Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 163 So the answer is no

The body of the Fourth Primarch, who was directly affected by the crowd of people involved and the impact of the facts because he insisted on an answer, is now lying on the couch in the office, looking up to the sky and making some very ancient dramatic body language to express his inner shock and Puzzled.

"How could you...ah, I can't think about this -" the former librarian, who covered his head and lay down slowly, screamed in the voice of the Iron Lord, and the original owner of this voice has now learned to see through everything and be indifferent. Face the distractions of the world.

"I mean?! How could you?! How could you?! Oh, when did he?! Just running through all the things that happened before in my mind... Perturabo, my head hurts!"

"If you have a headache, just lie down and rest for a while. Don't get up." The border collie has already sat on his sofa throne and started to process the backlog of conversion data flow. Not everyone can have a good time there like someone and then Your work and the world will work on their own, says the wise black and white plush tyrant.

And Magna - no, it is said that the Iron Ring Marine who is the machine soul of a certain part of Rogal Dorn seems to be in a good mood. He even went to the officers' mess to get a new Rekka coffee and a sandwich. Warm semi-fermented flatbread with Glocks meat.

The Astartes on the Iron-Blooded, who had been uneasy until just now, also felt some, uh, strange feelings of relief and joy. But in short, it was good that the alarm was lifted, and the soldiers who were loyal to their duties hurriedly returned. In their own positions, except for a few, well, Dassadra and Maxim had to start asking for help everywhere who was better at the diplomacy, politics, and import and export procedures at the trade level of the sector——

"Thank you, Magna - cough cough cough cough!" He looked away guiltily from the iron ring soldier who handed him the hot Reka coffee. Holding the warm cup, Lamizane suddenly remembered something. Very important question.

[Perturabo! Perturabo! ] He quietly called out to the Fourth Primarch in his heart.

【What's up? 】Bian Mu was still sitting in his seat processing documents, but he still responded to someone's voice.

[I suddenly remembered, weren’t you still unable to see the slightest bit of Rogal Dorn’s face before? You even fired at... Parogov in the interrogation room because of this! Why are you telling me now that Rogal Dorn is actually everywhere on the Ironblood? Are you...ah? 】

[What should I say about this issue? Let me put it this way, Lamizane. When you suddenly see a face that you are very sure of where it is and what state it must be in, and you personally installed...the many links and security measures, it is impossible and should not be done in this way. A face that appears in various forms, but is closely related to your flagship control center - in this damn galaxy with the power of warp - appears in front of you without warning. How did you feel at that time? 】

[Uh, what is this... a suspenseful horror movie scene - I seem to understand it a little bit, so no wonder you just said that he was not allowed to appear in front of you without a helmet. I was really worried that you were going to stuff Honso into a macro cannon and make Parogov a specimen and hang it on the bridge... Wait, so that accident in the pharmacist's laboratory that can't be traced back to the specific scene? 】

[Except for the macro cannon part, indeed, but making it into a specimen? I'm not someone with a bad taste or worse taste,] The dog paws crackled down dozens of lines of code, adjusted the direction of a modified mastodon on Bellakahn, and by the way, with a series of skillful Binary expletives knocked back the Mastodon Machine Soul's aggrieved protests.

The black and white sheepdog stopped what he was doing for a tenth of a second and seemed to be carefully organizing some words, [The accident was... indeed an accident, because what you see now is what you and I call it This part of Roger Dorn's "personality" as MAGNA MATER should not have appeared in the first place. For the time being, I can only think that in our universe... Well, let me think about it, in words you can understand, the phenomenon of "millions of gods will appear on millions of items", although it is not complete. Same, but here's a quick explanation that will give you a good understanding. 】 【etc! You confused me. Our master control machine spirit or ship... No, no, isn't the Iron Blood itself Rogal Dorn now? I thought when you said "this is part of Rogal Dorn" you meant that it was an aspect of his personality? Is not it? Wait, you...]

Sitting on the sofa, Lamizane suddenly remembered some of the speculations, explanations and theories about Perturabo's ten thousand years of seclusion. His eyes began to change when he looked at the black and white dog, [Don't Really made Rogal Dorn into... some kind of material form and then melted him into the Ironblood? ! This is too perverted! Hey, I didn’t say that. If this is the case, I really can’t stay in this place for a second! 】

【What? Get all those ridiculous...horror movies you've seen out of your head! It sounds like some of my brothers can do this kind of thing, and some Chaos Gods and their fanatical followers can do it, but I must not be included among them.] The dog sneered at this, [This is fundamentally different from many Chaos rituals. It's the same, um, I mean, it's the same as what most Imperial relic producers are doing right now, so the answer is no, I didn't fuse Rogal Dorn's body with the spirit body into Iron Blood Number. 】

[This sounds like a really reassuring answer, but it also has a strange feeling of regret...Then the question comes back again, what is Rogal Dorn's current state and situation here? ] Lamizane muttered.

The dog's pads rattled a few new lines of commands, [Well, it seems that in order to prevent you from thinking randomly, after I finish dealing with the problems of the freshwater purification and circulation plant at hand, I can take you to see him, and then you can You will understand better what kind of situation he is in. 】

[Look at him? 】It seems that this answer is a little unexpected. [I mean, wait, did you really put your brother, a loyal primarch, intact on your flagship? Aren't you afraid of being taken away? Aren't you afraid that he will run away on his own? Do Lysander and the others know? ! 】

【certainly. if not. ] Perturabo raised his head and seemed to be sending some code to the iron ring robot. The opponent's mechanical eyes flashed fiercely between red and green, and finally settled on the reluctant green.

"Okay, come on, it's time for you to formally meet him."

"I'm fine. Would you mind going to see him? Perturabo. That's your least favorite... person."

"It was, and it always should be." The dog jumped into the Contemptor Dauntless, closing the helmet of the crew compartment, "but there are things in the world that are far more advanced than such private emotions."

　croak.

　　Sorry, it’s a bit late today, I tried to sleep for a while but didn’t wake up【

　　

　

(End of this chapter)