Warhammer: Start with a dog

Destiny Steel

Daily work area and training area

The Iron Warriors - Silver Skull veterans who have come out of the medical room one after another and returned to their posts to resume their work - are awkwardly adapting to their new heights - in theory, this level of change is important to those who have undergone extraordinary changes and For space warriors who have been rigorously trained, it is not a very difficult change to adapt to, but when you have lived, trained, fought, and killed at a certain altitude for ten thousand years, well-especially this increased altitude all the time. Not reminding them of what terrible things happened to them.

Sometimes the collapse of middle-aged social animals comes so suddenly.

The newcomers of the Tenth Company had to frequently interrupt their work and comfort their seniors with well-meaning but unclear reasons.

Any little secret curse that is said to work on a specific target becomes very popular among certain groups overnight.

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Chapter Master's Mobile Office

Iron ring robots are heavily guarded outside the office.

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People, bow their heads and say nothing.

The atmosphere is on the verge of breaking out.

To the left of the double sofa throne is Lamizane, who is sitting on the sofa. At this moment, this god-like giant straightens his back expressionlessly on the seat, sitting upright, with a black biological relay plug and cable tied behind his head. It formed a bunch and then hung down naturally, revealing a forehead that had become much smoother, and the eyes below no longer looked like black moonstone, but began to change towards silver-blue moonstone.

Standing next to the right armrest of the throne of the double sofa is Aharin, who is fully armed with etiquette and carrying a tray of coffee supplies. A steel warrior wearing a polished armor decorated with a small amount of gold and ribbons is now looking at his nose, his nose at his mouth, and his mouth. Observe your mind, motionless, imagining yourself as a perfect steel coffee table and vase.

Kneeling in front of the double sofa throne was the person responsible for bringing such a solemn atmosphere here - wearing apothecary's white armor, but he seemed to have regained his confidence, and deep in his eyes, he was interested in everything in this room. The ship's only official pharmacist who explores light. He uses all his talent points in strange research directions instead of fighting. He is completely rebellious and has no integrity at all. He is notorious within the battle group and is nicknamed Gene Predator. Honso.

In the center of the sofa throne, which is made of smooth calfskin, comfortable pure cotton fabric, and numerous data boards, input devices, and display device interfaces and cables, sits a majestic, snow-white tall man. The mane is flowing on the chest, the bright brown almond eyes are insightful, majestic, cold and full of wisdom, and has the most beautiful plump square velvet mouth. On the broad skull, there are two hands that are better than anything in the world. The rebounding fluffy ears are——

Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!

The powerful sub-bass bark echoed under the high steel dome, creating waves of subtle buzzing echoes.

The large black and white border collie, the Daemon Prince of Undivided Chaos, the Fourth Primarch, Perturabo, angrily barked insultingly at the kneeling Astartes with the loudest volume he could reach. Call.

The Potion Master listened very carefully, and even said after the Border Collie finished his roar, Your steely wisdom and will, my lord.

Then he turned his questioning eyes to the figure on the left side of the sofa.

Lamizane coughed lightly with a solemn face, Well... you... I mean, do you know the crime? Hong Suo, even though we are no longer bound by any boring rules of the decadent empire and the corpse emperor, we can privately Using the resources you have been rewarded and tampering with your own genetic father, the Iron Descendant, with mixed and dirty information from other sons of the false emperor without authorization is still inappropriate and unsupported, and should be regarded as the best way to the Legion and me. The crime of treachery of a serious degree.

[That’s not what I (Olympia swears) said at all! ! How dare you tamper with my words! ! ! What I'm saying is that you, XXXXXX, XXXXXX of XXXXXX (the dirtiest mix of swear words and curses in some Eldar language and dialect) should be skinned alive, and then your cursed body should be made into a training servitor with a head mounted on it. Hang the bow of the Iron Blood in the life support device and face the subspace hurricane! 】

[...Your handling is too detailed and subtle. In addition, don’t always hit and kill when you first come up. Ask first if you can’t handle it well? 】

The border collie gritted its teeth and let out a series of menacing low trills from deep in its throat.

[Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, listen to what he has to say, ah, Bao, Peibao, listen to what he has to say. 】

Lamizane calmly moved his butt toward the middle, and quietly put a hand on the back of the Border Collie's neck.

Aharin looked intently.

Honso is thinking about organizational language.

My lord, our beloved genetic father, the undisputed great ruler of Medlengard, please listen to me.

[Ah, look, he’s here to explain. 】The fingers were combed into the claw shape of the mane on the back of the Border Collie's neck.

[At best, it’s nothing more than a sinner’s sophistry to escape punishment. Only a weak mortal like you would listen to his worthless words. 】

My lord. Honsou knelt on the ground and saluted his genetic fathers again, I just think it was my fault for not guessing that your current form is so perfect and amazing. The biggest mistake and sin I have ever committed. But first, I want to explain to you why my behavior is not a betrayal, but to allow you to lead us to regain the honor we deserve in the new situation that will come ten thousand years later, so that the third party can The Lord of the Four Legions takes back his rightful throne.”

oh?

【snort! 】

Exactly, my lord, every great power in the High Heavens has his favorite general, and now the person who will lead the largest number of Chaos Astartes legions to launch the Thirteenth Black Crusade is not even one Your demon brother, my lord, Honso's eyes shone with inspiration and ambition. As you taught us, we must do more new things to deal with this increasingly complex universe. Soldiers, soldiers are very important, even if Medlengard's arsenal is at full capacity, all of your world's The resources are at your disposal, and we can gather and recruit enough mortal slaves and armies, but if there are not enough Space Marines to hold up the skeleton of their attack like your outstretched fingers...

Perturabo's ears suddenly stood up straight at the same time. He jumped up, fell on all fours, and twitched the tip of his nose at the shadow in front of the sofa in alarm.

【What's wrong? ! Pepe? ! 】

【This kind of special sight...! 】

Long black hair and a pair of golden, amethyst-like eyes slowly emerged from the shadow next to the sofa, and then the whole person of the Raven Guard was revealed in a way that could not be explained and organized with human eyes and language. Floated out.

The pale, dark-haired man was about to speak.

Perturabo jumped up angrily, facing the visitor and pressing the switch of the super sunlight lumen test spotlight that someone had casually placed there.

No matter what words he wanted to say before, the man rolling on the ground covering his eyes couldn't say a word at this moment.

【Blind me! Make me blind! ! ! ! ! ! You voyeuristic old bastard! ! ! ! ! ! ! 】

Gua!

Completion ability

(Lie upright)

In the afternoon, I felt a lack of oxygen and my brain couldn't start up. If you have any bugs, you can leave a message to the author here. Then the author sleepwalked and walked the dog and then lay down first... Thank you very much for reading and commenting.