Warhammer: Start with a dog

Chapter 583 Don’t weigh it ahhhhhhh-

There are two pieces of news in Macragge recently. The first one is about the Chapter Master of the Ultramarines, the Lord and Guardian of Macragge, the widely loved Lord Manius Augustus Calgar. He needed to rest due to illness, and all the affairs of the chapter were temporarily managed by the chief think tank Varro Diglis. Among the Ultramarines, there was also the second company commander Cato Sicarius who also suddenly announced his rest and quit due to illness. Public view.

However, this piece of news, which is usually very heavyweight and can definitely trigger more than one undercurrent of coup battles or turbulent political struggles in the sub-sector, failed to stir up even a splash this time, and even very little. He was quickly forgotten by everyone.

Another piece of news sent out by Gein at the same time by the Ultramarines Chapter was too dazzling, attracting all the attention of others:

The son of the God-Emperor, Robert Guilliman, who has been sleeping in the Shrine of Stasis for nine thousand years, is the only loyal Primarch known to the Empire to still be alive.

Has returned like a miracle.

This shocking news was detonated in Macragge and nearby galaxies, and then spread like wildfire across the Five Hundred Worlds and even the entire Far Eastern Starfield.

More people from the empire began to flock crazily to the Macragge system and its surroundings. Countless pilgrims cried with joy and lost everything, just to be able to witness the great glory of the God-Emperor’s son from a distance, and some were even willing to spend a lot of money. Gain the privilege of kissing the ground where the God-Emperor and his son walked.

The churches of the state religion have never received so many voluntary donations. The bishops, priests and missionaries were equally excited, spitting and shouting at the top of their lungs, praising the mercy of the God-Emperor and the greatness of the original body. , and the promise of salvation for many more in his name.

The moment when a good nephew, who worked for his uncle and took care of his old father's worries, released for himself in the subspace, the power was so pure and bright that even the most bloodthirsty Daemon of Khorne was struck by it. After stopping for a second, they began to fight each other even more crazily - just because the skull of such a powerful witchcraft user is worthy of using the battle between them to determine the winner's chance to hunt him, and will be like this The spoils of war are enshrined on the brass throne It was enough to elevate even the meanest mortal murderer directly to the level of a Daemon Prince with the blessing of the Blood God. Khorne himself offered his reward for the skull of Julius Robert Ormar—— Of course, this reward also includes a more advanced one, that is, whoever can make this wizard willingly use only melee weapons to carry out a perfect killing and dedicate it to Khorne, then Khorne will permanently grant him the title of The position of a great demon. At the same time, several old opponents of the Blood God were not to be outdone, and each made new movements in their own territory.

Nurgle's Plague Garden is now bustling with people. There are jumping Nurglings everywhere, newly erected plague cauldrons and poisonous phosphorus fires. Surrounding them is a lively work scene. There is also competition for jobs. The Pure Ones looked down upon the vulgar behavior of the Daemons of Khorne - it was so unfriendly! Fighting each other for the sake of jealousy and jealousy for their master's favor really does not reflect the unity and friendship of colleagues. A loving father definitely does not want to see this. Therefore, everyone is not rushing to catch up with the progress of refining the plague because of the bounty from their loving father, but they work so hard out of their love for their loving father and the fact that they will reflect the depth of this love in the ranking list of plague demons! Compared to the beasts of Khorne who only fight and kill, this place is really a paradise! So, for the sake of poor little Mortarion, who is always depressed, they will try their best to impress his brother Guilliman with various gifts and let him come to the garden to keep Mortarion company!

