Warhammer: Start with a dog

Chapter 506 Reverse the Tiangang...? But you are not alone

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"I remember..."

"I remember the battle in the Thessara void."

The Primarch's voice seemed to have traveled through distant time, like a piece of light dust falling on the floating island in the universe.

"I still remember the star rings torn apart by the weapons of war between us, between brothers, and between humans. Countless precious warships were hit casually, silently turning the souls on them into flashes of cosmic dust."

In the following time, Robert Guilliman whispered to them in his clear and pleasant voice those stories he remembered.

The locked fight between the Grip of Power and the Pride of the Emperor.

The trap set by Fulgrim for him.

The trusting and loyal faces of the best warriors of the First and Second Companies of the Ultramarines.

Andros's advice and his untimely arrogance and lucky judgment.

Visions aboard the Pride of the Emperor more foul and unholy than any dark and bloody vision he had ever seen concocted by the servants of Chaos.

The desecration of the Phoenix Gate and his choice to enter the halls of Heliopolis alone to face his corrupted brother.

And the shock, disgust and sorrow he witnessed at what had happened to his brother.

Perhaps there was no one here to hear him, or perhaps he thought this was just a vivid dream, the Primarch whispering, taking the listener back to the battle many years ago.

Fulgrim's invitation to betray him and his firm refusal.

And his insistence on staying and confronting Fulgrim.

He summoned his spawn waiting outside the gate, and Fulgrim mockingly summoned his mutant children.

And the realization that his own anger would lead to his own failure.

Fulgrim's rage at the wound he had inflicted and the numbing sweetness of corruption on the Lord of Slaanesh.

And how the venom of Fulgrim's blade had worked through the wound inflicted by Kor Phaeron's dagger.

At this point, Guilliman subconsciously touched his throat. The skin on the wound that had never been truly healed was smooth and flat. I wonder if the medical skills here have developed to this point, or if the pharmacist who called himself Honso was particularly skilled, or if... it was just because this was a dream, so unreasonable things would become reasonable?

The thirteenth Primarch looked at Honso, who always had a business face, and found that he was also looking at him with a professional's concern.

The other two, especially Grendel, listened fascinatedly, and admired the Primarch's story with joy and sorrow. At the same time, he swore in a low voice that he would kill Fulgrim with his own hands.

Guilliman paused, and then talked about the deaths of his descendants who had witnessed him in order to save his life for a few seconds.

He felt the burning spread of the poison in his blood, admitted his mistake in judgment, and mourned for his dead descendants.

Hill - that was his second captain, one of his favorite descendants - screamed in panic.

The sons took off their helmets and crowded in front of him, revealing their grief-stricken faces.

His armor was roughly torn off, the pharmacist's last effort.

And... what came next...

And...?

The three listeners saw that the Thirteenth Primarch stopped talking, his brows were tightly twisted into a ball, as if Guilliman was using all his willpower to remember something he should remember.

"My Lord?" Grendel asked worriedly, "Maybe you will feel a little uncomfortable after waking up, why not rest for a while before..."

"No..." Guilliman closed his eyes and held his forehead, "I called my father..."

The traitors and turncoats exchanged nervous glances.

"Father... yes... then... then... Uthermar... Atla...? Dorne...?"

The names whispered softly by Robert Guilliman were nothing special to Grendel, but Dorne would make the Iron Warrior frown.

But for the other two, the name was like a bolt from the blue.

When Hong Suo, who was frantically calculating in panic to find a way out, heard this name, a warm current of emotion surged from the bottom of his heart: Father, praise you! The supreme power of the galaxy! The most merciful father, the greatest Lord of Steel, your blessing is still protecting your favorite offspring today!

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Hong Suo raised his booted foot and stepped forward in the eyes of the three people in the room.

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Although there was a glimmer of hope, he only had this moment to integrate his thoughts. The thirteenth Primarch lowered his eyes, and perhaps he would look up and question him in the next second.

But Hong Suo took a deep breath, and before half of this moment had passed, he had already made a calculation involving three hundred steps in his mind, and even had time to self-examine:

First, the first mistake. He took it for granted that since he could be knocked down by Fulgrim's poison, he would definitely be calmed by drugs, but he didn't expect the physique of the Primarch to be so outrageous.

