Warhammer: Start with a dog

Apparently, a certain black-and-white primarch was more resistant to Angron's charms than his own body.

After giving Lamizane a sly look at the red-haired demigod with a vicious shepherd's look, Perturabo spoke coldly.

"Hard work? The fight of this level just now can't make beings like us feel any hard work. Angron, is your wording appropriate?" Then he seemed to suddenly realize it, and added with a smiley tone. In one sentence, "It is indeed very hard for you - among your descendants, at least three of them are transforming into big demons and chaos lords, right? Expelling three heads of things back behind the curtain in one go, for such a young person like you It’s really a bit confusing for people.”

Angron just smiled and said nothing. Lamizane stretched out his hand and stroked the thick mane on the back of Perturabo's neck. The dog subconsciously tightened its ears, while the human savored the touch... uh, This solid and plump fat under the fur - is he fat - well, Lamizane decided to give up this idea, so he asked the 12th Primarch who had just finished drinking the black tea and put down the tea cup.

"Well, I'm curious, why did you say thank you for your hard work to us?" The person with the appearance of the Fourth Primarch but a completely different temperament thought for a moment, "Because I can feel that what you just said was sincere. , and you seem to have been waiting for a long time to say this to us."

"It's been a long time." A hint of nostalgia quietly crossed Angron's eyebrows, "I have been waiting for ten thousand years to tell you this in person." He paused, "And as the years of waiting increase, , everything I know and see happens, my experience and experience increase day by day, and my intention to say this sentence becomes more and more unabated. It has changed from a message of responsibility to something I must say. One word."

"Ten thousand years?" Lamizane said in surprise, "Ten thousand years?! As far as I know, in addition to fearlessness and subspace factors... the Primarch may indeed be able to use various means - such as stasis stance, Or you may have slept deep in some unknown place for ten thousand years." There was obvious doubt and hesitation in his voice, "But as you said, you are not sleeping, but are really fighting in the physical universe. After ten thousand years, you will not look so young and...smooth."

Yes, smooth, it’s hard to imagine that you can use this word to describe a conqueror of all worlds, a general and commander of an entire legion, a person who has been fighting humans, aliens, heretics and demons for ten thousand years in the vast sea of ​​stars. A warrior, but... Angron's thick, flame-like hair didn't have a trace of silver mixed in it.

The full muscles and smooth skin on his cheeks and body, as well as the bright eyes in excellent condition, everything is luminous, tight, and full of vitality, just in line with the expectations of any mortal with normal beliefs. All visions of a god in his greatest year of world conquest.

Lamizane's inquiring ice-blue eyes once again scanned the perfect body with wheat-colored skin in front of him, "With all due respect, you really don't look like a person from ten thousand years ago..."

"Indeed," Angron replied calmly, "The physical age of my current body is only over two hundred years old, which is quite young even among my descendants."

This answer really shocked the listener, and the dog looked indifferent, but before Lamizane wanted to ask more questions, Angron shook his head and brought the topic back to the beginning. "Didn't you just ask me why I told you that I have worked hard?"

"Yes, why? It should be the first time we meet."

"That's right, you two, your spiritual bodies are so huge... Due to essential reasons, your emotions are very dazzling and strong in my feelings. For me, they are strong enough to allow me to see you directly. There are many flashing scenes, events and comments in my heart caused by seeing me."

Perturabo's mane stood up completely, like white clouds gathering around his neck, and the Chaos Lord's tone was obviously tense and alert.

"Angron. You are actually able to iteratively grow to this point. It indeed exceeds my previous highest estimate, but I don't remember that I have ever allowed you to peek into my and Lami Zane's thoughts and ideas. You... exceeded ·Now.”

"No, Pepe, wait, I think that's not what Angron wants to say. If he really wanted to be detrimental to us, he wouldn't tell us about it here." He was indeed shocked. Lamizane soothed the sheepdog with one hand, raised his head and asked curiously, "Is this some kind of spontaneous mind-reading without side effects? Or can you only do this under certain conditions? - Uh."

The librarian's expression suddenly changed as he suddenly thought of something terrible, "——You——you can't even see memories full of nonsense and fantasy, can you?"

The Twelfth Primarch smiled again, "Ah, don't worry." He slightly adjusted his sitting posture, and his body language showed a more intimate and relaxed posture to the other party.

"Regarding this, for you, if I take the initiative to use my power, you will never be unaware of it. In other words, I did not mean to see it - it is your mental activities and emotions that are too powerful and too directed. Sexually, it points to me, so I can actually be said to have been forced to watch the contents of your two mental activities about me."

The person sitting opposite him, with the face of the Lord of Steel, his fourth brother, shifted his position uneasily. Lamizane's whole body had begun to look obviously embarrassed, and the layer of hair on the black and white dog's face It covers his many micro-expressions very well.

"That is to say, I can pretend that I haven't seen it or can't see it, but I think it's more appropriate for me to take the initiative to tell you about it, isn't it?"

After a moment of silence, Lamizane asked cautiously, "So what you saw is..."

"Some of my original possibilities. It comes from you two. What's interesting is that you two still have different memories or minds of me. For example," he looked at Pettu with a smile in his bright and deep eyes. Rab, "My brother is confronting me on the surface of a planet filled with unglorious and deadly battles." His voice became heavier. "My descendants are constantly dying in the frenzy of killing and being killed, but I turn a blind eye. , was also possessed by some inexplicable killing rage, and my brother called me an eternal slave who surrendered to himself and others, and ordered me to be opened fire, and that even actually worked, incredible."

"And you, don't worry, Chapter Commander Lamizane." He blinked at Lamizane, who was already embarrassed to the point of picking out the second Iron-Blooded Horn with his toes, "What I saw should be just your reaction to Part of my impression is that blood-red evil work with dark technology on its head, a crazy look with claws and wings, and the human and rational features fading from the face. Maybe this is what I once wanted to become. The appearance of...and my children...Kahn, especially Kahn," he shook his head sadly, "they have become like that, they have become inevitable sacrifices like me, pitiful, pathetic, and hateful .”

"I must admit that at that moment the high wall in my heart was indeed not as strong as usual, and the ability of the onlookers behind the curtain to sneak in should never be underestimated. I must thank you for your timely help."

"Uh, me? I actually just did a little thing, just said a few words..."

"No," the other party insisted, "I am very grateful. On the surface of that planet, when I was trapped deep in the body by that miserable me, your words were the same as Perturabo scolding me at that time. The words overlapped, and then the completely different meanings suddenly became clear before my eyes, so that I could break the chains and return to the ground."

Visibly, the atmosphere relaxed, and more than one person breathed a sigh of relief.

Then Lamizane suddenly thought of a question, "So, who asked you to come and tell us how hard it is, and why didn't he do it himself?"