Warhammer: Start with a dog

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Hearing these words, the Lord of the Ultramarines, who had woken up in the "Fragment of Time and Space Dreams" and had always felt energetic and surprisingly relaxed, finally felt a helpless and even wanting to laugh feeling sweeping over him for the first time.

They are now "heretics" because they do not believe that his father is God!

Only those who believe that the Emperor is a god are righteous.

He, Robert Guilliman, has now not only become a "heretical rebel" like his brothers, but he also has so many descendants who are waiting for him to set things right one by one and pull him out of the quagmire he is involuntarily trapped in...

And enemies other than humans will never forgive you for this.

The war has not stopped as they expected ten thousand years ago. The war will never stop and will only escalate.

In addition to the Orks, Eldar, Chaos Daemons, and all kinds of evil within the Empire who are trying to empty it or master it, they also have enemies like Necron, Tyranids, and Tau... what the hell are these? ! Where did it come out of thin air! Is this Milky Way so delicious? ! ——What is sweet pastry? strangeness. The Primarch blinked, the substance in his blood immediately making sense of its meaning. It's quite suitable to use here.

It is a sad and cruel irony that in ten thousand years the greatest attack on the human kingdom they were trying to build came not from their enemies but from their own civil wars.

In Honso's words, it was mentioned that the Adeptus Astartes now actually has enemies both inside and outside the Empire, and its descendants sometimes even become the weakness of some Primarchs when they are kidnapped.

We, and our descendants, were...created to help humanity live a better life in this galaxy, but now, according to what the descendants of Perturabo told him, "the situation will only be worse than the Hestian brothers know." "More than a hundred times worse." Judging from what he saw, human beings... were not living a better life.

There are even many people who live...

Although he didn't want to believe it, Honso took out the medical data that was said to be collected for him by his quiet but actually quite solid brother from Perturabo. "These are just a drop in the ocean", he looked at Guilliman said with an increasingly gloomy look, "The Crusade into the Abyss is just one of the larger ones and... one in which our cousins, with us as witnesses, returned and successfully avenged themselves and others."

The Lord of the Ultramarines did not miss the hidden skill in the Potion Master's words.

One of them was successful.

Too many sacrifices.

Too many unnecessary sacrifices.

The gap between the Astartes and mortal humans was growing unknowingly, and the Primarchs and their father were no longer considered human.

How could things have become like this now? A faint bitterness filled his mouth.

——Perhaps the shining glory of countless elites during the Great Crusade was just a flash in the pan. When everyone thought it was just the starting point of the journey to a glorious era, little did they know that it was actually the peak of flowers blooming and fire cooking oil.

Thinking of this, Robert Guilliman finally sighed, and for the first time after waking up, his face showed a deep sense of powerless exhaustion, "Hell, thank you for reminding me, Honso. I I think we are similar to the Broken Legion in the past. I am not unfamiliar with this situation, and you don’t need to be restrained. So where is your mission going? "

The Potion Master seemed to hesitate for a moment. Although it was short, he was still captured by the Thirteenth Gene Primarch, and he remained calm.

"We...we originally planned to go to the Maelstrom, sir." The Potion Master replied, "But if you want to see my father, your brother, the Lord of Steel first, we can also find a way to send you there first. ”

Guilliman's blue eyes stared into the Potion Master's blue eyes.

Baby blue and steel's light blue eyes met for a moment.

"Although this was a dream," Guilliman said slowly, "I still don't like what you did, Apothecary. You lied to me."

There was a coldness behind the Raven Guard, and he hesitated on the verge of pressing the lightning claw switch; Grendel looked embarrassed, but secretly reached for his beloved melta pistol.

"There is no need for this - and, you said you saved my heirs, but really as you said, are you going to save them back to your safe territory, or are you going to use them as your vote to help you? Is the mission successfully carried out?”

Three gasping voices sounded in the room at the same time.

Guilliman looked stern, but there was a hint of helplessness in his eyes that was not easily noticeable.

