Warhammer: Start with a dog

Due to the absence of Alharin, now Magna - but it is not him, the person standing in the position of the squire in the private office of Lamizane and Perturabo is Magna Dorn himself who likes it very much. A customized version of the mech. His appearance is the Mark 12 Astartes power armor currently commonly installed on ships. This power armor looks more or less like the Mark 4 with higher proportions. The mech's power backpack It's a little bigger than the normal model, but it's not incomprehensible considering he has extra teleportation and anti-gravity devices.

——Lami Zane originally thought that he would not be as considerate and flexible as Aharin to the needs of his two fathers, but being able to carry out unlimited individual teleportation within the ship can greatly make up for other problems.

For example, even when the fight is at its most difficult in the cafeteria, the soldier named "Whiterace" can flash into the scene, knock down anyone who stands in his way, take away his lunch, and then return immediately. When you go to the office, you even know to bring an anti-shake gyro tray beforehand so that you don’t spill a little steaming soup on the move.

No wonder little Magna likes him so much. He is indeed better than ordinary mechas.

But it's a pity that he can't deal with this determined guest in front of me for me.

"Excuse me, are you free after the Reca coffee time? Dear Your Highness Carosini, I arrived five minutes early. I hope I won't disturb your wonderful time."

Oh, my God, who can refuse a request for an audience from a truly upright old gentleman like Rilano, even though it's probably not going to do anything good - Lamizane groaned in his heart and picked up the communication rosary. Perturabo had already put it in His desk was moved to the suite next to the door, so that his calculation work would not be interrupted by the recent frequent requests for interviews.

Ever since Perturabo confirmed to him that Konrad Curze had taken on a new body (although they still couldn't figure out how Sarrokin's body contained Curze's ghost) and remained where they were. After going to the time and space point and explaining the rationale to him, some important members of the ship seemed to remember one by one the doubts they should have remembered, or that it was not so easy to fool them——

Now walking in the corridor is not as easy as before. He always feels that many new members sometimes look at the surroundings and him, the original body, in a strange way. Fortunately, for some reason, the priest brothers can solve most of them in advance. The situation does not require him to talk to each other one by one, but there are always a few people with strong will, clear mind, courage and age who must be explained by him personally——

Like the ancient sage who is now locking his leg joints to "sit" at his desk, Rilanor is one of them.

"I'll get straight to the point, Your Excellency."

The ancient sage has a very good voice. Different from the kind of voice suitable for chanting hymns, it sounds magnetic and sweet even when it is emitted through a pronunciator. One can imagine that this ancient sage was not sealed in the sarcophagus. How popular it would be among the ladies of the royal court.

"Speak, Elder Rilanor."

"What do you think of His Majesty the Emperor, the Lord of Mankind, the Ruler of the Imperium, and the Emperor we serve?"

The first question is the issue of explosive death. As expected of you, ancient sage.

Lamizane gave a stiff smile. "this……"

"You don't have to worry," Rilano spread out his arms very humanely, with only the simplest mechanical hands on them to maintain the balance of fearless walking. "I have removed all my weapons in advance, because I cannot guarantee my emotions, but I think removing them will help you to say something less vain and perfunctory to me."

He came completely prepared and couldn't be fooled at all.

"Okay," Lamizane sighed, "I admit that I might have had some illusions about him at first, but now I feel... the emperor is indeed not a god."

The Wuwei opposite was obviously a little surprised by this answer, "Can you elaborate further? With such a vague answer, I can't understand your true attitude."

"Because he can lie, make mistakes, steal, acquiesce in crimes happening in front of him because of profit, has likes and dislikes, and cannot create things out of thin air. He is better at plundering, dominating and destroying." Ice blue eyes changed from black to black. He stared at the green eyepiece of the ancient sage under his eyebrows, "Is this what God is like? If God is like this, then the fundamental difference between God and humans is actually only the strength of the individual. If he is strong enough, he will be recognized as New God, the weak are told out of despair that if they worship the strong as God, they can gain a weak hope, then is this strong really God? In my opinion, this creates a desperate enough environment. The act of bringing about miracles through the prayers of such intense emotion in despair..."

The words that were blasphemous enough to be ordered to be exterminated by the Heretic Tribunal echoed under the bright dome painted with blue sky and white clouds, "...the difference between it and chaos is that one is excrement that tastes like chocolate, and the other is chocolate that tastes like excrement, right?"

Elder Rilanor, who choked for half a second because the metaphor was still too vulgar, clenched his mechanical fists. The fragile structure creaked under the drive of Fearless's powerful servo joints, making it appear very fragile and fragile. "Even so, I have seen with my own eyes the time when Your Majesty walked on earth. It was a beautiful era! During the Great Expedition, His Majesty's power, Your Majesty's dream, and the future of mankind..."

"Hmm, if it weren't for the bright future of mankind and the promise of eternal peace after the war, do you think people like Rogal Dorn would be the first to get violent and beat him up? You know he did it to his own son What? Elder Rilanor? Many people worship him, worship him, and bow to him... How many pure believers are there? Dear ancient sage, please tell me if worshiping the emperor does not bring anything. Asylum cannot improve the people's situation, nor can it bring them bread for tomorrow, so why do they worship him?"

"In order to protect the fragile souls of mortals." The ancient sage regained his composure a little and replied, "I have done some research among the new warriors. Chaos is rampant in the empire today, and as everyone knows , if the soul cannot return to the Golden Throne, then the soul will easily fall into the hands of the enemy of Chaos - the fate of the man who was our father and the traitors who followed him is the best way to corrupt his soul. It will become a negative example of how despicable and humble it can be.”

"Oh, that's right." The man with the face of the fourth son of the emperor laughed, propped up his elbows on the table and crossed his fingers, "Then can any of them tell you clearly what happened after the soul returned to the Golden Throne? What will happen to the souls of humans and Astartes?"