Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 199 What did you do to Dorne? !

In the afternoon that lasted as long as an eternity, the warm drawing room was filled with words that Perturabo spoke in anger that could not be heard by mortal ears.

The omniscient Primarch, in a state of rage and pleasure that he had not seen in a long time, "outspokenly" killed Fabius Bile, Belisarius Caul, Xerath the Enlightened, and the Haemonculus of Commorragh. People and crazy doctors, oh, even some genetic witches' technical level, low-level mistakes and principle issues were all "commented" by him one by one.

Angron, who was sitting across from him, had already successfully entered deep meditation. After all, the twelfth primarch was so gifted with psychic powers and was carrying the words "If I can't enter meditation today, I won't be able to leave this living room today." "Come on, teacher, why didn't you tell me that my fourth brother would be so scary at this time?"

Later, fans of Lamizane described the horror of Perturabo's speech as, if any of the comments were leaked, the fate of the mortals who heard it would probably be nothing more than turning into chaos eggs on the spot, and every sentence was enough to make A large number of members from all the Inquisition, Assassin's Court, Rogue Traders, Imperial Navy, Ministry of Justice, etc. within the empire and outside the country rushed over following the clues.

As for whether this will attract the 18th Route Founding Group and various sub-groups, well, the Loyalists and Chaos Factions can probably be attracted to say at least seven to eight thousand-man expeditionary forces, and 80% of them can also bring Gray Knights and A troupe of pointy-eared aliens and the Ark.

Since it is such a terrifying speech, there is no reason for the existence behind the supreme sky curtain not to cast its gaze here, and use it to answer its own questions or spread a few words through reasonable "coincidence"——

But they were annoyed to find that the underground structure of this forging planet had been remodeled extremely delicately and complicatedly by skilled workers, and key ritual objects had been embedded at every important node, making the interior of Belakaan a A multi-layered, three-dimensional, extremely protective, planet-level anti-peeping ritual capable of autonomously responding to the prying eyes from the corresponding gods.

It was only at this moment that some of the Tzeentch demons remembered the "Silver Skull" members on the Iron Blood who had been clamoring about the fighting and construction activities that were originally too "normal" but now seemed to have hidden meanings. Even those super-heavy vehicles that have been converted into shield machines and other construction machinery - efficiency is indeed for efficiency, but in fact this efficiency is to use this as quickly as possible - to use the entire formation as a whole to carve the material The construction of the super giant structural work is completed!
The realm of the High Heaven is filled with angry roars, ecstatic dissatisfaction and desperate desires that can never be reached. Even Nurgle claims that he can even get a new inspiration from the planet's genius defense formation to rebuild Prepare an unprecedented pot of plague soup. For this contribution, after successfully obtaining Perturabo, He will give him a bedroom in the garden residence, the kind that overlooks the entire vibrant garden.

After finally venting his anger on every necessary insect in the universe that displeased him and added discordant notes and unnecessary trouble to the harmonious data rhythm of the universe, Bian Mu finally stopped his rambling comments and accepted Lamizane's hair smoothing service.

The dog drank heavily until the entire bowl was finished.

"I am thirsty," said the Lord of Steel. "If you go and pour me a bowl of sweet water, I will tell you almost all the secrets hidden in Dorne."

Perturabo seemed to have regained his composure and pride.

Angron's breathing was completely consistent with the environment, and he was roaming in the spiritual world wholeheartedly.

Lamizane thought for a moment, then glanced strangely at the black and white border collie who was flapping his tail and licking the tip of his nose. He stood up and poured a bowl of water. He used cold mountain spring water and boiled groundwater, blended together. It was just the right temperature for the mouth, and then he brought it to Perturabo.

"Yes." He said, "Then, although it may be a bit boring, let me tell you how I asked Rogal Dorn to produce gene seeds for the Iron Warriors."

"...Although it ruins the atmosphere, this sentence does sound a bit strange."

"It's nothing strange. It's just a fact. Don't interrupt." The black and white dog patted its tail. "At first, I really didn't think about doing this. After all, this stone is really annoying. I don't even want him to die. The reason is to hope that he cheers up, stands up again, confronts me head-on, and lets me defeat him in a big battle in front of everyone." "The pure seeds used by the Iron Warriors before your arrival are often obtained from corpses and vaults. In fact, using those seeds to cultivate recruits, the only way to make them become somewhat like the Iron Warriors is to use our own content in the brainwashing steps and hypnotic surgery procedures. But the supplements obtained in this way Soldiers are actually not stable, and it is very easy to have the idea of ​​resisting veterans..."

He sneered again, "After all, I will not be as secretive as that corpse. There is indeed something supernatural in the bodies of the original body and the Astartes, and it is difficult for ordinary pharmacists, even legion pharmacists, to discover or determine Their role is because the knowledge they received from the beginning is not the complete picture, and the knowledge given is enough for the time being, which is in line with his habitual approach."

"I did work in vain in the wrong direction for a long time. It wasn't until you asked for Hong Suo to be taken away that I suddenly realized something. Once you open up your mind, you will find that what I did later was totally wrong. It’s in line with the original intention of our birth.”

"Rogal Dorn is actually my backup on the physical level, so changes in this part are almost unnecessary. The most obvious thing that distinguishes our descendants in appearance is the distribution of height and musculoskeletal structure. Here Just saying that the part of the gene chain that needs to be modified is simply an extremely easy modification of the coding fragment, and there is no need to even use unknown knowledge.”

"Subsequently, due to supernatural factors, I cannot directly modify this part of Rogal Dorn's underlying genetic code to be mine. If he is exactly the same as me, then the chance of him being contaminated by the Chaos Meme will become very high. This It just doesn’t meet my requirement of a stable, pure source.”

"So I made a very clever decision." Perturabo became excited, his tail curled up on his back, his eyes sparkling, and he revealed the answer.

"I ended up turning Rogal Dorn into a 'Chimera'."

"Wha...what?! You made Rogal Dorn into a troop carrier?!"

"It's a chimera! Your book was read into the dog's belly! In short, this way his original body can easily and continuously produce modified Iron Warrior gene seeds while maintaining its own purity and stability. .”

Information about chimeras and production methods was quickly imported into Lamizane's retina by the faithful LOGOS.

"It's so... As expected of the Chaos Demon Lord, he activated and utilized his brother's body to this extent, and then turned part of his subconscious into his own flagship flagship control machine soul while perfectly maintaining the function of his cerebral cortex. Activity, who can say you are not evil enough, Perturabo."

The black and white stuffed devil king curled his tail triumphantly.

"That's right, as long as I'm here, Rogal Dorn won't even think about dying. He will have to work for me for the rest of his life until he is willing to stand up and fight with me to end it."

"... Just say so."

(End of this chapter)