Warhammer: Start with a dog

"Talk about it? Ah, what's the matter? Peppa Pig, I'm planning to connect myself to your meditator array and take a nap by the way. The results will be out soon, don't delay, the night is long and I have many dreams."

"It's really not urgent - Lamizane." The black-and-white plush tyrant separated the many cables and display panels hanging from the secret door in the ceiling in front of him, and clicked on the floating anti-gravity flying disc under his feet to fly to him. In front of us - well, it is obvious that Mr. Kaduru Makhado has fully demonstrated his comprehensive knowledge in civil affairs on the Iron Blood.

"Did you forget something? I should have been told?"

"Ah?" The person who was asked so seriously immediately began to blink blankly, "Yes, yes? I haven't had anything lately..."

"Think about it again?" The face of the shepherd dog stared at his body so seriously - this body that was created with ancient genetic engineering, old night era technology and some indescribable things is actually the same as the original Mei The dead body on Drengard looked like a painful remnant of the past, and it looked like a different person.

Now, the light that contains "people", vitality and hope shines on his not particularly beautiful but charming face. This kind of temperament that is extremely attractive to any thinking creature is the same as Perturabo's most beautiful face. The one seen on the face of the high-spirited Horus is slightly similar, but the demon primarch knows that the similarity is only one of them, and there are more and more essential things that are completely different. Although he still cannot return to his own body, Yet it would be a disingenuous lie to say that he didn't feel some secret satisfaction about it.

——Just don’t always use Perturabo’s face to look so stupid and don’t continue to become too forgetful. He sighed secretly, but as Lamizane’s power grew unknowingly, he and Lamizane Originally, it was an inevitable side effect that the human similarity of Gu Terra's librarian would be improved, but this was already a very good shortcoming, completely within the tolerable range.

Because the questioner looked too serious, Lamizane, who also sat up straight and thought hard, didn't know what Perturabo was thinking.

While he was teasing the original Shepherd, pretending to be ignorant and stupid, cold sweat broke out on his back - it was like 3K Terra was suddenly asked by his partner, "Do you remember what you promised me last time?" What? I’m really looking forward to it.” People who actually have no idea what the other person is referring to are still searching in their minds at an extremely fast speed for anything that might be close to the answer.

Think about it! Lamizane! Have you done anything illegal recently?

Well, it should be said that it is not a forbidden matter to take Perturabo with him using the floating disk and stasis position while he is sleeping to verify whether the guard robots in the Seer Hall are really capable of teleportation, right? After all, Saul Tarvits said he wasn't the only one to go in and read the books, so it wouldn't be a big deal for me to go take a look.

No one should have snitched on me. That time I asked Magna to clear out the entire route and seal the door. After coming out of the stasis position, Pepe slept soundly and didn't seem to notice at all afterwards. .

That shouldn't be this. Think about it again, uh, does it count to secretly instruct Aharin to go to various places to shoot immersive travelogues for me...? It shouldn’t count, right? I can't often go out with Pepe in person. There's too much movement, and it's inconvenient to leave the Destiny Steel. What's wrong with sending an attendant to take some records for me and come back to have dinner? Besides, Aharin also has experience in missions to this star region... But it seems that he has never told Pepe about this matter. He is so busy that he didn't even notice that the person who poured him water and washed the dishes every day recently was not him. Aharlin, alas, Iron Warriors...

Let’s talk about it later when we have an opportunity.

That’s not this, so what else is there? An attempt to privately approve the addition of a pronunciation module to Magna's body failed? Even if this fails, it doesn’t count...

Secretly poked a lot of mini collie pendant balls with his fallen hair and velvet? But why can't I find these pendants when I turn around... Where did I put them? My memory is getting worse and worse, there are too many trivial matters!

Wait! Could it be this!

Mr. Lamizane Carosini was refreshed when he suddenly thought of something. He quickly pulled out his calendar, which was filled with ghost symbols because he was prone to forgetting things. He saw that it was right! It must be this one!

He raised his head confidently and looked directly at the great Lord of Iron, the soul father of the Iron Warriors, and his own black-and-white plush shepherd dog, the Tyrant, who was staring at him with inquiring eyes.

"Pepe! Your birthday is coming!" Lamizane said with a smile on his lips and his eyes curled up with laughter, "How could I forget! I prepared a birthday gift for you early, Pepe, baby. Son!"

The demon king with the appearance of a border collie stared at Lamizane with his dark brown almond eyes wide open, his tail curled up, the two drooping ear tips on his erect ears trembled slightly, and the hairs at the base of the ears suddenly stood up.

"Well, look, you are now 'Peturabo' himself, so you can't put the gift in an obvious place like the original dog. I think I should give you a surprise on your birthday! So I have been I pretended to have forgotten your birthday and didn't mention it. Are you angry? Don't be angry, I totally remember it! Of course I can’t bring you any gifts, but I’ve prepared a new one for you here!”

The dog continued to stare at his body with that look, making the other person even more confused and cautiously rub his hands together.

"What? Shouldn't I do this? Actually, you don't like surprises and long, anxious waits. Should I spoil the story in advance and wait until the day to send it to you?"

Finally, the shepherd dog tightened his jaw, raised his head, and answered arrogantly with a sneering tone, "Yes, you should have told me this in advance! Instead of preparing some stupid surprise!"

"Sorry, it turns out that you prefer this. Then I will try my best in the future..."

"But you still didn't say what you should have said."

Mr. Ramizane Kalosini, who was about to hug the shepherd dog with a smile on his face, saw that the fourth Primarch, His Highness Perturabo, the Lord of the Iron Warriors, successfully used the steel-cast and iron-cast facial muscles of the fourth Primarch, His Highness, Perturabo, the Lord of the Iron Warriors, to successfully make a variety of wonderful expression changes in a second that even the Eldar clowns would admire.

"I..."

"You."

The border collie manipulated the floating flying disc and lowered his head, slowly approaching the face of the occupant of his body with a gleam in his eyes.

This time, a real bead of cold sweat began to appear on Ramizane's forehead.

"You--never told me what happened after the accident, when your soul was separated and your body was put into stasis." The dog narrowed his eyes, "Why did you return in the end, but why did you come back alone?"