then how did I learn about His death——

Ah, by the way, at that time I should--I should be--before because of that ceremony--

"Emenute?" A voice interrupted the painful memories and thoughts of the Thousand Sons who was kneeling on the ground. He opened his bloodshot eyes wide, and the blue light that represented the precursor of loss of control of his spiritual power was wisps from his eyes. The ground is gushing out, which will be noticed by the monitors and patrol guards here immediately, unless——

A thin mortal wearing a tunic walked out of the bushes on the side. A woolen cloak wrapped his head, hiding his face, revealing only a pair of beautiful blue-green eyes as big as the sea. A few strands of long black hair.

"Who...are you...?" Qianzi took a painful breath, trying hard to suppress the power in his body that suddenly began to become chaotic and out of control, "Quickly...leave...don't...come... "

The other party seemed stunned for a moment, but did not go away. Instead, he immediately ignored the warning and approached him. He placed the palm of one hand on Emmenut, whose psychic energy was violently overflowing. Before Thousand Sons opened his mouth to scold him again, he A powerful, pure, and simple force poured into the painful Astartes body, just like the clear ocean after rain, the chaotic psychic energy flow was immediately sorted out and soothed.

That kind of unique yet very close psychic power and characteristic aura made Qianzi open his eyes again in surprise, "You...?"

"Let's go quickly. Go back to your place." The other party retracted his palm and whispered, "Don't attract attention. This is not a place to stay for a long time."

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Emmenute indeed got up quickly and hurried back to his residence, but what he didn't expect was that this "mysterious mortal" who had failed to hide his failure also came back with him.

"Would you... like some drinks?" Qianzi suddenly found that his private residence seemed so messy and unsuitable for entertaining distinguished visitors. Damn it, I should put more classics that are more in line with the school's requirements on the outside. On the bookshelf...

"A cup of hot concentrated mixed berry syrup, only mixed with half the amount of water." The other party had already sat in Emmenute's chair very familiarly, and Qian Zi found out in a daze that this uninvited guest had a really good physique. Very, very thin, he seemed to only occupy one-third of the space in his chair, which made him suddenly uncertain about his own judgment.

But when he mixed this surprisingly sweet purple drink and served it to the other party, Emmenut no longer had any doubts: the other party put down the disguise cloak, and although his face was the same as the one he knew about the genes, There was no resemblance to the father, but when the green-eyed, black-haired mortal young man looked at him, a strange, soft psychic harmonic resonance buzzed between the father and his son, and this connection also added -

There was a small, very special-shaped pendant in the opponent's open hand.

Emmenut pursed his lips and took out a similar pendant from the bottom of the necklace around his neck.

Gua.

The second update is over, go to work first, everyone can go to bed early and rest early.