Warhammer: Start with a dog

Lamizane finally sat down in his seat again in full armor before the 300th second after breakfast, and drank the remaining Reka coffee in one gulp.

A little cold, he thought.

Although this change in temperature does not mean anything to his current body, he still maintains the small habits and preferences of a human in all aspects, and Perturabo has criticized this but has never There was no major opposition.

When more than a dozen large and small sensors installed on LOGOS were sending out dangerous warnings or predictions to Lamizane in different ways at the same time that they detected the approach of special psychic targets, he knew that Perturabo told him to The person waiting has arrived.

He turned his attention to the door of the office. It was also made of multi-layered special composite materials with runes on the interlayer. The surface of the door was covered with a layer of decorative hardwood produced in Tannis. The door leaf with simple carved frame lines was made of gold. There is no other decoration than the handle and the silver skull carving.

Both Soltarn and Dassadra had suggested that such a door would be too plain and simple for a visitor preparing to see the Primarch, and not magnificent enough for the office of the noble Primarch, but Lamy Zane and Perturabo both thought it was pretty good.

[Look at the terrifying aesthetics of the old skeleton and the more expectations people have for it. This subtle idea is not immune even in the eyes of fear - some are even more complicated. It is difficult not to think that Even the traitors still suffer from their influence to this day. 】

Lamizane remembered Perturabo's sharp comments on this, and couldn't help but bring a smile to the corner of his mouth.

The door made the sound of the doorknob being turned.

It was a very personal meeting, so there was no one else in the reception space but the Iron Ring Guards.

He had sent Vanus in advance to guard the shadows outside the door in order to stun and arrest any stalkers that tried to approach here from another dimension, be they birds or mammals or something else.

The Lord of Steel raised his slightly smiling face and faced the person who walked in at this moment.

"Well----!!!!!!"

The psychic consultant's whole body shook. His staff almost slipped out of his hand, and his frail body almost fell to the ground.

The reason why it was "almost" was because before he actually fell, the majestic demigod just raised his leg and took a step forward - then he arrived at the door at a speed that could not be caught by the naked eye and held him up.

Witnessing all this, the demon Primarch Bemaki let out an extremely dissatisfied complaint from across the room.

[You——shouldn’t help me! Damn eyes of fear, this is too disgusting! I mean, it's very un-steel, very un-me! 】

[Uh, but didn't you just tell me that Uther Ma'atla and you were 'very familiar' and 'you don't have to hide anything', 'can you regard him as my close friend'? ? Since you have such a good relationship, I can't just watch him fall on the floor of your office as soon as he walks in? It's inappropriate from any aspect. 】

[...] Perturabo remained suspiciously silent for a moment.

In the end, the demon Bian Mu agreed with difficulty. 【All right. Anyway, you have been helped up. 】

The Iron Ring Guards stood silently on both sides of the office like sculptures, and the electronic eyes of the mechanical guards all flashed red.

On the other hand, Ma'atla, the psychic advisor who was lucky enough to be lifted up by the original hand, looked increasingly frightened. Perturabo, the Primarch of the Iron Warriors, who "kindly lifted up a fallen mortal with a smile and asked for help."

"I……"

The slender mortal youth with a pair of eyes as penetrating and deep as a big green sea, skin that looks like fine dark fragrant wood, and black shoulder-length hair with a dark wine color luster pouted his lips, as if he could not be found for a while. What words could express the great privilege of being held in the Primarch's own hands.

It could be seen that the frightened psyker had tried to maintain a certain reserved posture before entering the office. Of course, all such attempts had been blown away by the wind as the unbroken horse lay on its back.

"Oh, don't worry, it's okay, Maatra, he told me everything. Just relax here, you can wait until you calm down before talking."

Lamizane not only helped the person up, but even generously and carefully stroked the psionic person's thin back, which was wrapped in fine linen karasiris and woolen shawl.

The other person immediately coughed loudly, sounding like he was choking on his own saliva.

There was no other reason why he was so careful, it was just because one of his palms fully extended behind the armor was almost as wide as a mortal young man's back.

Even for ordinary men, this can be classified as too thin.

[Although I have heard from various channels that many psykers are very fragile in physical form, it is quite surprising to me that your "most familiar and close friend" consultant is this kind, Pepe. 】

[What is this kind of style? What kind of goosebumps-inducing expression is this? Where did you watch something before? You really need to wash your mind. His appearance has nothing to do with any of my likes and dislikes, I must seriously state that. Also, what do you originally think my consultant should look like? 】

The demon border collie wrinkled his nose in disgust.

[Uh, I originally thought you had not set up such a position, even if you had,] the body of the Fourth Primarch thought carefully for an extra 0.0001 millisecond, [probably someone like Tigris or Mephisto. A macho melee spell master who will be knocked over by one of his sticks if he breaks through his spells? 】

[Hmph... Tigris is all that matters. I really don’t know why you would think of the descendants of Sanguinius. 】

[Probably some kind of mysterious imaginary intuition. 】

In this short time, Uther Maatra finally calmed down his breathing. He grabbed his staff and pushed himself up, looking up at at least two giants as tall as himself.

"I'm glad to see you again, my... friend." A look of emotion appeared on the young and prematurely weakened face of the psyker, "Your appearance looks... completely unchanged."

"That's good," he said happily, "that's good."

His eyes turned from the amiable giant to the border collie on the other side of the room, which was sitting on a throne and looking down at him.

"Wonderful double harmony. So, my noble friends, to which Perturabo should I now address my greetings?"

Uther asked, gathered his shawl, and walked towards the desk and throne with his staff.

[Wow, I must say, have you really ever had such a mortal friend who can be so casual in front of you? It’s incredible! 】

[…Just because you haven’t read it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. ] The dog said mechanically, [I have a bad feeling, I hope he won't be assimilated by you so quickly. 】

Gua.