Warhammer: Start with a dog

Chapter 614: It is important to have a dog at the beginning

“He had a curiosity and ability to know how everything worked, and his knowledge and skills were so extraordinary and comprehensive—so evasive as they were practical.”

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Bang!

What's going on?

Bang!

Like steel striking stone.

Bang!

This sound is so loud.

Bang!

Now it sounded like... a bell.

The bells being rung.

Ramizane suddenly realized why this sounded familiar to him.

—Isn't this the sound of the miniature golden bell that Perturabo had been fiddling with?

That's right.

Perturabo!

laboratory!

Old man Huang turned into a pigeon!

White wishing chicken!

what happens?!

Oh no! Did the wishing chicken hear something in his heart without permission?

How can I arrange for others' wishes to come true when I don't even know what I wished for?!

A two-word classic Serbian curse came out from a vocal cord that was gradually becoming unfamiliar, through lips and tongue.

I should really follow Pepe's lead and stew the pigeon into soup and give a bowl to each of the wounded and sick patients. Maybe they can be resurrected immediately and transformed into Iron Warriors...

No, no, what is going on now?

He tried hard to concentrate, to "condense" and then "extend" his "perception" from the "chaos" and feel.

Hmm... I seem to be able to feel that I still have a head and limbs. But all the limbs feel heavy and out of control.

He felt dizzy, the kind of dizziness that spread from the back of his neck to the depths of his brain. His eyelids felt heavy, so heavy that he couldn't open them at all. His mouth couldn't open either, and his nose... uh... he should be breathing, right? Otherwise, he didn't know why he wasn't suffocating. It seemed that his lungs and heart were connected, but it was inexplicably strange.

The strange feeling of accelerated rotation and the colorful blocks and bands that gradually flashed before his eyes made him feel so nauseous that he wanted to vomit.

It felt like he was a rag doll thrown into a washing machine, with many other dolls and small things in it that were unclear but miscellaneous. He was being "rolled" with them, or like he was passing through a pipe behind some bloody mouth.

When will it stop?!

After this nauseating dizziness and tumbling lasted for who knows how long, a series of insights suddenly split his mind like a thunderbolt that split the primordial atmosphere.

【Your choice will determine her fate. 】

【You only have one chance.】

[The same is true of change, a flick of butterfly wings. ]

What does it mean? Ramizane couldn't speak, so he asked loudly in his mind, what does it mean?

[River. Just like throwing a stone into a river, the first stone will not cause any change to the river, but if there are more and more stones like this, the general trend of the water flow will quietly change under the calm river surface.]

Although I don't understand it very well, I seem to know what to do... Then who are you? Ramizane asked in his heart, who are you?

【I am a prophet. 】

【I am the last of the prophets.】

Why are you here? Is it Old Man Huang... Did the Emperor of Humanity come to ask you to come?

[The existence you speak of is not aware of my existence. ]

[As for... have you really forgotten why I showed up at this time? It seems that you keep your word and you really did it. ]

What the hell? You know me? We know each other?

[I can’t say we know each other. But it’s definitely not the first time we’ve met.]

So what will happen to me next?

[You will know when the rotation stops. ]

【Remember, you only have one chance to shape the fate of steel. 】

Wait, don't go! What do you mean? If we really knew you, we could at least give you a hint! Hey! Hey!

That consciousness began to move away, just like a person looking at the sea level after the setting sun gradually sinks into the sea, but before the last ray of light disappeared, a ray of news still came with the breeze.

【Olympia.】

...Olympia? River? Steel? Destiny? Wait... the ringing bell... [Gutai swearing], I'm not being pulled out to work overtime again, this time I have to appear in Olympia!

After realizing this, Ramizane's consciousness began to have an increasingly clear perception of his destination.

It is indeed Olympia, which means that time has been stretched again.

He realized that he could only start wishing that he was thrown out at a relatively good time.

The rotation began to slow down, and he could feel himself starting to fall as he lost some kind of holding force.