In the Silver Palace, the light footsteps and soft whispers of Slaanesh's dancers and maids echoed behind every living pillar and every gauze curtain in the luxurious and magnificent palace. Everything here is surrounded by an eternal... A ceaseless hedonistic feast was held. At the top of the feast, the plump snake body and his concubine Enkali were circling each other, enjoying themselves. It was the blessing that had fallen here and enjoyed it for ten thousand years. Grim, the beauty who is leading the dance at the new banquet he is hosting has two horns on her head and two hooves on her feet. Her long silver curly hair is wrapped around the misty gauze on her graceful figure. This is Fabiu. The daughter of S. Baier, Meilu Xin traveled through dreams. This party was so enjoyable that even the pure and dazzling light of destruction that illuminated the demonic realms failed to attract much of his attention. Only the sudden and relevant news from the Prince of Darkness made Fulgrim come back to his senses from the double trance of bliss of body and spirit, and he drank several pots of it with the despair of an innocent child. A wine brewed from the bitterness of tears and the loyalty of betrayers. Then he asked for his weapons to be carried, and for him to be dressed in the most cheerful and indulgent armor and attire, for he could not wait for the good news from his "embassy" to Macragge and to lift it for him. This is the end of this wonderful drama.

As for the Demon Prince of Tzeentch, "Magnus of the Sorcerer", who enslaved the Thousand Sons who failed to escape and collected more refugee or plundered psychic slaves and forcibly transformed them into his own slave offspring, the other three foolish brothers who believed in equally unintelligent gods only needed to eat, drink, fight and kill. As the most wise and far-sighted helmsman in the Ocean of Souls, he, Magnus of the Sorcerer, had a lot to consider. For example, when he heard the news now, he would only smile mysteriously: this news was already in his control. No matter which path he took, whether it was Guilliman in a mortal body or the Primarch Guilliman, he would not be able to escape the destined trap he would set for him on the road of destiny, and this trap would push Magnus' prestige and power to a whole new level - he had already noticed some clues about the "fragment" that stole part of his authority. It was really a reversal of the guest and the host, and it was a rebellion! This time, he must retrieve, capture, and devour his disobedient soul fragment, and then get his hands on Guilliman - ha! Soon! Magnus will become the true King of Kings, and even the man on the Golden Throne cannot stop him, and can only sigh at him!

Of course, the war and frenzy in the warp are now more intense than usual, but the gods looking down from outside the endless sky have the same but different reactions: on the one hand, they order their great demons and demon armies to prepare to invade the real world and other people's demon domains to prevent the other party from attacking them, and on the other hand, they secretly send their most anthropomorphic confidants to the Wandering Port in the Calixis Sector to "see the situation before taking the next step."

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When Hongsuo walked into the cafeteria of the Iron... Destiny Steel, it was breakfast time.

As the chief pharmacist, who looked tired, with droopy mouth corners, deep dark circles and eye bags under both eyes that could not be covered by medical goggles, a greasy face, unshaven beard, and scalp hair follicles that looked precarious, walked into the cafeteria door, the originally pleasant chats, curses, spitting, swearing, confession, duel invitations, and eating sounds suddenly stopped like magic.

In the strange silence and the intersection of various complex sights, the pharmacist who now had to come to the cafeteria to get food in person after working overtime all night was unaware, sleepwalking through the cleaned trenches and barbed wire, and drifted to the breakfast window.

"A double double espresso Reka coffee," he muttered, his eyelids beginning to droop, but his special physiological mechanism allowed part of his brain to continue functioning while other parts shut down, "and a takeaway, and two... no, three super amino acid caramel protein puddings, the richest kind, topped with the sourest orange vitamin syrup, and two ATP concentrated devil hot sauce-coated toasts with multiple minerals and metal powders, thick cut, with more ATP hot sauce, yes, and a primordial soup without sugar but with more mustard."

The closest person standing next to him was a member of the Tenth Company, who awed Master Hongsuo, who continued to sleepwalk towards the pharmacist's laboratory with a tray of food that was considered heavy for a Space Marine.

After the pharmacist's back disappeared behind the adamantine door engraved with a magic circle, the noisy discussions in the cafeteria "hummed" again among the Astartes who were eating.

"What's wrong with him? Encountered a warp navigation nightmare?"

"Don't be ridiculous, encountered a warp navigation nightmare on this great ship? You might as well say that the Tyranids started to trouble Holy Terra."

