Warhammer: Start with a dog

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"Mortal eyes could no more gaze upon the face of the Primarch than mortal eyes could gaze upon the sun for long."

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The soft click of the brass timer woke the old man up.

The air conditioner hissed out a mixture of slightly filtered gases into the air, allowing the entire room to maintain a certain level of oxygen and temperature during sleep, so he felt that his mind had recovered well after this sleep.

The room was dim, but bright light similar to sunlight poured into the hotel room they had called "home" for weeks through the gaps behind the heavy blackout curtains, reminding him that it was getting late - the recently built public house in Wandering Harbor The lighting facilities miraculously replicated Terra's twenty-four-hour circadian rhythm in this remote place at least hundreds of thousands of light years away from Holy Terra - it is said that the next ambitious plan of the governors here is to restore Ketera's four seasons and more varied weather.

This is certainly good and makes residents excitedly talk about the future after dinner. But it is also so extravagant that those who care about it find it too suspicious, because the customers of Wandering Port are neither dignitaries nor those who come to participate in some unknown and unknown exclusive events like Quartis's guests. Island vacation activities for people.

As a small port originally created for supplies, there has always been a garrison here, but more often than not, people have to rely on themselves to defend themselves from attacks by orcs, pirates or crazy rogue traders.

After three rounds of expansion, Wandering Port is now an out-and-out rich void nest filled with more and more fragile and easily tempted ordinary people and more job opportunities. It is like a piece of cake that becomes bigger and sweeter as the people on it work hard, suspended in this area surrounded by aliens, heretics, pirates, criminals and lawless adventurers. Exuding an alluring aura, it should only be a matter of time before any large-scale attack or multiple tentative attacks occur.

But as far as what the old man saw in the past week, the Rogue Trader dynasty, which has actually completely controlled this place, the security guards of the Carosini dynasty - or to put it bluntly, this place is "very inconsistent with common sense and the gathering of extremely dangerous people" "Judging from the number of Astartes, at least the Roaming Port itself should not have to worry about its strength in the event of a city defense battle. At the same time, its ability to withstand gang attacks is definitely very good.

But there are too few attack ships in the fleet here, and there are too many merchant ships and giant cargo ships. If during this window of rapid development, we encounter a large number of enemies and engage in high-intensity wars, or something like cult infiltration, orc attacks, or pirate schemes. In such a low-intensity but simultaneous battle situation, it may be difficult to depart from the port in time to support the scattered asteroids and orbital platforms. In the end, this prosperous situation will be turned into a pot of carnivores and scavengers. The most favorite scene of corruption among readers.

——But considering the shops, restaurants and the colorful lighthouse standing in the center of the Square of Miracles, which is impossible but it exists, once this happens, it is really difficult to directly apply it to other imperial worlds. Tried and tested experience.

——The intelligence collected is still not enough, and the depth of the investigation cannot yet reach the levels around the Archon. It was originally said that these two mysterious and powerful consuls would often appear directly in the window box of the restaurant, but recently it was said that they were going to inspect the surrounding farms, so now it is impossible to get close and observe them from the restaurant. arrive.

It must be said that the shock to his soul that he saw that Astarte with a cruel face in the restaurant that day has not dissipated for a long time, which is also one of the reasons for delaying his investigation of this place.

But did the consuls actually inspect the farms? Judging from the current clues, this is likely to be a cover-up. That is to say, there may be more important and urgent things than dealing with government affairs and inspecting the farm... If they can take this opportunity... Also... Why are there two consuls, but they always appear and disappear at the same time? The two-person rule was originally designed to cope with the situation of leaving and staying behind. It is actually very unreasonable for them to keep doing this, unless...

The old man thought to himself and got up from his simple but comfortable bed. The tour guide did not lie to them at all. This hotel can be said to be the second best accommodation he has ever stayed in, and the most comfortable one. Already destroyed in the battle that followed.

