Warhammer: Start with a dog

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Rufus Quintus, wearing the governor's blue robe, stood beside the circular walkway on the Tower of Prosperity, looking at the rose-colored sunset sky and the tranquil sky in the distance.

This is Tarentus, one of the largest agricultural planets in the Ultramar sector. Billions of tons of food are produced here every month to become part of the foundation for the people to live and work in peace and contentment. It is also a solid guarantee for the empire's battlefield logistics. , he thought, and then his thoughts drifted to the past.

Although the Astartes, a veteran of Captain Argyman's staff, constantly reminded himself that overseeing the production of food in Tarentus on time and in quantity was part of serving the Emperor and his Chapter, he was doing his duty. When he is fulfilling his duties as Governor of the Tarentus Coast, he sometimes still feels a little awkward. He should be in an airdrop pod, on a bloody battlefield, fighting aliens, praying for his comrades and his own soul...

But no matter what, the injuries caused by the Tyranth mine were not serious enough to enter Dreadnought, but not light enough to continue to meet the intensity of the battlefield. So, since the battle group's arrangements for him are diligent and reliable By ruling this planet, he will accept and fulfill his new mission seriously.

He stood in the center of the Governor's Palace, his chief accountant and finance minister Niqiru trotting to keep up with the retired Astartes. Although he was unable to continue fighting in power armor due to his injuries and had an obvious limp, Rufus was still faster than a mortal.

"Is the news in orbit so urgent? What else did Master Unasi say?"

His deputy flipped through the dataslate again. "No, my lord, Master Unasi has only sent us a series of warnings about a threat from the sky."

"He is the director of the Tarentus orbital defense system. Can he also report threats from other directions? Ask him for further details."

"Yes my lord...oh, wait a minute."

"What's wrong?" Rufus looked up. The sky here was still beautiful and peaceful, but there seemed to be a new star flashing out of his sight at the edge of the sky.

"Master Unasi said the threat activated a warp jump and left."

Rufus Quintus, Governor of Tarentus and former veteran sergeant of the Ultramarines 1st Company, frowned.

"Did he tell where the threat flew? Also, let's go to his command center immediately to check the image log."

"My lord?"

The veteran roared in a low voice, "The empire's legal ships will not jump into the subspace at will so close to the planet!"

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"Hey, should I eat this Warrior here..."

Lamizane was playing with a white Divinitarch chess piece in his hand and was having trouble making a decision.

On the other side of the distant galaxy and the river of time, someone who was playing a teaching game of regicide chess with Magna with a sullen face did not notice that his dog's expression darkened behind him.

Perturabo BC stared at the dangerous rise and fall monitoring curves and other more complex function graphics displayed on the screen. Although they only appeared as a thin line or a constantly beating variable formula in the hands of the border collie, they There may be billions or even hundreds of billions of souls involved.

Even though he knew that this was the miraculous Great Wall that he had finally persuaded and obtained the help of certain people in many different time and space plays, and had accumulated resources bit by bit with great patience and perseverance, Pettu created the miraculous Great Wall. Labo BC couldn't help but be dazzled by the fact that such magnificent and majestic things were condensed into the reality in his claws.

The previous series of operations in the Calixis sector were just as he expected. Because of the special features of this sector, even if they did a lot enough to be noticed and hunted down by the Tribunal of Time, or trigger the consequences of this universe The rejection mechanism caused Lamizane Carosini to be "ostracized", but in fact the proper mechanism was not triggered.

This was not like the previous time, when the candidate he recruited was too bold and ignorant. Although ignorance was indeed an advantage at the beginning, but then the guy stood there and learned that he had been given the opportunity to do this. After such noble and powerful power and authority in the galaxy that is in urgent need of salvation...

