Warhammer: Start with a dog

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In fact, not much had changed in the office they had come from.

Everything looked quiet, and there was no obvious damage, no signs of Chaos intrusion.

The Perturabo alias of Ramezane Kalosini was even still sitting in the same chair, right there, looking equally unharmed.

But the one still named Perturabo - and the one who smelled completely wrong - showed a very canine facial micro-expression, trying to restrain his lips from turning up to show his canine teeth, but the slight movement of his facial muscles still betrayed some of his instincts.

This is what the Primaris saw after hesitating for a moment and choosing not to leave Belisarius Cawl, who looked like a cooked and steaming iron oyster, alone with the Iron Guards next door, but instead dragging the motionless Archmagos back to at least the office.

Perturabo now looked like a wild animal on high alert, facing an unexpected and unfamiliar situation, stripped of the atmosphere that made people relax their vigilance in this room with only three awake creatures. Now, what remained was a thing of such pure anger, rage and killing instinct concentrated in a physical prison called Logos, and the desire to destroy everything equally was even purer, stronger, more emotionless and fairer than any servant of the Blood God he had killed.

A kind of enlightenment came to his mind, shaking the mind of the Primaris Prime: for the being in front of him, the end of life in the entire galaxy was an option that could be achieved and not unacceptable. All life, no matter how noble, all existence, is equal.

His master Cawl did not lose unfairly at all.

The Primaris Prime knew Cawl too well.

He probably felt that this small paradise-like territory was governed and built in such a gentle and meticulous way, which made the great sage think that this ruler might be better at agriculture, art and construction, and more likely to be a simple and hardworking defensive character, and most likely willing to listen to the prisoner's eloquent defense before punishing him, so he performed his usual dramatic and adventurous behavior in front of him so straightforwardly.

To put it bluntly, he thought that the other party was good-tempered and reasonable, and even if he was caught, he should be easy to talk and get away, so he planned to make a Jedi counterattack according to the convention and steal and complete a big drama, but he didn't expect that the other party was not such a person at heart, so Kaur suffered such a big setback.

As his early work and assistant for thousands of years, Shouzhu knew very early that although Kaur's boldness and arrogance had given him so many achievements, he would one day make him fall, because although Kaur himself didn't think so, Shouzhu always believed that Kaur was not immortal.

Obviously, today is a good day to realize this.

"What's wrong?" The man behind the desk blinked at them, his ice-blue eyes, his body full of coordination, charm and strength.

The genetic code that the ancient compiler had compiled into the flesh and blood of the Primarch was so beautiful and flawless, completely different from the patchwork, crude and ugly imitations of second-rate tinkers that created the Primarch and his eternal pain.

The Primarch was undoubtedly beautiful and in line with human common sense. Compared with his elegantly elongated and widened skull structure, the Primarch remembered his own face that he had often glimpsed in the cold steel bedroom or on the reflective surface of Cawl's experimental equipment.

This was a broad skull that elongated the facial features, a plain and boring face, covered with countless surgical scars that were cut and sutured, and various scars left by thousands of years of exploration and battle. His facial features were by no means ugly, but they seemed unrefined, plain and rough.

If the face of the Primarch makes mortals feel oppressive and horrified, but also makes them feel exquisite and balanced, then the face of the Primaris is like the draft of the Primarch - just like when a great artist carves those immortal statues, he will first carve a practice or trial work out of a piece of not-so-good stone. At first glance, it seems to be the same, but it is much more sloppy and rough. From the second glance, people can't help but frown, thinking that this face is more like a monster that needs to be modified.

The Firstcast is undoubtedly such a work of Belisarius Cawl, full of leftover errors and places that need to be modified but have not been modified, as well as the persistent pain and instability they cause that cannot be removed by drugs. Because his pain starts from the omissions in the genetic code, rather than ordinary physical pain, they are always and more intense. The Firstcast has actually become accustomed to killing, fighting, walking, cooperating with tests or sleeping in pain. Although it still hurts when sleeping, his brain modification does not care about this. His brain can rest as needed to complete Cawl's design function.

It cannot be denied that the Firstcast was designed very, very carefully. As a work of genetic engineering, he was designed perfectly by the Great Magus in terms of practicality and functionality. This is also the reason why he has been able to serve and be competent as Cawl's warrior and assistant for thousands of years. Most of the time, he can be sent out alone to deal with tasks that require a whole team of Space Marines to complete, or even more.

Although Calle sometimes tries to say some strange things to him, for example, suddenly claiming that he thinks he is as important as Qiu Fo after the conversation, it will only make the first cast of the first cast on a stronger and more intense. Helping and anger, the kind of life he must go through every Qiu Buddha that he was created has been accepted from sympathy to numb -but he also cannot resist his owner and manufacturer. Write due to due diligence and loyalty.

Although these ideas seem to come one after another, in the actual time flow rate, the consumption is just a moment of sight.

The shape of the pair of ice -blue eyes changed. He was smiling, and the original first realization realized that not only did Puturabo, which looked completely stimulated, but also towards himself.

"You can see that you want him to die, why don't you just let him die?"

His Asian space vision was completely suppressed, so he could only see that the person in reality raised his fingers and pointed at the unity of the unknown sage who was lying at the foot of the first cast.

The head of the original cast tightened his lips.

He did have many times and many times that he hoped that Corch died. Perhaps his endless fighting and work obligations could end.