As soon as he moved, gravity made the permanent scars and mechanical implants left by the old injuries sustained in battles and travels appear more present. His flesh and bones felt the overwhelming soreness, and His lungs worked tenaciously, squeezing out a long sigh.

His thick black hair has become silvery and soft now - but that's not a big problem, most of them are gone from him forever anyway.

Just like everyone he had met for most of his life.

His demon host servant was still imprisoned in the alcove formed by the metal frame. He took a quick look and saw that the other party was grinning silently at him, and the smile stretched all the way to his gray gums.

The psychic servant boy he brought was still sleeping on a small bed made of a sofa at the other end of the room. Unlike when the old man met him in the ship in the warp and took him in as his follower, just a few weeks of comfortable life in Wandering Port quickly erased most of the traces of the boy's previous wandering and gang life. Only a few - especially the tricky ones in Wandering Port - could not be overcome.

"Zael."

The boy grumbled and did not wake up. The old man raised his voice again. This time the boy finally woke up and rubbed his eyes while grumbling - since the old man encountered and eventually recruited several more capable, even over-capable new followers in an unexpected investigation more than ten days ago, the boy had less things to do, so it was no wonder that his vigilance deteriorated so quickly.

"Water." He grumbled, "Medicine."

"It's not time for you to take medicine. Get up. They will be here at any time. You have to accompany them to investigate near the restaurant today. Without you, they can't get too close." The old man said sternly.

"Then why not let it go?" The boy pointed at the demon host who was still grinning from ear to ear and said dissatisfiedly.

He looked extremely thin, with rickets and atrophy of limbs. The traces of long-term malnutrition and various trace element deficiencies since childhood have not yet completely faded from his body, so it is difficult for people to estimate his age accurately. He looks like he may be between eight and fourteen years old, or older or younger, but the most eye-catching thing is his swollen eye bags, dark circles and that weird complexion - many people would think he is too tired or sick, but in fact, experienced law enforcement officers will understand at a glance that only real drug addicts will have such a terrifying face.

After getting a new helper, the old man has been trying his best to solve this problem for the boy. The current effect is that he is in the early stage of withdrawal reaction. They found some relatively "mild" alternative drugs for him, but the boy's special psychic power is also extremely valuable. He himself can't explain how he did it, but he seems to be able to make the light board and the alert sleepless guards lurking in the dark near the light board "unable to see" the new followers sent by the old man.

Moreover, the new followers he recruited not only have their own ideas and purposes, but also need the boy's psychic power to help cover their appearance.

The smile on the demon host's face is now twisted and swirling, almost overflowing from its human face, and it really does so. The flesh begins to dissolve like a candle, trying to leave the confinement of the metal frame. The exaggerated smile is not so much a smile as it is full of flattery and flattery with buried fear.

Something is coming.

"Da." There was a very subtle movement from the window.

Then three tall dark figures appeared at the window like shadows emerging from the light, and just standing there they almost made the originally not-so-small room seem cramped.

"You're here."

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Although all the members of the Eldar delegation had arrived, they did not stay in Macragge for too long.

Now, in the banquet hall that originally belonged to the Chapter Master, the ten captains who had been present with their champions and sergeants were nowhere to be seen, and the heroic warriors of Macragge were silent. Malcador was not here, and the former Imperial Regent was dealing with the affairs of the sector with the eighth Primarch, who was aliased as Kant Craj, while being incredibly angry - the latter agreed to do so because he could always see Malcador being annoyed, and according to him, "it was very good for my mental health."

But no matter what, there is indeed "an" "Imperial Regent", "Primarch", "Robert Guilliman" working in Macragge and starting to prepare for the next operation that most people think is just a pilgrimage but will actually become an expedition.

Another Primarch whose existence no one knew and no one could sense had used his ability to travel deep into the webway where the Dark Eldar were located long before, so apart from Julius and the silent Ahriman, only the Librarian Power Armor of Varro Diglis, which was more cobalt blue than ultramarine, was here to represent the Ultramarines to attend the fulfilment banquet.

