Warhammer: Start with a dog

"Where did you come up with your ridiculous conclusions?! Lamizane Carosini! I just don't understand what you are thinking about every day?!"

The black and white plush demon primarch was furious. He roared and curled his lips. Two long canines were exposed from his gums. His claws gripped the primarch's skin firmly, leaving shallow white marks. The dog jumped. Go to the shoulder of your own body and slap the opponent angrily with your mouth and paws.

"Day by day! Just give me more work! Just give me more work! Let you think! Let you find something to do! No matter what, you have to find something for me! I will let you fish here! I let you You’re here to be a salty fish!”

Falling black and white dog hairs were flying in the air. Lami Zane, who was violently counterattacked by the shepherd dog, was stunned for a moment by this extremely angry and explosive reminder, and then thought of all the things he had done since he became the body of the Fourth Primarch. The behavior of lying down and muddling along, so his arrogant nonsense just now obviously began to fall into disadvantages.

"Well... uh... I mean, I'm not afraid that I will be a disservice to you, because sometimes you will ask me to go away and do something else instead of continuing to work..."

"If your job looks as bad as those religious idiots whose brains are full of engine oil, you might as well let me do it myself in the first place!"

The dog roared furiously, and glistening saliva fell from between its sharp teeth and lip flesh, "You stepped on the horse and knew you said you were here to help, but when I finally merged and prepared to run, I found that I had to re-write all the code you wrote. How does it feel to write it once and then add in extra checks?!”

"Uh... But, no matter how well I write, they all run in the end. It's enough that the code can run. There's no need to figure it out so clearly."

"Walking mountains of shit codes will never be allowed to exist in front of my eyes for more than a second, because they can only stop everything running at the most critical moment in the future and make people wonder how to fish it out!" Iron Warrior's The Primarch stared sternly into the darting ice-blue eyes with his dog eyes.

"Why don't you have this mentality of just muddle along and use it? Why don't you take a look at the creatures designed the last time someone had this kind of mentality. There were all sorts of weird bugs in the creatures that shouldn't work, but the code worked just fine. ?! Not to mention the weird recurrent laryngeal nerve, even the obvious blind spots in the visual area were completed by using cortical wetware calculations! Just because I wrote the internal and external order factors of the retina in reverse when I was writing the code, but I was too lazy to correct it. Once! Now that project has gone from having only a few sub-projects that needed to be changed to a running state that cannot be changed at all!"

"Uh... this, what, code, yes, code," as if suddenly grasping a life-saving straw from the wrath of the Lord of Steel, the embarrassed librarian immediately began to change the topic and tried to appease the plush demon tyrant. Angry, "Just, didn't you say before that you could provide fresh seeds because you rewrote Dorne's genetic code? Uh, I mean, you are simply too great! Incredible! Superb gene editing technology! Ingenious! Even better than The Emperor is more powerful! How did you modify this?"

When the dog heard this, he stopped being angry, his ears perked up, his head shook, and his two eyes took turns to look sideways at his face, which looked as sincere as possible.

"...Really! I mean, you see, as far as I know, there are a few in this universe that have been given quite a lot of attention in terms of trying to improve the Astartes or simply create new humans. , and a very well-known figure to me.”

Perturabo began to snort coldly from his nostrils, but obviously mentioning to him the research progress and achievements of some colleagues on the same project was indeed effective in diverting his attention and anger.

"For example, uh, well, Fabius Bayer! He is known as the Lord of Cloning, Spider, and Gene Forefather. As far as I know, his amazing behavior includes trying to clone all the original bodies, and some of them have been successful. Ferrus Manus, Horus and Fulgrim himself, also created an artificial woman similar to the female Astartes. Well, his cruelty and perversion amazed the Haemonculi and taught him his skills? It seems that he also created a race called Neosapien? Ah, the latest achievement should be that he secretly kidnapped many Primaris Space Marines during the chaos, also kidnapped the Custodes and Sisters of Silence, and in front of Belisarius ·Call's face cut off the Primaris gene-seed."

After saying this, Lamizane muttered again, "...but I'm not sure whether there are Primaris Space Marines in the current time and whether they have been released." He said hesitantly, "Because I I don’t remember seeing or hearing about the great event of Robert Guilliman’s awakening.”

The Lord of Chaos skillfully chose to answer only the questions in front of the person in front of him.

"Hi! That deserves to be called a race! How is that different from the results of Horus's sexual fantasies?! He also had to allocate extra power to burn down those planets contaminated by his so-called new human genes... The rats in the sewers ! This filthy and lowly spider! The coward who is afraid of death! The scalpel driven by the twisted desire of self-righteousness! His research and creations have been targeted by the evil gods long before Fulgrim's return, and they are aiding in their carnival. And after so many years, with such obvious facts before his eyes, he is the only one who is still deceiving himself and saying that what he believes in is the 'Imperial Truth'!"

"Huh? But didn't he always say that he only believed in the truth of the Empire..."

"The truth of the Empire is not all... nor is it what he thought it was, it's just an excuse." Perturabo had obvious disgust on his face. "What he believes in is only his selfish desire that he thinks is the truth of the Empire. It's really It's disgusting... I get goosebumps all over my body when I think about what he once believed. He just grabbed this idea and used it as an excuse, an anchor, to divert his desires from those existences staring at him. There, he became independent and served his own sadistic and twisted desires... rather than dedicating himself to pleasing them with his actions like the other apostles."

"-Yes, he is actually quietly stealing the pleasure that should be entrusted to the Supreme Being of Chaos to please himself-oh, this bitch even claims not to know that his self-righteous dissemination and creation of eternal pleasure can make people happy. A certain pink guy laughs every time! He is a little more capable than ordinary people, but his behavior in biology and genetic research is so indulgent and unrestrained in the pursuit of perfection and desire. He also deserves to be called the Master of Cloning or Gene The First Ancestor is truly a provocation and an insult worthy of my rotting father's corpse empire. It's strange that they always shout to hunt down all traitors but let this filthy toad live for so many years."

"I thought you would have a slightly better opinion of him because of what he did to Fulgrim."

"It's one thing to do what Fulgrim did to me, it's another to have this disgusting, watched pervert steal the land of genetic biology and create twisted copies of us."

"Then the other one is Belisarius Call..."

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In the midst of the commotion, Angron Petra, the primarch of Iron Heart, the twelfth scion of the Emperor, the Tyrant and King of Nuceria, had quietly slid down to sit on the carpet. on, and began to meditate in a very Prospero-esque way—

Starting to meditate in this mind-blowing environment is undoubtedly an unprecedented challenge of hell difficulty. The Twelfth Primarch believes that if he can enter a meditative state here, he can definitely improve his mental strength and resilience, and enter In the realm of his adoptive father's understanding of the destiny of all things in the world.

Sorry, but have you considered that I'm here, you two? Angron, I must keep a peaceful mind and don’t listen to these things...