Warhammer: Start with a dog

Obviously, the ancient sage Rilanor is a true warrior, and he will not be swayed so easily. Even in the face of an existence like Lamizane, the ancient sage insists on what he wants like a pillar in the river. Determination to find the truth.

"Although no one here can tell me the truth about souls," Elder Rilanor replied, "but some information I obtained from the former Imperial Fists and Black Templars shows that the state religion and the god...the emperor's existence is It is truly and reliably able to resist the influence of Chaos, especially when His Majesty the Emperor appears. Isn't this enough?"

"To be able to hear the words "God Emperor Appears" from the mouth of an ancient warrior like you, I think a certain Primarch and the Chaos he admires will sigh! Well, indeed, from this point of view alone, a person's actions are always A person who calls himself the spokesperson and guide of the human race and has been the master of the human empire for many years can fight against chaos as long as his belief in him is strong, so it is really logical to think that he is the protector of mankind - let alone mention it. Isn’t there something fishy about trying to squeeze the health and spirit of the living while caring so much about the fate of those poor souls after death, Elder Rilano?”

"what do you mean?"

Lamizane raised his eyebrows and did not answer the question directly, but first talked about a legend.

"Elder Rilano, do you know a legend from Ancient Terra tens of thousands of years ago?"

"I am all ears, my lord."

"Before humans just started to enter Luna's era, only the inhabitants of hell would care about fighting for the ownership of souls, because they could use souls as food and common currency there."

"..."

"Don't worry, what I mean here is not that... the emperor and the residents of hell are in the same group."

"But you obviously also think that they 'may' be neighbors, right?" Wuwei's locked joint servo made a slight friction sound. Obviously, the ancient sage in the sarcophagus where he never rested was not as hard as his ceramic steel and spirit. Gold looks so calm on the surface.

"Human souls, one of the most mysterious things and cornerstones in this conceptual universe, are obviously very useful to Chaos. The obvious insurance method is not to collect them and put them at risk of being stolen, but to let the dead They enjoy the eternal peaceful death of annihilation. So why not do this? You have to know that in the galaxy we live in, if the emperor can really achieve the eternal peaceful death of annihilation, even the aliens will come to him. Why doesn't he do this? Is it impossible or...does he want to use them for other purposes? How does the sentence "Life is the emperor's currency, use it wisely" sound at this moment? "

"Allow me to ask you a question before you continue, Your Highness." There was a trace of imperceptible nervousness in the ancient sage's voice.

"Ask, sage."

"Although our original legion has indeed become a dishonorable rebel and a despicable person who surrendered to self-destruction, in fact, the situation you and your heirs are in now after ten thousand years is not the so-called 'loyalist'. Right. Lord Angron’s identity seems a bit embarrassing.”

"...Oh." Two consecutive critical hits, Rilano.

"It seems so." Rilano's voice was a little sad, "But you don't need to worry yet, although I am indeed not the kind of person who will be distracted by vague and ambiguous rhetoric and documents."

He paused again, "From what I observed, there should be some of your abilities. We once called it witchcraft, but now we call it psychic influence. Since I arrived on this beautiful flagship I have gotten to know many people since I came here, and I can tell from conversations and observations that they were all loyal and resolute warriors of His Majesty, but now they are naturally sitting in the cafeteria eating side by side with the accomplices they call the enemy! This is not something that can be easily explained by just listening to some regent's explanations and pastor's sermons. So since I'm here today and I've unloaded my weapons and locked my joints, I think I'm at least doing a good job. I have made some preparations to face the truth. Maybe I am crazy, and my loyalty to His Majesty is also affected in some way, because I still want to find you and listen to your words first."

"Ah, well, I'm glad you came to me first to hear my side of the story."

"Everything Istvan Mikami has experienced and the last miracle do make me want to believe part of what you said," Rilano replied, "but since we got here, except for you raising us like pigs, We actually did nothing. Since the Third Legion became traitors, I couldn't even contact any loyal Space Marine Legion..."

"It's all a warband now, Sage."

"...Okay, Chapter. It's even impossible for me to personally find several members of the Chapter to verify one by one the true proportion of everything I was told and what I learned. In addition, the Codex Astartes Combined Judging from the historical data provided to me around that time, it’s really... um..."

"I understand what you mean. But since we are at the northwest corner of the Milky Way, there is no need to discuss the one who is sleeping in the east."

"Then you think the empire is hopeless, right?" Well, three consecutive strikes, as expected of you.

"No, I don't think so. Although it is leaking and dilapidated, as long as someone can pick it up from scratch, I think this galaxy can still be saved."

"I'm glad to hear you say that. But what is your confidence?" The elder's eyes seemed to have passed through his artificial amniotic fluid, sarcophagus and fearless thick armor plates, staring at the original body in front of him. , "Although we survived, you and His Highness Angron saved us, but what is the real price we paid? What is what we lost? We are warriors! Your Highness! Warriors like us must have A goal to fight for! Without it we are nothing! You have trapped us here, delicious and comfortable, but deprived us of any revenge and the confirmation with our own eyes that what we fought for in the past is not. The possibility of a fantasy!”

When he finished saying this, it was obvious that the Director of the Royal Court was ready to be shot immediately. His mechanical servo made a jammed roar, but he forced himself not to take a step back, and still stayed with the man who was in the Great Expedition. The era was also at the desk of the Primarch, who was famous for his cruelty to his offspring. He had no doubt that there were at least twenty things in this place that could instantly reduce him to atoms pointing at the vital points of his body.

"I see... I am afraid that the glory of the proud Astartes, who are the descendants of the Primarch, will fall into the dark zone and be dimmed. Although the ancient warriors are lucky enough to survive, they may gradually disappear..."

Ramizane Carosini smiled again, "Then you have come to the right place, Elder Rilanor. Although you are no longer the Emperor's Children, War Dogs, Death Guards or Luna Wolves, you are not You will become a gray and dissipating shadow in the gap between light and shadow, and you will have a new goal, and you will complete the mission I gave you."

"We do desire and hope for a new goal, Your Highness." Rilano's voice was firm, "But it cannot be harmful to Your Majesty."

"How about you listen to me tell some interesting stories first, and then listen to the small goals I provide? I haven't told anyone about these little secrets deep in my heart for a long, long time."

The ancient sage, who had no idea what kind of demonic whispers he would hear next, just nodded.