Warhammer: Start with a dog

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Ultramar Sector

capital of macragge

magna city

The atmosphere and pace of life in the Macragge system have finally returned to normal recently.

Restrictions and bans on all ports, routes and aircraft have been relaxed. Although a new sign "No reception during overhaul" is still hanging at the foot of the Hera Fortress, at least all the bizarre rumors about the original body in the market have gradually subsided.

Everyone agreed that there might be some problem with the temple itself or the facilities inside. For the sake of caution, repairs were carried out - right? How many devout people are received here every year! Didn’t you see, even the stone steps leading up to the mountains are shiny and worn, and have even been replaced several times! If nothing else, the temple cannot receive pilgrims from all over the galaxy in a dishonorable and damaged manner, right? What a disgrace to the honor of Macragge and his proud citizens!

"It's been such a long time. Even if the Suzheng Temple was designed by the great and correct God Zi Li Man himself, he couldn't have painted or carved the paint, stone, and metal with his own hands. After all, nine thousand years have passed, and they still need to be dusted off, repainted, and renovated so that people from other places can see the prosperity and splendor of this place and our piety. Really? Isn’t this quite normal? Besides, major repairs always take a long time, and there will definitely be adjustments to routes and trades, so it’s normal to tidy up the surroundings in advance.”

This speech, which seemed to be very reasonable and in line with the mentality of Macragge residents, was exactly what the valets and housekeepers' wives who came to shop heard from the store "Shen's Kitchen" and were deeply impressed by it. He took it seriously and quickly spread it among countless kitchens and stoves using the gossip technique unique to the common people and servants.

By the way, the trademark of this "Shen's Kitchen" is a red cat's paw holding a long-handled fork, and it is the famous fresh produce belonging to Mr. Kant Cratchit, an enthusiastic citizen, a righteous man and a good man. The main store that supplies chain stores, now they have also started to use the name they created during the lockdown to serve a variety of freshly made oven-cooked delicacies and unique and innovative drinks.

——Of course, most of the trade and pilgrimage routes that ended in Macragge or were transited have also been restored. Some people have even noticed that although the operation of the entire Macragge galaxy has been slightly adjusted, it is better than before. In order to be reasonable, smooth and considerate of the people, this seems to really confirm the sayings circulating in the market.

This also makes most people quickly forget all the previous emotions and doubts: after all, as long as there is a house to live in, food to eat, money to make, gods to worship, and trade procedures and logistics to be more convenient than before, then Who will care about what has passed? No one thinks so except those who think there is something else to be gleaned from it.

And of course the Ultramarines themselves... have to think about who else would think so.

Soon, secret orders written by the incarnation of the saint were sealed and issued.

The Chapter's messengers were disguised and sent to various parts of the galaxy under various normal names. They flew out of the Macragge system under the eyes of many people. They were actually entrusted with only one mission: to find every way to find every person in private. A chapter that claims the genetic bloodline of Guilliman's descendants, and personally delivers the secret message he carries to the opponent's chapter leader.

"Do you think they will all come?"

Tigris stood by the door and asked softly.

The chief think tank's sleep quality has been greatly improved recently, because the spiritual power of Lord Julius, the incarnation of the original body, has soothed the fluctuations in his soul sea, and even the haze that has been shrouding the Hera Fortress seems to have dispersed. A lot has been done, and think tanks have been able to better meditate and peer into the future.

The lanky ghost that appeared in the Sovereign Temple never appeared again, and efforts to track it were all in vain, but what happened after that occupied more of Tigris' attention, so this matter is still on the to-do list Among the items in the queue, Tigris believed that it might be a powerful, unregistered Alpha-level psyker. He had already sent people to notify the relevant agencies, and he must be pulled out of the crowd to ensure that Macragge Safety with the Incarnation of the Primarch.

