Warhammer: Start with a dog

The 5th People’s Square, and hot pot-

When I first heard the term "People's Square", an unprecedented shiver flowed through the joint between my broken spine and my mechanical prosthetic body.

I don't even dare to use my lips to actually repeat the word, just like I don't dare to use my lips to say certain words.

This word makes an old man like me feel a chill to the bone, but my past years as a heretic, a devil, a prey, an inquisitor and an interrogator have taught me that when this word appears in a place as mixed as Wandering Harbor, It's best not to take it literally.

"So," I licked my lips and played the role I played when I first landed here. The adrenaline level increased slightly, but it was still within the allowable range, "So this place is the newest... …the square? Or the meeting place? Don’t people go to the church or the famous square?”

"Oh! Of course people will go to those places, but, Mr. Gregory, because you hired me today, I will tell you the latest news. People's Square is the new core foundation after the Central Mountains Park. The second large-scale comprehensive facility built is another famous investment project of the Carosini Dynasty here. Although the official inauguration ceremony has not yet been held, part of it has actually begun trial operations, including a hotel. Newly opened hotel.”

At this point, she glanced at me suspiciously, with the caution hidden well by a professional officer who has experienced life and death, "Didn't you just say that you wanted a relatively affordable, quiet, and private place?" A place to open and a convenient place to eat?”

Although I don’t understand why the hotel is associated with the People and the Square, my instinct tells me not to ask this question.

"So...since it is a newly built hotel, won't it be very expensive? We only have this budget, ma'am."

"Oh! No! Because His Excellency the Archon's orders are very considerate, the hotels inside are divided into different star levels according to floors, three-star, six-star, and nine-star. The reason why I recommend you to go there is the large room of the six-star It is currently in trial operation to attract customers, so the price is discounted. It is very cheap, brand new and clean, and very quiet. This is a great opportunity. If it is used up, it will be gone! ”

"That's it, yes. I'm grateful for your help, ma'am." I was sure that I didn't reveal any clues, because the tour guide nodded and started to lead us again.

She rambled, looking more like she was paraphrasing something she had heard, "This project is a genius idea... We have never heard of or seen anything like it on Cadia! Of course, the Central Mountains The park too! Now my niece, youngest cousin and their friends love to go there and watch them grow. It was great to fly a kite like a child in the Garden World... The efficiency and distribution of work when this square was built was perfect. Over two hundred thousand of us were employed on the project. I heard that we Former Logistics Minister Konskavando was very proud of the high level of mobilization of personnel and materials throughout the project.”

"Sounds like a miraculous project, ma'am, so is this miracle dedicated to our holy emperor, or to some saint?"

"No. None." Her voice was low, like a ghost. It did look like the entrance of a huge building that had just been completed and the interior was being replenished. I don't know where the workers had gone, and the lights were not fully turned on. Our footsteps The sound echoed off the smooth marble walls.

My hand slowly slipped under my jacket and gripped my Inferno pistol.

"The Consul said that this palace and building were built for human needs and are a gift to all of us 'people'." She turned sideways and pointed at the huge palace that was close to the general style of the empire but was different. It is a marble palace of artistic refined beauty, "so it is called People's Square."

I glared at her, trying not to lose control of the muscles in my face that controlled my expression.

Then we all heard the sound of people coming out of the hotel door out front to welcome guests.

"Okay, give your luggage to the waiter, and I'll take you to the restaurant. You pilgrims, if you can, always have your first meal there."

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I have seen countless lives fall before my eyes, including those I love.

My hands have been stained with the blood of countless innocent and not-innocent people, including my apprentices.

I have dealt with demons and used forbidden and ancient dark lore to walk with them.

When the tour guide dropped us off at this famous restaurant, my vigilance was raised to the highest level almost instantly.

What are my colleagues in the Inquisition doing for food! The overflowing psychic energy from the surging dark gods in the sky on this blasphemous devil's heretical torch almost blinded me for daring to look directly into their eyes!

Are they completely blind to this? ! Regardless of the stupid, infighting, or complicated reasons, allowing so many people to worship it is completely quenching their thirst by drinking the dove to quench their thirst, and seeking the skin of the tiger!

But before I could turn around and excuse myself to leave and study it, the tour guide enthusiastically shoved my demonic host servant disguised as a patient inside, and I was stuck.

I could notice the burning eyes of the fools who were queuing in the square to receive the "holy hot water" and trying to see what was going on inside the restaurant.

There were at least hundreds of people, and the terrain and the number of people here made it impossible to move and evacuate quickly. Well, this "green channel" was really not what I wanted this time.

However, the horror of witnessing the dense crowds of mortals worshiping the dark gods in the square and the Astartes who turned a blind eye was not as great as the next moment.

That person.

That person suddenly appeared beside me, blocking the way to the door.

The moment I saw his face clearly, great fear and despair overwhelmed me like a tide.

"Hello." He said.

What was he saying?

I blinked and felt that the white and gray matter in my head, which was almost cooked and exploded at that moment because of my psychic energy screaming and boiling, was being forced back to their original "normal" working state.

Because my mind became clear again, and so did my eyeballs, which were about to melt and turn into two pools of melted candle-like liquid flowing down from my eye sockets and hanging on my face.

My vision became clear again, and I looked at the man in disbelief, my whole body tense, like a rabbit stared at by a beast. His hand reached into the position of the weapon sheath - but he was not wearing the famous iconic power armor, nor -

"Hello, guest, welcome to "Delicious and Nutritious"! What would you like to eat? You can order food, maybe give you a lemonade first?"

I stared at his hands so hard that I almost didn't hear his question.