In addition to completing the treatment as much as possible according to the instructions and injecting the bottle of medicine he brought from the Iron Blood, he actually injected Robert Guilliman with the strongest sedative he could find - and used a dose that would make the Ultramarines or any loyal 40K pharmacist scream in death when they saw it.

But Robert Guilliman still woke up so simply, without showing any signs of being anesthetized. Perhaps Honso underestimated both the physique of the Primarch and the strength of the poison that could kill him. The consequences of these two conceited miscalculations were fatal, so he took note of them first.

Secondly, although it was right to avoid more trouble at night, he should not have performed emergency surgery on the Indomitable.

- Imagine if Guilliman was rescued on a deserted asteroid, at the very least, as long as he could be teleported away in time and the Primarch was left alone on the ground, it was not certain that he could grow wings and fly into the sky, or suddenly learn psychic teleportation, or rub a spaceship out of a pile of stones to chase him? Just leaving him alone on the desolate surface would be enough to trap him for a long time.

This Primarch, who was not famous for his psychic performance, was not a super psychic mentor that Honso knew - even if that super psychic did not have the hobby of flying in the universe in the flesh, he would have to find some gates or formations to cross the sea of ​​stars!

Now, if the Thirteenth Primarch didn't believe his coaxing in the end... Honsou was not very sure whether the rest of his men, especially the mortals, could stand up to the Primarch's charm.

Although theoretically even the Primarch couldn't drive such a large star fortress alone, if he just wanted to send a distress signal...

Finally, this was the problem of the Inflexible itself!

Honsou had the bad luck to chain Hestia of the Fifth Company of the Ultramarines as wetware to the main contemplator array of the star fortress as half a control machine soul in order to make the surprise attack successful. There is no doubt that as long as Guilliman discovered this and could wake up Hestia, then this loyal technical sergeant would definitely do his best to bring his gene father back.

In addition, the demon engine M'ka that was working hard in the core of the engine room... Who would believe it now that he said that this guy was not put in by him but by Calgar? !

...The only good news is that he dismissed most of the fleet members who looked bad in advance in order to break into Macragge as quickly as possible, and let Atasiya take them back to the Maelstrom first.

——But now it's different! Robert Guilliman just said the word Utherma'atla! In other words, Ma'atla's joke before was true, "Julius's psychic strength and purity are really great. I'm afraid even a guy like Guilliman who can't understand psychic skills can be pulled over in the sea of ​​souls to possess him."

——Praise you! Praise my father! Praise you with all my heart! Great Lord! King of the Stars! God of black and white!

Then we can do this and that...

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Thinking quickly, Honso immediately decided that as long as Guilliman was suspicious in the conversation he was going to say to the Primarch, he would threaten him with the lives of Hestia and others - the power armor protection given to him by his father could not be broken instantly! Because Guilliman's attack power was stamped by Maatra and the others as "not particularly outstanding among the Primarchs", he thought.

Moreover, Robert Guilliman was still unarmed at the moment, so in this case... before the shield was broken, plus there were dozens of life-support tanks, no matter how powerful Guilliman was, it was impossible to save all his offspring in an instant! As long as he still cared about the lives of his offspring as he just missed, then it should be no problem for Hong Suo to finish his threats and save his own life.

Very good, very good, so now there are measures to save lives, Hong Suo, you are great, this is half the success! Think about something else, think about something else, calm down, you can do it, think carefully about the books and materials your little apprentice brought back and the gossip that other masters talked about during tea, what can be used!

Yes, yes, this!

All the above thinking was completed in a moment shorter than a breath.

His feet landed on the ground, and his eyes met Guilliman's confused and inquiring eyes.

Hongsuo spoke.

"I think you have also discovered that this is not the time and space you are in..."

The Thirteenth Primarch's face showed a mixture of relief and complicated expressions such as "as expected", "somewhat regretful", and "what else this time".

"Then tell me, Honso. Tell me all this. First, what time is it now, and which side are you on? - Loyal to my father, loyal to the Empire, or from my brother who has fallen into the hands of the devil? But I heard you call yourself Perturabo's personal pharmacist, I am afraid that things are not as I knew before I fell asleep?"

"That's right. Let me sort out my thoughts and report to you."

Guilliman nodded, and Honso immediately ordered Grendel to guard the door outside, while returning to his position to operate the star fortress, and Vannus was responsible for finding some weapons for self-defense and other useful clothes for the Primarch - such meticulousness fell into the eyes of the Thirteenth Primarch, and he nodded secretly.

