Warhammer: Start with a dog

Chapter 590 Office before six o'clock

Chapter 590 Office before six o'clock-

At five forty-eight, Robert Guilliman was already sitting behind his desk.

On the desk opposite him was only Perturabo, who looked full of resentment, reminding Guilliman of the Iron Warriors Primarch he had rarely seen ten thousand years ago. Magna Dorn and Fulgrim Pallas were not present today.

This was because Ramizane had somehow persuaded Perturabo to allow the two of them to learn how to work in the afternoon every day, and to study various other subjects in the morning - mainly by reading the library's collection, and also to participate in some racing or hunting. However, Fulgrim was suspected of running too hard to the armory - to be honest, Guilliman's attitude towards Fulgrim Pallas was quite subtle now.

First of all, although Ferrus Manus and the "possible in another time and space of Fulgrim" both returned to Medusa at the junction of the Segmentum Obscurus and the Segmentum Pacificus, and although they also explained to Guilliman how they brought the clone Fulgrim out of the ship laboratory of a fallen descendant of the Phoenix, he was indeed undoubtedly Fulgrim in the flesh, and the several members of the Phoenix Guard who followed him here also needed to go to the infirmary regularly to receive treatment for the residual effects of their past.

But in Guilliman's view, he also had impressive silver hair and lavender purple eyes, ivory statue-like white skin, natural elegance and perfection, and every move that could attract people to watch and be attracted by him, but after being together for a short time, he really couldn't regard him as Fulgrim at all.

First, Fulgrim Pallas's skin did not show the perfect luster of the Fulgrim he once knew, which was carefully maintained by essential oils and other things. Instead, it showed signs of being frequently damaged by trace amounts of steam, radiation, or other harmful substances commonly found in workshops and then repaired by skin care products, indicating that he spent a lot of time in armories, reactors, hangars and similar places;

Second, his beautiful hair was not always carefully maintained like Fulgrim's, which looked very natural but might have been strictly checked a hundred times before leaving the room, or like Sanguinius, who always had countless servants and descendants eager to serve him and dress him up in the most sacred and perfect way in their minds; he just tied it into a ponytail or a casual folded hair with whatever he could find in the morning, and it was obviously not to show his perfect neck but purely to avoid blocking his sight or getting his hair caught in it when he was working.

The reason why he was sure of this was because Guilliman himself had seen the young Fulgrim use his hair up at least twice, using a screwdriver that he had pulled out and a cable rubber removed from a mechanical device. Although it did not damage his beauty in the eyes of others, this was not a level of carelessness about appearance in the Third Legion, but a terrible and decadent act.

No wonder the chief of the Phoenix Guard named Flavius ​​looked like he had lost his parents but still got up early every day to wait faithfully outside the bedroom of the young Phoenix. Guilliman doubted that if the chief of the guard had not rushed in fifteen minutes in advance every day, he would have seen Fulgrim Pallas one day, who had a buzz cut close to his scalp and wore black power armor for the convenience of grooming. Wait, does this look familiar?

He thought about deleting the image of "Ferrus's power armor with Fulgrim's head on top" from his memory, and then leaned back in a comfortable office chair. This Primarch-engineered office chair was provided by Perturabo. It was originally very comfortable and different from the hard and cold chairs and thrones in the Empire that were gorgeous, expensive, and full of various divine sustenance.

Guilliman ignored Perturabo's increasingly gloomy face as usual, and personally made several improvements to it that were more suitable for him, making this chair one of the chairs in his hundreds of years of waking life second only to the chair in his childhood.

To be honest, although Hongso's preface laid the groundwork, the Thirteenth Primarch now began to feel whether his misunderstanding of Perturabo in the past was really too deep. At least from the several conversations between Ramezane and him, he opened up some new perspectives to look at the past and the overall situation. Sometimes just an unintentional sentence can make his excellent brain start to deduce more new paths, and he benefited a lot from this.

