Warhammer: Start with a dog

"So the area where the Desert Ark is located needs to dispatch a tactical team 'experienced in combating Space Marines and suppressing riots' for emergency support?"

On board the Iron-Blooded Iron Blood of Destiny, members of the Honor Guard received a message from His Highness Angron Petra.

The arrival of this message immediately temporarily terminated the Iron Blood's twelfth mess hall siege and thirteenth mess hall expedition this week, and triggered an unprecedented upsurge in use and discussion of the gladiatorial cage hall.

——No matter what technical officers are needed there or what additional selection criteria there are, as long as you defeat your opponent first, you will increase your chances of being selected. This simple truth is now understood by everyone on the Iron-Blooded. .

The Brass Throne greatly appreciated the sudden surge of blood-red anger and courage that poured into its Fortress of Eternal War, and urgently sent a void congratulatory message and a recruitment letter.

When the bloodletting ghost herald riding a steel bull just jumped out of the gladiatorial cage of the Iron-Blooded, riding on the passionate battle here and the exciting wave of subspace emotions to determine the strongest one - oh, and then... Under the disappointed gazes of the red-eyed Astartes, the anti-psionic detection and automatic annihilation system of the Iron-Blooded's 88th upgrade was "kicked (annihilated) back (annihilated)" to where it came from.

As a result, Perturabo BC was even more furious when he discovered that the Khorne part of the tables he had just flattened was again uneven because of the increase.

"I can't stand it! We need subtle, calculated calculations! Subtle! Balanced! Obedient! Like pruning a hedge in a garden! Damn it! When I get back to the Ironblood I'm going to select people to stuff into the torpedo tubes Launch it to lower my blood pressure! - So what happened to those crazy Dornish bastards who were kicked behind the blast door on deck seven?"

"I must point out that it would not be conducive to the harmony of the garden if the plants were all hedges. - Apparently, the devout monks of the Black Templars are tightly surrounding their lost 'primarch', like a group of vigilant black dragon guards Holding them like the most precious treasures, and trying to listen to more of 'Dorne's teachings, as well as the extremely fierce curses and vows of revenge against us by interpreting every gesture and movement of your poor students. To be honest, they read it so much It’s long and cadenced, and it even sounds like an ancient Gregorian chant.”

The former imperial regent made a cup of tea, and the air was immediately filled with the faint fragrance of white flowers. "Come on, take a sip, Angron, don't worry too much, there are two primarchs and one Malcador here, what can't you do?" What’s the solution?”

After learning the tragic news that he had been successfully branded as a "traitor who colluded with heretics" by the sons of Dorne without his knowledge, the 12th Primarch took the teacup from the old man's hand, his face once again as peaceful as Perturabo... BC hid the body of the Iron Lord behind the screen, then took a sip of tea and sighed.

"We might as well have let Perturabo bomb half of Wandering Harbor."

And on the ceiling that no one cares about, the unknown and unable to return to his place, Mr. Lamizane Carosini is currently looking at his "drawn" soul body that is "glued" to a stagnant position. serene.

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Desert Ark

Deck 7

The isolation cabin is brightly lit, shining——

Magna Dorn, whose golden armor shone but with condensation running down his back, and the Black Templar monks kneeling around him.

"Dorn, the great saint of Terra! Our glorious genetic father..." With just these words, Lord Kaleb almost choked up and couldn't continue, "I can't believe it! Those hateful betrayers and Heretic! Look what they did to you! If it weren't for your golden armor that could be recognized by us...your voice, your eyes, your face, your..." He knelt down tremblingly. , murmured a prayer to the newly locked weapon on his wrist and began to confess to the Holy Emperor.

"It's our fault! The God Emperor has guided us here, but we didn't find you earlier! And when you were forced to wear that filthy cloak to try to appease your heirs, we didn't recognize you immediately! Repent! We need more repentance and atonement! Only the blood of sinners can wash away our sins!"

...You shouldn't have pictured the majestic and beautiful golden armor of the main body in the saved data, which was made and worn by the teacher and the armory.

This is good, because the relationship between the perfect replicas has been mistaken. What should I do? Why are these Black Templars actually different from Lysander and the others? Aren't they all descendants of the original body, brothers by genetic blood?

