Warhammer: Start with a dog

The Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar, the paradise of the Far Eastern Star Region of the Empire, the territory once ruled by Robert Guilliman, was also the first... A new beacon in those turbulent years when the Emperor and Holy Terra were extinguished by the star torch caused by the Great Rebellion. location.

Of course, if you hear anything extra, it's all rumors that don't exist. (BANG!)

Because even the Ultramarines themselves, under the cover of so many years, so many deaths, and intentional people, no longer understand certain details of past history.

After all, this universe is too big for a single human being's time and cognition, and don't think so much about subspace.

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"Thought leads to doubt, and doubt leads to change. My old friend," said Varro Tigris.

This respected and powerful Chief Librarian is working with Marius Augustus, leader of the Ultramarines, Lord of Macragge (Note: Guilliman is not yet awake at this time), and Guardian of Ultramar. Tuskalga (Marneus Augustus Calgary) walked together under the corridor of Hera Fortress.

They walked through an ancient garden full of spice plants and shrubs. Neither of them wore armor. The chief think tank wore a decent and simple shirt and hellfire robes. The lining of the psychic hood was still attached to his head. The pipes and cables above extend to the back of his neck and sides; and the current Chapter Master of the Ultramarines wears a warrior short robe, leather swordsman tassels and a small amount of gold and white engraved Ultramarines Chapter emblem Skulls and golden wings adorn the pauldrons, belt, bracers and greaves.

"Indeed, Varro, I have always marveled at your cautious attitude towards your own great gifts."

"My psychic power is just a tool, a weapon, Calgar." The think tank director's always melancholy face added a hint of melancholy, "A weapon that allows me to reverse the situation of battle and destiny, if you If it's a gift, it's probably a curse."

"Why do you say that? My old friend." Calgar stopped, and they paused under the white-hot afternoon sun of Macragge and under the shadow of the white and yellow marble columns.

"The guards reported to me your recent gibbering and restlessness in meditation." Calgar's warm blue-gray eyes stared at the Great Thinker, "If you have any predictions about the future of the empire and our future, I Please tell me, Varro, you know you don't have to hide anything from me."

"My lord." The Great Thinker sighed softly, and the end of the stance staff in his hand rested on the uneven but smooth marble floor that had been trampled for thousands of years. "I did see some things again. ...pictures of the future.”

His eyebrows were frowned tightly, and the look in his eyes was so tangled and painful that Calga almost had the urge to reach out and smooth his brows.

"You know, my prophecies have been changing frequently recently... and..." Tigris paused, "Incredible. I think." The current chief think tank of the Ultramarines, one of the most powerful prophets in the galaxy, said painfully He admitted, "I may be beginning to be corrupted by Chaos, Calgar. You should probably find someone to lock me up and guard me closely, or let me enter the cell with dignity myself."

Obviously the Chapter Leader of the Ultramarines was startled, "Has it reached this point?" he asked, "I have not received any reports of Chaos Omens nearby, and there are currently no special emergency reports from monitoring stations and patrols. Pass back."

"But I saw it! Calgar!" Tigris roared in a low voice, and the think tank director's eyes glowed with spiritual blue light. The air around them suddenly turned into a strong wind, blowing away the plants and flowers in the garden. De staggering, "I saw the enemy coming from the deep space! The ruler of blood! Born from the blood! Everything he did was trying to completely destroy the will of the warriors, corrupt and blaspheme our companions! I saw the traitors and betrayal They reveled in front of the Hera Fortress! I even envisioned myself swallowing the flesh and blood they gave me without any resistance..." His lips trembled and he couldn't continue, and he knelt down on the ground leaning on his staff.

"My Lord! (My Lord!) I beg you, for the sake of our future and safety, let me enter the dungeon until the day the prophecy is revealed or the day you need me to prove myself in battle."

"Get up, Varro, you know there is no need for this to happen between you and me." There was a deep gap between Calja's eyebrows at this moment, "But considering your identity and past glory, if you persist... "

"I insist! My Lord!" Tigris raised his head suddenly, "I even saw more blasphemous omens... I willingly accepted the gift from the enemies of the empire, and I voluntarily served the heretics..." This When he spoke a few words, the director of the think tank could almost hold his head up due to pain and shame, and Calgar froze for just a moment, and then annihilated his old friends, old comrades, Eldar, Orcs and Tyranids. Tigris helped him up.

"I will arrange it." He finally said, "No need to worry, old friend, before that, let us go to the greenhouse outside the throne room for a drink. I heard the kitchen manager mentioned that the newly developed colony is Maku The market in Lage has brought in a large amount of high-quality and delicious fruits and vegetables. We can taste your favorite fresh cheese with tomatoes and basil first..."

As they walked away, the psychic wind gradually died down, leaving a mess of fallen flowers and leaves in the garden, which exuded a faint fragrance under the scorching sun.

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"Hmm, what a satisfying growth curve. I love to see the wall high and the granary full."

He was lying on the command throne in a sloppy manner, with a pile of cushions behind him. Octavia, who was also a cushion lover, made a lot of cushions for the Lord of the Night after learning about the Lord of the Night's hobby.

The popular decoration style of the power armor of the Eighth Legion now is to hang a hanging pendant made of small bones, beads or cloth strips made by the slaves on the waist, which will shake when walking. The shoulder armor and helmet are the key cleaning objects, and they must be wiped clean! Bright! In this way, if you are lucky enough to leave a beautiful and complete meat pad shape, you can immediately find someone to copy it and nail it on as a small symbol.

The blood-red claw marks match the power armor that was recast with Nostramo gold and showed natural lightning patterns.

Ramizarn took a sip of the hot milky Rekha coffee and squinted his eyes in satisfaction. Yes, after the initial first-level product trade route and market were established, a large amount of goods were immediately imported. After all, the fine gold ore guaranteed payment. The Macragge market had a rich variety of products, and his Rekha coffee was finally available again!

"At this point, I think we can start considering going to the Moon, after all - what do you think?"

(*If it was before, I would say, yes, and now, the more knowledge I learn, I would say that the place looks more dangerous. - I hate you! You make me more and more like to follow reason instead of instinct to make judgments! This really annoys me.)

"You said so, I see that you have asked Talos and others to take you down to search the library of the Temple City."

(*... I just went to see if the text there was contaminated by Chaos just in case!)

"Well, yes, by the way, find a few old books to sharpen your claws, and then throw the books to the heirs you think they need, that's it."

(Several Night Lords exchanged glances with each other - or began to fight with malicious eyes)

But a sharp voice from the gargoyle broke the comfortable atmosphere on the bridge at the moment.

"Your Highness! Mistress! Mistress she!"