Warhammer: Start with a dog

Sir Kaduru Malcador, who was just mentioned by Lamizane, is in his own private office, dealing with the paperwork that has begun to pile up due to his momentary absence.

They certainly have more than one forging world, one agricultural world, one cold half-dead world and two royal charter shops on both sides of the Maw to deal with on a day-to-day basis, even with the logistics and transportation of the fleet. Monitoring reports on deployment, system import and export, taxation, and population statistics were not piled up on the desk of the legendary regent in just half a day.

Obviously, just like what he used to do in the past, Malcador still has some small ideas of his own after work, and he needs to recruit some agents to implement them. At the same time, he also needs to retrieve some things that have been forgotten in the war and time. Or lost fortresses and strongholds.

After working for about six cups of tea, I rearranged a few nails to be inserted into the Qing Palace of Calixis Lord Marius Hax (Note 1), and targeted several members of the Calixis secret society who might have been instigated to rebel. After the Inquisitor re-evaluated and settled the logistics and import and export situation for the next quarter between the world they currently control and the roaming port and landing port, he began to read the relevant content of the Royal Charter Store.

Well, just as he expected, their revenue is now stable and upward, and they continue to maintain a healthy curve of continuous growth, which is very good. Maybe those special new products can be included in the next release plan immediately, oh, wait, Did he forget something? Malcador frowned slightly.

Forget it, the things he can forget must not be that important. Let's wait until he remembers them sooner or later.

And the other side.

Mr. Lamizane Carosini, who was lying comfortably on the sofa and was seriously thinking about borrowing the Desert Ark's kitchen to make a late-night snack tonight, received an internal communication.

He glanced at the sender, who was from Sir Kadu Er.

Oh, maybe the old man remembered that he had promised him some time to tell him something about the big library on the Iron Blood? He is really interested in the content of the books in it, but if someone has already worked in it and sorted it out and probably knows how to swim in the ocean of knowledge conveniently and quickly, then listen to his opinion first or get his work information. It will be very beneficial.

The Fourth Primarch's body lazily opened the compressed package by moving the focus of his eyes.

Um? Want to ask the inventor's opinion on something? The expansion of business scope of specialty stores requires the establishment of greater reputation and business confidence in a short period of time...

Oh, isn’t this very simple? Since we are doing business with the empire, we must first eliminate the non-empire people and the Iron Hearts who are too busy to leave alone due to lack of manpower. The rest is...

It's such a trivial matter, it's so common in my place, so I'll just do it for him. With this thought in mind, Lamizane began to log in to Magna's main port from the personal terminal in his power armor.

"Magna? Are you there? I have a small thing I want to ask you to do. Can you bring the Black Templars here?" He typed out a line of words and waited for the other party's response.

——————

Magnar Dorn was walking through the corridors of the Desert Ark, surrounded by his black heirs who were high-spirited, filled with sacrifice and devotion, and filled with endless power.

He was actually a little overwhelmed - because he just wanted to quickly join up with the returning Lamizane, oh, and his teacher, although Perturabo had a bad temper, yelled at him at every turn, and was very impatient. , they will also take away Magna's vocal organ or turn off his phone when he is unhappy - only put it on when he is asked to coax him with his body's voice -

But Perturabo has a truly soft heart and is hopeful that there are still good things in the world. He will curse his sometimes unreasonable demands while doing the best for him, such as the machine he is using now. An unparalleled golden self-discipline machine; it will also silently and carefully check every mech or system that Magna needs to log in, inch by inch, in advance.

There was also the time when the demon that sneaked in was killed by Magna. He ran to find Perturabo in a panic and was scolded and locked up for several days. When he woke up again, the entire Iron-Blooded ship turned against Asia. Space measures were rearranged, but Perturabo refused to make any comment about his bloodshot eyes, only upgrading Magna's security protocols yet again.

In short, Magna's eyepiece turned a pleasant light green, and he was convinced that his teacher was just a kind and sensitive person who was easily misunderstood, and was not willing to express his grievances, dissatisfaction, and other things! Others haven't been around Perturabo that long and close enough to appreciate how good he is.

When he thought about seeing the two people he loved very much here next, his steps became a little brisker.

The Black Templars accompanying the "Primarch" were obviously dissatisfied with the exotic style of Nuceria and Bot, which was very different from the decoration with a strong national religion style that they liked - but they tolerated it.

Because they were enlightened by the glorious divine vision, everything they encountered from the beginning of Wandering Port would be a test of their devout faith, and suffering was the only way for them to successfully redeem themselves, which also included clear revelations. First of all, of course, they could not go against the will of the Gene Father, and then they were absolutely not allowed to attack anyone or anything they saw without permission, and finally they had to help the Gene Father's mentor and close friend solve problems - although in the discussion between Caleb and Geratos, this might represent those unusual Chaos demons who actually found and desecrated their father's holy remains.

Yes, unusual.

They did not fail to notice that all the crew members and equipment coming and going in this place looked normal, with neither the common Chaos corruption deformation and mutation, nor the signs of the destroyed Imperial Sky Eagle being replaced by the randomly painted eight-pointed star. Everything was normal, except that their sacred primarch was turned into an alien, used as a follower, deprived of his voice, and made into a servitor - this was the most convincing and greatest blasphemy and abnormality! ! ! !

Castle Lord Caleb and Reverend Geratos were still worried about whether this unprecedented expeditionary force composed of all Emperor Champions could successfully complete the goal given by the Emperor - are they really qualified to take on such a heavy responsibility?

When they saw the iron ring mechas guarding outside Perturabo and Ramizane's office again, their doubts had disappeared for the most part: the mechas began to shine faintly in their vision.

This light is an important feature of the change in vision after becoming an Emperor Champion in the chapter records: the more important the target is to the Emperor's purpose, the brighter the light on it. This is how the Emperor Champion finds the target he needs to devote himself to from the chaotic and vast battlefield and launches a sacred revenge on it.

As the door of the office opened, their father, who was now as innocent as a child, couldn't wait to walk in first, and the Black Templar Emperor Champions were shocked by what they saw.

Behind the desk sat the strange silver skull dreadnought that they had seen when they first boarded the ship. The light of the Emperor's guidance on it was so strong that the Atreus brothers could hardly control their impulse to draw their swords.

But when they turned their eyes to the figure of Holy Dorn who walked over joyfully and hugged him intimately and kissed him on the cheek.

Lord Kaleb, Chaplain Geratos and all the Black Templars felt that they understood the meaning of the honor bestowed upon them by the God-Emperor and the weight of the test they were about to receive.

Although the light shining on that person was as dazzling as the sun, it appeared in the room like a burning star in the eyes of the Emperor's Champion. When they looked directly at such strong and direct evil, their eyes would even be stung to tears.

But no well-trained and deeply inherited Black Templar would make a mistake.

It was the Armor of the Source, the special terminator armor of the Iron Warriors Primarch, and the demon lord wearing it and caressing their father (?) like a pet or a servant could only be: Perturabo.

Everything immediately made sense.

The demon primarch Perturabo!

Holy Dorn's brother and eternal enemy ten thousand years ago!

He's back!