Warhammer: Start with a dog

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"There is no such thing as a free lunch."

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Well, considering that the creature who called himself Julius in the guise of "Robert Guilliman" was going to turn the table, there was nothing Digris could do to stop him from joining forces with a certain Eighth Primarch on Macragge to kill and happily tear out everyone's heart and lungs.

Based on this knowledge and the other party still telling him what to do so seriously, he might as well follow the other party's instructions and see what exactly was waiting for him at the destination of this ship.

To be honest, he found with a little sadness and guilt that after such a long time of mental torture from a certain Primarch and explosive viewing secrets, his hope that there would really be a living Gene Father waiting for him at the destination of this trip was not as great as he thought.

The Chief Librarian of the Ultramarines took a deep breath.

The Enterprise made a slight sound above his head.

Perhaps others and the crews from Cadia and other worlds serving this ship would think that this was just the normal operation of this beautiful and advanced engineering miracle.

But Digris knew it wasn't.

It was laughing.

The Chief Librarian could almost imagine an inexplicably handsome but scarred pale face curling its thin lips sarcastically at everyone.

Perhaps it was equally inappropriate and inaccurate to use the pronoun "it" to refer to the Enterprise, but "he" should be used.

After the thirteenth minute on board the ship, Digris knew that he couldn't leave quietly alone, because he had already felt the spiritual power contained in this strange ship that claimed to be an interstellar merchant ship but was too spacious and comfortable to be like an expensive yacht of the nobles. They were watching him.

There was an extremely powerful and tenacious psyker entrenched here, like the roots of an ancient tree covering every part of the ship. Yes, but with Digris's power level and experience, he could fully feel this naked and undisguised scrutiny coming from the hull.

But at that time, the Chief Librarian naively thought that this was because the ship might be lucky to have a navigator with excellent bloodline and outstanding ability.

As the legitimate psychic mutants and close relatives of the Empire to maintain the bloodline of the navigators, they are often somewhat different in appearance and spirit from ordinary people, and they have a closer soul bond with the ships they navigate. This situation is not uncommon or secret at Digris' level.

Therefore, as a relatively well-educated Astartes passenger and a kind of courtesy or a gesture of not interfering with each other, the Chief Librarian first restrained the offensive part of his psychic light, but smoothly integrated the defensive part into his equipment.

It seemed that someone in the darkness snorted or sneered.

Then the Chief Librarian felt a certain pressure relieved, and "he" left temporarily.

Digris turned his eyes to the receptionist who seemed to be the leader. The other party did not seem to feel any changes, but waited patiently for his eyes to look over, and then saluted him in time.

Thank God, it was a variation of the Sky Eagle Salute, but it was also legal.

"Lord Digris."

The chief think tank stared at the person who said his name in front of him. The other party was a little nervous, but he continued, "Please follow me, your guest room is ready."

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A moment later, the reception team was already standing on the automatic road in the suspended high-speed cabin. Digris looked at the automatic walkway under his feet with interest. This setting is simply impossible in most spacecrafts because it will be considered a waste of precious energy on the crew, but it is undeniable that it is really convenient and easy to indicate the direction.

With several changes in color and speed, they stopped several times and now quickly passed by people walking around in twos and threes at normal walking speed or patrol teams.

Those twos and threes also seemed to have their own work destinations. People held data boards, files or tool boxes and wore some simple uniforms that looked like the uniforms of the Imperial Navy. Digris noticed that some people's pupils were not purple, and their skin color and subtle ethnic features were also different, indicating that the members serving on this ship came from many different imperial worlds.

And some of the people waiting for him in the transport room were obviously called in just in case of some kind of regulations. At least it seemed that the members of the medical team and the emergency response team left soon after they came out. Now Digris was only surrounded by the receptionist who spoke to him at the beginning.

"How should I address you? Madam?" It seemed that Digris did not expect Digris to speak first. The Cadian was a little surprised, but he quickly took over his words.

"You are too polite. My lord. I am Hannah Katezlar, you can call me Hannah."

The receptionist's nervousness soon began to gradually dissipate in the gentle conversation with the Chief Think Tank's slightly thin and haggard face. Digris noticed that it was definitely not the first time she stood next to Astarte like this, because she did not subconsciously stay away and make instinctive defensive body language like most mortals who saw such beings for the first few times. She was relaxed and used to it.

"Okay, Miss Hannah. Are you a Cadian? Have you ever served in the military? Cadia... The Great Rift has opened up. I heard some news. I'm sorry."

"Yes." A trace of sadness passed across her face, but it disappeared quickly. "Don't worry, my lord. Even so, Cadia is still standing. Before the Great Retreat, I was a captain of the Cadian Guard Air Force, but now I serve the Enterprise. It should be considered... According to the words of the superiors, 'retirement and transfer'? But I am quite satisfied with it."

"This evaluation is unusual." The chief think tank smiled gently. The bookish temperament brought by the countless days and nights of meditation and reading in the Ptolemy Library has slightly reduced his aggressiveness as a warrior. "I heard that the Cadians still regard military service as a virtue and the most noble job."

"Indeed That's true, but now the boss said that if you are really tired of fighting, you can choose to find a job nearby, so I immediately applied for the job here, and then they told me that I was hired - this is really good," she seemed to be opened up, and began to talk non-stop, "We don't have to move too far, and Lavs and I - oh, he is my fiancé, sir, he used to be my machine gunner - we can get a larger living cabin and work without separation, so we can continue to meet as often as before. "

"And." Her purple eyes sparkled, and Digris was surprised to find that Hannah, who was also a resident of Cadia and a young woman with purple eyes, was different from the mysterious priestess, but the Chief Think Tank could not be vigilant or hate her.

