Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 426: Picking up a little kid, once you start to hesitate, you will lose (4 in 3 K)
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In the next second, the two pairs of silver eyes looked at the one pair of purple eyes.

All the Iron Hands present also used various sensors and artificial eyes to clearly see the appearance of the giant wearing simple, purple-painted armor.

The only thing protecting his vital parts was a primitive armor plate made of scrap iron, which was just as simply protected by crude straps and wire. Underneath it was a huge, crude work suit, like the kind an ordinary workshop worker would wear. On his head he wore an equally crude helmet, hastily knocked out with a hammer or something, revealing only a pair of lavender eyes that could not be concealed even in such a dim environment.

+!!!! +
What stopped them from firing at full force and charging forward to attack was the Saint of Ferrus who had just rushed in to stop the being from beheading Markan.

But their genetic father also froze his movements at this moment.

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There is no doubt that although this being is huge, it has just grown up.

The skin exposed outside his work clothes was white and smooth, with perfectly symmetrical muscles and bones. There were no signs of battle, nor had it been eroded and kissed by the air from too many different worlds.

His coordination was flawless. His hands showed no traces of weapons, and he bore no traces of the haunting cries of the dead or the sickening, intoxicating smoke and musk of the unliving.

And his physique and posture.

There he stood, so huge, so graceful, almost as tall as the silver Ferrus Manus, but slightly more slender.

Anyone who sees this will immediately think:

These two equally huge and perfect beings, as if they came from the same source, could not possibly have no connection.

Invisible, violent, indescribable emotional shock waves centered on the silver shell of Ferrus Manus, slammed into all creatures around him, including loyalists, Chaos traitors, and gland hound mutants. The most primitive and weak vat creatures even immediately began to kneel down and mutter in their own language to worship the "two" in the center.

And at the center of this impact, the souls of the two primarchs, who had been inseparable for a long time, had never been so clearly aware of what and who existed in this universe, as well as what he had existed and what he had become.

Garuda cried out shrilly and hoarsely.

His cry startled the Fearless Phoenix, who was also stunned for a moment.

"Who are you?" Fulgrim Ishtar felt his metal throat - why did it seem so dry? His dexterous lips and tongue seemed to weigh a thousand pounds at this moment, and his mind seemed to be unable to function in an instant and did not belong to him.

It is one thing to know that there is another self in this universe, but it is another thing to see and touch that other self up close with your own eyes.

Especially when you know that this "you" should have betrayed everything you loved, completely depraved, deformed and twisted, and indulged to the point of -

--wrong!
He looked at the young man in front of him carefully again.

At least in this scan, neither he nor Ferrus found any signs of warp corruption.

What is this? A miracle? A conspiracy? Or a sweet bait in a new script placed before them?
"Who are you?" he asked again.

"Can you let me go first?" The man on the other side replied vigilantly, "and my dear cousin and willful children. Don't let your men lock their sights on them."

"If you can control them from attacking my... offspring." The Fearless Phoenix was the first one among the three to calm down. After all, the long time that Comoros had been tortured and the experience of airbornely rushing into the palace and personally stabbing the sword into the spine of the Archbetrayer Guilliman in front of the throne always makes a person's spirit more resilient and easier to calm down quickly.

He quickly sent a signal to the surrounding Iron Hands to stay alert, slightly loosened the hand that was holding his opponent, put away the saber, raised his free hand and made a gesture to the surroundings for everyone to see.

The young man nodded and gestured to his followers. Although the few gland hounds and mutants were reluctant and even eager to try, they all stopped their obvious attacking behaviors by miracle. Then he put the weapon in his hand aside in a very iconic way that made one of the two silver giants feel very familiar and the other felt confused, as if they had seen or personally put sabers or blades into the decks of conquered ships or the land of surrendered worlds.

He took off his helmet.

Not surprisingly, her long silver hair fell to her shoulders and her lavender eyes sparkled even brighter.

"I am Fulgrim," the young creature spoke proudly to them in a voice as loud as thunder and as clear as a mountain stream. "I am the Phoenix, rising anew from the old flames of my own failure. I am the new revelation, coming to brush aside the shadows of ignorance that have clouded the minds of my brothers, sisters, and children. I am the one who wears the purple robes. I am the one who will rebuild the Legion, and I will raise the galaxy to its feet."

At that moment, Ferrus Manus felt Fulgrim Ishtar's grip tighten.

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In that second, a storm of emotion and thought data swept through the souls and minds of the Iron Hands.

They all chose to split their brain cortex and thinking circuits into two areas to process the problem.

