Warhammer: Start with a dog

"I am Samus! I am here—"

"Get away! You evil devil! The ancient sage is here!!!!"

"Ah----!!!"

The proud laughter of the Inanimate Man turned into an unwilling howl as the Royal Court Master strode forward and the furious roar came from his loudspeaker, retreating steadily.

Rilanor's golden iron steps landed on the ground, shaking the deck.

The thing disappeared temporarily, filled with hatred and dissatisfaction.

After Loken woke up, he found that he had a real sense of everything around him again.

He was still standing firmly in the Chapter Master's office of the Destiny Steel, wearing his new Honor Guard power armor, surrounded by his cousins ​​and brothers. At the further end of the room were the noble sons of the Emperor and his predecessors. The palatial space occupied by the Imperial Regency.

Before the Dreadclaw headed for the surface, filled with an assortment of Night Lords, and was finally ready to launch into Thesaguarsa's atmosphere, one of the First Claw's brothers locked himself in his fixed position like this said.

Rilanor turned his helmet sensor across the room and made eye contact with someone.

A strange and cold feeling gripped the two hearts of Gavir Loken. Is that unnatural beast, that thing in the coat of a beast, an intruder that broke into his soul, or...

"Let's do our jobs well," Sol Tarvitz said at the right moment, adding a touch of ease to his tone. "I don't want to be outdone by them."

A lucky break is fleeting and they must seize it.

They stopped talking, put away their subtle unnecessary expressions and movements, and returned to duty.

"I said his idea...can be considered crazy even if it's him."

The man nodded imperceptibly towards the royal steward.

"As Captain, put the muzzle of the gun to other people's heads." The Emperor's Children's most respected Master of Ceremony raised his power claw and jokingly lowered the muzzle of Loken's weapon.

He turned his head stiffly and saw that Aharin still looked like the neat and tidy primarch attendant in his memory. But when Loken's eyes met with him for a moment, Moon Wolf knew that his cousin must be He also saw some of the things he saw just now.

As the conversation progressed and the ancient sage approached again, the strange and cold feeling gradually dissipated.

————The dividing line between the two worlds that falls in Thesaguarsa————

"The most stupid mistake a recruit can make," he announced. "You'll have to go get Akhalin's dinner tonight, or you'll have to give him your share, Gavel."

At this time, they saw a small smile on the face of the Iron Warrior, "If Captain Loken went to fetch it specially for me, then I will eat it. I can't live up to our brothers' kindness, can I?"

"you are right."

"I have no objection to this, Elder Rilanor," Loken smoothly put the weapon back into the slot on his thigh, "but will Aharin really leave his post here to have dinner?"

Following the Emperor's Son's gaze, the tall Iron Ring Marines stood quietly around the Lord of Steel and his brothers, like a solid wall made of steel and war.

"But this is what the prophet himself meant."

The speaker shrugged, "Okay, he doesn't need to be carried by us anyway - the prophet is carried by his mortal slave. That guy is quite capable, isn't he?"

The pun, which might have elicited a scold or even a confession from some of their cousins, elicited a general low chuckle in the squad comm channel, which was filled with ionospheric interference.

Although the vast majority of them do not have similar needs, and the main interests of the servants of the Dark Prince among them are not in those aspects, today's Night Lords are strangely able to learn from this approximation. Get a little pleasure from the "winking" of ordinary people's topics.

——This is indeed not interesting at all. Apparently the legion of villains will still be a collection of violent incarnations of fear and headless flies ten thousand years later.

A certain being who was observing them in the shadow of the fixed hook thought to himself, but was annoyed to realize that he was sighing slightly.

At the same time, you can observe your own heart calmly and clearly.

He had never had an opportunity like this before.

This was very interesting, and it was also the reason why he lay dormant and observed them in a surprisingly peaceful way.

After all, even when Dream Eater was at his most powerful, or when Sai was desperate to use his abilities... he had never been able to do this for him.

It seems that there is indeed a reason why Perturabo values ​​this strange mortal soul so much.

When he thought about how his fourth brother, whose fur seemed to be of such good quality that it made his fingertips itch, might be speaking harshly against his long, furry mouth that couldn't spit out ivory, he became panicked, and a wave of strange emotions filled him. A shiver ran sweetly across the surface of his soul.

But the reason why Konrad Curze noticed this mortal soul in the first place was not because of this - yes, the great King of the Night saw at the first glance that what was in his fourth brother's body was not what most people thought. It was the half body or soul of Perturabo, something completely different. He had never seen such a mortal soul.

But he could feel that this soul did have some indescribable weird connection with him or his brothers.

So the Night King made up his mind to stay and get close to him.

So when he was asked who he was, he naturally lied. He knew who they were looking for and probably knew what happened to him and the Blackbirds, but he wouldn't tell them. Woolen cloth.

When Curze claimed that he was the blackbird that was supposed to be there, he happily observed that as he expected, the shock flashed across the faces of the brothers and Malcador. It was really wonderful, At this moment, just thinking about it made him grin.

Of course, why not?

Since no one could or dared to test a Primarch to see if he was lying, lying was a useful skill.

First, of course, what concerned the Primarch of the Eighth Legion most was to be in a place that reeked of the self-righteous control and rules of his brothers.

The life and ending of a mortal should have been open to him like an open book, but he could not see the ending of this mortal - now he knew his full name: Lamitane Carosini. .

No matter how many times, he could not see the ending of this soul, but he could feel its nature; secondly, after being "superimposed" by him, the midnight ghost suddenly "realized" a glimmer of "self".

—— Compared with "pure self", death is not important.

He should have said this sentence before, but now he really understands it better and has a new understanding. The source of this unprecedented stability and rare hope comes from this moment. The soul of a certain mortal who was cursing and shrieking in his heart echoed simultaneously.

What a lively mortal.

...If you use your fingers to dig open the skull and penetrate into the brain, can you catch him...

Conrad Coates was suddenly in a trance. Did any thoughts flash through his mind just now?

He recalled it carefully for a moment and found that he couldn't catch that thought. It might just be some kind of sequelae of his long-term hallucinations.

Then he listened to the living voice of that mortal man in his skull, as silent as night and as dark as stagnant water.

【Alas--! No! Why are there so many Night Lords here! Why are they so close! Uh-huh - the real corpse decoration is too disgusting to see in person... Where is this? ! I hate plasma horror movies! I don't want to see it! I don’t want to see it! 】

Mr. Lamizane Carosini sent a shrill soul blast in Conrad Coates' mind.