He is a monster himself, and so is Calle.

The first casting imagined that the death of 10,000 years of death in Belica Kur was finally coming. At this moment, it is not a grand, dramatic, and well -known genius and artist that the great sages have been expecting. The end of the end of the end is the endless and silent death of a failed thief and the deception.

And he finally realized that he did not expect this happened as he was.

Just as the first of the original cast, I realized the complexity and confusion of their hearts, and the people behind the desk turned to Petula BC.

“为什么不过来呢？佩图拉博？你怎么了？”这个人说高哥特语的声音恰到好处的优雅，甚至还带着一点点些微的口音，显示出一种无形的亲近，甚至让佩The Turbo BC feels a real sense of familiarity, but there is no kind of natural laziness.

"Who are you?"

The border shepherd is sitting in his own cockpit. All the instrument lights and screens around the surrounding areas are constantly flashing. His ears are tightened, tightly attached to his head, his lips move from time to time, and his nose moves at a high speed. His mane exploded from the neck to the back line, his hind limbs were tight, and his paws had been deeply grasped into the soft cushion.

"I am me." The opponent said in a language that had never been heard in the first cast, "I am Lamazanne Carlosini, and Petrabo."

For a moment, the pressure in the entire room was light.

He took a breath from his own lung bottom -he only found that he had not even dared to breathe until now.

But apparently the one next to him is not a good object.

"Really?" Petrabo BC raised his point of the documents and debris that was obviously chaotic on the desk because of the movement. Various gadgets rolled down on the ground displayed this desk. What did happen?

"What happened to this? You just fainted? What happened? Belica Ryliu Cobar suffered a serious overload and anti -baying, what do you want to say about this?"

"Although I want to declare that I can be responsible for this, I regret it, I know nothing about it. As you said, I just seem to lose a little sense of consciousness. When I wake up, I have already Sitting here "The person behind the desk shrugged. "What's wrong with him?"

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

"Nothing, he is familiar, scattered, burned, ending. Unless someone wants to save him."

Petulabo did not relieve his desire to eliminate his desire. He just hid them better under the shell. The first cast was aware of it, and at the same time realized that he might see that the last decisiveness before the universe's life disappeared. dialogue.

Maybe you don't need to consider the problem of saving Kohl? They can die here at this time, so that they do not violate the gene code that he does not allow self -harm.

In the heart that the first cast was always tortured by pain and even flashed a trace of relaxation of this idea.

"He probably still ..." When he said this, the blue eyes turned his head to cast his head to the first Cobar at his feet.

The first cast suddenly felt a "empty", just like his composition, his past, his future, his pain and all secrets were relentlessly removed, decomposed, spread out, and flattened. Showing this eye, as long as he is willing, he will be able to "say" the whole person. The first cast does not know what the power is. He cannot define it with any words, but he has obtained The strong talent made him vaguely aware of this horrible.

"Hmm ... Calle's brain can be summarized if you are illegally enhanced ... This brain is like a whole palace built by illegally built on a bungalow ... It is true and capable that the ability is true. It is losing all nerve synapses, and the links stored with external storage can still be adhered to up to 22 seconds. After this time, it cannot be anchored, and the entire existence will begin to drift. You have to re -construct a brain and plug back. "

"Reconstruct? But his brain is already 90% mature, and is now dissolving and releasing lipids," said another Perturabo, but he stood still and did not move closer to the desk. "Where can you find a backup of his brain with such a special structure? The protocol of creating something out of nothing can only be used once, and now it is impossible to create something out of nothing."

Wait, how do you know that I must want to save him? Perhaps giving up his treatment would be better for him, me, Qiu Fo and others...

"Aha. Primaris. Well... I can understand why you want to remove the tube from your old father... Cor is a little better at raising a son than someone, but it's just a little bit, no more. But there is one thing that is better than him, at least his division has not reached that level."

As if reading his mind, the pair of ice-blue eyes swept across his neck and chest again, "That's right, unfortunately, although the family wants to remove the tube and give up treatment, Cor cannot die, at least not now, and cannot die here. He still has his important tasks to complete. Originally, there was a backup that followed Malcador to Macragge to prevent this situation, but it has been deleted. Unfortunately, because the fate line there is a little stronger than calculated, it really can't fit the backup. Given that no one thought of the problem that the port is not used but not actually offline-this is indeed a new blind spot."

What is he talking about?

"Don't mind, I'm just talking to myself. - Now it's true that we can't create something out of nothing, but how do you know that I can't find a new brain for Belisarius Cawl himself?"

"As far as I know, he really likes to run around the galaxy, adventure, and build Primaris Space Marines. At the same time, he fills up the cellars of various planets like a squirrel storing food for the winter, and then forgets about them after filling them up. But since he can't find them himself, how can you find them? You can't even dig them out of his own memory. Besides, there will only be inorganic substances and mechanical carriers such as the outer storage chip that are easy to preserve. Although he is arrogant and arrogant, he would not be so confident to preserve his wetware brain in such an environment."

"Who said to dig into his brain?" The person behind the desk said, "Well... Let me call up the data and see... Check it out... Oh, as I thought, indeed, good treasures can be found in the dusty warehouse. I found it. Look."

He turned the data board on the table towards them.

The First Casting looked and saw the name of a planet.

Bella Kahn.