Now he is wearing regular clothes, holding his staff, and his slightly pale skin makes him look calmer than the others. If Calgar is the sunshine shining on the Hera Mountains of the Ultramarines, then Tigris is Lake The silver moon on the tip of the blue waves of Mu Bay.

The person in question turned around. He has sky-blue eyes and short, soft blond hair mixed with silver. The platinum leaf laurel with veins like obsidian sparkled in his hair and swayed like a fresh laurel leaf. His strong and tall body was covered with white and blue toga, and his descendants were full of respect. Gold ornaments selected and offered adorned his belt and cloak.

At this moment, they were standing in the room that originally belonged to Manius Calga and was now decorated as Julius' residence.

The decoration here is still as simple as the previous occupants, it can even be said to be more simple, but it reveals an elegance that combines pragmatism and decorative art.

Although few of the tapestries and other furnishings favored by the Ultramarines were placed, there were unexpectedly placed carpets and a set of large-sized and comfortable leather seats that the original incarnation had drawn for the craftsmen to make. The original incarnation called it a "sofa", and there was a coffee table in front of it. On the coffee table there were Reka coffee or other drinks, and some snacks.

Tigris and Calca were fortunate enough to be invited by Lord Julius to use this set of seats. Their impression was that it was so comfortable that if the original incarnation hadn't invited them to sit down, they would have thought it was a conspiracy from some evil god. "Its design has a strange feeling of corroding the will, which makes me want to go back to the war-torn battlefield to cleanse my heart." Calgar described it to him privately. In the end, they mostly chose ordinary chairs or standing to talk.

In addition, commonly used ritual candles and meditation incense are properly stored behind the alcove door panels. Data pads to be processed are in desk drawers or covered by parchment rolls and books, communication systems, and weapons. The library, like everything else, is hidden in the shadows of the surrounding alcoves, leaving little to suggest that this classical and exotic room is actually at the end of the forty-first millennium, a man capable of commanding a space fleet. In the capital of the place with the extinct planet.

Among all Calgar's personal belongings, only one thing was named and retained by Lord Julius.

It was a portrait of the Emperor, but the subject matter is extremely rare today. On the screen, the Emperor was showing an extremely sad expression and a fragile posture because of the betrayal of his most beloved son, his most beloved heir, Horus, the returning son, and the Imperial Warmaster. This was too close to a mortal. The themes of emotion and action and the characters boldly depicted in them would never appear on the public market today.

Now, Julius is standing in front of this painting and studying the contents of this painting.

After hearing Tigris' question, he did not look back, but still answered the chief think tank's question.

"They will come."

"Are you so sure?" Think Tank frowned slightly, his face showing a little worry. "I haven't been able to get a more certain omen about this..."

"It will come." Julius's tone left no room for doubt, "As long as they can open the letter and take a look, they will definitely come according to my request."

"You know what I'm worried about is more than that. My lord, we didn't announce your return as soon as possible. This actually made it easy for many people to get the blame and become the war group from Macragge to us in their eyes. The breakthrough of biting a piece of fat in the hand...and now if those letters or messengers fall into the hands of people with ulterior motives or our enemies..."

"Are you worried about the loyalty of your brothers or their determination and force? Tigris?"

"No, my Lord. I am not worried about any of this. My power... in the worst case scenario, I will keep you safe even if I have to go to war with my former colleagues. I am worried about our enemies. The cruelty, evil and unscrupulousness of the messenger, and the inevitable loss of the messenger brought about the absence of our blood relatives. "

"Someone wants to take this opportunity to get another cup of bloody wine from our legion, right... Haha, let them do it." The face looks exactly like Robert Guilliman, but the figure is only bigger than Asta The taller saint finally stopped looking at the sad emperor in the painting and turned towards the chief think tank. "As for the absence... no, as long as they have the letter with them there will be no problem - until they arrive at Macragge."

The incomparable, inhuman, and mind-shaking surging light and heat once again enveloped Tigris in the psychic senses and vision for a moment.

