Warhammer: Start with a dog

Chapter 427: The palms and backs of the hands are all flesh... and all iron (2-in-1 4K5)

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The flying fortress is now flying at a lukewarm speed towards the Sthenelus system, where the Iron Hands Chapter, or the former Tenth Legion's home planet Medusa, is located.

In other words, under the instruction of some important figures, the powerful war miracle, the Hall of the Lakuan Clan, has flown itself out of the cruise feeling of a civilian tourist ship.

So two important figures, obviously, out of a weird ostrich mentality and the atmosphere that was also beginning to become weird between each other, first spent a lot of time dealing with those "captives" who were willing to lay down their weapons and follow Fulgrim in order to divert attention.

The meticulousness of dealing with these strange, unruly, or degenerate and mutated captives one by one even made the Iron Fathers secretly hold several high-speed meetings of Si Ji.

Finally, Malkan Ferros, the wisest and most humane of them, concluded from the sensor recordings at the door of Fulgrim's cell that their father just hadn't figured out how to deal with the most important prisoner, so he wanted to deal with the troubles he brought first.

This greatly increased the percentage of Iron Fathers and Iron Captains who wanted to secretly kill the prisoner who had troubled their father and should have died long ago.

Of course, given that the mobile fortress they were now on was now very clear about the movements of the residents inside, and it was very likely that they would report to the real owner of the fortress, so they would still hold back for the time being.

But the Iron Hands were not so polite to the other prisoners - it was hard to say how much of the extra component was due to the fact that the saints of "Ferrus Manus" always spent a lot of time observing those fallen Phoenix descendants.

+The ancient spirit in my relic body was so hot when it saw those self-degrading Emperor's children that it almost melted the main relay of my arm. +

+Mine too. The ancient spirits of the ancestors cannot be appeased, and they are ready to move. +

+The electronic silicon ghosts have never been so active, and I even doubt that the density of ghosts in the Shadow Land is just like this. +

+But at least the electronic ghosts here are not enough to destroy objects or destroy the mind of a clan warrior under protection. +

+But the minds of those blasphemous traitors and mutants are not within our protection range, right. +

+Of course. Brother. +

+I thought you would refute and ask me to put them all under the barrier for the sake of the genetic father. Is this the emotion called jealousy? Maybe I should turn on all the emotion suppression modules recently. +

+My emotion modules are well controlled, thank you, brother. This is not jealousy, this is a silent resistance to the unfair treatment of my father. +

+You are really getting more and more sophisticated in speaking, brother. +

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"So, you are no longer going to kill me, right?"

Fulgrim-Ferrus Manus discussed for a long time with his close friend Chemos from another parallel world, and decided to use this name to call the young cloned phoenix.

Fulgrim is a little too intimate for both souls here, and the clone may not be very suitable in tone, Fulgrim. Just right.

As he stepped into the room, or the cell, the two of them heard the clone Fulgrim say this to them.

They have found some of Fabius's journals. Although incomplete, they can roughly connect the birth of this cloned Primarch, so he is really a gift that Fabius feels unexpected.

The silver-haired young clone now looks a little sad.

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I must say that I didn't expect the first sentence at the beginning of the meeting again to be like this. Do you have any opinion on the reply? Garuda asked his companion quietly.

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What can I say about this? Isn't this your own choice?

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... I implore you to be rational, my friend, this is my main responsibility, I know.

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I am rational, and he is indeed your responsibility, Mr. Chuchu. If I have any responsibility, it is that I hesitated because of your stopping, because...

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Because you saw those "descendants" in this universe following him, that's right.

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...The ghost of Chemos! I am sure I saw the faces of several familiar members of the Phoenix Guard who I thought had been slaughtered by those hateful aliens. Although they were completely unrecognizable, I didn't expect to see them again--

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So your momentary thought was actually somewhat similar to my weak judgment.

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Mr. Chirp, you know, I began to understand why someone wanted to shut you up by cutting off your head. Although I know you have no ill intentions, you also understand that I have no ill intentions.