Guilliman asked himself, perhaps ten thousand years ago they were all too confident, arrogant and aggressive. Even someone like him who claimed to be humble did not deeply realize that Dorn's repeated concessions were not a sign of weakness or voluntary submission to others. On the contrary, Ramezane reminded him that Dorn's actions now often seemed to be the words and deeds of a mature leader, because his sincere pursuit of a greater goal ultimately allowed him to overcome his mundane, low-level, personal desires, driving him to accomplish things he was unwilling to do.

This is easy to say now, but when Lamizane said as a matter of course, "If you put yourself into Dorn's mood and situation at that time, you will feel...", something that no one dared to remind him before cannot be questioned. Suddenly broke into his heart, perhaps due to the relationship between appearance and precocious wisdom, the Primarchs actually In essence, there has been almost no such casual communication and being asked to think with another person's thoughts - just like Lamizane said, they used to be brothers and family members, but they are also competitors, and the competitive relationship is in the family. In essence, it exists, and it will not be reduced by the veil of family affection.

"To ordinary people, this may just be who the parents favor more, and who's favorite dishes are cooked more times... But your family really has a throne to inherit, and your family's empire happens to be based on When the star region and the Milky Way were the size,” they were also sitting In the office, while they were drinking a thick porridge soup invented by his fourth brother, which was milky white and added a lot of flavor nutrients to "warm the stomach" together during the break between work, Lamizane said casually, "Then the Emperor has no family."

The speaker was unintentional, as if this was just the most popular and widespread truth, but the listener was intentional. Certain parts of Guilliman's mind were born to think uncontrollably and automatically. He thought a lot.

However, what made it easier for Guilliman to accept was that Lamizane also believed that some of Perturabo's actions during the Great Crusade were indeed too personal, intense and sharp, but he also had to admit that if he really wanted to If he took the scale carefully, Perturabo's behavior was not particularly bad among the brothers. On the contrary, some of them were not particularly good at it. The expectations for Peturabo were too high or they asked for too much, but they failed to realize that unilateral demands were unsustainable and could remind them - but when they continued to discuss, Petura Beau began to interrupt their conversation with sneers and sniffs on the topic, saying that they might as well consider what they wanted to eat for dinner, which was a more permanent topic.

Can ten thousand years of life experience and war really change a person so much? Guilliman sometimes felt as if he was still in King Konnor's court. The next moment, Ms. Yodon would walk out of the office door, holding a scroll, and Aonid Hill would stand one step behind her. The place is holding his favorite butter snack. His fourth brother is called Lamizane. It really took him back to the days before the Great Crusade in a trance - Guilliman couldn't help but start to wonder whether after ten thousand years of experience, he would become so willing to look at the entire universe. It's really inconvenient to look at it - it means that I can be physically divided into two halves.

Anyway, it's good that this chair is now extremely comfortable and healthy, because they now spend a lot of time sitting in their respective office chairs every day, except for the one in the center bed who is working with a bed push table - right in front As soon as his ankle improved in a few days, the man immediately announced that he would go with Perturabo to walk around Port Wandering to see the progress of the project.

In his own words - "I'm almost growing mushrooms from lying down! I'm going to see our blueprint become reality. Oh, this is real. You draw a picture and they build it for you! I really want to see it. Look at the new changes in the built areas! ”

And because everyone took it for granted that the illusory "Bitfoot Plague" could not cause a great primarch who had already had his feet broken again, even Perturabo did not stop him.

So now, Lord Lamizane is gloriously lying back on the hospital bed due to the recurrence of severe pain in his ankle caused by excessive exercise, and he is given a gift from the pharmacist master who is so busy that it makes the dome of the office tremble, right? The roar of the patient who followed the doctor's orders echoed in the office: "When I said 'stay in bed as much as possible'! Sir!!! You'd better understand the meaning of every word!!!! This is not for you to just stay in bed!" It’s time to rest!”

The finished coffee cup was placed in his hand. Alharin, the last of Perturabo's trident, appeared silently on Guilliman's right side and took the coffee cup away silently.

At first, the Thirteenth Primarch was not used to his brother's descendant being so elusive and silent, but then he discovered that the cooperation between himself and the Trident Aide was actually quite smooth. Just like now, he was looking at the other party's face. The figure nodded, "Next, we just need to condense it, don't add snacks, and send here the information about the movements of Calisis and the aliens in the surrounding star areas in the past thousand years."

