Warhammer: Start with a dog

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"Love is turning away and feeling indebted."

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The man looked like an Ultramar version of the Iron Warriors - or more accurately, a possibility that Digris had never dreamed of, such as the Fourth Legion being a loyal legion that had greatly improved its taste in everything from paint to medals of honor.

Of course, this was impossible.

Because first of all, even the Ultramarines themselves were divided into many sub-chapter groups after the Second Founding and the writing of the Codex Astartes. The name "Legion" has not been used for thousands of years, and everyone in the Empire only knows about the various orders and chapters.

But the warrior walking in front of him, wearing the beautiful and complicated power armor of the Legion Archon style that only appeared in the oldest records, although he did not paint the Iron Warriors' most iconic yellow and black warning stripes on his legs and other places, but the various yellow and black cloaks, silver edges, gun silver, extremely unique broad body, black hair, cold white skin and blue eyes repeatedly reminded Digris of his most likely genetic bloodline.

The Librarian clenched the ancient staff in his hand.

This staff was theoretically a gift of thanks to him after he saved the Mechanicus expedition team on the world of Andraxus seventy-seven years ago.

The interpretation of the broken code in this relic made them all believe that this was a staff that once belonged to Malcador and had been lost there for some reason.

But as if to verify this legend that was not completely realized, when Digris welcomed the former Imperial Regent who called himself Kadur Malcador to the incredible Temple of Rectification filled with chaos and evil, the mysterious thing in the staff that seemed to be connected to a light in the distant darkness disappeared quietly like the last sunset glow on the horizon.

The cautious psychic perception carefully and imperceptibly passed over the aide-de-camp and the surrounding walls and ceilings whose decoration style was almost simple to the point of simplicity compared to the Temple of Rectification.

There was no sign of blasphemy or evil energy on either side.

Although the Terminator attendant was full of traces of killing, he was also full of cold logic and reassuring order, showing that he did not get any twisted pleasure and joy from this job and the weapons in his hands.

And the environment of this place was actually even cleaner for a powerful and sensitive psychic like Digris.

This clear feeling of breathing was like you had to breathe the negative second-hand smoke of psychic energy from the subspace all your life, and suddenly found that the air here was as clean and light as a filtration system that could filter out these strands of psychic energy and negative emotions like ordinary poison gas and dust.

I don't know whether the attendant sensed the temptation but did not show it, or was completely indifferent. Digris had no time to care now.

Because just after he guided him and opened the last door for him, the chief think tank's eyes first swept across the smooth throat and the very alien laurel crown. When he frowned slightly and met the baby blue eyes, the chief think tank's eyes were suddenly filled with tears.

A distant, golden light shone here like a sharp arrow from the cold darkness, grabbing his soul and making his talent resonate with it; in that moment, he glimpsed the young figure of the blond, blue-armored god in front of him, full of pride and pride nine thousand years ago, and the tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of blue troops of the Thirteenth Legion gathered, reviewed or rushed towards the enemy, and slaughtered the worlds and aliens that refused to surrender and did not obey the will of the Emperor. This scene, which can be regarded as witnessing a myth, almost made him stand unsteady.

A silent revelation flowed through the heart of the Ultramarines' Great Librarian like a golden stream. He realized at this moment that the staff in his hand seemed to resonate with some existence here, and trembled slightly in his palm. It was this resonance that gave him a momentary omen, telling him clearly that although this person seemed more suspicious than Julius, he was indeed the real Robert Guilliman who was stolen by the hateful Chaos Apothecary in the Temple of Righteousness in full view of everyone that day.

His lips trembled, and he looked at the other person again, boldly looking directly into the eyes of the master who made the Ultramarines glorious for thousands of years.

Those eyes were pure and bright, full of spirit and vitality.

They were the remnants of the glory of the past empire, the last rays of the glorious sun, the last echo of the golden years and the last relic flag that proved that the beautiful time of the human vision of a bright future had indeed existed.