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Thank you for your tolerance, old friend. (At the same time, Garuda began to carefully encrypt this conversation so that any of his descendants with great curiosity and courage could not read this record) But don't mention this matter to anyone other than you and me. Not even a joke.

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Of course I know. Every time I get to this point, I really miss the days I spent on the Iron Blood. I can't believe what would have happened if I hadn't fallen out of the webway there - haven't we contacted our furry brothers with that one yet?

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The uneven space-time distortion waves in the universe caused by the Great Rift have not completely dissipated. Our time point is indeed close, but I can't take the risk of "sending too many contact messages to people who have not yet happened and arrived."

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That's true, I understand. (Sigh) But, it's really easy there, you don't have to think too much, because things will develop steadily in the direction you want, instead of testing your tenacity, determination to suffer and perseverance to suffer again and again, damn your ability to withstand pressure. As Ramizane said, the spirit of enduring suffering is commendable, but suffering is suffering.

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... I can only say, my friend, fortunately we were ejected together. Otherwise...

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When should you really take care of your daring offspring? Medusa's bottom is no different from a time bomb now.

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I know. But there are too many things to do. The planets in the Medusa defense circle sent out distress signals representing various alien attacks... We still have to return to Medusa to meet with Kadan Stunus... How to make a smooth transition... How to avoid the backlash or attack from the Myriad God Cult during the transition... And now we have a lot of troubles on our hands. If we don't sort out and appease my descendants before returning, convince them to accept this group of people and stand up for us at the next Medusa Iron Council...

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You might as well just declare that this is your own body, you have resurrected from the dead, you have obtained a sublimated body, become the Resurrected Manus, and then forcefully seize back the power you deserve.

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I might have done this in the past, after all, that was a time when I wandered from one clan to another and defeated the strongest among them. (Garuda seemed to smile) But I can't do this. Their pursuit of mechanical replacement of flesh and blood has reached a very dangerous point. Although Malkan and Cardan have realized this, the influence of ten thousand years and so many veterans who have stayed behind are not so easy to reverse. My descendants have gone through several dangerous divisions... A large part of it was caused by my death. It is my responsibility to reunite them, my friend.

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(Sigh) Those, all of them, are not actually your fault.

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I know.

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So whether to choose to avenge the young... Fulgrim in front of us depends mainly on you.

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You don't plan to participate?

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I don't plan to participate too much in this trial of the past. Gorgon. It is difficult for a person to really examine or evaluate himself fairly, especially since his and its subsequent life trajectories are completely different. But I will help you keep an eye on him if there is anything wrong...

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Thank you. ...Old friend.

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"If you don't plan to kill me." At the moment when the Fearless Phoenix and Garuda Iron Hand exchanged countless opinions in the thought circuit, the cloned phoenix stood up and walked over.

As he walked through the small room, the natural "radiance" that seemed to surround him made the whole room seem brighter.

It was as if he had arrived on a more advanced and orderly ship, and just being in such an environment made the young Phoenician's mysterious power vaguely nourished.

The Fearless Phoenix noticed the details in the cell with Ferrus's silver eyes.

Although there was nothing here except a huge iron block fixed to the floor as a bed and the pillows and quilts that the Fearless Phoenix brought extra, many seams had subtle traces of research, and some places also had shallow dents from knocking. It was obvious that Clone Fulgrim had studied this place as much as he could.

"But you are not going to let me go, are you?"

Ferrus was still silent, but Fulgrim Ishtar was a little bit fed up.

He sent a stream of urging data to Garuda, who shifted his feet uneasily, like a real golden eagle or similar bird.

"Is this your bird? It's so beautiful... It's perfect, and so are you."

This word made the back of the Silver Giant's neck almost explode like a living person. His silver eyes retracted his gaze, attracted by the words of the person in front of him and stared at him sternly.

"What did you say?"