"It can't be caused by too much work pressure and overtime. Recently, the port's epidemic prevention has been on track and there is no need to watch it 24 hours a day. The first batch of recruits has not arrived yet. Hasn't he had any special work recently except assisting in the pursuit of those stowaways?"

"Hey." At this time, a combat brother who had just been rotated off the guard post squeezed in. Judging from his face and other features, he should also be a young man from the 10th Company. "I heard that he is like this because he feels that someone is going to harm him every day. He feels cold on his back and has goose bumps every day, which seriously affects his limited sleep. But he didn't know why, and he couldn't get rid of it after trying many ways. Even asking Lord Ramizarn for help was useless..."

"...Oh...?" Someone who knew a little bit about it began to laugh, "It's what he deserved..."

"What? Is it the reason I heard? Then it's really..."

"This may be true! My brother in Medusa told me..."

"Do you have any new news..."

"Yes, of course! Do you know, our chapel..."

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"How do you feel today?"

Hongsuo walked into the office and ward of the chapter leader, greeted the Lord of Steel who was sitting beside him, and then walked to Ramizarn who was leaning against the bed, said good morning to him, lifted his quilt, and began to check the recovery status of the tall but fragile Primarch's mortal body today.

"Well... I feel that the side of the ankle is still slightly swollen, and it still hurts at certain angles or if I take a few more steps. I asked, is it possible that the joints are a little misaligned? Or is it just my imagination... Ahhh Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

"Hmm." The pharmacist frowned and put down the ankle of the original body that he had just pressed. "There is indeed still a little edema at the bone end, and the aseptic inflammation has not completely subsided. But you said it still hurts? Why is that? What's going on? Even if the body is very close to a mortal, it shouldn't be so fragile..."

The master of pharmacy carefully inspected and tested the body and ankles of the groaning Fourth Primarch, including but not limited to making Lamizane make various wailing noises during the process, causing the office workers on the side to Perturabo BC's brows were twitching, his canine teeth were exposed, and his tail was flapping very unhappily—showing that in his hallucinatory camouflage, he looked like he wanted to slap the potion master and his uneasy son on the wall several times.

"My medical plan and diagnosis and treatment are perfect!" The pharmacist finally concluded, and he frowned, "Did you do any exercise other than the prescribed ones, instead of staying in bed and taking good care of your ankles as I said?" ?”

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"Uh... Well..." Lamizane began to wander, "You know, there are some activities we cannot avoid."

The master pharmacist stared at the person on the hospital bed without any courtesy or concession.

"...It is necessary to accompany Perturabo out every day...and you see, you have to accompany Magna...Palas..."

"...How can you recover if you don't follow the doctor's advice like this! Don't forget how fragile you are now!"

Veins covered the dissatisfied Potion Master's forehead, and he snorted coldly.

"I'm going to do some physical therapy for you."

Then a burst of extremely ferocious howls came from the office where there were no guards and only the iron ring robots were standing guard.

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Wanderport's security patrols have recently reported three strange incidents:

Incident 1: On the latest ship flight arriving at Wandering Port, there are more and more survivors. From the moment they set foot on the ground of Wandering Port and saw the bright and powerful neon lighthouse in the distance, they were exposed in fear and unable to move. . The guards have annihilated or captured at least eleven different inanimate beings, including but not limited to demons from the Silver Palace or the Sixth Ring.

Incident 2: There has been a mysterious vigilante riot in Wandering Port recently. A masked soldier and his companions, both good and evil, shuttled through the main area of ​​Wandering Port to help civilians get rid of the patrol team that failed to arrive in time. There were illegal issues that occurred when they arrived, but they seemed unwilling to confront the patrols head-on. Now, the security guards are paying close attention and chasing them;

Event 3: A strange disease or accident began to spread in the Roaming Port area, including but not limited to "falling on the ground", "falling through the air", "falling on the air", etc., which seriously affected the production and living order. , security guards and Wandering Port are tracing the source of this plague.