Warhammer: Start with a dog

Destiny Steel

Inside the Chapter Master's office

The conversation venue between two people and one dog (not a dog!) has been moved to several sofas behind the cubicle as the conversation progressed, and the atmosphere is now harmonious and harmonious.

Lamizane sat happily on the sofa amid Uther's complex and often vigorous blinking expressions, rubbing the mane on the back of Perturabo's neck with the fingertips of one hand.

The expression on the Fourth Primarch's furry long black and white face still looked inscrutable, but the collie's sideways ears and tail indicated a comfortable but nervous mood.

[Hey, Pepe, I have to say, where did you find such a psychic consultant? It was such a pleasure to chat with him, and it felt great to know that no matter what slang or allusion you used, he would understand and pick up on it. 】

【hehe. 】

[Although his body looks a bit weak, the sensor readings from LOGOS tell me that his psychic power is very strong, right? This is really great, I have been worried that it is not safe enough in this universe with just a few of us and the iron ring's fighting power...]

【hehe. 】

[Since you have someone like him as your friend, how could you still...]

The dog stared at someone with an expression that said, "I will suffocate you with my meat pad while you sleep."

[Uh... I'd better change the topic. 】

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"Since Perturabo has explained our situation to you in advance, I think you can call me Lamy Zane."

The Fourth Primarch's body was beaming with joy at the knowledge that it no longer had to be concealed from visitors.

"Thank God, we finally have someone here who can talk easily with his mouth! I was worried that I would have to show off with Aharin if I stayed any longer..."

[I’m glad you didn’t, otherwise I would have had to order Aharin to shoot himself in the head. 】

【Pepe! 】

After the initial surprise passed, Uther seemed much more relaxed. He responded with a smile, "No problem, Lamizane. A very special syllable... Does this name have any meaning?"

"Hahahaha, this name does sound bluffing at first glance! But it doesn't mean anything. I think it was just my dad who gave it to me after a slap on the head."

"My father must not want you to have the same name as someone else. This practice is not uncommon. Many parents will give their children some unique names. For example, my previous adoptive father also gave me a different name than now."

The elegant and slender young man nodded and began to add the eighth sugar cube to his coffee cup. Lamizane's eyelids jumped and a bitter taste filled his mouth. He decided to pretend not to notice.

"Adoptive father...ah, I'm sorry. So, your name was not Uther Ma'atla before?"

"It doesn't matter, that was all a long time ago. I can now see them from a completely new perspective. Yes, I didn't have this name before, and others didn't call me that, so you don't know me either. It’s normal.”

Uther picked up the thick, sweet coffee, took a sip, frowned, and put down the cup as if he disliked the fact that it was still bitter.

"Let me just say, although... right, it's autophagic, fragmentary, obscure, and loves the Riddler, but I still remember very clearly whether Perturabo has a psychic consultant around him. So you say What was your name before?"

"I was called the Scarlet Giant by my adoptive father and others, and I was also called Cyclops."

"Hmm... So... you used to be called MAGNUS and THE RED. Haha, this name is completely opposite to yours..."

Then a loud roar shook the entire office.

The huge data flow surrounding the Iron Blood caused oscillations back and forth.

Captain Walter loudly issued data correction orders on the bridge, and the bridge and technical officers nervously shuttled between various consoles.

"What did you say?! What was your previous name?!!!"

The psychic consultant blinked his blue-green eyes innocently and briskly, "Don't be so surprised, my dear friend."

He emphasized the word "friend" very strongly.

The border collie, who had been watching with cold eyes until now, sighed through his nose.

[Okay, if you still have any questions, it’s best for you two to understand each other clearly now. ——Remember to tell him this too. 】

"I, no, he, this, you, but you, this, why did it become like this?! Aren't you supposed to look like that?! Like that?!"

"Well...if you want to ask me why I am like this, at least I can tell you directly about the body shape, skin color and hair color, because this is what I look like after my spiritual energy is exhausted."

"Huh? Exhausted?! But your psychic readings? Huh?"

"To me, this level is not much different from not having psychic powers." The fifteenth Primarch, who was not Magnus, looked happily at the body of his incoherent brother and friend.

Then he turned his head to the frowning border collie.

"It seems you have a very, very good body too, Perturabo."

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Destiny Steel

Pharmacist's workshop

Julius stood in the intensive care unit, looking worriedly at the almost broken Emmenute lying in the medical cabin.

The sudden violent psychic scream and its chaotic echo also had a great impact on Julius. The acting priest had actually been unable to take a good rest for a long time. His face had changed under unknown interference and for days. He looked pale and haggard from the consumption of constant meditation and confession, and the sunken shadows could even be seen on his cheeks.

The injuries suffered by his mentor were even more serious. Gloomy psychic cracks extended from the depths like cracks in extremely dry land, spreading like spider webs on the surface of Thousand Sons' body. The think tank director saw that It is very dangerous to stand up. If it is not protected by multiple positions and runes, it may break into a large puddle of biomass and psychic ash at any time.

Hong Suo checked the data on the medical panel, walked over and patted him on the shoulder.

"Still blaming yourself for not being there?" The pharmacist shook his head at him with a look of sincere sympathy.

"Don't blame yourself, little Julius. This was an accident. No one wanted or thought that such a thing would happen, but since we are sailing in the void of this damned galaxy, it is not an accident if the accident happens. I think poor old Emmenut has told you before why he is the only one left in our chapter's think tank - the cruelty of this universe is fair to everyone, and everyone is mortal. Yuli Us, all I can do is bring your teacher back as much as possible within my ability."

"Thank you, Master Honso." The think tank apprentice turned his face, "I understand. I am very grateful for your efforts to save Master Emmenut."

"It's good that you understand. You can stay here with him for a while. Remember to update the access code when you want to leave." Hong Suo patted the acting pastor on the shoulder again, and then left.

Julius looked thoughtfully at the think tank director in the medical cabin.

"Perhaps it is indeed time to end all this..."

The cold light in the cabin reflected his skull helmet. One side of Julius Robert Omar's face was in the light, while the other side of his face was hidden in the gloom.

Gua.

Reader question and answer time

1. Is Pony’s new leather case made by Pony herself or by Peppa’s paw pads?

Answer: Judging from the title, it means that the horse is out of blue.

2. Apart from developing Reka Coffee and some Pepe work, does Lamy have other jobs? I feel very relaxed, and I hit it off with Xiaoma and the whole life

Answer: Lami was actually supposed to do something that Chaos should do, but the author encountered a severe flu and two attacks from financial demons in a short period of time (.) So he gathered team members on the ship first (? )