Warhammer: Start with a dog

The stars in the sky flickered, transformed, retreated, and disappeared.

The air conditioner began to send out cool air with a slight smell of cleaning acid and solvent.

At the end of the conversation, the Lord of the Night and his human-shaped external throne, who watched Sandra crying, praising, and retreating out of the room, actually had the following conversation:

(*threatening hissing) I dare say that I don’t like the contents of the life book of this priestess or future bishop and nun that I just showed you. )

"Hmm... I think her reading interface of the Book of Destiny - forgive me for not being able to find a better adjective - personal style is quite quaint, her wording is also very polite and restrained, which is rare in the imperial literature. She may not be the most brilliant, but she must be strong enough, and her strength is very compatible with the Eighth Legion."

(*... Can't I really kill her now? Maybe I can. The reason why she survived last time was entirely because I didn't see her in advance.)

"I don't recommend it. Being able to maintain such a form, strength and thinking ability under the influence of the 'moon' itself shows that her foundation in all aspects, including her spirit, has been through several generations of natural selection and has a certain resistance or adaptability to the subspace. And didn't you see ? She did a great job in her later career, and I don't see any need to change her."

(*If by 'she did a great job' you mean that she and her group of tireless followers made me into a god in the next two centuries! (hissing sound) Even an agricultural god! And my essence is not at all...)

"Oh, then when someone prays for success in agricultural related experiments or calls for your help, do you feel the harmonic vibrations? "

(*...)

"So. (So.)"

(*...Why did you just say that stupid... in the hearing of my offspring?)

"Uh-huh!"

(*Hmph!!! Dissatisfied hissing sound) Why did you just say Perturabo's motto in the hearing of my offspring?! )

"Because your original mottos are not suitable for this time, and his mottos are just right for this."

(*... Just like that?)

"Just like that."

(*...)

The black and white long-haired cat slapped the tip of its tail unconsciously, and the small black crown on his head shone. Konrad Curze began to try to think, but after thinking for a few minutes, his expression relaxed. It was obvious that the Primarch had learned to give up the headache of thinking about new slogans at the right time.

(*What do we do next? In addition to preparing the food for the Germination Day banquet. Your plan - the plan you promulgated in my name requires a lot of actual wealth, and there are many other urgent things that need to be dealt with - ah!! It's better to kill them all! KILL! KILL! KILL! I did whatever I wanted in Tessaguassa the last two times, but now I'm starting to be restrained like Guilliman!)

"Well... let me remind you first, Kill! Kill! Kill! (KILL! KILL! KILL!) is the motto of the Empire. Don't scare your poor descendants."

(*Who used the motto of the Fourth Legion to scare my cursed, headless descendants first?!)

"Okay, okay, it's not a big problem... Well, I mean, a lot of wealth is not a problem, but the "moon" does need to be handled with caution. It is because it caused the abnormal distribution of psychic energy among the newborns here. I dare not imagine it now What a terrible hell world it would actually be. ”

(*A large amount of wealth is not a problem? You said it easily. If it was not a problem, then Talos and his people would not have lived like I predicted.)

“Without a legal identity and without thinking about future affairs other than plunder, killing and intimidation, it is like this. It is not Talos’ fault. After all, he is just a pharmacist, but the power of gene seeds has earned him the title of ‘prophet’. He is too tired. People cannot make choices beyond their own cognition, but we can arrange things for them. ”

(*……?)

“Hehe, when we have a piece of land that can be cultivated - a planet and hardworking people, as well as some defense forces, the next step is to sail - go out and get the wealth you deserve. ”

Lami Zane sat on the throne and snapped his fingers with the pale but plump skin of Curze’s body.

Five members of the First Claw responded by pushing open the door and entering the room. The human skins with hate lists and revenge records on them were replaced with parchment filled with Nostramo runes. The new hygiene requirements and the hard work of more members of the Mechanicus made the Terminators they wore look brand new - human blood smeared all over the armor and meat shreds that were allowed to decay from fresh to rotten were absolutely prohibited!

However, Curze's evaluation of this was (*Look goods, they can't beat the Black Guards, let alone Sevatar - you promised me, when...)

"Have some self-awareness about the quality of the seeds and soldiers of the Eighth Legion in the past, they are already the most capable ones outside of the Black Guards."

Ramizane turned his black eyes to the Soul Hunter, who seemed to have almost recovered from his external injuries.

Talos's face was still as pale as before, and the pale pink battle scars faded from the stitches due to Valer's rejuvenation, but something desperate and crazy had been melted away from his inside, and the handsomeness that his gene seed gave him began to show in his face in the most obvious form.

"Oh, you look radiant, Talos. Was he okay when Valer came to see you?"

"My Lord." The prophet who was called stepped forward and saluted with reverence, while raising the corners of his mouth for his life and death friend, "He looks a little irritable and sleep-deprived, but it's okay, my Lord, at least I observed that his skinning knife should not have skinned humans and Astartes for a long time."

"I have something in the past to ask you, although it's not a big deal, I believe with your memory, you must remember it."

The soul hunter raised his head in confusion. "My Lord, please give me your orders."

"You found Octavia, Eurydice Melvalien, through prophecy in a place without any planets or galaxies around."

"Yes, my Lord."

"Do you remember the coordinates?"

"Yes." Talos obviously began to hesitate, "She-will there be any problems in her future? Or did I miss something important at that time?"

The Lord of the Night sighed softly, although it sounded more like a helpless sigh.

"You see, he still doesn't understand what he missed even though he satisfied his feelings."

He touched the head and back of the neck of the long-haired cat in his arms, whose face suddenly became very smelly again.

"I must say, Talos, you disappoint me."

This sentence caused a stir in the room. Charles opened his mouth, intending to say something to defend his friend, but he didn't know what to say. Celion narrowed his eyes, as if he was weighing the pros and cons, and his tongue licked his thin lips. Makutian showed a worried and regretful expression, and Ursus seemed to want to take a step forward in a daze.

"My Lord?" Talos's face turned pale and bloodless. He looked like he could take his own life at any time according to his orders.

"You decided to blow up the asteroid that was formed from such a large piece of Nostramo debris again, which was a good idea at the moment, but now it will greatly reduce the efficiency of collecting ore in the area and increase the cost."