Warhammer: Start with a dog

The huge hull of the Desert Ark is suspended over the North Pole of the Pearl Moon, and is constantly correcting there, maintaining a synchronized orbital speed with the huge satellite under her. The huge Imperial Skyhawk on the bow of the ship is in the dim light. The stars shone with flickering reflections.

At the same time, the Destiny Steel still hides itself well in the shadow of the star from the Carrick orbital defense platform and starport. Obviously, his master does not want too many people to witness his true identity. After all, even now, the ship's bow logo is still set as a silver skull mask to conceal it. But let's not talk about his simple appearance that is unique in the entire galaxy. First of all, there is no excuse to explain his huge size - because The previous operation to "bring back" Angron consumed too many additional overt and covert resources, so the Destiny Steel - Ironblood is now not disguised in its usual elegant white Moon-class merchant ship.

Therefore, Angron Petra has actually been exposed to the yin and yang of a certain demon king in the office recently.

"Seriously, is this really a good idea? Please think again, my lord."

The speaker was Lady Lotara Sarin, the woman of astonishing perseverance who brought Angron Petra—and him—with the call of her persevering soul as the “core” of the “thread.” Many unexpected "surprise travel gifts" were brought back to the real world they live in now with the great power of the Destiny Steel.

Although her physical body has always been in her own life-support capsule, the phantoms she conversed with others here are only her spirit and willpower re-embodied through subcutaneously implanted cables and tubes to the extent allowed by the projector. It was her appearance, but there was no doubt that the extra "souvenirs" her master had brought back on the Istvaan III had also brought a great burden to her cold and iron-clad soul.

Therefore, the projection formed by her consciousness inevitably shows the fatigue that the female captain has not yet recovered from in her mind at this moment: obvious dark circles, gray hair and fine wrinkles.

In this universe, many times, the aging of biological flesh and blood can be continued through many legal or illegal technical means, but only the appearance reflected by the spirit of an existence can most truly reflect the age of its soul.

Angron sighed, and his eyes swept over the aging and tired soul images of Ms. Salin, with a hint of unbearability, but the original body did not show it.

"Today's meeting between me and my brothers was held for this purpose. Now, Lotara, go back to your post."

The female captain bowed to her master and then disappeared. As she disappeared, conference walls were raised around the command deck to isolate the inside and outside.

At this moment, there are two of his brothers on the bridge of the Destiny Steel - maybe two half-brothers. One is Lamizane who looks very kind and approachable. He looks handsome and cute but has a stinky face. Perturabo, and what looked like his seventh brother wearing a helmet. In addition, a temporary honor guard composed of several legion veterans also formed a circle to guard the primarchs. Around the command deck where the bridge facilitates gathering.

Due to the participation of these ancient warriors from thousands of years ago, many small details on the Iron Blood have recently begun to become retro and more "imperial", such as the chapel that suddenly became crowded, and the floating bridge on the current ship. There are many trophies, commemorative carvings, handwritten loyalty prayers and oaths around the command deck, and paper rolls fixed with red wax at random heights are gently fluttering in the breeze of air circulation.

"This is not a question of whether it is good or not, but we must always solve this problem here. And we cannot delay it, we must solve it as soon as possible." The last person standing next to the holographic sand table on the command deck was speaking. His body and height were the same as those here. Compared with the other three, he looked skinny and short, but no one would question the power contained in his seemingly ordinary old man's body. In his hand was a golden eagle staff burning with blazing flames.

"What should I say?" Perturabo turned his bright almond-shaped eyes to Kaduru, who looked away slightly - much better than before. "I don't remember you being very proficient in prophecy, although we do have one of the best related facilities in the galaxy built for prophecy."

"Although it is indeed not my strong point to find those specious words from the currents of warp space, I happen to be proficient in some tricks to listen to the murmurs of astropaths in their sleep." The former imperial regent replied calmly and naturally Ignore the sneer of a certain Velvet Primarch.

"I heard that those astrological communications were encrypted and translated to the same extent as the ancient instructions for reading prophecies from cracked turtle shells." Another "Perturabo" pointed out thoughtfully, the black cable With Lamizane's head tied into a ponytail, the Fourth Primarch's body was unarmored, wearing Olympian casual clothes and leather sandals. This allowed him to stand in a traditional Nucerian warrior robe, decorated breastplate and Next to the leather-banded Angron, he looks like a scholar or a great architect. Although their home planets are far apart, they are wonderfully harmonious.

"That's right, (Lord) Lamizane," Kadu'er called the other party with a cautious honorific. For people who are not so familiar with the former regent, such as Lamizane, perhaps this detail just reflects The old man is cautious and needs some kind of proper concealment of his identity, but to his contemporaries, this is a very interesting title.

"Interpretation of astrological signals has been a very professional knowledge in the past and requires the cooperation of genes and talents. However, relying on the complete and heavily protected facilities here, I can try to use a rougher but more efficient method to interpret it. All the information that can be heard by us, in fact, we can still find a lot of useful content in Shali gold mining. This is why I request to convene this meeting and gather our most elite forces as soon as possible to completely solve the problem under our feet as soon as possible. The problem."

"Oh? Then what is it that makes you so urgent that you even require all the original bodies present to attend?"

The former Imperial Regent cleared his throat.

"First of all," he said, "more - I mean more numbers and species of aliens."

"Commonplace."

"Chaos Warband."

"Commonplace."

"Renegated Chapter."

"Vulnerable."

"Loyal Chapter."

"Heh." ("Hey, can we open the blind box again?")

"Local Tribunal, Secret Society, Assassin's Court, Imperial Navy, Rogue Trader Family..."

"... Just tell me what other forces haven't noticed us."

"Probably Tyranids."

"Thank God..."

"But infection by any Genestealer sect cannot be ruled out."

"..."

"In particular," Kadu'er said, "there is an image. Although it does not appear in the direct astral language, it appears repeatedly throughout time and space. We still need to confirm this before setting off."