+Proposal: Should we jointly give advice to our father? As sons of Gorgon, we should advise our father and make decisive decisions. We must not let the past happen again. We must not let the iron will of the warriors be shaken by Ferrus's weakness. +
+Agree.+
+Agree.+
+Agree.+
+Disagree.+
+Brother. Tell us why you object to our just advice. +
+Ferus Manus will be displeased.+
+What if he is unhappy? Since the first time the Primarch descended on Medusa, the teachings we have received from him have always been to obey the will of the strongest and to free ourselves from the weak flesh and blood creatures. Ten thousand years ago, it was his own momentary weakness that led to such an unacceptable result. In this case, the voice of the clan to uphold the right thing must be heard by the Primarch. +
+Is that so? You didn't treat the Martian envoys like this before. +
+My loyalty is unquestionable.+
+I have no doubts about your loyalty to the clan, brother. +
+You all remember the result that the Gene Father did not mention it verbally during the last review, but in fact he was unhappy with the arrangement of the new recruits in our clan. We were as helpless as children being targeted by mechanical zombies and silicon ghosts in the Shadow Land. It has only been 6,872 standard Terra minutes since this incident. Brothers. +
+……+
+……+
+……+
+What? Do you still want to deny that, compared to his deceptive appearance of fearlessness and his current silver face, or the identity of Sobek Weyland at the beginning and the increasingly undisguised face and identity of "Ferrus Manus" now? Brothers of Steel, do you still want to deny the throbbing from your own genetic code and even the depths of your soul? +
+……+
+Throb. Indeed. Do you really think that was Ferrus Manus. +
+It has only been over 500 years since the Highland Rebellion. +
+Whatever it is, he not only controls our emotional fluctuations, but also has access to all the doors of Medusa's treasure houses and cellars. Remember the Mimir treasure house he led us to? His identity verification was immediately passed by the ancient machine spirit. So, he is now the great iron hand, Brother Ravus. +
+……+
+Do not doubt it, brother! Ferrus Manus has returned! He walks among us as he did ten thousand years ago, and the ancient spirits implanted in each of us dating back to the Heresy are unmistakable. Great! Holy! The fury with which Shadinus slew the fallen Phoenix Son was nothing like the Warp signature of the Unliving. I vouch for this with my service thus far and the Chain of the Forge. +
+It's not that I don't trust you, Traci. But I've noticed that your new mechanical body seems to bring out a greater depth of emotion in you. +
+More emotions. Yes, Lavus, also more power and control, and more understanding. I am now more proud of being the son of Medusa and Gorgon, and I also eagerly hope that the Chapter can grow and complete its transformation as soon as possible under the leadership of its genetic father. +
+The ancient spirits can only convey their thoughts and feelings to us but cannot speak. +
+It must be stated that these transmitted thoughts have been too strong in many moments recently. I had to specially remake an emotion partition module and insert it into my cerebral cortex to buffer them. Otherwise, they will cause great interference and burden to my thinking circuit. +
+Agree. +
+It must be the obsession of the elders of the past that resides in these sacred relics. +
+Resolved: To withhold any immediate advice or further action and continue to observe. +
+Agree.+
+Agree.+
+Agree.+
+Agreed. And speaking of the elders in the past, did any of you inform 'that ship'? +
+No. Wait a minute.+
+Who notified. This should not be communicated. +
+Oops.+
+But if it begins to enter the Medusa defense circle, or sends us a signal to approach, we cannot destroy it. Also, we must find a way to notify it to avoid the monitoring stations and experimental worlds of the Pan-Cult. But recently, the allies of Mars have begun to express dissatisfaction and spy on our independent actions. Ah. Ferrus's hand. +
+Your thought signals show that your cerebral cortical activity and blood perfusion are a little over the limit, brother. Let go of your mental barriers and let me relax for you temporarily. +
+Passed. Opened. I feel less pressure in my skull now. Thanks, Brother Traci, it seems that your psychic skills have improved greatly since your escape from death. +
+This is the feeling that the new life and the new body gave me. Its psychic resistance, storage and fluidity are indeed better. +
+Don't even mention what the Gene Father would think if he saw it and what it contained. Even some of us can't stand 'those'. +
+However, the Sobek Weyland Dreadnought that my father first used was awakened deep in the Medusa's 'cellar'. He must have seen some knowledge that he did not allow us to bring into the world, but he has not yet pursued us. Perhaps Ferrus Manus has tacitly forgiven us, and perhaps we don't need to be so secretive and fearful about this matter. +
+If there's any explanation for why we don't have to fear the Gorgon's wrath so much, it's that neither you nor I are too involved in this matter. And my future calculations on this are not very optimistic. +
+What's next.+
+See how the genetic father handles it. +
+My calculation data tells me that the genetic father hesitated at that moment. He stopped him but did not kill him. We are going to be in unexpected big trouble next. +
+Only the rare occasion that your calculations aren't so accurate this time, bro. +
+Let’s hope so.+
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Once the necessary parts of the Vesalius were contained, it was pushed relentlessly into the center of the star.

Now, everyone is in the Rakuan Clan Hall.

The Lakuan Clan Hall was a mobile super fortress built from the beginning for war.

war.

It could be against aliens, or it could be against demons, the war with heretics is always there, and for a deserted post-technological world like Medusa, where the geological surface is too active, there is rarely any permanently unchanging terrain, and it is full of clans and tribes that are full of survival competition and hostility with each other, the biggest war is the struggle against the death threat here that has always wanted to take human life.

Therefore, each clan hall actually has the functions and space to allow a child to complete his life from birth to death.

Of course, the child's unusually large size might be a problem, but now that Ferrus Manus has returned, the ancient and mysterious functions of the Clan Hall have been restored to a great extent.

Thus a vast living quarters chamber fit for a Primarch was quickly prepared, and within it the greatest prey the Iron Hands had captured on this unexpected interdimensional hunt was imprisoned.

"What should we do now?" After temporarily sending away all the Gorgon heirs in the room and leaving only the two of them, Fulgrim Ishtar murmured to Garuda.

Garuda Ferrus Manus replied calmly, "If we had killed him when we rushed in, we wouldn't be in trouble now."

"But it was you who stopped me from strangling him to death right after he introduced himself, Mr. Chuchu! You, a cold-blooded boy, don't come to me to establish your image, okay? But now I regret not choosing not to listen to him and kill him with a saber first. - But now it's like this, he and other... so-called captives have been taken back to our ship. This may sound strange for me to say, but I always feel that, at this point, killing him may not be the best solution."

"..."

"You should express your opinion. As the biggest and most direct victim, although this is my opinion now that I have calmed down, if you plan to execute them immediately to complete your revenge, I can fully understand and support you. I will not stop you or harbor resentment towards you."

"...Let's observe for a while."

"Oh. Sure, but don't say I didn't warn you, Mr. Chuchu of Iron Wings! Hesitation will most likely lead to defeat."

(End of this chapter)