Warhammer: Start with a dog

Ramizane, Perturabo's Contemptor Dauntless, and Dorn's Iron Ring Marines were passing through some deep secret passages inside the Ironblood's hull.

Obviously this is not a suitable trip to bring anyone else, even a thousand-year veteran like Dassadra, so there are only three of them here...well...let's call them three.

The sound of metal footsteps gradually became silent on the ground. At first, they were still walking in the normal passage, but as they walked, the lights began to be replaced by colorful starlight, and their senses became more and more aware of the pressure and pressure coming from nowhere. Bizarre images flashed vaguely, and the mechanical body did not seem to be affected. The Contemptor Dreadnought also seemed to have protective functions, so Lamizane, who used the body of the original body that was the most physical, hesitated a little.

Fortunately, he was under the protection of LOGOS, and he chose to wear that ferocious skull mask helmet not long after setting off, so most of his current feelings should be his psychological effects.

"Don't worry, the passages of the maze are always very safe." Perturabo walked behind his body, and the Dornish soldiers were at the front.

"Really, every time you say you don't worry..." Obviously if some owners plan to get to the bottom of it, then the black and white iron master will find that the other party is not so easy to fool.

"Really, just, oh, don't reach out and touch those transparent walls. Well, there are a lot of triggered psychic booby traps hidden inside."

"..."

The surrounding temperature began to gradually drop, and the light began to become scarce as if it was being swallowed by something. They walked along the passage that had been circling for a while, and Lamizane suddenly found that everything below his ankles was white. The ice condensed into the mist, and the mist was churning as he moved forward. "It's like churning the ocean of milk."

"What?"

"Churning the sea of ​​milk," he laughed awkwardly at the two silent, tall, inhuman listeners, "Oh, churning the sea of ​​milk is..."

"I know what churning the sea of ​​milk is about. Don't mention it here." The electronic voice of the black and white dog sighed and cursed in a low voice, "(Gutella's expletive), our terrible brother's A bad hobby is something that is everywhere, hard to guard against and easy to mention." He raised his voice, "We're almost there."

"Really?" the voice of the Fourth Primarch said doubtfully, "You said this before we set off, 'It's not too far, just walk there', but according to the internal count of LOGOS's armor, we were almost two steps away. The distance to the Iron Blood - I can’t believe I’ve never walked such a long way before and I don’t feel tired.”

"Because we are just walking normally in the passage, shouldn't this be tiring?"

"With my original physical condition, walking a few kilometers is not enough."

"So I have always thought that you are a little too cautious in using the speed and power you have now." The Shepherd seemed to shake his head, "But it is normal that this habit cannot be changed for a while."

"But we are really coming." Perturabo turned to the front, and Lamizane raised his eyes.

"How...what? When...? Oh...this is incredible..."

As if to show the beauty of destruction left by a star to the universe, an extremely brilliant starlight emerges from the extreme darkness. The brilliant colors of each particle spectrum will be automatically marked by LOGOS to mark its deadly nature. , these high-energy cosmic rays and elementary particles can instantly destroy any planet, galaxy or even an entire civilization on their impact route - blowing away the atmosphere of the entire planet, invalidating the magnetic field, evaporating all water on the surface, and scraping the entire civilization. Ionization storms, radiation jets, gamma ray bursts - you name it.

But for a certain civilization or even an entire race, these moments, which may be as terrifying as the end of the world and filled with divine beauty, are being restrained by something invisible, making this violent and primitive great power ultimately just a transformation. It has become something like a fragile yet beautiful decorative panel installed on the door here.

When Lamizane followed Perturabo through the door that started with the end of the stars, a tremor spread throughout his body, and some kind of enlightenment suddenly made him realize: Although they can also He said that he was still on the Iron Blood, but had already left the space where the Iron Blood was. The dimensions had been magically transformed, but this transformation did not destroy their existing bodies. He suddenly remembered that Perturabo was indeed pretending to be Iron Blood at the beginning. As he said when the ship was named Destiny Steel, "We have pocket space here."

Yes, so this should be the other dimension space that the Iron Blood is connected to. No wonder the Lord of Iron can easily make such an incredible disguise on a Glory Queen-class battleship.

"The one on this door is..."

"A personal souvenir, a smart doorbell, don't worry about it."

"...If you say that, it will be easier for people to care."

As his whole body stepped out of the door, Lamizane found that his feet wearing combat boots had landed on the solid and familiar ground.

The muscles were obviously not sore, but the wonderful mental experience still made him subconsciously stretch his shoulders, neck and limbs, "Where is this?"

He looked around and found that he was in a huge workshop or laboratory. The top was so high that the pipelines above could not be seen clearly with the naked eye. There were countless endless rows of culture tanks, workbenches and equipment in the space. Other equipment and semi-finished products of unknown purpose and various styles are all quietly staying in their respective positions, illuminated by cool-toned lumens. It seems that they have not been used here for much time, but they have been used very much. More times.

"Wake up the lighting." Perturabo took a step forward, "Visitor mode beta."

With the start-up sound of beep, the whole space seemed to come alive, and the warm light golden daylight lumen replaced the silver-blue cold light - only then did Lamizane realize that it was actually the color of moonlight, and there were more lights everywhere. Lit up row upon row, this vast maze of treasures is waking up and welcoming its owner.

"Look, that's Rogal Dorn's true form."

Deep in the treasure house, starting from the invisible top, complex and numerous electronic and mechanical circuits, biological relay networks, and psychic energy transmission pipes spiraling down like tornadoes or giant tentacles are wrapped in a huge cabochon-shaped gem in the center. A glistening amniotic fluid chamber.

Rogal Dorn, the seventh scion of the Emperor of Mankind, the Primarch of the Imperial Fists, the Praetorian of Terra, who has been missing in the physical universe for thousands of years, is missing a giant hand from one forearm down. The body is sleeping quietly in it.

The pale golden rays of sunlight illuminated his sculpted face with his eyes closed. Rogal Dorn looked so sad and forsaken, yet so peaceful as death.

Gua.

Good night!

Well, it’s actually true. I sit in front of the computer for longer every day than before, so now I do have some health problems that I didn’t have before.

At first I thought they might not appear, but as time goes by they do appear. Practice has proved that sitting for a long time is really bad for the body. Everyone should exercise more from time to time.

I finally wrote it here...