--I hope that no matter whether it was Old Man Huang's wishing chicken or the mysterious prophet who threw him here, they would be a little more human and not throw him out at a bad time - for example, he must not be thrown into a fatal time when Olympia has begun to burn and he opens his eyes to find that he is holding the recently deceased Califani in his hands.

Don’t ever be like that. Don’t ever be like that. Don’t ever be like that.

He shouted this in his heart, and then the spinning, dizziness and involuntary perception began to stop.

Although the person most likely responsible for the accident was the pigeon that the Unreliable King transformed into, it now seems that the Pigeon King at least still had some form of human nature and did not make his wish strange.

First, he smelled the air, which had the unpleasant smell of motor oil and burning candles or braziers - but no burning funeral pyres, no bolter and siege gun smoke and the blood of the dead filling the air.

Thank God, it seems that no matter what, he did not fall into the time point he feared the most - the time point when he suffered heavy losses in the war with Hrud, and then because of the death of Damikos, the rebellion backstabbed by the outbreak of dissatisfaction in Olympia, and finally chose to violently suppress his home planet, strangled his sister who approved of the rebellion of the home planet with his own hands, and was about to start working for Horus's nest of weird brothers again before he could leave with an empty mind.

But what time point is he at now, and who can tell him what the situation is here?

Ramizane tried to focus his vision.

He squinted his eyes and looked around furtively. His vision was still dim and blurry, but it was obviously getting clearer by the second, like a scope that was recalibrating its lens.

Even though he was a time traveler who had time traveled once before - but having a dog with him at the beginning, especially a smart dog like Perturabo, made a huge difference - he suddenly realized that the reason he was not so panicked before was because of Perturabo.

Will Perturabo be there this time?

Hearing is restored after the sense of smell.

He heard the creaking sound of delicate claws grasping the perch and the gentle friction of the flight feathers on the wing tips and the feathers on the tail.

Hmm? Could it be that he just moved for a moment and returned to the pharmacist's laboratory on the Destiny Steel?

There is also a smell of preservatives and biochemical liquid. Could it be that he really has come back?

His eyes widened in ecstasy.

“…”

Then he came face to face with three yellow round eyes of different sizes and heights floating on a brain that was suspended in a transparent armored glass tank and surrounded by spider-like multi-legged mechanical legs.

“…”

A series of curses in ancient Terran came out uncontrollably from the mouth of Ramizane's current body, echoing in the command deck on the steel bridge, sliding through the thin blade-shaped observation hole and dimly projected onto the steel sky with the Roman numerals and legion emblem of the Fourth Legion.

Iron Blood?!

"Primarch?"

His huge armored body was tottering. A few steps down the stairs, someone stepped forward as if wanting to support him as he stumbled, but hesitated and stopped one step away.

It was as if rashly touching Ramizarn's huge steel body at this moment might bring some unbearable serious consequences to the people who were helping him.

Ramizane suddenly realized that his line of sight was far higher than theirs, but level with the mechanical monster that had just scared him, so he stared at them - his heart stopped.

And he was wearing LOGOS.

However, this set of LOGOS, which was modified from the prototype of the Iron Cavalry Terminator, was far from being as comfortable and natural as when he first came here - this set of LOGOS was too heavy, rough and primitive in comparison, and its mechanical spirit was also confused, unable to understand what he meant well, nor could it help his physical movements well.

In comparison, if the clever LOGOS he wore on the Destiny Steel was like a combination of steel skin and instant motion exoskeleton, then this one was just a set of power armor and an ordinary mechanical sensing consciousness drive combination.

So, no surprise.

He couldn't regain his balance in front of two Archmagos of the Mechanicus, three Tridents, and everyone else, and - he missed his step.

“Bang!!!”

Another string of Guteran swear words flowed out smoothly.

Could this body still be the fragile mortal body? You can't play with it like this?!

He sat there, rubbing his legs and holding his waist, feeling the pain in several joints so severe that he could hardly stand up.

