Warhammer: Start with a dog

Chapter 197 Angron, the Savior of the Galaxy...?

The rhythmic working rhythm of distant machinery came like the murmur of steel poetry.

The brand new air conditioner sends the breeze with suitable temperature and humidity through the air vent grille.

The warm and moist air flow passed over the tips of the dark green leaves of Casablanca and swirled in the snow-white calyx, causing the faint and slightly bitter fragrance to spread in the quiet room.

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At this moment, countless omens, prophecies, and predictions suddenly point to the same terrifying scene and result.

The end has come.

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In the abyss of nebulae and stars outside the vast and inaccessible expansion area at the edge of the Milky Way, the broken stars carry huge destructive energy. Whether they are planets, stars or other celestial bodies, the only reason for being selected is their location - from the outermost It started and gradually spread towards the inside - the invisible giant hand gradually closed up as if it was pinching the paper into a ball -

The stars are running aimlessly across the universe completely against the laws of physics. The collision of high-energy rays and particle streams erupts into bright cosmic storms. The high temperature, radiation and ion bombardment, which are so hot that they reach white-blue, cause all matter to explode in the blink of an eye. It breaks down into elementary particles.

Countless known or unknown worlds are born and destroyed at that moment. The coming of such natural disasters will not distinguish the thoughts of the victims, nor will it be changed by any gods they worship.

No matter it is human or alien, new or ancient, order or chaos, good or evil, there is no joy or sorrow, all are treated equally, only the original things remain.

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The Primarch's ice-blue eyes stared into the small, brown almond-shaped eyes of the Border Collie.

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No matter how many times the panicked king, diviner or priest repeated the ritual, no matter what was offered, no matter how many sacrifices there were, no matter how many other answers were sought or prayed to any god.

All questions will indeed receive answers that are clearer than ever before.

The only answer is that the end has come.

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The overwhelming and endless wave of energy in the subspace is like the black flame that ignites paper, starting from an invisible edge and violently annihilating everything.

Formless things come from all directions, devouring everything they encounter, be they demons or demons, Dark Eldar or Webway, shadow or light.

Those who never retreat hesitate, those who are extremely beautiful lose their luster, those who are eternally loving are angry, those who play with fate love and hate, not to mention native creatures, even some of the most ancient remains or enslavers cannot resist the denial, plowing through holes, peeling off cocoons, Separation, disintegration, disintegration... In the end, there is only a pool of silence like stagnant water.

Blank, even the concept of desolation no longer exists.

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The twelfth Primarch, who encountered one after another "surprise" scenes in their meeting after ten thousand years, secretly tensed his muscles, allowed his well-trained natural psychic energy to operate to an exquisite height in his heart, and finally did his best to do his best. After getting ready, he controlled his breathing in his throat and coughed gently, breaking the unusual silence in the room.

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The shattering collision of stars ceased.

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The foehn winds in the highest heavens quieted down.

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Suddenly the results of all the predictions and omens began to become confusing, and there was a strange difference in the slide towards an unassailable end.

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"Ahem, let me interrupt, you two..."

"Isn't it right? ?! Even if it's what you say, it hasn't gotten better?! - Why don't you say it's even worse?! Ah?! Perturabo! Tell me, look at this What is the little broken dog thinking about every day?! Huh?!”

A high-pitched cry that the Lord of Steel himself could never have uttered erupted from the Fourth Primarch's throat. He grabbed the dog's ears and shook his head hard, ignoring the shepherd's enraged cry. Growling and baring teeth. Well, a long time later, when Angron learned that Perturabo once commented on this kind of mournful cry as "a drake being strangled by the neck" - he also unfortunately laughed out loud at the huge goose call.

"Stop! You rude mortal! Don't shake my head like that! Who is the little broken dog?!" Perturabo's huge embarrassment was almost visible to the naked eye, "I am not your dog! I am not a dog! I am Perturabo! Lord of the Fourth Legion! Primarch of the Iron Warriors!"

Of course, the other person was not listening at all this time. After finally rubbing the hair on the dog's head and ears enough, Lamizane let go of his hand as if the pressure had been relieved, and sat back angrily.

"Tsk, okay, Perturabo, you have to know that your behavior of thinking up outrageous things on your own is really... like, these words that I have said countless times come out of my mouthpiece, it is so logical and flowing. generally."

The black-and-white dog, which was so dizzy after being rubbed, was so angry that it jumped back and forth on the sofa and the floor, jumping three feet high.

"...even the soles of my feet are like springs when I'm angry."

And - and he had to, well, he absolutely had to - the muscles on Angron's face tensed seriously after watching the whole performance of his fourth brother, Like a Dog, but the Nucerian monarch's hands were already tightly He clenched his fists and clenched his back molars.

It’s so hard but I have to hold back my laughter! Angron! Angron Petra! Bet on the joys and sorrows of your life accumulated over thousands of years! Can't laugh! If he laughs, he will definitely be hated by Pertura until the heat death of the universe and the end of time and space! Can't laugh! hold onto! You can do it!

After another round of petting the dog and pinning the dog, complaining and appeasing (Angron felt that he could no longer maintain his calm mask), they finally began to talk seriously again (thank God. - Voice from the Heart of the Iron Heart King) ).

"Look at the good things you have done... now let me take care of them carefully."

Lamizane raised a hand and spread his fingers.

"First of all, Angron was adopted by our Julius - I will ask about the specific details later, Julius..." He hesitated for a moment, and his inquiring eyes came into contact with An, who shook his head lightly knowingly. Gronn was slightly relieved, and Perturabo, who witnessed this scene of tacit understanding, snorted in great displeasure.

"Well, first of all, Angron was adopted by Julius since he was a child, so Julius is indeed Angron's adoptive father, right?"

Perturabo began to sneer. Angron kept smiling. Lamizane put away one finger.

"After Julius completes the full set of Astartes transformation operations, he will be considered the son of his genetic father. Right."

Lamizane put away another finger.

"It is known that the gene seeds used for Julius' transformation came from Dorne and...well, indeed the other half of the surgery should still be considered using Perturabo's genes. Right?"

The Primarch Collie confirmed this again coldly.

"Perturabo and Dorne are brothers. They are also Angron's brothers. Therefore, Julius should actually be regarded as Angron's nephew from here."

Lamizane once again put away one finger.

"Uthelma Atla and Emmenut were Julius's teachers...and my current body is considered to be Perturabo's, and Perturabo himself is actually in the body of my pet dog now. Here... and Angron undoubtedly has all the excellent qualifications..."

Angron was still smiling appropriately, but his golden eyes seemed to be staring into the distant void.

"So to sum up, the inference is naturally established: Angron is undoubtedly the best successor to his brothers' legion. In view of such an unshakable and solid position as the crown prince, we should find a way to recruit a few more people to directly establish the first... "

Angron's smile seemed to be welded to his face.

This time it was Perturabo's turn to curse and bark.