Warhammer: Start with a dog

When Magna Dorn felt very tired, he would put on his worn woolen robe, put on his gray cloak outside, and find a place to lie down for a while - this was mainly because his fatigue was mental, not physical.

Even the spirit of the machine would feel tired, which was a possibility that Magna Dorn had never thought of when he first opened his eyes on Perturabo's workbench.

Perhaps it was also related to the fact that this light and free machine spirit was now trapped in flesh and blood - even Rogal Dorn's flesh and blood was still flesh and blood.

In so many battles on the Saturnine Wall, Magna Dorn had seen enough and learned too much, so that he was now visibly sad.

At this time, the careful company of the head of the Templar Knights was particularly valuable.

He would appear when Magna forgot that humans needed to eat on time and had been enduring the strange feeling that troubled his internal organs. After that, the young machine spirit never had stomachache again.

He would also appear in time when Magna needed to deal with more troublesome enemies, and every time he would sweep the whole place with his terrible martial arts. Wherever Magna appeared, the most powerful elite enemies in that place would be destroyed by his outstanding offspring.

So much so that later Sanguinius began to joke, "Brother, your son is so outstanding that I began to doubt whether he was a gift from God left to us by our father, you know? Now they-those who are still fighting, what do they start to call him?"

Magna raised his eyes from under Dorn's white hair and looked at the golden-haired archangel inquiringly. The angel's golden armor still had traces of swords and knives, "What do they call him now?"

"Emperor Champion." The Archangel said in an almost overly brisk tone, "They call him the Emperor's Champion."

Magna saw his snow-white but somewhat broken wings arched and gathered slightly against the will of the master.

"Oh." He said tiredly, "That doesn't suit him. This is my title and responsibility."

When the voice fell, the air near them in the command post suddenly stagnated. People held their breath, and although they did not dare to stop their work, some people swallowed their saliva.

"That's it." Sanguinius seemed a little at a loss for such a straightforward answer from "Dorn". He raised his hand slightly, as if he was undecided whether to stop his brother's expression, which seemed to be unable to maintain restraint and calmness.

"But I think that's just what people say..."

"Don't even think about it."

"Sorry, Roger, what did you say?"

"I said, don't even think about it." The golden-armored Terra commander stood up suddenly and threw away the gray cloak covering his body. "I've had enough!!! Whoever is in charge!!! He's not me!!!!!! Let those gold people who are despised by everyone get out of their place!!! Then I'm going to explode and fly up to deal with the shit and come back to hang and and and and and on the eternal place!!!!"

He waved his hands and finally roared in the surprised eyes of his brothers and the horrified eyes of everyone.

"No one can take my Sigismund from me for any reason and tell my child something that seems to make sense, like he must be a tool!! Being a tool is never the only option for a child!! Do you understand?! No! person! or! God! can't! If someone wants to do this, let him stand in front of me and tell me in person!"

He took a breath, and squinted his burning ice-like eyes at them amid the whispers and gazes of everyone who thought he was finally crazy. "If you can't do it, don't think of using some great principles that are only useful to moral and rule-abiding people to make me give in. That's my child. Don't force him to grow up to replace me. This is what will make the inanimate ecstasy."

"Rogge..."

Iris's flaming eyes turned to the golden archangel, "It's not your fault." He tried to soften his voice, "It's not your fault, Sanguinius... Don't panic, you have been doing well, keep it up, keep our hope, my..."

He swallowed the last two words.

"Let's go to the next battlefield."

The Terran Guardsman reached out to the side of his seat. Sigismund was waiting at the bottom of the stairs.

He was wearing black and yellow power armor, holding a black sword shining with a golden force field in his hand, and proudly looking up at his Primarch.

"Yes," the head of the Templars whispered in a voice that only Sanguinius could hear, "This time, I will come back, and I will always be by your side."

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Inside the Iron Blood Labyrinth Treasure House

"Oh, oh, what did he shout that was automatically determined by the monitoring system as content that needs to be blocked?"

Rami Zahn, who was watching the last broadcast, made a comment, "Speaking of which, your observation module will automatically add profanity and unconsciously change the blood to green, the skull to sacks, and the corpse to tombstones in his cognition - but it doesn't block the operations that modify Fulgrim and his Emperor's Children, which I think need to be blocked?"

"Does it need to be blocked at that level?"

"Uh, don't you?"

"Oh, so it needs to be?"

"You pure-blooded Englishman! I think he will be very annoyed and difficult to appease when he comes back. Look at the content of the test script you wrote and what you forced the child into. It's heartbreaking to see him collapse because of his mature speech."

"Indeed, some liars are very old, and my students are less than a year old."

The border collie showed an amazing tolerance for the holder of the name Perturabo at this time, but it was obvious that he still had a great deal of anger towards someone.

"Noisy and tantrum-throwing are the prerogatives of babies. In fact, I did add some stress tests. But you're right, given that he has been swearing more and more frequently in the later period, I will consider rolling back his language module appropriately after returning to delete those--"

He paused meaningfully and glanced at someone with a wandering gaze, "those bad social expressions that are very easy to be on the lips."

"Hehe, but look at little Magna! He has learned really well, keep it up and keep our hope alive! Oh! He adapted this line really well! He really loves reading that book!"

The border collie, who was facing away from Ramy Zahn, turned his head suddenly to the sleeper in the life support cabin with fierce eyes, ready to press a big red button with his paw.

"What book? What line? Did you teach him to say that?"

"Ah? I didn't? But I did tell him the title." The person being asked blinked blankly, "A book recommended by teenagers at that time, a world-famous classic novel, "The Count of Monte Cristo"? Didn't he just say the ending in it?"

"Is that so." The dog's erected hair seemed to fall down a little, "So it was a line in the book?"

"Yes. What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Perturabo's curled tail slowly flattened, "Get ready, we're going to call him back."

"Oh my God, it's finally over..." Ramizane shook the cables on his head, "I can't bend down to rub your fur with these things connected..."

"We can do this later."

"That's great, Pepe my baby."