"So if I hadn't fallen here and been awakened by you, you originally planned to rescue these unfortunate heirs of mine, and then use them along with this Ramirez-class star fort as your trophies or proof of ability. Is it right?"

Honsou couldn't help but raised his hand in a very rude way, and subconsciously wiped the sweat on his forehead. The subtle smell of tension, regret, and relief emanating from his sweat made the Thirteenth Primarch even more sure of himself. speculation.

"Yes." The descendant of Perturabo finally admitted, showing a cold and ruthless look in front of the Primarch that he had never seen before. It was the face of only the most decisive and ruthless commanders and warriors. The expression that appears.

Guilliman was even a little curious about what the master pharmacist had done before. Perhaps he became a pharmacist out of desperation? Or maybe because being a pharmacist is more beneficial to the tasks he performs?

The next exchange confirmed his suspicion.

Honsou told him that the three of them were trying to win the trust of the leader of the Red Pirates warband currently occupying the Maelstrom, a traitor Space Marine named Luft Huron, so they brought themselves to win the war from other places. The temporary fleet set off to the empire's territory to steal this experimental star fort and the members of the fifth company in it, and in the end, in order to ensure the... safety and purity of the fifth company's cogitator array (Guilliman deeply glanced at him), and chose to drive it back to the Maelstrom alone.

Their bold plan succeeded almost perfectly, and just as they jumped out of the warp, Guilliman appeared here, dying in front of them, his neck dripping with blood, the poison scorching his veins, the Primarch He was sighing his last breath before his death to them.

If Honso and Vannas were members of the Empire or Chaos, they might choose to put him into a stasis position and continue to freeze, or they might just watch him die so that samples could be taken from his body. , did something even more treacherous - here, Guilliman was once again shocked by the hints in Honso's words, and he realized that the Master of Pharmacy knew similar examples. Perhaps this kind of reversal of order was the beginning of the end of the era. feature--

"So. To summarize." They are now sitting in the central cathedral that was originally used as a command center. The small cup is like a toy in the broad palm of the original body. Vanus found some clean ones from somewhere. He poured cups, Rekka coffee foam and hot water for everyone. Guilliman did not say it clearly, but he was still grateful for it.

"You were originally going to perform an undercover mission in the Maelstrom, because the ruler there, the Pirate King Luft Huron, is in very poor health and has a strong need for outstanding pharmacists. Therefore, the identity you chose for yourself is that of a traitor. A skilled warrior and a skilled pharmacist. The easiest way to win his trust in a short period of time and make your name in the maelstrom is to steal this experimental star fortress that my descendants are linked to. The first is to tell Huron that they can be used as materials to repair Luft Huron's body, and that you have the wisdom to capture a star fort; but in fact, the deeper purpose is to obtain a legitimate and relatively independent stable base there. With more say, see if you can use the Red Pirates’ base as a cover to secretly establish your transit intelligence station and support base there?”

"That's right. Although there is a lot of content, you summarized it well." Honso nodded. Vannas and Grendel were silent at this time. They silently lowered their heads and drank the Reca coffee in their hands, trying to lower themselves. The sense of existence here - because the primarch did not tell them to go out, they could only stay here, listening in despair to their companion blowing this lie bigger and more outrageous out of thin air!

Damn it, Honso! May the gods curse his tongue! Once the Thirteenth Primarch discovered that they were actually lying to him... Grendel could still do something to pretend to be calm, such as walking to the command platform to deal with the operation of the star fort. Vanus had no choice but to stand up and admire the window. The scenery of the asteroid belt and patrolled back and forth indoors.

"However." The Potion Master added respectfully, "Since you are here, our mission plan will be readjusted. Naturally, we still have to prioritize your safety and find a way to send you to find..."

"No," said Guilliman.

The air suddenly froze. ——Hong Suogang's light blue eyes were blinking and secretly evaluating himself. Guilliman suddenly realized that, unlike the other two warriors (especially Grendel) who were still reserved in front of the primarch, Perturabo's descendant lacked the kind of respect for the primarch itself that others should have. Awe, he's very bold - so bold... almost a little like Hill.