This light was so bright that even the chief think tank's eyelids could not block it. Two lines of physiological tears slowly flowed from Tigris's eyes - if he were not such a powerful psyker, those ordinary senses would not be able to block it. Let him be so stimulated.

Like the rising sun.

He bowed his head deeply to the incarnation of the Primarch, out of cautious love, the panic of being lost and found, and all the due respect for such a powerful force.

"Don't worry. Varro Tigris."

The warmth was taken back into the body of the saint's incarnation, and he felt empty for a moment.

A linen handkerchief was handed to him, and he subconsciously took it and wiped away the tears that had just flowed.

"Leave the past to the past and the future to the future. Let the past be past. What will be will be."

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The edge of the maelstrom in the unknown deep space

Starfort Indomitable

command center

"Sir." Just as Grendel was full of admiration (?) and Vanus looked at the Thirteenth Primarch in amazement and asked Grendel how to maintain the operation of the star fort's flight and weapon systems, He began to try and apparently got used to these devices at an extraordinary speed...the equipment that had changed little but changed a lot over the past ten thousand years, Hong Suo didn't know when he was standing beside him.

"What's the matter?" Guilliman was obviously very interested in using his powerful computing power to pilot this huge mechanical creation. At first, he carefully maintained the Indomitable's cruising speed, but now they were sitting on the original The huge star fortress driven by the body was racing crazily in the open universe at a "whooshing" speed.

"There are some questions I still wonder about..."

"Say it."

"Why don't you just go back to Macragge and bring your war group... Even if the situation is so complicated now, you are still their genetic father. There is absolutely no way that this matter can be faked. It is not true that you want to take over the Ultramarines immediately. If it is difficult, or if you want to help my father, you can lead the Ultramarines as a support outside the maelstrom, or make some moves to attract Huron's attention. Those are both excellent strategies."

"That's true. My calculations have provided me with about 440 related strategies... Of course, that doesn't count the success rate. However, more than half of them do suggest turning around Macragge and trying to figure it out."

"Then the success rate of our current 'surprise attack' is very high?" The Potion Master pointedly pointed out, "I still say the same thing, if you can use some magical powers or like some of your brothers, Psychic skills, then your decision is understandable and appropriate. However, your advantage lies in coordinating the army, material deployment, production and transportation, etc., which are very important but do not focus on personal bravery. You alone with us will remove your exposure. I'll give the Pirate King a big gift, what else?"

Robert Guilliman smiled.

"Then you underestimate me, son of Perturabo," he said. "I am not inexperienced in fighting wars alone..."

"Besides." He pointed to the device on his belt. Judging from its appearance and color, this device seemed to be a power armor component from a certain potion master. "You can't say it's exposed. You've come up with this advanced camouflage - I'm sure it's a bit like the ones my father's guards liked to use, but it's more advanced and smaller than that. Our size has always been It's our advantage, it's also our... a distinctive feature, and obviously my brother Perturabo realizes this, and he makes this thing."

A smile appeared on Guilliman's face.

"He must have used it on himself too? And very often, right?"

Honso showed an expression that looked like he was suddenly choked.

"Yes, yes... you are right, sir." In the end, the potion master could only say this. While looking desperately at the star map as they drew closer to the Maelstrom - how to explain to the Primarch those other...

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In the webway not far from a dreamlike point in time.

Makadoshi retracted his staff and dusted off his civil service robe - a robe that was less iconic now because it was no longer light green and less plain: The Carosini Dynasty The mark and some of the gold rims and embroidered jewelry expected of an envoy were placed on it, making him look more like the steward of a wealthy dynasty heir.

But Eldrad Uslan didn't think so.

The great prophet of the Uthwe Arkworld, known as the most visionary and possibly the most powerful prophet among the Eldar tribe, is looking at this "monkey" among the many "monkeys" with a fearful but eager look. The old man who looks particularly good in the middle.