Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 215 What kind of green version of the Royal Court are you?

"It seems like the adults won't be able to use us this time."

After they waited in the trench for a while, Dasadra, who led the soldiers down to the ground, had to make this judgment. The machine soul of the missile control system on his Terminator had begun to refuse to communicate with anyone. Ende Rhett was not unhappy about this. It was good to have his head chopped off, but there was no need to be depressed if he didn't have his head chopped off.

"But it's really strange. This is an arrow on the string, it's just a matter of effort. Why do you want to stop us from coming forward to share our father's worries?"

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"Why did you ask not to send and deploy more vehicles and soldiers after discovering something was wrong here? It is our mission to exterminate aliens, heretics and... well, too." Angron thought, "I don't Understand why he did it.”

"The vast majority of our brothers do not understand, and there may be a few who pretend to be confused - but if you don't understand, for someone's sake, I am still willing to mercifully tell you. . Let me put it this way, Angron." In yet another new communication channel between Perturabo and Angron (why another one?), the Shepherd Primarch revived his interrupted desire to share. Picked it up.

"The residents of this place actually have no problem from a genetic perspective..."

"What? I thought..."

"Well, I just told you that according to the observation pictures sent back by the servo skulls we launched before, although they are very restrained, they can indeed use some of the strange abilities of the orcs, especially the iconic, incompatible Any common sense of 'making the impossible happen' and the ability to copy quickly. This is one of the main reasons why we can't just order our faithful scions to charge - obviously some of our weaponry must be ensured that the other party cannot use it The ability of the orcs has been imitated, and our ships must be temporarily hidden, otherwise things will become extremely difficult."

"——We will talk about how much alien technology you put under the normal equipment shell later, but——but didn't you just say that??"

"That's right, because all the people on Carrick are thinking the same thing using that 'making the impossible happen' ability."

Hearing this kind of dull voice that Lamizane often made from one of his own brothers obviously pleased the black and white stuffed demon to some extent, and he slightly slowed down his arrogant teaching tone.

"But their genetic purity is indeed fine according to the most stringent standards of the insect bureaucrats under that rotting corpse. I can even tell you that based on the results of sampling and analysis of anesthetized living samples, Carrick and the residents of Pearl Moon are The human genes are actually the same as those recorded by the Ministry of Interior. Overall, the degree of mutation is lower, the genetic stability is higher, and due to high gravity, they have a shorter, stockier body shape and greater musculoskeletal density."

"what?"

"It's just that the Pearl Moon was not drafted due to the terrain and sparse population, plus operating marine agriculture was considered sufficient to meet their tax obligations - guess why Carrick was not selected to be a draft world, nor was it because of this And being famously targeted by those biological sages with equally bad taste and methods, so that in the end the only people on this planet who were recruited by the Calixis Military Ministry were some Ogryn apes?"

"what--?"

"Obviously, the goal they are thinking about in this matter must be something like 'make sure no one notices our differences', 'make Carrick a world without a sense of existence' or 'make life except for the necessary People other than material traders have inadvertently ignored our hopes. Otherwise, it would be inexplicable that this place has never been known for its pure genes, does not pay blood tax, has never encountered space pirates, has not been attacked by Chaos, and can be so peaceful. Long."

"Is this... can this kind of thing be done? I mean, doesn't this mean they...?" "Yes, this means they have collectively created a huge spiritual suggestion position, and have no idea who comes here. , being close to this place, or even just reading the name Carrick from the document records, should be able to trigger this psychic suggestion."

"Incredible!"

"Considering that their hint may have been effective for more than a thousand years on all mortals and aliens in this sector, including the oldest psykers among them...it is indeed not a bad job for the group. "

"Not only are they doing a good job! How many people do they have in total! If we can let them give birth to more and distribute them to..."

"That's impossible, Angron. We even have to conceal their existence, if you don't want their lives yet."

"Why? Isn't it a very direct and powerful assistance for these mortals to be incorporated into the auxiliary army..." Suddenly, the twelfth primarch thought of something, and the demigod giant's always calm face quickly darkened, and from those The lines of wisdom vaguely show the majesty and thoughtfulness of a king and ruler.

"Because their origin involves...'him'?"

"Yes." There was a sense of secret satisfaction in Perturabo's electronic voice, "Ah, finally it has been revealed to this grand step." It was obvious that people here were not the only ones who liked to play logical reasoning games. A person, just some sheepdogs who are putting on airs and refuse to say anything.

"In the few cases where humans have acquired the alien abilities of green-skinned orcs, we can see that, without exception, the people in these cases are all humans themselves, and they all gained some after believing in those alien gods. Divine power, obviously these two 'gods' are very generous, and they teach without discrimination, tsk tsk, it's really convenient."

"However, the situation in Carrick is completely different. The residents here believe in the orthodox and conservative state religion, and their belief in the state religion is very calm, not even to the level of 'fanaticism', and the rulers have a clear separation of church and state. The tendency... is very rare, and it is considered a breath of fresh air in this sector and even the entire galaxy, especially when you consider that the establishment of the Calixis sector was even driven by the National Religion."

"So the state church personnel here...?" Angron asked doubtfully.

"Similarly, it is obvious that there is not a single qualified 'devotee' sent here. Haha, our creator... I'm going too far. The members of the state religion here should also be affected by the hint. They think they see What they get is just the impression in their minds of a half-dead world."

"So who are the people of Carrick?"

"Last Descendants, the last Descendants of the Legion whose abilities have been severely degraded." The data points flashed, and the visual list was constantly updated in front of the sheepdog. "I think the abilities of these last Descendants have revealed why 'he' was requested by our creator. Complete erasure, otherwise it would 'threaten the foundation of the Great Crusade'."

"...Thank you, Perturabo. Every day after meeting you and Lamizane, I am subverting my original world."

"You're welcome. Ignorance is not our privilege, but that of mortals. Angron, my brother."

(End of this chapter)