She is a rare, healthy, complete, and powerful one. Her soul is as energetic, hopeful, and shining as a round pearl in the eyes of psychics. She is completely different from the refugees and warriors who unfortunately lost their home worlds that Digris had seen. Hatred and anger have their own place in her heart, but they are not all of her.

"You know? The planes I used to fly can fly high and fast. They are great, but they have always been atmospheric fighters. Before I worked here, I had never left Cadia because of training and service."

She smiled. She was not a beauty, but Digris thought her smile was beautiful and contagious.

"I never left the slums outside Cadia during my childhood, and I never left that continent after I became a pilot. I used to love flying kites because I wanted to see what was above the clouds. Now, I can be with my new family, and at the same time, I can work while sailing on such a big ship in the star sea, and contribute to the construction of my new hometown. I feel proud and satisfied."

For some reason, a slightly sour but equally full ripple passed through the heart of the Chief Think Tank, and he nodded, "New hometown - have you found an imperial world willing to accept you? This is not easy. The Mechanicus may accept the population, but -"

"Forget about the adults of the Mechanicus." She frowned slightly and muttered, while signaling to Digris. The automatic walkway under her feet flashed blue light three times, and then stopped at the intersection of a fork in the road. "We will arrive if we walk in from here, sir."

"Why? The relationship between the Cadian Star Army and the believers of the Om Messiah should be pretty good."

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His ceramic steel boots did not make the usual obvious special footsteps when they stepped on the ground. There was a carpet in the center of the place. It was obviously a special accommodation area to prevent the noise from walking from disturbing the residents.

As they continued to move forward, the lights in the niches on both sides lit up automatically. Digris observed this area and was surprised to find that it was different from any imperial ship he had taken or any heretic ship that jumped on the boarding pot. There were almost no exposed cables and pipes of unknown use on both sides, and there was no faint smell of promethium and engine oil everywhere. The interior of the ship was so smooth and seamless, as if it had grown into a ship by itself with some naturally grown materials instead of being carved, riveted, and welded by craftsmen.

"Before we settle down completely," she guided Digris to a silver hatch. It didn't seem to have any handles to open or enter, but she pulled out a card from a small box on her waist, swiped it on a certain position of the door, and entered her own password on the keyboard that appeared, and then motioned Digris to come forward and say a random password.

"Please remember this password for yourself. You can enter the room with the card and password before getting off the ship. -Ah, at that time, a small number of people looked down on our new home and wanted to go to Agrippina's priests - I heard that Agrippina Forge World has always had a cooperative relationship with us, and then only a small number of these people escaped back in the end."

"What happened? I don't think the respectable priests of Agrippina will betray the empire. Their loyalty is obvious to all."

"Haha..." The pleasant smile disappeared from the corner of her mouth and turned into something more like a helpless or mocking smile. "The people who escaped said that many of them were left behind and changed to Agrippina was in urgent need of replenishing the skitarii, but more old, weak, women, children and too young White Shields failed to escape. Guess what became of them?"

A bitter and inevitable guess emerged from the back of Diglis's tongue. Damn it, he knew that the Om Messiah believers did sometimes lose too much human thinking, and thought that this would make them more convinced that flesh and blood were weak and weak. The Om Messiah who is closer to them... But in this case, it is too... Don't they understand that the empire and they also have a relationship of mutual prosperity and loss?

"I think you should have guessed that they made the people who could not escape into various servitors, and then when the superiors sent our ship to take other people to negotiate, they were quite surprised at first. Someone would actually negotiate with them for the sake of refugees. I still remember that moment. The bishop, who looked completely inhuman, said, 'That's because these Cadian refugees are eager for revenge, so we let them contribute the greatest loyalty they can to the empire! 'Okay, They are really loyal, and that’s one aspect of loyalty.”

She shrugged and placed the card in Diglis' palm, which was unusually large compared to hers.

"Please take it, sir. This is your identity certificate on the Enterprise, your pass, one of the room keys, the equipment in the room, the license to use the various fitness and entertainment facilities on the ship, and the dining certificate from the restaurant."

"So many?" The chief think tank was almost stunned for a moment by her matter-of-fact attitude. Is this really an imperial merchant ship? Will the Imperial merchant ships provide so many services to Astartes passengers?

"The size of your ship's facilities can be used by Space Marines? Can the restaurant also serve special food for Space Marines?"

"Of course, sir, why not?" Hannah seemed a little surprised and asked, "All our facilities are available to mortals and adults like you."

The Librarian of the Ultramarines pursed his lips, "In other words, there are other Astartes stationed here for a long time? Otherwise, I can't figure out why there are these additional facilities and items here."

"Ah, it's about this problem, sir." She glanced into the room. Diglis followed her gaze and saw an eye-catching clock with a strange style but with the "Warrior" brand logo popping out. The number eleven thirty.

"It's lunch time and the restaurant is open. Why don't you go and see it for yourself?"

It's true what you say.

At 11:40, Diglis held onto his staff and walked into the Enterprise's dining room.

At 11:42, the restaurant was quarantined and a crowd evacuation plan was initiated.

At 11:45, the damage control team, the mortal medical team and other departments arrived at the scene and began to record the testimonies of every combat participant present, especially the security escorts from the Emperor's Children who were the most emotional.

"He ran in without asking and burned my newly dyed hair! This was a serious injury! Do you know?! Serious injury! I only needed two weeks to grow after being split! But my hair grew bigger after he burned it. It takes half a year to regain such luster and length! I demand compensation for the mental damage! !