Magnar Dorn sat at the top, not knowing what to do, but better not to do so while his black-and-white tyrant guardian Perturabo BC was furiously trying to balance the real-warp balance sheet. Disturb him more, he knows this very well.

Because he used his logged-in mecha to kill the intruding demon for the first time, he ran to the studio in panic. As a result, the calculation process was interrupted. Perturabo became furious and forced him to shut down for several days. But it’s still fresh in my memory!

In the database of his "cognitive" history, there is a large amount of corpus analysis of Lamizane Carosini and Perturabo BC in the daily life dialogue section, as well as a few of Malcador and Angron, and other Astartes, none of them told him how to deal with such a situation, so he remembered what Lamizane told him during the chat, "Don't agree to anything casually! If you don't know what to say, just stay silent." "Yes, wait for Pepe or others to help you clarify or explain the situation."

Magna Dorn thought this suggestion was very pertinent and practical, and as the master control machine spirit of a ship, he was not used to leaving the familiar void ship too far.

So he shook his head resolutely when the group of Black Templars who came after hearing the news asked him to leave with them, and then he didn't make much movement before he was confused and surrounded by them who looked sad and angry into the isolation cabin - —He is very confident that he can run away in time, even if he doesn’t want this golden power armor! By subcontracting data through ubiquitous communications networks, Ms. Lotharassalin of the Desert Ark will help him.

But the smart Magna thought about it again and decided to check the situation first. After all, they are the descendants of the original body! So when he sat down, he waved his hands slightly at any of their speculations, meaning that there was actually no such thing, I'm fine, don't think too much.

But it is obvious that there is too much that can be interpreted through gestures without verbal description.

The atmosphere in the isolation cabin became increasingly solemn.

Praise to the God-Emperor, Father, and vows of vengeance were made by different monks every moment.

Magna's panicked eyepiece reflected their priest Geratos. This brother priest who believed that he had unforgivably offended the holy primarch in his previous actions now took off his power armor and wore only the most basic clothing. Wearing a simple and rough linen ascetic robe, his feet were bare. His hands were burnt to perfection by the burning coals of atonement. His feet showed bright red footprints along the way he came - the priest had previously His hands and feet were punished by his actions, and now they were covered with bleeding wounds left by iron caltrops, while his pious and loyal face, staggered with scars, pale and invisible to the sun, was shamefully exposed to the light and gaze.

Due to his ascetic practice of never taking off the priest's skull mask, many believer brothers saw the true face of their priest for the first time after serving and fighting side by side for decades or even nearly a century. Geratos, who walked forward with his head bowed under the gaze of the crowd, felt even more atonement, as if he had been publicly humiliated.

"Father! Your suffering is so noble, and it is the source of our vengeful rage." He knelt down devoutly before the golden armor of the Primarch, kissing the ground where the Primarch's boots had stepped, and his The rosary beads and ankh fell to the ground as he moved. "Your Majesty the God-Emperor who sits upon Terra! Please take care of your servants. May your holy wrath fill our hearts, so that any traitor and heretic will melt in the face of our wrath. May your might be filled with you. Our arms, let us fight off all kinds of shameless evil under your gaze. May your steadfast vigilance fill our souls, so that no heretic and treacherous enemy can divert us from your righteous intentions. I will avenge you! Witness the crusade we launch for you! Your will is the steadfast weapon in our hands! I will atone for my sins! Purify!”

Young Dorn's eyepieces turned a vivid blue from the excessive surprise of witnessing what was happening.

what happened? Why would he hurt himself so badly? Just because of a misunderstanding? I don't mind? ! I didn't say you minded? ! Did you ask me before you hurt yourself? Do you want atonement like this from you? !

Is this really the descendant of the original body? How did they become like this? Isn't this different from the Imperial Fist he saw on the Iron Blood?

What shaped them into such fanatics after thousands of years?

Wait, but what does he mean by that? Are they planning to start attacking the Desert Ark and the others on it here? !

no? ! wait a minute? ! What did I say about me? !

Magna Dorn began to frantically output messages to Angron and Malcador. Who can help him? Help him hold down these black heirs! Why do we start a war if we don't agree? !

In the eyes of the Black Templars, the Gene Father, who had been captured, deceived, damaged, and robbed of his voice and senses, stood up because of the pious oath of atonement made by his descendants, stretched out his hands, and wanted to save them here. This journey of atonement and salvation without hesitation——