He laughed, "There is no need to change your mission plan specifically for me. Honso, because I want to go to the Maelstrom with you."

This time, Guilliman finally found a crack in the face of the warrior who had always kept his emotions behind a mask.

Hong Suo's Adam's apple rolled up and down several times, and the Iron Warrior subconsciously swallowed before finding his words of advice.

"But! Your Highness (he even changed his name in a panic, Guilliman thought with some mischievousness, it seems that it really scared him)! You can't come with us, it's too dangerous!"

"What's the danger? What's the danger?" the Lord of Ultramar asked curiously, "Since you have served my brother, it is impossible not to know what kind of power a primarch means to the Astartes or others. Right? Wouldn’t it be nice to have my help?”

"It would be gratifying to have the help of the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar and the Thirteenth Legion, but you don't even have a dagger now, and the weapons you use are those of ordinary soldiers. How can you help? What about us?"

Although these words were quite unpleasant and even secretly criticized the original body, if some of the Emperor's sons heard them, Honso would definitely not be able to see the sun for the next second but he would be able to see his own back.

However, this was Robert Guilliman's court, so Honso still had his facial features and limbs intact, and had the privilege of listening to the primarch's patient answers.

"First of all..." The Thirteenth Primarch's eyes full of wisdom and insight swept over Hong Suo's power armor, those inconspicuous, but more complete detailed changes than the power armor he was familiar with, those changes that were more complete than those of the power armor he was familiar with. The new style of power armor he saw last time on Perturabo's current ship, the Iron-Blooded, had a more dangerous power source and equipment... and a single person who could treat an entire battle group's pharmacist at that time. The powerless primarch...

Obviously.

"Since you are the one who has been entrusted with important tasks by my fourth brother and is confident that you can use such a small number of people to do such an important thing, either you are very powerful to begin with..." Guilliman paused, " But I don’t feel the strength in your movements. Your single combat effectiveness without armor is not as good as the other two, especially him.”

Vanus was somewhat flattered by the original body's finger pointing at him.

"But my brother, he is not someone like Angron or Curze who cannot think well. On the contrary, he always hopes that things will be as foolproof as possible." Guilliman stared at Honso, "So, you must Bringing some technological items that are powerful enough to allow us to enter the pirate king's palace smoothly...right?"

Guilliman smiled again before the Potion Master could answer without denying.

"Moreover, didn't you tell me that although this is a scene in a time and space node, it also overlaps with a part of your and my dreams? If it is in a dream...if I want you to have such a thing, I don't know if it is What, will it appear?"

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I (expletive) gave an (expletive) (expletive) a (expletive).

I thought that the protection of the great Lord of Iron, the benevolent father, was always upon me.

Honso's heart was roaring crazily. It was logical to go to the Iron Blood and Belakaan Forge World, which he didn't know where exactly but was definitely very far away from here. This was also a way to avoid time confusion by traveling. , and at the same time, it can temporarily stabilize the venerable god to prevent him from becoming too suspicious. As long as they can find a way to delay until after the split time that he knows, and then contact the Iron-Blooded, there will be a high number of people who collapse that day. The height is on top——

The Lord of Iron... Although... the fighting power of the benevolent father... there are still so many iron rings and the master Utherma Atla! After earning him boarding, it was not easy to deal with a primarch without suitable weapons, armor and troops!

result! result! What's going on! Don't Robert Guilliman's records and legends say that he has always been as calm and rational as a god, not swayed by emotions, and abides by order and rules? Who is this cheerful and adventurous person? ! False rumors kill people! ! ! !

...(Eye of Terror swears) Fortunately, I actually have a copy of the parts my father installed on my power armor that can barely solve this death problem.

only. He glanced at a certain part of his power armor with distress. He originally felt that the equipment he carried was not enough, but now he was using less of it!

well! This is really shooting yourself in the foot! !