The squire saluted him, touched his heels with his boots, and left.

Then Guilliman lowered his head and began to deal with the documents in front of him that had become thick due to his four-hour rest. Since he arrived here, the micro-matter that Perturabo needed to deal with has been visibly reduced. Being able to maintain the continued operation of certain accounts on a macro scale when one's wetware efficiency declines. And Guilliman was surprised to find that he had become the de facto executive officer of civil affairs and some military operations in this galaxy group. Although the total military power they could actually mobilize was not much, this trusting attitude still made him Quite touching.

So while he was immersed in dealing with the flourishing affairs here, the Thirteenth Primarch did not notice that the two "reborn Fourth Primarchs" lying and sitting in the center of the office were exchanging words with each other. Wink and have a spiritual conversation.

[Uh...what happened at the chapel? what happened? Didn’t it mean that Sigismund had been sent to deal with it before? I can’t imagine what he hasn’t dealt with for so long. Why is Vannas even sent here now? Now only Aharin is still in the office. I found out when I asked him this morning. 】

[...] Perturabo bared one of his teeth, and the attendant who was sorting out documents felt a chill down his spine in the armor of his cavalry Terminator.

[Strictly speaking, there are no serious presiding priests there after Robert and the others disappeared. Pastors Li Kaiwen and Geratos are now active in and around the Wandering Port all year round. Iron...the battle monks retained on the Destiny Steel There weren't many of them, and they rotated frequently, so I thought they were mostly vacant. Uh...why is the auspicious device there also turned off? 】

[Those are just normal damages. ] The border collie said roughly in his heart, [It’s just that it hasn’t been replaced with a new one yet. 】

[Is it really necessary to redeploy more manpower? This is our flagship. 】

[No need, Sigismund and Vannas can handle some of the remaining problems caused by the disturbance caused by the opening of the great rift during the subspace voyage. 】Perturabo's plush tail coiled guiltily at his side. Fortunately, Lamizane couldn't see it from this angle.

[You just need to lie down and read today, and take care of your legs first. Otherwise, if something unexpected happens, you won’t even be able to squat down, hold your head, and let LOGOS shoot freely because of the pain in your feet! 】

When the border collie said this, he was so angry that he was so angry that he successfully used his justified responsibility as a weapon to throw at Lamizane, attracting the other party's attention, [My body of steel was destroyed by you like this. ! Now, although Guilliman and others don't say it, they all feel that my body is as fragile as porcelain! My face has been lost! ! ! 】

[Uh, this, I will try my best to cooperate with the treatment... But as the original body, the pressure exerted by your own weight on the ankle is terrible. Hong Suo has not researched the reason. This should not be a problem on the ordinary physical level. ...It’s not common sense that it hurts when you wear outer armor! 】

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【snort! 】

A series of communication sounds interrupted the communication between them. Lamizane picked up the data pad and a name appeared on it.

"Huh...? Oops! It's him! Let him in quickly!"

Guilliman, who had a curved crown around his forehead, raised half of his face in confusion from the work at hand, and saw that his brother's face turned very...indescribable for a moment, and as the Primarch of the Ultramarines, he rationally A rare and extremely bad intuition suddenly arose in his mind.

"What's the matter? Who is it? Which distinguished guest makes you so excited, my brother."

"Varro Tigris," the other party replied, "the greatest psychic master and prophet among your descendants." He said, "From Macragge across the galaxy and the Crimson Road, wouldn't you like to meet him? See him?"

So at six o'clock, before the chief think tank could see clearly what he looked like when he landed in the hangar, he was teleported directly outside the chapter leader's office.

He stared at the two honor guards who wore coats that looked very much like the "Silver Skulls" Chapter but reminded him more of an ancient legion for a long time.

A Terminator dressed as an archon walked out. He had unique genetic characteristics, but because it was so incredible, Diglis thought it might be a coincidence.

"Come with me, the adults are coming to meet you."

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