But these fools - from the two almost fleshless monsters in front of them wearing the black Odense Forge World Master's dress robes - damn, these oil guys really like to peel off their flesh as always! Only the brain is left! - And the three standing next to them are - at this time LOGOS finally transmitted the data to him through the cable inserted into the scalp in time - it's me... it's Perturabo's trident! How can you just watch your dad fall and no one comes to help him when he really falls? ! Think about how active Guilliman's stretcher team is! Ah! This is really comparing people, it's so annoying!

"What are you still standing there for?!" Out of a very simple feeling and because he knew that this was the Iron Blood, he felt strangely relieved, so he blurted out, "Help me up! Help me to the chair!"

His tridents looked at each other, but it was the First Captain and Chief Blacksmith Fricks who first boldly and bravely responded to the Iron Lord's call.

He stepped forward and cautiously attempted to use him as his father's crutch to lift Perturabo's huge, heavily armored body back to his feet.

Apparently Fricks's efforts had failed, for his Gene-Father grinned in a most expressive way and demanded that all three of them come over to help him up and slowly carry him to his command seat on the bridge.

"Yes, yes, don't put it down, wait, I'm sitting firmly, ouch [expletive], okay, okay, hiss - slow down! Stupid!"

Fricks's expression became increasingly cautious and even a little timid, but he was holding on to his Primarch's hand and his steps were still steady. The expressions on the other two's faces were obviously much more unpleasant to Ramizane's eyes.

Hackel and Gelgo.

He thought about the two names LOGOS had given him, and in his mind he tried to put them in the faces of the two unfilial sons as he shouted out in pain and asked them to summon the pharmacist.

At the same time, he glanced at the two Mechanicus representatives, whose names were also marked next to the "head". The one standing in the first one and seemingly communicating quickly with the six-legged mechanical sage next to him in the mechanical dialect of their world was none other than "Unbound" Kyros - the one who had just scared him - this form with only its brain floating in the glass jar really had no constraints, and had a kind of mechanical humor.

He heard the group of Om Messiah believers stationed in the Fourth Legion who were supposed to assist him in carrying out the war mission muttering about this unexpected accident. They thought that flesh and blood still limited the thinking and movement ability of the great Son of Om Messiah before them. The Lord of Iron should act according to the guidance of the Mechanicus and Om Messiah, instead of -

"That's enough. I'm telling you two, are you so direct when you're pointing fingers at people behind their backs? Have you ever considered that others can understand?"

Obviously, the two mechanical mages were still surprised by the fact that a human who looked like he had a high proportion of flesh and blood - even if he was a Primarch - could understand their high-speed binary mechanical dialect and speak to them in their Odense mechanical dialect.

"My lord," said Kyros, tilting his life-support armor glass jar forward 30 degrees, which was probably an apology bow, "We are indeed rude, so about the disagreement on the battle plan just now..."

"We'll discuss this later!"

"But……"

In the team behind them, there was a relatively short mechanical priest wearing a hooded robe who seemed ready to make a move.

But Ramizane, or rather Perturabo at this moment, was increasingly alerted by the intuition of this scene. What war was this? What critical moment was the war at? He did not have time to retrieve more information from LOGOS, because his brain was not as good as the original one, and he might have brought his mortal body with him.

More importantly - there was no Perturabo to tell him how to explain his behavior of falling down and letting his offspring help him up.

So he chose.

"No buts! I'm in a lot of pain right now. I fell down. All discussions must be put on hold until the pharmacist finishes the treatment. Go back and wait for my next summons."

The Mechanicus delegation was silent for a moment; they were communicating on some kind of band or electromagnetic frequency that even Perturabo could not understand.

Finally, they bowed to the Primarch together, then left the room on the command deck carrying the charts, sand tables, and other instruments they had brought with them.

"Now……"

Ramizane turned his gaze towards the three current Tridents who were beginning to become nervous once again.

"When you call the pharmacist over, you will begin reporting to me the current battle situation - time, location, list of personnel led, etc."

He said decisively, disconnecting the head cable that felt like it was going to explode when it was connected to the external sensor.