After a burst of ecstatic dancing with extremely distorted laughter, he shouted a series of "Great! Aliens are not a problem! Wouldn't it be better to have reproductive isolation?", "Kill, kill, kill! Khorne's ditch is also mine. Kou Ya! Go to the Silver Palace and sleep with Miss Slaanesh and her men!" "No! All girls must be taken in now! Kou Ya!" !", "Those who are pretty enough among the original body can't do it, right?", "Can you transform Old Man Huang into a lolita and marry me? I can be your godfather!" and so on! The speech made Perturabo stunned and instantly furious and regretful - the reliable calculation data became unreliable! It seems that just literal data matching is not enough... Hey! ! ! Ours is not a universe where Slaanesh triumphs! ! !

At that time, he almost actually heard the joyful moans of the Prince of Darkness laughing out of breath behind the curtain. At that time, the entire ecliptic sky turned into a pinkish black, and the curtain of reality seemed to be translucent. Black silk is generally almost breakable.

To be honest, most of the operations that this daring guy wanted to do were actually not as closely related to the important events on the entire time chessboard as this one. However, this universe was built by Perturabo and his brothers after all, and soon developed a serious rejection reaction to this weird and rude implanter who wanted to interfere with its future direction.

Just when Perturabo could no longer bear it and raised his weapon to put an end to this ignorant guy, the time and space here spontaneously twisted, just like a patient coughing up phlegm, and couldn't wait to "spit" the man far away, and disappeared from his sight.

Of course, the latter's fate was similar to a mouthful of spit - when it was "spit" back to his original time point, it was flat and stuck to the wall and the floor. It was estimated that a shovel would be needed to clean it up properly.

This is certainly not the first unlucky person to be excluded from this galaxy, but Perturabo BC hopes that Ramezan Kalosini will not be the last one.

He withdrew his thoughts, and his ten claws deftly tapped the input device, while using his eyes to switch more screen processing images. In the end, all functions, models, analysis and calculations told him that the biggest problem was the most important event: "The resurrection of Robert Guilliman".

This matter was as certain as Ramizane was in front of him, what else could go wrong?

Perturabo BC frowned.

First of all, after Angron Petra was told part of the facts, this brother of the wise emperor who now had no nails would definitely not run to join in the fun. The beginning and end left by him had to be solved by Kahn and his eldest brother whose hairline was in danger.

The longer it was delayed, the more disadvantageous it would be for Angron in the Calixis sector. Kahn understood all this very well, so he would definitely try his best to complete his task.

Moreover, the old warrior who had been extended to such a long time by inhuman power had experienced countless storms and waves. Perturabo BC also believed that he could "assist" the lion in dealing with any emergencies, so he agreed to take his warriors through the center of the Eye of Terror to that time point - of course, this Kahn was much older than Angron now, and had known Angron for longer than Angron had known him.

Since Kahn was unlikely to have any problems, could it be that the Eldar Death Army originally scheduled to rescue Robert Guilliman and the Eldar clowns who ran around the universe to notify everyone who should appear had problems? It shouldn't be. The dog knocked on the edge of the car with his paws, and his long eyebrows wrinkled, forming an equally furry "chuan" character on his furry face.

What's going on. He deliberately tried to avoid places and times related to the Eldar or possible meetings, except when Angron came, when the group of pointed ears insisted on coming to prophesy and delivered themselves to the door, at other times Perturabo BC chose a temporary conciliatory and evasive attitude.

Although Eldrar Uslan still has the inevitable arrogance of those pointy ears, he is at least one of the less ungrateful ones. This group of Eldar always likes to over-interpret the prophecy and think that their interpretation is the most correct... Could it be that this is the mistake?

It is impossible. This time, the one who personally supervised the battle behind the scenes and even went into battle was Kaduer - the former Imperial Regent Malcador himself. According to the latest secret news he sent back, the "friendly" competition between him and Eldrar Uslan about the prophecy has developed to the point that almost all well-known Eldar Arks will turn their attention to this underwater battle. He used the chips he won from the competition with Uslan and the power of someone assigned to him by Perturabo BC to trade the number of times the old prophet's Ark used a specific webway gate.

