Warhammer: Start with a dog

"This, this is a miracle! Sir! A real! Miracle!" Grand Regent Gallus waved his old and fragile arms wildly in the biting wind, completely ignoring the risk of them being broken. He didn't even notice that the mask covering his head and face had fallen apart - "Heavenly rain! Sir! Hahahaha! They are sweet water! Fresh water! Clear water! Hahaha! It's rain! It's water! It's water!"

The young children looked up curiously at the clear water drops falling from the sky.

They had read fairy tales, poems, and descriptions about it in books that had been passed down for generations, with frayed corners and blurred fonts, but this was the first time they had really seen it.

"Mom, is this rain?"

"Yes, child. This is rain!" Her mother hugged her, and the child saw the expression on her mother's face that seemed to be crying and laughing, "Mom, rain has gotten into your eyes." She raised her hand to wipe it, but was surprised to find that the liquid was warm.

More people rushed out of the concrete wall of the Temple City, which was once regarded as their lifeline. They knelt on the ground, kissed the wet sand, tears in their eyes, murmured words of thanks and prayer, and let the precious rain soak their clothes.

Among the residents who rushed out of the city, a group of people were particularly eye-catching.

Their clothes were almost all wide hooded robes and pendants around their necks. They were unique and obviously rejected by other residents. Under the hems and cuffs that were blown up by the wind, their bodies were more seriously mutated than others.

"What's wrong with that group of people? Is it what I thought? The pendants hanging around their necks are the symbols of the Astropaths?"

Standing next to Regent Gallus, who finally began to calm down and stood up in shame for his misbehavior in front of the emperor and patted his shabby robes, the Lord of the Eighth Army asked.

Now he was wearing a light half-body power armor made from materials that the mechanical priests had found outside his shirt. The lightning across the midnight was carefully depicted, and the low-key black gold on the skull and bat wings was inlaid with the Roman numeral VIII. The low-profile version of the lightning claw modified from the Terminator power glove and the spare parts of the fearless quietly perched on the back of his hand. Although the decomposition force field was not activated, no one doubted what kind of terrifying weapon it could become in the hands of the Lord of the Night. The upper part of his long black hair was carefully braided into many braids and then tied up behind his head. Octavia (again, this busy noble navigator lady, but after all, she was the only one who was proficient in the nobles' food, clothing, housing and transportation at this time and place) taught Talos, Celion and Macutian how to braid the hair and apply hair care essential oil for the Primarch, but Talos was slapped twice by Valere due to his serious injuries and was dragged back to the infirmary for treatment in a rage (to be honest, Valere was even too rageous) and Celion and Macutian were also ordered to return to the ward. It was no longer the time for the Night Lords to rely on very little medicine and crude prostheses and purely rely on their own physical recovery to slowly recover in order to cope with the next battle.

The Lord of the Night believed that the four wounded who originally belonged to the First Claw should be treated well.

Although the War Philosopher had once been elegant and skillful, no matter how much Dietrian squeezed him, he could not squeeze out the relic-level dexterity of the Fearless Bionic Power Fingers. Therefore, the honor of learning to braid hair and combing the hair for the Primarch fell on Charles and Ursus.

Uh-huh.

The navigator later claimed that "next time I will vent the anger I taught them to any target who dared to attack us. I don't think anything can survive from that."

In short, the two warriors still completed the task assigned to them by the Primarch.

The most eye-catching thing was the animal on the shoulder of the Lord of the Night.

When the animal appeared, it was pure black, and before anyone could see the speed of its movement, it directly attacked the Phoenix Lord Jan Zar of the Eldar Howling Banshee Shrine - it scratched her death mask and tore open the Phoenix Armor to try to dig out her heart and lungs.

Then the animal was quickly brought into the big bath of the Crown Coronation amid the inexplicable scream of the Lord of the Eighth Army.

It is said that at that time, a kind of inhuman howl spread throughout the ship.

And when it appeared again on the shoulder of the Primarch, it was like this now - a black and white cow cat with long and smooth fur, shining to gorgeousness, except for its sharp and unusually long claws, it also had a very stinky face, as if it didn't like anyone.

"This is a summoned beast condensed by my innate power." The eighth Primarch told his descendants and others, "So don't doubt its intelligence and understanding, as well as its power in the second sight, you should regard it as my other side."

So the Night Lords accepted it well after the initial commotion, and the Children of the Origin entered a kind of terrible silence, only private discussions would talk about it in helmets and whispers: the revelation that Sergeant Aeneas received from the navigator and the star language choir of the Crown Coronation was too incredible at the time and became something that was not very confidential.

And now that it has been discovered that the "black and white plush" is likely to be a concrete manifestation of something, the meaning of the Emperor Tarot's revelation is like a sharp blade that pierces the hearts of the more confused captives.

"Yes, my lord." The old man, Regent of Gallus - he was allowed to retain this title with trepidation after asking for permission - looked increasingly frightened. "They are our state religion and astropaths... They have been in the temple since hundreds of years ago. We will also send qualified children in."

He swallowed, "Each regent will 'clear' part of them regularly and as necessary. As for other times, we just let them worship on their own. They have only been hiding deep in the hall of their cabins, facing the sun and their ancestors. In fact, they may have succeeded in making the so-called star language call, but they may not have... Usually they will not come out. This time, I am afraid that anyone will want to come and witness such a grand miracle. My Lord, if you think so. If they feel uncomfortable, I can have someone take them back immediately..."

"There is no need to hide anything from me, Gallus." The voice of the leader of the Eighth Army was still as soft as hissing poetry, but it sounded like a bolt from the blue to the old man's ears, "In fact, the population of Thessaguarsa has dropped so much. On the one hand, there is a lack of material, and on the other hand - the reason why you have not further sought the help of astropaths from the Origin Chapter before is precisely because your secret is that the number of new psykers here has always been unusually large. , almost half as many as newborns, right?”

Regent Gallus's lips curled up in horror.