Warhammer: Start with a dog

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The countdown to the expedition fleet’s departure is on the third day.

"From all the signs so far, we are still rebelling even though we haven't said anything. I mean, our fleet is heading to Nikaea this time. According to the notice that has been issued, we may need to fight against more than one legion of battle brothers. This was unimaginable before. I mean, the legionnaires are attacking each other."

"Yes, are you scared?"

"If you're going to insult me ​​with that term, 'lucky one,' I'm going to invite you to the gladiatorial cage to see your misfortune."

"I will accept our deaths with peace and pride, if that is what my father would have wished." Urdek, dressed in a coarse linen robe adorned with plate armor and chain mail, stood up from the war chess board in the Masonic Hall.

His hand casually pushed aside a pile of wooden blocks representing soldiers and vehicles that he had just simulated with his opponent, causing them to pile up into a small hill.

"That's certainly what you would have said in the past, 'lucky' Urdek, but I thought you would have wanted to stay active for a while, and see if you could get a foot in the warsmith while your father still remembers you."

"This is indeed what I wish for. If the Father of Genes is willing to give me such an opportunity, I will do my best in this position and live up to his expectations of me."

"Then you said when we were setting out that you would rather die in battle? If you die, you can't do anything, brother." The captain opposite him grinned. If it was before, Urdek would say that he made a vicious and sarcastic smile, but now, the commander of the Sublime Steel would rather choose the word "tease" to describe the other party's tone and smile at the moment.

"Wouldn't you like to?" Urdek waved his hand towards the brightly lit hall and drew a circle in the air - since the serious illness of the Lord of Iron was known to everyone, the tradition of communication here that was originally thought to be suspended was unexpectedly asked to continue by the Primarch himself.

In the four corners with warm and dim lights, there are scattered bookshelves, tool tables and tea tables. This is a corner where everyone can spend time with permission, not just senior officers.

On these shelves are some encyclopedias, reference books, as well as some poetry collections, topic collections and manuscripts prepared for them by the local residents of Olympia, as well as paint racks, pen holders, brush washing buckets, grinding and cutting tools and other items.

There were several Iron Warriors concentrating on using their workbenches to polish the small statues in their hands, carving faces and painting them, although in every way they looked like their genetic father; and on the tea table surrounded by comfortable chairs were some three-layer ceramic steel dessert plates, on which were placed Astartes-specific supplementary foods carefully prepared by the chefs in the newly established Iron Blood mess hall using mortal ingredients as flavor embellishments.

On the individually lit candles in the porcelain holders, enamel kettles were now warming pots of tea made from tanned and semi-fermented leaves that the Lord of Steel had brought with him from the clouds of the Olympian mountains. The unique flavor of these drinks from home, which was a mixture of milk, orchids and gardenias, was now lingering in the entire space.

"Look at what it is like here now, look at how all the battle brothers here are now at peace outside the battlefield, touch your first heart and tell me, brother." Urdek said sincerely, "After being forced to abandon them for so long, I am so happy to see that our human part has returned to us again. Humanity has well balanced our rational part and guided our minds, so that we don't have to feel empty and nothing outside of fighting and digging trenches. Shining scientific inspirations and exquisite works of art are born in our legion every day more than the day before. The same is true for our father. The light of love as a father and guide is surrounding his head. Madness and disease have not caused any damage to his iron body, but have made him a crown of virtue on his forehead. I only hope that all the gods of Olympia will protect this place at this moment."

His voice deepened.

"Now, for me, this is this beautiful dreamy moment that I am willing to fight and die for."

"It would be a great blessing for me to die in these good times, at my father's command, for him, the Legion, Olympia, and for ourselves, knowing at my last moment that I am a loved son and that our father loves everyone in our homeland. Brother."

His brother looked at him and nodded slowly and carefully.

"you are right."

"So do I, brother."

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Twenty-third week after the expedition fleet left Olympia.

And it was the eighth second after safely sailing through the waves of the physical universe and the subspace for twenty-two days, nine hours and seven minutes.

As the ever-changing blue, purple, pink and green plasma and energy flames bloomed like fireworks in the lifeless void, the unique and graceful silver-white ramming bow of the Iron Blood tore through the curtain formed by the distant starry sky near the Nikea galaxy and leaped into the physical universe.

After this beautiful and powerful Queen of Glorious class battleship patrolled the vicinity with an overly cautious and stealthy method that would shock the uninformed, and found no signs of other fleets or human activities, it placed a more precise warp guidance beacon on Mandeville Point.

After the Iron Blood gracefully cruised far enough away from the beacon, the ships that jumped out according to this guidance did not stop for several hours.

Of the thousands of ships in the two expeditionary fleets, about 80%* came this time, and the rest served as the Olympia Planetary Defense Fleet, led by Urdek and his Sublime Steel as the flagship. This officer was also responsible for listening to Kelly Fanny's advice and helping Ramizane protect Perturabo's home world.

Afterwards, the most flexible and fastest ships in the 124th and 125th expedition fleets followed the orders of the Lord of Iron, and all the ships were almost silent, hiding their bodies and conducting reconnaissance near the unnamed galaxy where the world of Nikea was located and its surrounding galaxies.

Reports indicate that this was a lucky break, and the time the Lord of Steel decided to risk in order to gain travel time was well worth it.

They must have arrived early.

Because reconnaissance showed that in the unnamed galaxy where Nikea was located, there were only a small number of Mechanicum working warships carrying out special stabilization work on a newborn planet in the galaxy that seemed to have not yet completely stabilized its geological activities. Apart from that, there were no large-scale and well-recognizable Emperor's Vision and other Imperial fleets, nor were there any obvious signs of the arrival of fleets from other legions.