And after the rounds of courtesy, each side maliciously used ancient poems, dramas and legends to make sarcastic remarks or ridicule the other side for not being high enough, and after a few ambitious people among the Eldar tried the rough and overly seasoned food of humans with great adventurous spirit, the originally quite conversational courtesy began to gradually stop.

When the suffocating silence spread strangely in the hall for a full six seconds.

Julius put his napkin aside.

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This seemed to trigger some kind of cross-race signal. Starting with Si Zhan and the clowns, the Eldars left one after another, and in the end, only Ivrenne and Eldrad were left here.

The Daughter of Shadows made an elegant court curtsy to the transformed person who she still did not understand why he could firmly occupy the position of the Thirteenth Primarch in the fabric of destiny - indeed, if the others were so clumsily and roughly A bioengineered combination of genetic modification and drug-infused violence If it was definitely not worthy of the salute of a noble Eldar like her, she had originally expected to bow down to a being like the ancient emperor's demigod creation, but Eldrad and the vague figure from Enard The ambiguous hints told her to make the right choice at the right time.

Therefore, the daughter of shadows who had chosen many paths did not adhere to the usual arrogance of Eldas. She saluted politely, then praised the other person's achievements in the most sincere tone, and finally used the most regretful words. She said goodbye in a tone of voice, saying that she still had equally important things to do. Thinking about it, those things would also be very helpful for working with the Human Empire to fight against more, bigger, and darker dangerous times that were about to hit.

So she received the same farewell words from the other party with a very sincere expression and tone, "I really don't know how to express my intention to stay," his voice seemed to come from another dimension, "Next, we are about to If I can continue to get your help on this journey, it will be even more powerful for me. Daughter of Bietan, can’t you really stay by my side for a few more months?”

These strangely charming words were so sincere, and the psychic power contained in the voice that spoke them was so strong, that the mistress of the Death Army almost agreed. At this time, she suddenly felt a stinging pain in her calf, and someone was secretly tugging at the hem of her skirt from behind - her strong-brained cat was covered in fur, arched up and hid under her skirt to scratch her, and pulled at the hem of her skirt to remind her Hers was none other than the Supreme Prophet.

So she immediately unfolded her blade fan gracefully to cover up her fright, and at the same time replied with a smile, "Our mission to weave destiny has been completed. Great magician, you have obtained the armor named destiny. In destiny snatched a primarch under his nose Even the owner of the Harlequin Troupe would be amazed by such achievements. How can we dare to take credit? I just hope that you will not forget that our enthusiasm for coming all the way to help can be used in your future ambitions. My kin still have a place."

Julius, who had the form of Guilliman, nodded, "One day. Madam."

And his eyes passed over the great prophet who seemed to be relieved and whose muscles stiffened because of his roll call. "Great Prophet, I hope you understand that it is definitely more beneficial for you not to speculate or disturb my father without permission. So, that's it. I wish you both good luck in martial arts and that you can help your great enemy with us. The enemy has some colors to look at.”

"I also wish you a successful start and a safe journey. I hope that when our destinies intersect again, we can achieve a better result, sir."

Julius nodded to them.

Watching the two Eldar leave the banquet hall with graceful and light movements, Ahriman also stood up and left. Only Varro Digris and Julius Robert Omar were left here.

The chief think tank turned his gaze to the head of the dining table, only to encounter a pair of eyes that were already as sharp and clear as flint, staring at him.

Diglis knew immediately that this was the moment he had been waiting for, this moment alone that Julius had left for him.

He leaned forward and saluted the almost real figure of the Primarch above him.

"Perhaps you would like to speak to me about this, my lord, or about those who serve masters I know not. The fate of a Primarch is not easily replaced, and if there is anything in it for those we serve and those of our blood. Cheng Yan’s help, I’m willing to listen to your teachings.”

The other person raised his hand and stroked the obvious tear scar on his neck that spanned the entire throat.

"It is indeed convenient to talk to smart people. Dear Digris." He said, and for a moment, tens of thousands of years seemed to flow through his body. "Then let's start with this scar."