Warhammer: Start with a dog

The Fire of His Soul

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The lunatic, the lover, and the poet

Are of imagination all compact.

————A Midsummer Night's Dream

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The Astartes and Dark Eldar who were fighting fiercely in the house under surveillance did not notice anything wrong around them.

Or rather, with their vision and perception they should have discovered it long ago, but they didn't feel anything was wrong.

The gods' gaze was cast into the small room through the hole that was opened specially for them.

More expectations, blessings and twisted wishes are sent here. In a trance, colors and lights transform into a corner of a room in the highest sky or the webway. The beauty of extinction formed by banquets, bookshelves, doors and thousands of dead souls revolves around the male and female protagonists in the center.

As the sweat and blood of the battle spilled onto the ground that had turned to sand, the furniture quietly moved on legs and feet that had grown skin and claws, the flowers shyly opened their eyes, and tentacles extended from the teacups. The twisted desires, with hazy love as a false thread, lifted up the puppets that the gods desperately needed for the game.

Opposite her, the flames of purple and white souls were entangled and burning, trying to devour each other.

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Observe that the atmosphere outside is completely different from the weirdness inside.

The taciturn observer who had briefly taken over Lucius's duties continued to move forward in silence.

He took a step forward, and with every step the twisting limbs of a pink and blue horror monster would rise. He simply shook off the slender tongues and claws of the Silver Palace maids who were lying seductively on his shoulder armor and in his arms, trying to cling to him and lift his chin, just like a heartless and ruthless man shaking off the snow-white arms of a crying beauty who was trying to keep him. The colorful ripples and the tempting sweet and rotten fragrance formed by the subspace ripples that were allowed to invade reality under control gradually dissipated behind his figure.

His previous movements were deliberately disordered, but now they were restored to a rhythmic movement. When he stepped out of the space-maintaining device set up by the great Lord of Steel himself, and then passed through the nine layers of magic circles left by a psychic advisor, each layer reconstructed the different protections and changes he had covered himself with.

Finally, when he stood in front of the people who were waiting for him in the courtyard outside the building, he had regained his extraordinary tall figure.

Taller than the Astartes, more slender and agile than most of his brothers, the surface of his armor was covered in simple silver, ivory and purple, decorated only with simple geometric and floral patterns. His face was the pinnacle of true genetic regulation. If he wanted, he could use the natural beauty of his every frown and smile to make mortals commit murder for him without hesitation.

However, the owner of this face had no interest in this regard, so he just looked at his best friend and some of his brothers and nodded in a businesslike manner, while making a very human face expression that made his beauty suddenly fall from the divinity that enchanted everyone to the amiable worldly one. This made the being waiting for him tilt his head, with light flickering in his mechanical eyes.

"How is it?" Magna asked first. His golden armor was now folded up from the back of his head to his spine like a folded bird feather. It was opened to reveal the densely packed black and silver interfaces of various styles on the torso composed of electronic muscle bundles and pipes. "You seem to be in a good mood. My judgment is that the probability of the experimental data results being excellent is more than 75%."

Now, most of the previously vacant interfaces under his golden armor are plugged with cables, and the other ends of the cables are connected to a large number of devices on the side of the house. In this way, he is helping to stabilize the "field" outside the laboratory that is responsible for wrapping the unstable space.

"It's really good. In other words, as I spend more time in the real universe and participate more in my offspring, Medusa and Perturabo projects, my influence on Destiny Space and Time has indeed begun to grow."

Fulgrim Pallas gracefully and casually slammed his body into the cushion of the work chair in front of the Thinker's operating table, and his long fingers rapidly tapped the input device of the device. "At present, it seems that although my proximity now can further intensify the influence of the High Heaven on her, and in turn cause Lucius to resist more changes in his fate, we will not lose Lucius so far. He should be able to hold on."

"That means that the action that the teacher has been planning for so long has finally worked. Your increased influence comes from the increase in your activity contact range and stable presence after you arrived at Wandering Port."

Magna's eyes also flashed with a calculated light, "And as your influence increases, the stability of your destiny will also increase in a feedback manner. I think Ferrus and Ishtar will be very happy to hear this news."