However, some legions may be exceptions.

"Have you detected any signs of the Space Wolves coming?"

"Yes, sir." The officer who came to report saluted again respectfully. "According to the database search results distributed to the fleet based on previous battle records, those are two ships belonging to the First and Fifth Companies of the Space Wolves. Although they disappeared very quickly and seemed to want to shake off the pursuers, there is more than an 86% chance that they did not discover us and were just doing the prescribed evasive action."

Space Wolves.

The first and fifth Dalian.

Ramizane was not actually that familiar with the VI Legion, the Space Wolves - unfortunately, because with the number of Astartes Legions alone reaching as many as eighteen, it would be difficult for a Seris librarian to delve into all of them. At least without the help of LOGOS, he would not mistake the alien races and types of heretics, nor would he mistake the emblems of each legion and could recognize more than half of the chapters - to be honest, that was pretty good.

The Space Wolves on Nikaea...

He began to search for memories of his past when he was missing limbs.

He felt that he must have read something related to this in a quick glance, but now he had no way to check it for comparison.

He had to try hard to recall more details, because this was not a prophecy, Ramizarn was sure, it was some kind of established fact, so any detail was much more important and helpful than a prophecy.

However, in the eyes of others and the Primarch's Trident, Perturabo's body seemed to be in a kind of abnormal morbid stupor: his ice-blue eyes hardly blinked, his gaze was empty and no one knew where he was looking in the void, he seemed to be deaf to the sounds and colors around him, as if he was trapped in some kind of self-enclosed illusion.

Fricks quietly winked at the door, and Soraka, who had been waiting there, nodded slightly. The recorder lens above the pharmacist's eyepiece was concentrating on staring at every different sign of illness their father showed, recording and comparing them.

"I know!" Suddenly, the pale muscles that were stiff as if they were lifeless regained their rosy red color, and the light like melted snow returned to the ice-blue eyes. "I know! The First and Fifth Companies! So the Third Company hasn't arrived yet!"

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The Lord of Steel said jubilantly, "It's already early. The situation is much better than I expected. I can use one of my original plans to use a more sophisticated landing and infiltration plan instead of directly engaging in a head-on battle."

The senior officers looked at each other.

No, Dad, you told us such scary things before, we all thought you were determined to start a rebellion, but you brought us and the fleet here, we thought you were going to ambush your father, the Emperor, and behead him when he entered the system, isn't that right? Can you really succeed in a rebellion without a thorough rebellion like this?

To this, Ramizane would reply: I just want to do something practical to try to save a stupid brother, but I'm not really stupid.

Now the great action of a certain thirty-year-old Sagittarius Prime has not yet begun. The Imperial Army, fleet, Astartes Legion and Mechanicus have not experienced division and civil war. They are well-organized, numerous and still have combat effectiveness.

We, the Iron Warriors, only have one legion of our own. Not only do we have the problem of aging equipment, but with so little time available, no matter how many people or ships we have, can we ever outnumber the other legions that have joined together?

If you give me five hundred years to build a new Olympia with eight hundred worlds, I think I can fight. Otherwise, how can I fight the other primarchs of the legions who will come with me this time? I remember very clearly that in addition to the Space Wolves on Nikaea, there are definitely three other legions: the Emperor's Children, the Blood Angels and the Death Guard. If I fight with my current combat skills and physical condition, and Fulgrim and Sanguinius bounce back to help the Iron Blood, what can I use to fight them? I will fight with my head? Even if I fill you up, you are not enough for them to kill!

So this time I brought you here not to start a war, but to help me escape unscathed. As for why I didn't come alone? That's because I don't trust Huang Laoden's credibility. I'm afraid that if I come alone, Huang Laoden will really sink the Iron Blood and kill the four sons in Nikaia.

A kind of mocking sound and a kind of coughing sound came from the other side of distant time and space.

"Besides, even if our warmaster holds power and intends to rebel, he must first make various preparations for winning over, purging, and unexpected killings."

From the other side of distant time and space came the sound of muffled curses and more coughing.

"So, as smart as I am, I foresaw that this might happen. Not only did I make a plan for it, I also trained our secret weapon in advance."

Following the Iron Lord's triumphant voice, an Iron Warrior stepped out from behind the senior officers, walked forward and knelt before the Primarch.

He looked neither a war smith with a proud record of distinction, nor a decorated company commander or a senior officer skilled in logistics.

But his appearance surprised everyone except the Primarch.

Until he was summoned by the Primarch, everyone in the command room was almost unaware of his existence.

Chief Trident suddenly realized this terrible thing.

He immediately used his naked eyes, optics and other monitoring instruments to scan the corner where the Iron Warrior had just been, but apart from the wall, there was only a statue of the Twin Olympian Gods carved from basalt and obsidian. He remembered that it was a statue that the Lord of Iron had made casually in the past. Apart from that, there was no object or mechanism that could provide shelter for a man of his size.

The Lord of Steel obviously took in all of their subtle reactions and felt satisfied.

"With him, my secret plan will go extremely smoothly. However, my plan almost entirely depends on you. Do you understand that you will be facing a gathering of the most powerful human individuals in the entire galaxy?"

"I understand. My Lord. I will do my best. I swear on my soul that every ounce of my strength will be dedicated until your wish is fulfilled, my lord. Please believe in the results of my special training over the past year, father. If I were not confident in my ability, I would rather end my life before the operation began than let the plan generated by my existence have any chance to put you in danger. Iron on the outside, iron on the inside. Iron becomes strength, strength becomes determination; determination casts faith, faith is like iron. I will never fail in this prayer."

At this time, Fricks squeezed out a surprised sound from his throat to this unexpected person.

"Soltarn vo Bron?"