Warhammer: Start with a dog

Destiny Steel

Chapter Master's Office

"So you're sure this is a definite omen?"

Ramizane sat behind his desk, and Perturabo was no longer beside him.

The Demon Primarch of the Border Collie was locking himself in the next room, busy controlling the servitors through sensors and monitoring equipment to instill the true spirit of the Iron Warriors into the young men of the Tenth Company.

The Chapter Leader took a look at the surveillance screen and decided not to disturb the original soul's happy game time for the time being.

Sitting opposite Lamizane was Emmenut, the think tank director and prophet of this chapter.

"Very sure, my lord." The Thousand Sons Supreme Wizard replied in a somewhat erratic tone, with some psychic echo still remaining in his eyes.

"As soon as I discovered this mysterious omen, I didn't even have a good dinner, so I immediately used nine rituals, nine verifications, and consulted ninety-nine different divination books to interpret it! I am very sure of the result. ——It is clear and directed. My opinion is that you should pay attention to it immediately and take necessary corresponding measures."

"Son of Magnus, why do your words of advice sound so harsh?"

Lamizane, who was sitting in front of him, was still safely protected by the LOGOS power armor. Because he needed to meet other people, the camouflage force field generator on his power armor was operating, allowing him to look like him from the perspective of others. Although he was unusually tall in stature, he was still within the reach of other known Space Marines.

At the same time, the camouflage force field also changed the style details of his armor, making this special Terminator power armor look like some kind of refined and improved model of the cavalry-style Terminator.

On the contrary, there was no obvious change in his face, because just the inner core was changed, and everything looked very different.

Many cables and servo plugs were sorted and tied into a bunch, and those that were too exaggerated or too obvious were also reorganized. The black eyes revealed a touch of blue, like black moonstones illuminated by light, representing pain. Most of the distortions and wrinkles caused by various emotions such as hatred, jealousy, unwillingness and revenge have disappeared, and human expressions have reappeared on this face, allowing it to regain some of its former creator's sensitivity and sensitivity. It has a slightly exotic and noble temperament.

The Sorcerer Supreme thought in a daze, when they first met, was the blue part of the Iron King's irises so obvious?

The Chapter Leader picked up the coffee cup and took a sip.

"So, now we may have to use your (he used the emphasis here) divination results to conduct a large-scale hunting within the ship."

He picked up the scroll and data pad and glanced at it. The data stream formed by the automatic scan began to be fed back from the analysis unit to his retina.

"Perturabo? Perturabo! Pepe? Perturabo baby?!"

"What's the matter! Mortal! You told me not to call me that!... And I'm not free now!"

"...Aren't you very good at real-time synchronized multi-line analysis and micro-operation warfare on large battlefields? Multitasking is not a problem for you, right?"

"The brain of this four-legged furry creature doesn't have enough wetware to allow me to do what I did before."

The dog's voice sounded like a simple calmness after repeated attempts and multiple failures, "After forcibly overloading, it will automatically enter an unspeakable state... Don't say this, anyway, you know it won't work. So what? thing?"

"Look at this report from our 'prophet'."

"Prophet? I thought that was the rhetoric we used to fool all the foolish and loyal people. It really worked. I didn't expect it, huh."

Bian Mu's tone sounded like he was ridiculing "stupid humans", "And I want to remind you first that the source of the corruption of the 15th Legion is the ever-changing Demonic Bird God, that flat-haired... thing Eight out of the nine words or prophecies revealed by the son are false, and half of them may be true lies. Who would believe it?!"

"Your good brother will believe it..." At this moment, the Fourth Primarch's body suddenly had some memory fragments of Gu Terra's Forty Thousand Rumors suddenly appear in his head at an inappropriate time, "Okay, hurry up and take a look at this report. content, and then think about whether we should take measures based on it, and how to implement it specifically?”

Dog stopped the armed trainer servitor he was controlling, replaced it with a team of self-disciplined iron ring servitors, and switched to the "Imperial Fist Operation Model Analysis" teaching mode.

Then he moved his claws like the wind, and quickly tapped the input device and announced to the training ground of the Tenth Company: [The next training is a random battle royale. Whoever is knocked down first will not be allowed to participate in the gang jumping simulation training next time. And I will punish him to do hard labor for me for ten days! ha! You are a bunch of vain brats! Enjoy! ! After the explanation, Dafa Mercifully helped the mortals read the report.

"Hmm... I see, this is not a vague and ambiguous omen that needs to be interpreted. It is no different from telling everyone clearly... Just like this, he has checked it over and over again so many times?"

"Yes." Lamizane's tone contained the comfort of mutual understanding between scumbag students.

"彳亍." The dog sighed helplessly from his nose, "It's exactly the same as ten thousand years ago, (Gothic expletive) (some vague curse), in the end only I can and only I am working .Okay, listen, there are only these living people on the ship anyway. You can block the unmanned area first, put it into vacuum mode, and then go and summon..."

Next is the time for Lamizane to follow his example.

The Iron Warriors who were summoned, led by their old commanders, and reorganized according to the model of the glorious era ten thousand years ago, reacted to the fact that the purge of the ship was finally about to be carried out - they were visibly joyful and very excited. Even Thousand Sons didn't seem to mind that much when they were sent to work with them.

"Head of all brothers, we are steel!! Brothers! This time we must catch this hateful intruder for our genetic father!"

"Off with his head! Off with his head!" Someone roared and waved the chain ax excitedly, his mechanical arm swinging behind his back.

"It's really uncreative." Honso and his apprentice stood in the crowd. The two of them were assigned to ensure the smooth progress of battlefield first aid and the collection of gene seeds. If there is that precious opportunity, "Some … People’s demands are always so direct.”

Honso's apprentice was still standing there quietly. His teacher had warned him long ago that although the monastery mothership was well maintained, the long expedition, high-intensity and fierce battles, and the eyes of too many humans had been damaged. Things are not meant to be seen, and some veterans will develop unusual problems of varying degrees, but all are under the supervision of Chapter Masters and Librarians, so there is nothing to worry about.

Parogov even personally treated a veteran who had been parasitized by demons under the guidance of Honso. It was indeed a very bad situation. He was also very happy that he could help, but the other party looked at him before entering anesthesia. The mood swings in his eyes were too intense... so he had to immediately increase the amount of anesthetic.

A roar from the breastplate loudspeaker pulled the apothecary apprentice from his thoughts.

"Let us begin! Hunt this wandering black crow for my lord!"

The think tank director took the lead and raised his staff.

Gua!

Has everyone finished dinner? I can finally start eating [you]

Hee, I didn’t expect it. In fact, you should have guessed it by now.