Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 39 Not at all, absolutely not

Destiny Steel

Council Hall of Twelve

The veterans of the Iron Warriors have been summoned together. Except for one who was sent to the medical cabin for sleep treatment due to a "small accident" that was too intense last time, the rest are fully armed and ready to go.

All the officers of the Guards were present, and the war blacksmiths stood around the terrain sand table. Everyone had complicated expressions.

In addition, of course, before they came, they specifically informed the 10th Company and the Supreme Wizard of the Thousand Sons that the mission given to them by the battle group was to stay put and they were not allowed to leave the station at will without a higher-level order.

"You saw it too!! That cursed face of that damned recruit just now!! Soltarn W. Bronn! You have undoubtedly spent more time with the Iron Lord than most of us. Commander, you won't tell me now that you can't recognize who the hell that face belongs to?! Betrayal! This must be the vicious betrayal of that bastard!!" A steel warrior with a highly mechanized body spoke gloomily, he The latest replacement metal prosthesis shines as brightly as his steel-silver power armor.

"I have served our father and his legions for more than 10 millennia. I certainly know what Rogal Dorn looks like. You don't have to be so loud, Shanto." The old stonemason croaked from his respirator. responded, “But that’s not the No. priority right now.”

The name of the Loyal Primarch sent ripples of resentment among the Iron Warriors.

"Oh?" the former sneered, "Let me list them for you."

He raised his metal finger high, "First of all, we all know that suddenly, we caught a nasty black crow on the Iron Blood, and he is a follower of the Dark Prince. And the elder 'Kaidomo' , Haha, I believe everyone here can also admit that the existence here is undeniably inextricably linked to the Prince of Darkness." At this point, Shanto showed a disgusted expression.

The Warsmith continued, "Alharin, who was at his father's side, never responded to the call after issuing that uncharacteristically severe order to everyone. The Iron Lord's command channel remained silent; all of this occurred during After Honso took that damn Rog Dorn-faced brat to the special interrogation room, Honso looked like he had been attacked. The door of the interrogation room was now completely locked - so many factors combined Together - to be honest, if this had happened on Medrungard, I would have called in my subordinates - Stonecaller Soltarn. If we didn't attack the interrogation room immediately to rescue the original body, so what is the first priority now?”

Just as the latter was about to speak, Shanto added another sentence, "Don't forget that Hong Soo's bastard has half of someone's cursed blood flowing in his body. Oh, it's no surprise that he betrayed his father's trust! He deceived and betrayed all of us. people!"

The old mason nodded, then shook his head, "Shanto, your analysis actually makes sense, but why don't you listen to me first?"

"Every second we waste here we risk losing our genetic father, Thortarn."

"Well let me make a long story short, Khadomo is most likely part of our genetic father."

All the Iron Warriors present held their breath for a moment.

"How is that possible! What evidence do you have?!"

Soltarn spoke calmly, "You should remember what happened on the old control bridge when you captured the invading Daemon Prince of Khorne, right?"

"Yes, what happened?"

"That time when 'Kaidomo' spoke to me alone," the stone forger paused for a moment, seeming to consider the right words to choose, "that feeling of being resonated through the soul is definitely the face of our genes. The Father’s feeling is unmistakable.—I swear by my ability to listen to the earth and my familiarity with serving the Father for 10 thousand years.”

"But our father himself is clearly still there! He even had a gratifying resonance with us!"

"I didn't say that he wasn't me, Dassadra," Soltarn calmed down completely. "According to my observations and speculations, it is very likely that my father suffered a pollution curse that could not be removed during his betrayal thousands of years ago. The solution my lord found after many years was to 'actively separate' the part of himself that was contaminated by his brothers and merge it into this fearless 'Kaidomo'." He glanced at all the stunned Space Marines present. They glanced at each other, "So if you are fighting for your father, then you must not act recklessly and risk destroying 'a part of him'."

"Everyone, I have a plan..."
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  A quarter of a standard tera hour has passed since Parogov took Honso out of the interrogation room, but Aharin is still kneeling there, not daring to make any unnecessary movements at all, or in other words, his mind is still in chaos. He couldn't think clearly, so he just knelt there and didn't move.

But he didn't feel ashamed to kneel like this.

Because not every Astartes is lucky enough to appreciate his own - uh - he doesn't know - uh - anyway, at least one of them must be a father - maybe it becomes two or even... I can't think about it. Aharin! The genetic father of… is communicating with each other with eyes in front of him.

The herald of the original body subconsciously tried to avoid his eyes and thoughts from touching the black and white... noble four-legged plush... uh... uh... uh....

Ever since the humanoid father shouted for people to leave, Aharin hadn't heard anything the two of them said, but they were obviously communicating. As for the content of the communication, there was no doubt that part of it was definitely about himself.

In spiritual communication.

[Pepe, now that Aharin has seen you, why don’t you just tell your sons everything? Then you can tell them to do their work and I can relax. ] Lamizane has already begun to dream about his wonderful lying down life.

[Naive or indescribably stupid idea, Lamizane. If my heirs understand the current true situation, they can eat you alive tonight and stuff you into the stasis position without tomorrow, make it my spare body, and then start to search and plunder in Comoros or other places. The dark and chaotic expedition of geneticists and biologists. 】

[This, isn’t it? I'm pretty good to them. They always look good except for being a little too careful...]

[Do you have any misconceptions about the logic, cognitive, emotional state and moral level of this group of veterans of the Eternal Chaos War who have been in the Eye of Fear for a long time? 】

[Please use punctuation marks when you complain about me, otherwise it will be difficult for me not to suspect that you actually wanted to say it a long time ago. 】

A horrifying expression of suspicion suddenly appeared on "Peturabo"'s face, [Wait a minute, tell me honestly, have you considered this too? 】

【Absolutely not. ] When the Border Collie answered decisively, the devil's original dog ears almost looked like they were gone because they were so tightly pressed against his head. His brown almond-shaped eyes were obviously looking to one side, and his big fluffy tail was completely wrapped into his hind legs.

[…Women’s mouth. So what should we do with Aharin now? 】

[What else is there to ask? Give him a shot in the head, and then you only need to tell others that you missed it in anger, no need to explain. 】

One person and one dog simultaneously turned their attention to the trembling (?) weak and helpless (?) Iron Warrior waiting for his final judgment.

　croak.

　　Okay, I can’t finish writing... The third update is scheduled to be released.

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)