These are the hands of a human child that were finally transformed into a genetic engineering work. These are the hands of the most powerful warriors, a pair of hands that were born to hold a bolter, a chainsaw sword and a power axe to conquer the galaxy or set off countless wars and create killings.

But now these hands are holding a new style ink pen, a brass plate lining, a piece of white paper that seems to be printed with something, and there is even a silver steel skull halo logo clip on the top to hold these white papers.

"Want to eat something? The menu is on the table in front of you. Guest?" His voice is relaxed and infectious, which makes people feel unstoppable good feelings as soon as they hear it, but now there is a hint of doubt.

He calls me a guest.

I can order food.

By the way, this is a restaurant.

This is the famous restaurant, with the blessing energy of four supreme dark powers above it as an advertising light sign, which is much stronger than sacrificing 100 million mortal flesh and blood souls.

Why did I dare to walk into this place that is more terrifying than the sub-space storm?

This place... seems... is it... since when have I... been... assimilated...? ...? ... What was I thinking just now...?

I forcibly moved my eyes away from his black and white dress.

I slowly raised my head and stared at this face.

There seemed to be a hint of doubt in his beautiful sea pine green eyes.

I carefully distinguished every inch of expression on his face, every muscle change, the tentacles of psychic energy were suppressed, and the sensor module became blurred for some reason, but I still had hundreds of years of experience accumulated in my long and bloody work to use.

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There was only doubt, well-hidden impatience and deeper alertness. Although his muscles were relaxed, they were kept in the best state before the attack. As long as he wanted, I believe that this powerful warrior in excellent condition could destroy me and my companions in an instant, but he really had no hostility and no sense of evil at all.

Pure, powerful, noble, beautiful, smiling face.

I have seen this face before.

In the portrait of Horus Lupercal taken by Euphrates Chilo.

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And on the other side.

The Cadian refugees brought by the fleet have been temporarily settled on the newly developed asteroids and new Wandering Ports. At the same time, Creed has obtained a permit signed by His Excellency the Archon for his people. Some people who want to retire in Wandering Ports can stay. Creed and his team will take the Cadians who are willing to settle in the new world to Pearl Moon and Carrick to build new homes. Bella Karn Forge World and Medusa will provide a batch of materials and instructors to build orbital platforms and other facilities for these two worlds.

The Primarchs who met on Cadia and came here together on the Scarlet Wave have sat in a box of a delicious and nutritious restaurant with the Fourth Primarch (and his body).

Misunderstandings are beautiful, and lies become true for various reasons. If one side of the matter is what people least want to see, and the other side is what people expect, it is not so difficult to convince people to think in the direction they want - especially when you originally thought you were the only one left, but found that this place is almost full of half of your brothers, and you are all gene Primarchs.

There is no need to mention the Fearless Phoenix and Garuda Ferrus. Although Fulgrim Pallas had just recovered from a serious injury, he had already had many joyful friendly racing races with Magnar Dorn on the Central Mountain Park loop in an anti-gravity suspended wheelchair.

The furious Guilliman discovered the dark little secret of the Indomitable and Honso's ten thousand wise words. Afterwards, he vowed to extend the time Honso hung on the bow of Macragge's Glory to three centuries or eternity - —What the Master of Pharmacy himself does not know at the moment is that several Primarchs are conducting friendly negotiations on the lease of the ship's prow statue, Honso.

However, now, as they sit down and reconsider anything about the dark, desperate, cold, JUST war-filled future, all the troubles big and small, the brothers who are not together, the rumors, the urgent needs everywhere before making any new plans.

"People are like iron, and rice is like steel. If we don't eat one meal, we will be hungry. So, we must eat first."

Lamizane Carosini said solemnly, "Today, we have to eat hot pot."

So, sitting in the private room of the expanded "delicious and nutritious" restaurant, there was a large copper cauldron built by Fulgrim and Ferus in the center of the large round table once again built by Guilliman, and on the surrounding turntables filled by the emperor All kinds of delicacies and fresh ingredients prepared by the chefs and pastry chefs who came to train with the Sons of the Sons of God, the Death Guard, the Luna Wolves, the Imperial Fists and the Black Templars, as well as the fine wines and delicacies imported from all the way from the Far Eastern Star Territory drinks.

Just as everyone toasted each other and began to put various ingredients into the pot, Lamizane, who was always very enthusiastic about eating, uncharacteristically restrained his excitement and showed a pensive expression.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong? Or did you find something wrong?"

Perturabo BC did not speak. The person who asked the question was Fulgrim Ishtar opposite him. Although Fearless Phoenix was also very interested in the novel dining method of hot pot, he did not want his amniotic fluid chamber to be filled with Grox pepper oil smelled of it, so Ferus Manus stood next to his bowl, tentatively extending his claws into the boiling soup, hooking back and forth some of the things Ishtar wanted to eat. Fulgrim Pallas looked at the other primarchs slightly cautiously and learned to use a colander to scoop out thin slices of meat.

The Potion Master and everyone else are not here at the moment, the door to the box is closed, this is the Primarchs' own gathering.

"Nothing, uh, I was just thinking about the number of Primarchs here..."

Lamizane pondered and looked at the Primarchs gathered around him:

"...doesn't it feel like seeing so many original bodies, as if..."

"There is no sense of déjà vu! There is no sense of déjà vu!"

Robert Guilliman immediately said loudly. The other brothers looked at him in surprise and raised their eyebrows or crossed their arms. A certain Primarch was snickering, "Let us do something that should be done at the moment when brothers reunite after a long separation. For example! Is there a bath here? Then I suggest that we need to build a full-size bath! Sharing a bath will help us improve our relationship!”

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