After the sadness, he also saw the possibility of a future in which Robert Guilliman would lead them on a new, hopeful pilgrimage and expedition - although that future was also full of various obstacles from the darkness, the golden sunlight was dim and powerless, and was pulled into the eternal polar night by the shadows, but there was still a powerful black and white light protecting the Primarch's shoulders, preventing him from fighting alone; he also saw the Primarch's brothers coming from impossible places and standing beside him. Although their faces could not be seen, the solid arms they stretched out formed a reliable wall; the afterglow of the former empire fell, and the light of the new sun illuminated the entire world.

The Chief Librarian was amazed and moved by the vision of such a great and glorious future revival. Pure ecstasy enveloped his soul. In such an extraordinary joy, he knew the bond between the person in front of him and himself without any doubt.

On the other hand.

At the first sight of Varro Digris, even if the Thirteenth Primarch had any curiosity, doubts or similar things about his heir, whom he had never met but whose brother obviously had a good opinion of, then at the moment of seeing him, all of these melted like ice and snow in the sun.

Although the Primarch was actually completely unaware of the influence of any other factors, and did not realize the slightest revelation that Digris had received in that short moment, he was so kind and approachable purely out of the habit he had developed on the Iron Blood, and even more out of the intuition of the warm resonance of his own gene bloodline.

"My son."

The voice was as gentle as the sunshine in the bay, but it was so deep and powerful that it shook people's hearts and stirred up the most admiring and primitive emotions in Digris's soul. His eyes were sore and full, but he tried his best to endure it and not be rude.

"Come to your father."

The god who used to be just a dead and cold flesh statue sitting high in the shrine of his mausoleum has come alive, paying attention to him as eagerly as a mortal father, a wise elder and a perfect commander. It seems that every change in Digris's expression and movement will pull his father's heartstrings.

"Come and tell me your story. My son. Don't worry, I'm here."

The Chief Librarian struggled to walk forward a few steps until he came to Guilliman's front. He didn't even have time to pay attention to the one of the two superiors in the middle who was staring at him excitedly and curiously, and naturally didn't notice the abnormal psychic shadow and unfriendly angry eyes of another superior on the other side.

At this moment, Digris only had Robert Guilliman in his eyes.

He was on the verge of collapse when he saw the shadow in the Temple of Rectification for the first time, but he was unwilling to give up because of responsibility and love, which made him hold on until now.

At this moment, Digris really knelt on the ground, and then precious crystal tears fell from his cheeks. This great prophet who had been devastated and deeply hit in his life and soul in countless battles in the past was finally able to speak freely in front of a father without being suppressed.

Guilliman personally helped him up, and they walked into the side hall of the office. The door isolated a curious and an angry look in the office. Only the attendant quickly brought the guards to serve them tea and snacks, and then silently closed the door for them.

Father and son spanned nine thousand years of time and life and death, and began their conversation.

Digris described to his father a universe in which all the rumors and major events that had occurred in the past nine thousand years since the Battle of Thessara had occurred, as one of the people in the Ultramarines and even the Imperium who probably knew the most and the most about those fragments of history.

Although Honsou was able to infer some fragments of history from some medical records from ancient times to the present, the truth that a Chaos Astartes like him, who was young and not an Ultramarines, could infer was limited.

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Digris, with his knowledge that surpassed any scrolls and books in the Ultramarines' knowledge base, began to tell his father about the Beast War and the coup d'état launched by the Supreme Grand Master of the Assassins Court, Wangorich, on Terra to kill other high lords who he thought were not qualified to lead the human empire, and then Holy Terra even fell into a century of chaos and anarchy ("It's outrageous! What are the Custodians doing?!"-Guilliman heard this), and then secretly suppressed the power of the State Religion and stayed away from the increasingly complex political infighting on Holy Terra, while focusing the main energy of the Ultramarines on expanding territory and exploring and conquering the edge planets of the eastern star zone.

