Warhammer: Start with a dog

(*I don’t understand.)

The cat, whose fur looked more gorgeous and shiny than before, sat on the table and looked at himself as he was tidying up, thinking deeply.

His claws are still sharp, and his eyes can still see everyone's ending, but now he is thinking about it. The process of walking with this "mortal" in the beginning allowed their minds to communicate in a "combined" situation. It's like you're lying in bed and have given up all hope in this world and think that all people are mortal, so this HOLYSHIT world should be destroyed together with everyone, but someone comes and suddenly makes a fully automatic exoskeleton for you. And it allows you to passively enjoy the consequences and meanings of all actions in a process full of starlight, evening breeze and a piece of land from death to vitality——

New synapses of thinking activities are formed in new brain grooves and are imprinted. He has been painlessly taken to the starting point of paradise that only exists in his meager expectations and most bitter self-mockery. As long as he Lift your steps and you will move upward.

No one can resist this temptation.

"Well... our Conrad can think, I feel relieved. Is there anything you can't figure out?"

(*Why is Ulanhuda here? - I must state that although the Nightbat Council signed the contract in my name, I did not go up to see it. Salamas finally summoned it on the ground at that time. Not me either. Not trying to shirk responsibility, just stating the facts.)

"Great, these are great words, Conrad, I feel really good to see you say this. And why Ulan Huda is here, you understand better than me, Coz."

Lamizane, who was busy making preparations, stopped what he was doing and turned his head to look into the starry sky-like eyes of the black and white long-haired cat.

"Ulan Huda is connected to the cognition of the 'Midnight Lord's home planet' in the Midnight Treaty. It is even more connected to the life you ended here, the calls of all those painful souls, and your own remaining life force. ——Attracted by temptation——It wanted to devour all these to repair itself, but it got stuck in the space mezzanine due to the damaged power unit and subspace engine, and caused problems in the real universe on Thessaguarsa. "

(*Then why now? Why me? Why you? Why them?)

"In the Samaras expedition ten thousand years ago, signs of civilization gradually turned into barbarism, madness and instinct in the continuous war to survive; the concepts of loyalists and betrayers also began to change in the long-lasting war. Having lost its meaning, the Night Lords plundered everything that was useful or valuable, and destroyed anything that could not be taken away. In order to prevent the Night Lords from benefiting from it, Al'Jonson would destroy anything that he considered to have no strategic significance or defensive value. For the inhabitants of many planets, the only difference between the First Legion and the Eighth Legion is that the First Legion might consider destroying their homes before pillaging and burning them. They took away only their own people, no property, no culture, hungry and displaced - what you destroyed here is exactly what you and I want to rebuild. Come here to realize...a vision that has been destroyed, smashed, and discarded."

His dark eyes stared at the eyes of the one with the strongest and most accurate prophecy among all the Primarchs, "If you don't have a home, Konrad, you don't have to let everyone else have a home. You now have the beginning of everything." Fire, you don’t have to serve a dark future or choose to go against the grain because of lies, you can build the best home of your own without any worries.”

(*...I once said this to Leon.) The black and white long-haired cat walked to his body with elegant steps. His expression at this moment looked strikingly similar to the melancholy poet son he had just mocked before, (*We are all savage weapons forged and given, wielded ignorantly by hands that do not know the cost, and the unbearable danger of wielding weapons is due to the ignorance of the hands, we are all.)

Koz's long, fluffy, squirrel-like tail swayed, and Lamizane calmly stretched out his hand to cover his Reka coffee cup.

"So do you have any new insights now?"

(*Yes, I have to say that Perturabo was right to make the desperate move. As annoying as this statement is to me, he did try at that moment, he acted, he didn’t give up, he persevered , I must say, I am indeed... grateful for his action at that moment).

"Do you need me to paraphrase it? It would be better if you could say this to him yourself."

(*No, no need. I don't want to see that disgusting 'you know I told you you'd thank me' look on his smug face. Thank you. I can't help but scratch the flowers. This stupid dog's face.)

"The next time we meet, you'd better show some respect to him and don't call him a stupid dog, otherwise the Iron Blooded One..."

(*Is the Magnar Dorn on the Iron Blood really not Rogal Dorn?) The cat suddenly asked.

"How do I know?" The person who was asked was stunned. "You have to ask Perturabo about this. He said that it was just a shallow personality fabricated with a small part of Dorne, right? It seems so? "

The black-and-white cat stared closely at his body, and a "very midnight ghost"-like, gloating, hypocritical smile began to appear on the cat's face.

(*Oh, nothing, say hello to Magna Dorn and Angron Petra, as well as my other brothers. As for old Malcador, I wish him the pleasure of the work he asked for.)

“No problem, but I won’t repeat it verbatim.”

(*I know.)

Lami Zahn finally put his few handicraft supplies, coffee cups and other small things into boxes, labeled them, and took care of the ugly pillows made by the long-haired cat, and then lay down on his own pillow properly - now their bed is no longer the tattered cloth and garbage piled up on the first day. Now it is a large bed that meets the specifications of the original body, enough for a person of Conrad’s size to sleep in any posture and angle, with a large mattress made of eight ordinary mattresses, as well as pillows, quilts and pajamas.

"Are you sure it's today?"

(*I'm sure that I can see clearly across the Milky Way the stupid and arrogant declarations of some people about the times.)

"Well, I hope nothing unexpected happens... Absolutely nothing unexpected happens! Huh!" Ritual runes and equipment from ancient times drawn in a way that no one can understand vibrate around them.

A psychic frenzy that shook the souls of hundreds of millions of people and frightened them swept across the sky of the entire Milky Way. The blood-red wound began to tear the Milky Way apart bit by bit. The chaotic torrent of time and space began to wash away all the places where the stars shone, and the order of time and space became fragile.

"Oh Pepe, there are others... I hope I haven't been away for too long..."

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When the blood-red ominous wound finally crossed and hung high above the entire Milky Way, the door of the Midnight Ghost's bedroom opened.

The person who walked out was as noble as ever. Only those who were most familiar with him would find that his steps were less lazy and more like a strange beast.

The First Claw and the Navigator couple who had been waiting at the door early were here.

"What are you all doing here? The big rift in the sky will not affect us. Do what you should do and appease the crew and the people on the ground. We still have a lot of things to do next!"

Led by the "Prophet" Talos, the Night Lords gave their master a deep Nostramo heart-holding salute, and then turned and left.

The navigator came forward with the child in her arms, supported by her husband.

"He is a real good man. He deserves it." She said at last.

"Of course."

Conrad Curz nodded.

"He deserves it."

"Will we have a chance to meet again?"

"Yes." The Lord of the Night smiled happily with his shark-like sharp teeth, "Yes. I will bring him more."