Then he took this opportunity to successfully use the webway to avoid several pieces of space-time turbulence that tore the universe apart, anchoring himself to the time when Cadia fell, and saw the right time to join the target that he and his subordinates were really going to escort - Ivrenne's Death Army and Belisarius Cawl's Mechanical Legion, as well as some Battle Sisters, Black Templars and Grey Knights, just as they should do. Now this old and wise regent is stirring up trouble while quietly helping them to move quickly towards Macragge, and according to the time, they should be there soon.

There is no room for maneuver, right? Perturabo BC blinked his dark brown eyes. When Malcador last communicated, they had already started to enter the webway. If I remember correctly, it was basically the same as going straight to Macragge. With Malcador lurking in their team, what else could go wrong?

No, why did the income data of this flat-haired Sinrezhi grow so outrageously? What is the source of this fluctuation... huh? ? ?

"Lami Zahn."

"Hmm?"

"Tell me." The Border Collie Primarch gritted his teeth and said, "What kind of existence is Hong Suo in your mind?!"

"Ah." He put down the chess piece in his hand casually, and his body thought for a while, "Probably a... um... I think he has outstanding abilities, and should combine the advantages of the Iron Warriors and the Imperial Fists. Because of his background, he probably has a talent for biological genetic engineering? He has a deep connection with the Ultramarines, and maybe a little Iron Hands? And he is always very, very, very lucky."

"That's it?" The dog stared at his body, "Are you sure?"

"Did you say he came to us?" Lamizane frowned, "A pharmacist should be skillful and kind, saving lives and healing the wounded, and he should also be responsible for collecting, preserving and cultivating gene seeds... Ah, yes, and in my impression He is a person who can turn the Ultramar sector upside down. The losses are said to be no less than the Tyranid invasion? Well, no matter what, he will definitely do something there in the last year of M41. The biggest thing he can do... What's wrong with you?"

"..."

Magna Dorn quietly listened to the side pretending to be a robot. She finally understood why his teacher always emphasized, intentionally or unintentionally, "Don't let Lamizane Carosini start thinking and blindly thinking." ".

On the table next to them, the white Warrior chess piece that Lamizane had just put down was standing quietly next to the black Primarch chess piece.

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"I see."

Tigris gripped his staff tiredly, and his comrades watched with concern as the Chief Librarian stood up slowly like an old mortal.

The motors of the power armor's servo joints made a soft buzzing sound, and with the help of electronic muscle bundles, he stood upright with his sore body.

"Galenus, come back...", the word "has" has not yet been uttered.

An unexpected situation happened that caught everyone off guard.

The chief think tank of the Ultramarines suddenly opened his eyes wide and recited a powerful mantra loudly. Supernatural lightning-blue light gathered at the top of his psychic hood and staff and shot out from his fingertips—— To the people who came in just behind his lord, his commander, his master - Marius Calgar.

Although High Lord Macragge reacted extremely quickly, Tigris, who was facing him as close as a brother, did not hold back. His power fists made thunderous sounds at lightning speed, and his swift and fatal swings forced the chief think tank to stop. Not avoiding its sharp edge, he stepped aside.

"You're crazy! Tigris!" Captain Galenus was shocked and angry. The person beside him who withstood the blow was one of the most respected members of the Ultramarines, Priest Otan Kasius. Si, the Lord of the Sanctuary and the Guardian of the Soul of the Chapter. At this moment, his skull mask makes it difficult to see his expression. Only the raised priest's scepter and the turned on power switch tell everything.

Calga turned to his old friend who was suddenly going crazy, "What's wrong with you?! Varo! Wake up! It's us!"

"I know it's you! My Lord! But the one following you is..."

The linen hood on the chief think tank's head slipped off, revealing his haggard, worried, and worried face as he looked among them.

His comrades turned their heads in confusion, held their weapons warily, and looked around them.

"There's nothing here but us."

"Perhaps we should put some restraints on you, as you said."

Brunette.

Dark eyes.

A pale man.

Standing among his comrades, he grinned at Varro Tigris.

And his body is slowly getting bigger.

In the shrinking pupils of the chief think tank, a miraculous figure as tall, magnificent and astonishing as the person standing in the stasis mausoleum behind him was reflected.