Warhammer: Start with a dog

"So." The black-and-white plush tyrant's mouth was tightly shut, and his dark brown almond-shaped eyes were staring at someone.

His paw pressed against the auto-logging dataslate, and the dataslate's panels made a suspicious creaking sound.

And this person who had just finished telling what he had done was relieved and began to wear one of the theoretically strongest weapons in the galaxy - Perturabo's Armor of Origin (LOGOS), which was as soft as mercury. "A puddle" effect, and with a face full of happiness, he began to collapse on the special huge sofa, spreading the Fourth Primarch's own body flat.

"These contents - are these the big things you did after you ran away?"

"No, no, it's not a big deal. I didn't conquer any powerful worlds and I didn't fight any wars worth bragging about... I'm ashamed. I just did some trivial things. Ah, fortunately, I returned smoothly as soon as the stasis stance was lifted. Here it is.”

Mr. Lamizane Carosini sighed again, compressed the stale air from deep in the demigod's chest, and inhaled the new fresh air in the room.

"Hey... it's still comfortable here, with a quiet room, a comfortable sofa, the familiar smell of dog fur, the familiar smell of paper, ink and Reca coffee. It would be better if everyone was here... Peppa baby, when are we Can you go back to the Destiny Steel? My spine tells me that they need my own bed. By the way, is it not over yet at Magna? Also, where is Master Kaduru?"

The black and white dog straightened his body, glaring at his already drowsy body with a look that would make any Iron Warrior immediately start the final revolving door and reflect on what he had done wrong.

Obviously, the other party didn't receive it at all. He just raised his eyelids and looked at his erect ears and bright eyes. Then he started to praise him and praised him as "the most handsome and beautiful Perturabo in the world" and "how can you be so cute?" Perfect, you are the best dog in the world, Perturabo."

Finally, the Primarch Bianmu let out a cold snort from his throat, reluctantly jumped out of his fearless cockpit and walked over, putting his head on the giant's arm, and then skillfully placed a big hand on his head and back. Rubbing the dog's soft fur and ears on the mane of his neck, they didn't speak for a while.

——Angron Petra, who was sitting in the same office and watched the whole process with a cup of tea, commented on this situation, "I don't think I should make any disturbing noise, I shouldn't be here, I should Go to the bridge and spend a pleasant afternoon with my lady captain and the heirs. Why should I kindly stay here and prepare for a fight, thinking that dogs and men will start fighting? "

Fortunately, there was finally a new piece of information that saved the 12th Primarch from this situation in time.

The Astartes Veterans Task Force Tactical Team sent by the Destiny Steel to the Desert Ark is about to arrive.

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Magna Dorn raised her gauntlet, which had become increasingly golden due to too much rubbing of the black helmet, and finally touched the helmet of the apothecary brother who cried and said that he had never thought of having such an honor and was so excited. ——Yes, when Lamizane unskilledly imitated Curze's display skills, due to hearsay or insufficient understanding of the Black Templar tradition, he took it for granted and indiscriminately gave the sacred blessings to all the Black Templar monks present. collective illusion——

After all, the chain of inference of the librarian Mr. Carosini is as follows: It is difficult to convince the fanatical Black Templars by following the usual logic - but as long as it is the Emperor and the Emperor's Champion, they will never refuse - and the Emperor's Champion himself Absolutely trusting the instructions given in visions - even ignoring the orders of his superiors, and his superiors and Chapter usually believe that the Emperor's Champion needs to serve only that higher guide - as long as all of them think that he is the Emperor The champion can simply let them all settle down without bothering to explain it later! Perfect! Just do it!

As a result, not even the technical sergeant brothers and pharmacist brothers were left behind.

According to tradition, an expeditionary force usually only carries a set of blessed black armor of faith and a black sword at most - as we all know, an emperor's champion will fall after completing his mission in this campaign. Brothers and commanders will go to the battlefield after the war to respectfully retrieve the black armor and black sword of the dead champion - if this team is lucky enough to apply for and carry a black sword from the treasure trove of the Eternal Crusade.

After all, with the exception of the first Champion, the Great Sigismund, who fought for the Emperor for over a thousand years, few of the Emperor's subsequent champions survived the battle in which he was inspired.

Generally speaking, every Black Templar monk who receives apocalyptic visions understands the significance of the sacrifice, and they all regard it as what they must pay as Black Templar warriors to avenge the Emperor and win victory for Dorne. Paying the price with blood, and taking it with joy, after becoming the Emperor's Champion, they stormed into the enemy ranks and brandished their weapons.

There are only ten black swords in the public imperial records. After thousands of years of baptism of war, although the Black Templars will try their best to recover and repair the Armor of Faith and the black sword in every battle, they may still only be There are only seven or eight left - because one of them is almost certain to have never been returned to the Death Watch.

So it is quite obvious that in this expeditionary crusade that suddenly became the champions collectively, the Armor of Faith is definitely not enough, and the Black Sword is nowhere to be seen - since they have traveled to this subspace, the Nemesis can only do this The entire inventory in the Armory is open to the champions for whatever they want.

Of course, this situation of not being able to hold the Armor of Faith and the Black Sword and being recognized as the Emperor's Champion is not unheard of in the chapter's records, and has even happened more than once.

Therefore, with Priest Geratos reciting glorious history and hymns loudly in the background, they decided to ask the holy relics of Holy Donne to bless each piece of armor and weapons - yes, they had identified this golden mechanical humanoid What is in the coffin is the holy remains of Dorn that the Imperial Fists and their sons have been searching for for eight thousand years. Although controlled by the evil wizard and the Primarch of Chaos, he has just shown the power to guide the God-Emperor. The ability to look at each of them is enough to explain everything.

Even though he was made into such a... suffering existence, Dorne is still there! Didn't give in!

Just thinking about this made the blood boil in the two strengthened hearts of each of them.

Never give in! Their expeditionary force will accept any evil and blasphemous challenge! Salvation in their penitential penance!

Everyone is filled with divine enthusiasm and power, and the newly stamped red wax purity mark is floating on the surface of their power armor.

Of course, at this time they still don't know how powerful the challenge they will encounter.