Warhammer: Start with a dog

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Lamizane rolled over unconsciously on his bed wrapped in quilt.

The indoor lighting is kept at a suitable darkness for sleeping.

Aharin had already lit the electric fireplace for his fathers before leaving the room. The decorative pine charcoal on the heating plate gave off a light fragrance of Lipana cedar with a slight metallic smell of mountain top rocks.

There are many documents, brushes, paints, various tools, half-made felt hangings and unfinished chess pieces placed on the large rectangular workbench behind the screen.

It is true that not only were the Scions Astartes designed to be life forms that could survive in extreme environments with very little rest to satisfy their needs for sleep, a Primarch, an unquestionable miracle of genetic engineering, was capable of continuous sleep. Work.

The bottom line of the pitiful rest time that the original body can push himself to the limit has been tested by a younger brother of his body in the future, but what does this have to do with Lamizane?

When a person feels that he needs to sleep for seven hours before he can think and do things normally, he must find a way to sleep for seven hours - Lamizane Carosini.

The original body's huge body stretched his legs, his back arched, and touched a warm and furry round thing. Well, this should be Pepe.

With this stable knowledge, the Fourth Primarch's body buried its head into the elastic pillow, and fell into the next round of deep sleep with satisfaction.

The firelight from the fireplace glowed peacefully, reflecting the large self-heating plush pillows on the bed.

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Destiny Steel

Pharmacist's new workshop

The life-support module placed in the medical module lobby is now empty.

After careful treatment by the pharmacists and apprentices, the wounded veterans who were lying in the pit at that time were discharged from the hospital and returned to their jobs with enthusiasm and motivation.

Therefore, the daily work focus of the pharmacist master and his apprentice has naturally returned to the creative and inquisitive scientific research track of the past.

Under the shadowless light, Emmenut, the supreme wizard of the Thousand Sons, who had removed all his power armor, was lying quietly on Honso's operating table.

Julius is not here, and the acting pastor seems to have some mission, but before leaving, he promised to come back as soon as possible to visit his teacher again.

"Master Hong Suo, I feel that our behavior this time is not appropriate."

Parogov handed a hemostat to his teacher, who was selecting a suitable descending incision with the help of a medical lens.

"No, no, little Nilaydoa, this is our respectable monk brother, Emmenut, about the research we are going to do next on the special properties of think tank-type gene seeds - on the properties of psychic energy. A great contribution to the subject of the importance and genetic laws of gene seeds."

Hong Suo's medical lens shimmered. He carefully separated the dense blood vessel network, subcutaneous tissue and muscles, and carefully moved the separated skin flap to one side. Deep in the angle between the bones, he had already seen the gene seeds. That special shape reflects the shimmer of the surgical lens.

"We should be proud of him and his donation, and make good use of this precious symbol of friendship."

The pharmacist apprentice promptly delivered trays and medical dressing gel.

"That's true, Master Honsou, but is it too cruel for us to accept the entrustment of Julius' care and extract his seeds while his teacher is unconscious?"

"Little Niraido, I am the head pharmacist of this Chapter. My authority allows me to perform medical treatment that I deem necessary on the battle brothers in the Chapter. Did I tell you?"

"Yes, teacher, I have no problem."

"Very well, hand me the long-nose pliers, I'm going to take them out..."

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In the last millisecond before dawn, the star map of the universe begins an irregular change that lasts for one millisecond.

The weaver with the greatest destiny tries to see through the constant reconstruction where the skein of thread is knotted this time.

Soothsayers and prophets, loyal or disloyal, exchanged in panic the language of the stars.

The signs, rules, and rituals are out of their proper place, and everything is a mess.

More people fell directly into madness or turned into a chaos egg.

The ritual operations carefully prepared by countless wizards have experienced unpredictable and incomprehensible deviations at this moment.

The fear monsters and the great demons screamed in the thousands of possibilities, and even the ever-changing demon king began to fail one after another in the extremely violent whirlpool of change in the crystal maze.

But the blazing flames covered everything, burning a millisecond of eternity to ashes.

Such great power has attracted the attention of all the gods in the kingdoms.

But the initiator did not leave any traces, and what was presented to the eyes of the gods was still the play being performed in front of the stage.

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"I am...a blink of memory, the ruins of a destroyed ivory tower, the daydream of a twisted broken person. I am -"

"Shhh."

The dog remained motionless and majestic.

"Keep your knowledge, but don't say the name, don't say who you are, remember, you are, but you are not Magnus."

"What?"

"If you want to be yourself, you can't be Magnus."

The giant's single eye met the border collie's bright eyes again.

The former moved his gaze aside in some escapism.

"You can be anyone, but you can't be Magnus."

Perturabo repeated in his electronic voice again, "I thought you were a smart guy, we're running out of time."

The echo of the Scarlet King seemed to have just woken up. He looked up and looked at the moon on the winged wall - it was slowly sliding towards the early morning, and the celestial sphere representing the sun on the other side was rising.

There is a grand consciousness that is revealed to him from the long river of time and space through this non-human figure who claims to be his fourth brother.

That was not the whisper of the ether, nor the elves of the vast ocean. Magnus suddenly realized that it was a sign that someone had forged with blood and iron from hundreds of millions of years of long and exhausting time.

"—before the sun rises—"

"—You will begin this journey—"

"—Escape from the Crystal Temple—"

"——One (ONE) transformed into two (TWO)——"

"——The great (MAGNUS) turns into the ordinary (MORTAL)——"

"——The fragrance of sinking water grows on the scarlet rose——"

"——At the end of the journey of a white horse but not a horse——"

"—It protects everything that is not false and has no pretense and sleeps in it—"

"—The only mortal body—"

"——The city that never falls——"

"——Claws flying freely——"

"——You will again——"

"—Great Again—"

Gua——

There are slight spoilers in these two chapters. If you don’t want to be spoiled, you can praise the author’s accomplishments in the Riddler’s cultivation——

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