Countless battles, countless sacrifices, killing seemingly endless aliens, executing endless heretics, extinguishing the conspiracy of Chaos and the trickery of the nobles; saving a world, and then deciding whether to rebuild it or destroy it more thoroughly. Guilliman was deeply saddened. He witnessed the descendants and people who were born and raised here. They had only seen and heard the darkness and danger around them. They had seen nothing but hardship, hardship and endless wars in their lives. Despite this, they never gave in and persisted in fighting. They were indomitable even when surrounded by enemies.

They talked about the "Nova Terra Rebellion", the Ork WAAAGH encountered by Talashar, and dozens of alien races fighting with the Ultramarines in continuous border battles for centuries or even longer. Considering that the starting point was always the Eye of Terror, Abaddon's first few Black Crusades rarely interfered with the Far East Star Region. Digris talked about more details about the exploits he was more familiar with in the nearly five hundred years after entering M41:

The Tyranid War, the First Battle of Macragge, he talked about the unusual evolution and intelligence of the Tyranids, and the eternal hunger of the Great Devourer; the Battle of Trax, where the demons were driven back; a man named The sudden and rapid rise of the Tau's alien empire; the battle to protect the Tomb of Oral, the arrogance of the Eldar and the wisdom of Calgar; the first defeat and imprisonment of the Daemon Prince M'kar (Guilliman is slightly moved here) opened his eyes); the Hive Fleet is different Tentacles, Kraken and Leviathan's massive invasion again; the daring theft of Guilliman's tomb (the Thirteenth Primarch decided to change the sentence of a certain nephew to unlimited); the person who was considered a "holy" The arrival of Julius and the governance of Macragge (Guilliman frowned); the unfolding of the Great Rift followed by a series of accidents, and at the end, Varro Diglius through the aftertaste of the revelation A prophecy made to his primarch and father.

"I see that there are different enemies on your road, entangling your footsteps and trying to pollute your soul. Perhaps the first one is the snake, and the most difficult one is the fly, but the biggest threat is the bird. There are more, more conspiracies..."

Of course, what Robert Guilliman heard from his nephews and brothers was enough for him to in turn warn his outstanding heir: now that the Great Rift has fully opened, the space and space of the entire galaxy will Time itself has been completely distorted by this incredibly powerful force, so much so that anyone who wants to understand the progress of the war in the galaxy in linear time can only create a Sisyphus-like futile madman and Nothing but fools can achieve it.

In order to make his son who was steeped in the psychic side better understand, Guilliman used his brother's subtle metaphor, "like an unknown number of layers of Möbius strips and Klein bottles." But the harvest Catching the bewildered gaze of his heir, the man wearing a head of rationality and The original body of Curve Laurel had no choice but to give up and use another explanation that his son with the rare gift of prophecy could understand better, "It's like four cults appearing on the same planet at the same time and appearing in countless different individuals." different variants."

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In the end, the Primarch was essentially shocked once again by the detailed description of Macragge and the current history and facts of the Imperium, as well as the Chapter's difficult situation, that was presented to him in detail.

Only then did he realize that during the time he woke up in the maelstrom and spent time with Honsou, the eyes opened to him by this nonsense nephew now gave him a lot of understanding of the facts of the current empire. - perhaps he might consider not hanging him in the tower of Macragge's Flair for eternity, but allowing him to serve a limited term of hard labor.

"So." He finally spoke slowly and with a lot of doubts, "My loyal child, in this case, who is presiding over and supporting the operations of Macragge and Ultramar?"

In an instant, emotions such as panic, shame, bewilderment, shame and anger, which should never appear on the face of an experienced fighter, warrior, lord of arcana and veteran Space Marines like Tigris, appeared like a kaleidoscope. In his entire expression and body language.

"yes……"

He struggled to meet his father's expectant and encouraging eyes and spoke.

"Your...brother."

Guilliman raised his eyebrows in great pleasure.

"Conrad Coates."