"I said you are beautiful." There was only pure joy in the lavender eyes being stared at, and there was also a trace of sadness - as long as he thought that the sadness came from him calling Fabius Bayer "teacher" all the time, Fearless Phoenix felt that it was still too easy to let the hateful traitor die this time.

"You are like a work of nature. I mean, although you and him are man-made, you look like they were born. This is so beautiful, you don't need... repair."

"Repair?" Fearless Phoenix blinked, and Garuda stared at the young man thoughtfully.

"I don't know if you can understand... but you should understand me, Ferrus. Brother, can I call you brother?"

"Oh, it's better not to before getting my approval." Fulgrim Ishtar replied coldly with Ferrus's metal voice.

"Now, continue your topic, let me hear your understanding of yourself and what you have experienced, and then I will decide whether you live or die or whether my opinion of you will be updated."

The cloned Primarch blinked in pain, stepped back slightly, but finally nodded and continued his narration - it was obvious that his educator this time was the type of controller who liked to teach children to be very obedient and well-behaved.

"I think... I was born to repair, this may be an instinct. My purpose, the purpose of our creation is to make everything better. I want to repair everything, from a small machine to a big star and the universe. I want to repair all people, my descendants, the empire, humans, the galaxy. We failed... we failed before."

He frowned, but then relaxed, "But it doesn't matter, failure, yes, I can repair. I think I can repair anything as I wish, I think I should go find my brothers, no matter where they are, I want them to heal, and then we will repair the galaxy together and get everything back on track."

The young Phoenix's lavender eyes began to become distant and trance, his expression became hesitant, his fists clenched, and the pungent smell of the Primarch's blood filled the cell.

"But there is one thing I am not sure of. I am not sure if I can fix it." He walked slowly towards the silver Ferrus Manus, the tenth Primarch, the father of the Iron Hands, the brother of the Phoenicians, or at least his shell.

"There is only this... I don't know if I can fix the... relationship between you and us. Ferrus, I'm sorry. I don't know. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm not strong enough." His voice was so soft, so gentle, as if the metal Ferrus Manus in front of him was a water mirror phantom that would break at the slightest touch.

The cloned Fulgrim's voice sounded so young and so sad.

It was like a shadow of Fulgrim when they first met under the mountains of Terra ten thousand years ago, a thin shadow that was suffocated by the sins committed by his original body.

Innocent, childish, young shadow who did not understand the true meaning of the world's malice and betrayal. He did have a fresh soul, but this soul was so, so thin, like a fluttering butterfly wing, which could die and break in the dark storm at any time.

At this moment, Fulgrim Ishtar suddenly had an idea.

——This Fulgrim is indeed just a child. A piece of beautifully printed white paper, every stroke is a record of the predecessors, and he has not yet written a stroke on it with his own handwriting.

He only "remembers" everything that happened to the original body, and uses the common sense judgment of a child to judge the right and wrong, but cannot really understand the meaning, and can't really learn the lesson at all - and the so-called education given to him by Fabius before is also full of chaos - unless -

The current of thought passed through his precise thinking circuit from the Golden Garuda at a high speed, and he knew that Ferrus Manus also understood this.

OK. Okay.

He can help him pass on messages sometimes, but he is not Garuda Ferrus's housekeeper! And obviously here, their father's vision when creating the original body is also different, so he should not easily intervene in this matter.

Therefore, Mr. Ferrus Manus will have to deal with the issues and problems of his offspring and how to face his offspring, whether he is now a mechanical bird or not.

The people of Medusa have their own tribal culture, ancient heritage and warrior pride. They are not really the Phoenix offspring of Fulgrim Ishtar, and certainly do not need a Chemos Phoenix to come and interfere in how Iron Ten educates his children.

No matter how close, if the other party does not ask for it but just feels that they have the right to interfere in other people's internal affairs, it will only make the situation worse and expose their own shortcomings.

It seems that the next development of this matter depends on how Ferrus Manus decides.

After all, the current situation on both sides has obviously begun to rush towards the most troublesome development in family life.

The palm and the back of the hand are all flesh... iron, right? Mr. Iron Hand?