It seems that Honso's statement that he was one of the Primarch's personal attendants was not nonsense, and few Astartes would think of these considerate behaviors so naturally.

And Honso apologized to him for a moment, and his ten fingers flew on several input devices, as if he was hurriedly entering data and making corrections.

After a moment.

Vannas brought a gorgeous new cloak and a matching jeweled leather belt. They should have been purchased by a planetary governor, but because the ceremonial tail of the cloak was too large and too long, it just fit on the shoulders of the Primarch as a simple yet gorgeous outer robe. The Raven Guard also brought a power sword used by the Space Marines, which was just like a self-defense dagger in the hands of the Primarch.

Guilliman nodded, thanked the warrior whose ancestry could not be determined for the time being but might be the descendant of Clarks, hung the dagger on his belt, and continued to talk with Honsou.

"So what you mean is that since I was seriously injured and could not be awakened by ordinary means, you, my fourth brother, Perturabo, together with the kind soul fragment of Magnus, invented a way to activate my consciousness in the 'dream' of different overlapping points of time and space as an entity formed by the receiver's consciousness, so that I can communicate?"

"That's right, my lord." The master of the potion was neither humble nor arrogant, and was very serious. "But because this technology comes from the subtle and precise soul and witchcraft skills, it is very difficult to control. Therefore, we cannot be sure in which specific time and space you appear, and the current time... is also difficult to determine. We can only roughly know that you may have been stagnant in the stand... about nine thousand years." He added, "As we speak, your body is still in the same place, but you can now control your body according to our ideas here, which is also a good treatment for activating the brain."

The thirteenth Primarch nodded when he heard it. Putting aside the witchcraft mentioned above, the treatment method of keeping the brain active still sounds very logical.

"Witchcraft... Oh, I still remember Nikaea. Did my father and the Empire later openly allow the use and even development of witchcraft? It seems that the world now has become very different from what I know. Why can't you determine the time? Can you still travel in the starry sea and promote mortal children to be our descendants, but can't determine such simple and basic things as the year, month and day you are in?"

"Oh." A shadow of sadness appropriately covered Hongsuo's eyebrows, causing Guilliman to frown slightly, "You... maybe you would like to see the picture of various parts of the empire that I have roughly drawn for you in my data board?"

"Let me see." With an extremely ominous premonition, the thirteenth gene primarch who had just entered this new so-called "time and space overlap dream" from nine thousand years ago stretched out his hand to him.

"I beg you." The master of medicine who handed the data board to the primarch said in a heavy and cautious tone, "I beg you not to break or crush it before you finish reading it."

Soon, Robert Guilliman understood what Hongsuo meant.

Guilliman was shocked and even astonished by the terrible state of the Empire and the miserable living conditions of the people.

He originally thought that since Hongsuo and his companions could still treat him here, and brought him the news that his two brothers were still trying to treat him, combined with his previous experience in the dream, perhaps the situation would slowly get better later.

But what is this?

He could not find an honest record of the great rebellion of that year or even his last battle.

All the truths were buried in the depths of time and incomprehensible rhetoric. Hongsuo was right. How could any true and reliable conclusions be drawn from such a variety of opinions, accusing each other of heresy and adding contradictory records that were beneficial to themselves?

Darkness, chaos, slavery, endless battles, different enemies, a life of despair every day, fanaticism, religion, the God-Emperor... He almost laughed out of anger, what is this? ! The Primarch's round fingernails scratched the data board, and it was the Master of Potion who reminded him to hold back and continue reading.

... Such disgusting works as Cherubim and Servo Skulls are actually regarded as holy and glorious! They are openly used in superstitious worship ceremonies!

... Superstition! It's all superstition! His father can no longer speak, and the truth of the empire has long been unknown. Only his fourth brother has regained some of his brother's fragments and his own control from Chaos after receiving the revelation. Now, the people gathered by Perturabo who still remember the original ideal are now fleeing from the pursuit of the empire... It's really the opposite of the heaven!

Robert Guilliman was dizzy, and he only saw an incomparable huge rotten body, which was not dead, but was inevitably sliding towards death.

Like the sunset in the west.

"..."

"What did you say, my lord?"

"I said, it's great." The thirteenth Primarch turned to Honso, who was looking at him intently and concernedly, from the bottom of his heart, "In this dark and desperate era, I still have my brother, your father. Even if he is Perturabo... I am not alone, it's great."