"Maybe." Pallas muttered, and he pulled back the few strands of hair that fell beside his cheeks with his fingers, and tied them back with a rubber gasket. A large tuft of hair stuck out unevenly from his perfect silver-white hair - this was an act that would make the captain of the Phoenix Guard scream sharply.

"Is Flavius ​​away these days?"

"Well, there have been rats in Wandering Port recently. And they are pretty powerful rats. The veterans of the restaurant underestimated the enemy when they set the mousetrap, and now I heard that they are planning how to get back at them." The young Phoenix began to concentrate on inputting experimental data and observing the behavior of the subspace inside. "Because the rats were not caught, in order to maintain the security level here, Flavius ​​is taking others to take turns to guard the surroundings to prevent any problems."

This multi-dimensional space-time destiny laboratory was indeed recently established in Wandering Port under the order of a certain great black and white plush...oh, the Lord of Steel.

One of the purposes of its establishment was to test whether, after running for so long, the magical neon multicolored torch could still reach the standards of the Destiny Steel in affecting the fate and even the stability of the personalities of certain "particularly favored by the gods" or similar important figures, or at least provide relatively reliable shelter for these people when this legendary flagship was away.

If the torches at Wandering Port are proven by experiments to be able to operate safely and autonomously and withstand the test, providing stable protection for the parts of time, space and destiny that are waiting to be changed or have already changed, then the Destiny Steel can consider running farther or leaving for a longer time. Otherwise, many experiments and other matters can only be carried out and kept on the flagship of the Lord of Steel, and there will be many inconvenient transfer links that are prone to safety issues, and there will also be a lack of a place to accommodate people who are not convenient to be placed on the Iron... Destiny Steel.

The first suitable experimental subject after the completion of the laboratory was immediately decided when Perturabo and Ramizane recognized the identity of the Dark Eldar woman who was brought there.

Apparently, the debate over whether black bean sprouts can be grown on a ship is based on a covert experimental plan by a clever border collie.

Moreover, at the very beginning of the plan, he had already considered the follow-up handling of frontline personnel and experimental subjects.

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Eldrad Uslan was invited to sit in the office of the Chapter Master aboard the Fate of Steel.

At first, this powerful and indeed ancient Ark Eldar Great Prophet still put on some airs, but when Perturabo BC began to speak the pure Eldar language of the ancient Eldar capital without any so-called monkey accent and skillfully hinted at at least ten sets of extended applications of the lost history of the Eldar Empire in the Harlequin Troupe's plays and the information behind them, his airs became somewhat lost.

"I never knew that," he said politely but with some genuine surprise, "there is a scholar like you among your brothers. Perhaps the records about you are indeed too one-sided and outdated. We should re-record them."

"Don't do that," Perturabo BC said coldly. "I'd rather you think I'm a tyrant and a madman who only knows how to pile up people and kill some of his own children and people for fun. That way, when I use any other sophisticated tactics, all enemies will be caught off guard."

He said it so seriously that for a moment the Great Prophet couldn't even tell whether he was joking or not.

"I'm sorry," he said finally.

"Don't be sorry," said the Lord of Iron Black and White Plush, who had already sent his body to the next door for a foot massage. "Since you came uninvited, you must have known from your prophecy that I have someone who belongs to you now. It's time for you to take her back. Remember."

He said, "She doesn't remember things she shouldn't remember. You better do the same."

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"Are you awake?" Lylith Hesperax opened her eyes, took a deep breath, and then sat up on her familiar Eldar noble-style bed.

Where is this? Oh, yes, she escaped from Comoros from the attack planned by Victor, the madman who gathered several conspiracies just to catch her and transform her...

She managed to escape... Then... Later...

A wave of dizziness surged up from the back of her head, and she felt an irresistible dizziness, and she couldn't help but close her eyes again.

