Warhammer: Start with a dog

[I have almost lost my patience with the continuous accumulation of this kind of fictitious and conciliatory game. 】

Perturabo declared solemnly at the breakfast table.

The Primarch's Acolyte Alharin was bringing them this morning's fruit (thanks to the efforts of a certain master), eggs (but no chickens on board the Ironblood), fried Glocks bacon, artificial milk, caramel (no sugar! ) cream coffee and roasted starch burgers browned on both sides and then left to carry out the orders of the furry father.

So now there were only Perturabo, Ramizane, and Vanus in this room.

Uh, I don't quite understand what you mean, Perturabo. Lamizane sat at the table and wiped his mouth. What do you want to say?

He reached over and used the border collie's napkin to wipe off the milk on the fluff around the dog's mouth, and stuffed a peeled piece of fruit into his mouth.

Vanus didn't like the bright morning light, so the Raven Guard remained invisible in the shadow of Lamizane, and from time to time part of the breakfast in front of him would disappear.

【I mean. The dog chewed the fruit, swallowed it, and cleared his throat, while the primarch's body stared at him worriedly, fearing that the sound the Border Collie was making with his throat would make him spit it out.

[As much as I love mazes and building them, I no longer feel the need - it's time to introduce my psychic advisor to you and my heirs. 】

Lamizane looked like he couldn't believe his own ears.

What the hell-?

[My psychic advisor. ] Perturabo repeated.

Vanus looked up from the shadows.

No, wait a minute, Perturabo held his forehead with his index and middle fingers, turned his head and closed his eyes, waving his hands to the demon border shepherd, Wake me up, am I not there? Wake up? You? Perturabo? Iron Warrior? Psychic Advisor?! How did these words come together and come out of your mouth, Pepe?!

The Raven Guard hid himself even more inconspicuously, his eyes shining brightly in the unnatural darkness.

[It seems a bit exaggerated to be so surprised, Lamizane. 】The dog's tone sounded a little proud and dissatisfied.

[I have powerful psychic power, and my psychic power drives every aspect of my Iron Body and Iron Guard. So why can't I have a psychic counselor? I once had an entire legion, a court, and a fleet, and you would be surprised if I said I had no advisers in this regard. 】

The Fourth Legion has never been known for its psychic combat. I don't even know if they set up a think tank position after your return. And I remember that although there are psykers in the Iron Warriors, they rarely mention them positively. Records of psychic combat monks—at least I haven’t read any relevant records.”

Perturabo's own ice-blue eyes regarded the black-and-white Primarch shepherd dog with suspicion.

From what folder did you suddenly pull out such a psychic advisor to the Primarch?

[The absence of records does not mean that there are none. You should really take the time to read those piles of old papers. ] The Demon Border Priest replied calmly, [If you must ask this, I took it out from the Sewer Stasis Stand of the Eye of Terror wrapped in oil paper. Are you satisfied? 】

OMG, this is horrible, are you trying to tell me a joke?! You're not Perturabo! Who are you?!

Lamizane made a pretentious defensive move, laughed loudly, and rubbed the back of the sheepdog's furry head vigorously, You are so cute, my puppy.

[I am Perturabo. 】The border collie began to sneer and pick out the egg yolks from his plate to eat. He seemed to have lost patience with the other party's stupidity and was ready to end the topic.

[My 'faithful' psychic advisor Uthr Maatra will arrive here in the 300 seconds after breakfast. 】

What?! Wait! Are you serious?! You really have one?! He's coming now?! Lamizane jumped up from his chair, Oh my God! I'm still wearing pajamas! LOGOS! Power Armor! My Power Armor!!!”

[As a original body, you have to change into pajamas to sleep every day. Let’s not talk about it. That is not ‘your’ power armor, thank you. ] The dog grinds his teeth, [That's mine. 】

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It's just so amazing...I mean, so unexpectedly bad.

Hong Suo looked at the one in front of him - after he took it out and noticed something was wrong, he immediately threw it into the stasis box. Therefore, it showed a subtle half-alive, half-dead, half-bulging mass of flesh and blood mixed with shimmering light. , the other half is the gene seed solidified in the magical fire and dust of psychic embers.

His apprentice frowned solemnly and began to flip through his notes in the retina browser, We really know very little about the gene seed extraction and transplantation of the think tank battle monks. I thought the information I checked in the library had already been It's enough. This situation has never appeared in the records, and we didn't expect that we would encounter it.

Parogov's voice took on a more admiring tone as he read, Master Honso, you are right. This kind of surprise medical exercise is indeed an act of extremely practical significance. I must do it for myself. I apologize for my previous doubts. For example, in this case, suppose we are in a battle tonight or after a battle and have to hurriedly recover the gene seeds of the director of the Emmenut Think Tank-

A look of astonishment slid across Honso's cunning face like a drop of hallucination. The master pharmacist immediately continued his apprentice's words with a solemn expression, That's it, Parogov, if it were not in the laboratory but on the battlefield, I'm afraid... We can only watch as we lose our think tank brother and his gene-seed at the same time. You don’t have to apologize for this. Reserving everything before the truth is the first lesson I teach you.”

Therefore, when we have complete experimental conditions, we should seize various opportunities to carry out similar practical activities. The master of pharmacy nodded, as if he had been convinced, Little Nilaydoa, you have someone better than you look. With a smarter mind, you might be able to achieve higher achievements than me in your career as a doctor and apothecary.

Thank you, and I sincerely hope so, Master Honso. May my work be a powerful inspiration, both to the continuation of the Chapter and to the devotion of my battle-brothers to the throne.

His apprentice lowered his head slightly and accepted the teacher's praise politely but calmly.

Okay, now let's quickly repair the outer side of the 'effective' Emmenute's neck and the scapuloclavicular muscle and clavicle triangle area...

Gua.

See you after six o'clock

Also I guess you want to know the meaning of the name? Of course it has meaning, but it has been transformed. I think it would be difficult to understand it immediately if you don't happen to know about it. Hahaha, I already fully understand GW's naming method (why don't you learn this?)