"What's wrong with you? Lylith, Sister Witch, are you okay?" The surroundings were familiar and reassuring. Judging from the smell and sense of space, this must be the Eldar's Ark. She looked closely and found that the person sitting at the head of her bed was the mistress of the Death Army whom she had helped in the Webway before. She was said to be a woman favored by the last god of the Eldar, the God of the Dead who had not yet awakened. Of course, she was also her defeated opponent in the Comoros Arena, Ivrenee.

One of the simple reasons why she chose to help Ivrenee was that Lalith actually killed Ivrenee with her own hands when she defeated her.

The Queen of Blades is very sure of this. She would not make mistakes like missing the target by 0.1 inch so the opponent is not dead or has a biased heart. Her experience and talent in judging whether the prey's vital points are completely penetrated and whether the opponent is dead or has been deliberately bleeding for a while are unparalleled in the world.

And now, apparently, Ivrenne had been resurrected in perfect health, intact, seemingly conscious, and back to her best condition, without any additional medication, surgery, or the help of any of the powers of the God of Thirst or the Haemonculi.

It is difficult to say which of these two paths of resurrection is more annoying to Lalith, but what is certain is that if there is a third way that can help her get rid of some of Comoros' bad habits, she will definitely try it.

Gain, she herself is an outlier in Commorro - she does not use combat stimulants, nor does she like to use similar things to strengthen herself. Her victory in battle comes purely from the perfect nerves and body given to her by chance by God. However, as a product of the Haemolect cloning tank, the things that the person who created her possessed made it impossible for her to avoid the desire for strong emotions and soul even though she is so perfect.

……eager.

She licked her lips subconsciously.

Eveline leaned halfway forward.

"I am very grateful to the witches you led for helping us in the webway."

"Oh, that's just because I want to chase after what I want." Lylis raised her head proudly, "And I think you might have what I want. If you don't, I will leave at any time. I can leave Victor, and I can leave you."

"Of course," Ivreni replied with equal reserve, unfolding her blade fan to cover the lower half of her face. "Then you are welcome to join us, Lyris. I cannot provide soul stones, but I can help you quench your thirst first - do you need it?"

Lyris subconsciously wanted to say that she needed it, but a strange and unfamiliar taste emerged on the tip of her tongue, and she suddenly felt that she was not so empty.

“…Maybe it won’t be useful for the time being.”

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"I have one final question."

Magna Dorn stopped walking from the courtyard where the experiment was finished, and turned his metallic death face, always as still as a stone statue, towards the questioner.

"In fact...if we want to complete this test experiment according to Perturabo's plan, there is another candidate for the Astartes who has a closer relationship with the Queen of Blades and is safer and more controllable. The champion of the Iron Knights, Kadulon, right?"

Fulgrim Pallas's face was still as delicate as it had been when he was born, like the finest white porcelain, but for some reason, when Magnar looked at him, he was reminded of the harsh cliffs on Medusa that were said to be thousands of kilometers high.

"…This is also a test of Lucius's reliability and stability. Kill two birds with one stone."

"Yeah?"

The young Phoenix continued to talk to himself.

"For this female alien sample, there is no closer relationship than the murderer and the murdered that lasted for six hours. As a subject cooperating with the experiment, Kaduron is enough to cause fluctuations in the fate of the alien champion. And if the worst result is that he is killed by her, it will only return to the original curve and will not cause additional risks. But you still chose Lucius as the experimental subject. It seems that there is no problem, but once the risk is triggered, the consequences are actually far from the expected benefits."

"Palas, you are being a little sharp and blunt."

"I don't need to wear a mask and live by anyone's wishes. My foster brothers are not here, and no one can control what I say. So, you chose him because you think my son Lucius is more worthy of being used for experiments than your loyal and upright Kaduron?"

This time Magna Dorn remained silent for longer, with an uncertain red light flickering behind his mechanical eyes, just as he was about to speak.

"Well," said Fulgrim Pallas, "I see your point now."

He walked over and patted Magna on the shoulder as he passed him.

Just as Fulgrim walked over, a sigh-like reply came from behind him.

"yes."

Phoenix turned around abruptly, and for the first time personally felt the bitterness and sourness of regret that a similar existence was trying to redeem after a long time.