Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 457: Extra Chapter: Saving Mortarion (3K version) (Sudden ending)
So, while Felix was eager to return home on his journey to refresh his visa-free time, the operation to rescue Mortarion discussed by the six primarchs finally had a very abrupt solution that made the other brothers extremely dissatisfied, but it was indeed a solution.

And who will show up at the end of this whole thing?

*This chapter may be the most down-to-earth one, so please think twice before continuing reading.

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When Felix Kedomo's feet set foot on the land of Seris again, it was already evening three days after the jungle meeting.

The exhausted company commander rushed to the residential area where the Father of Genes lived before even putting down his luggage.

As he stood by the roadside pretending to be a resting traveler, and his genetic father walked towards him briskly with beautiful parallel steps and his tail tucked, a great sense of happiness once again swept over Felix's heart.

Of course, the captain of the first company had a personal preference and selectively ignored the fact that dogs must be leashed when walking on the streets of Seris. What leash? It doesn't exist. The most beautiful thing on this street is the Lord of Steel, the most perfect and majestic figure in the world.

Apparently, Perturabo BC also saw his Trident Chief, and he nodded slightly to this son who was most like him in some ways. The two sides made eye contact, and then Perturabo BC pretended to walk over unintentionally and curiously, and began to sniff Felix's suitcase.

Almost at the same time, the owner who was taking Perturabo for a walk suddenly became alert from his blank expression, as if he had to go out for a walk because his mind was wandering. He seemed very experienced and began to grab the rope, carefully pulling his dog back, and apologized in advance to the passers-by who were disturbed.

Felix put on his most natural smile towards the current gene father's... er... owner (luckily this is not thirty-eight thousand years later, otherwise Felix would probably be half-kneeling to answer him) and waved his hands vigorously to show that he didn't mind the dog getting close to him - God, Iron Blood! The Primarch is using his wet and cold nose to push my arm! Ahhhh, my father's mouth, the feel of the short hair on his mouth...

I would do anything in the galaxy to protect this wonderful fluff now!!
Felix, who was almost completely overwhelmed by the joy, was still the chief of the Trident and the first captain. At least he was not completely overwhelmed by the bliss that had come. He felt that Perturabo BC was pretending to nudge him but was actually passing on a set of regular codes to him.

Under the enthusiastic words of the owner of the Father of Genes, "He wants to play with you! He seems to really like you! You can touch his head! Don't be afraid! I'll pinch his mouth for you!" and the murderous gaze of the Father of Genes, Felix boldly touched the thick and soft mane on the back of the dog's head, watched the black and white dog and his owner leave and continue to stroll forward, then he immediately took out his notebook, relied on his memory to record the regular code that the dog had just passed to him using long and short symbols, and then looked at the written symbol group to decipher it again.

……

what.

This was a set of combat codes used by the IV Legion often during intense battles on the front lines prior to the Horus Heresy.

Felix found that he had held his breath without knowing when. He exhaled a breath of foul air from the depths of his lungs, blinked, and subconsciously stroked the corners of his eyes with his knuckles - controlling the emotions of a mortal body is not as easy as controlling the genetically engineered bodies of Space Marines. There is no power armor that closely monitors their psychological and physiological changes, and will not promptly and directly inject regulating drugs into their blood vessels through the interfaces on the surface of the body.

He picked up the paper again to confirm. This set of combat codes gave him a time and a coordinate in a concise and clear manner. Although he didn't know how a sheepdog got the geographical coordinates, he thought that the great and wise Lord of Steel must have his own way.

The company commander took out his personal mobile communicator and looked at the time displayed on it.

It was enough for him to drop off his luggage at the hotel and then rush over. Very good.

He immediately hailed a taxi and headed towards the hotel he had booked in advance.

Whatever GeneFather planned to do next or what role he was going to play in it, carrying his large suitcase would obviously not be conducive to any combat operations, but he would take his wallet and personal mobile communicator.

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Lorgar Aurelion successfully convinced (?) his brothers at the jungle meeting, and then took the nearby squirrels who were moved by his speech and divided them into different tactical teams according to their residence. The furry little animals nimbly took advantage of the cover of darkness and headed towards their two action locations separately.

Of course, considering that night is the time when pet cats and dogs spend time at home with their owners, and that there is probably no one available to come in and open the main door twice for them (this is the key point), the task of central communication between the two teams, transmitting the combat situation on the front line, and possible air support (slightly) can only rely on the more reliable Clarks and... uh... Magnus, who should become more reliable.

At the same time, the free, green-eyed, golden-haired Lord of the First Army, El'Jonson, could walk along the path trampled by the fishermen on the wall and under the river bank to the high-rise building where Mortarion was imprisoned, ready to watch up close the operations that the Great Word Bearer boasted to his brothers about.

——What a joke! Lorgar could really train a group of squirrel warriors with just his eloquence! You know, they had already proved one thing - they, the animals with their own "self-awareness", were the exceptions, and the other cats and dogs were just ordinary animals.

So no matter how many other squirrels there are, they are just squirrels! Today, let him prepare to watch Lorgar's defeat and be ready for the ridicule after the battle. In the end, it is up to the cats to win this operation!
It had to be a cat! Just like the soldiers of his First Legion! Agile, independent, alert, and strong, he could rush in when the door was open! Open all the doors! Jump onto the chandeliers and cabinets! Push everything down from high places! Jump onto the curtains! Jump onto the air conditioner! Let him make a big fuss! Then use his strong fists to knock down the hateful alien... no, the hateful mortal who enslaved their brothers! Finally, he could reluctantly use his claws to push Mortarion to the stairwell -

Just a little bit.

Going up and down twenty-one floors is indeed a little too high for a cat.

Lion El'Jonson raised his head hard. At this moment, he really missed his Indomitable Truth and its hangar full of Stormbirds and Thunderhawks, as well as its private armory loaded with various weapons and equipment, and his loyal and faithful six-winged army.

"Meow~~~~?" The soft, sweet and meowing cat's cry that could not be ignored brought the Caliban lion, who was indulging in the glorious and great space voyage and galactic war, back to reality.

Leon left his small royal court tonight in order to have a glimpse and to prepare to be the savior after Lorgar's failure.

He had walked too far. This place was no longer within his normal range of activities, let alone his territory. Therefore, the owner of this building and the riverside territory actually belonged to someone else.

It's just that Leon originally thought that his luck should be enough for him to complete all the actions in a short time and leave quietly. But it's clear that the god of luck didn't favor him today.

The Lord of the First Army shook out all the hair on his body and slowly turned around, his mane wrapping majestically around his head and neck like a cloak.

A tall, strong and beautiful calico tortoiseshell she-cat appeared in his sight, parting the grass formed by iris leaves on both sides.

Oh.

Damn it. It's really her. Why is she not out hunting today but at the river?

As the she-cat approached with a forced smile, Lion El'Jonson braced himself and approached with his tail raised.

Anyway, I hope I can deal with her before things are over...————————

Under the watchful eyes of Clarks hovering in the sky and Magnus perched on the treetop below.

Lorgar Aurelion was giving his final mobilization speech on a shaded lawn, and then he began to assign his red-bellied squirrels in an orderly manner.

Although these chirping furry little animals were completely incapable of performing movements as coordinated as the Astartes, they were able to act separately as Lorgar had said.

One team was responsible for guarding the exit they were going to use and finding enough clean old clothes as a buffer, one team was responsible for entering the building with him, and finally there was a single, cutest and most beautiful big gray squirrel who was responsible for deliberately showing up to attract human attention.

"Do you think his plan will succeed?"

Clarks flew to Magnus' side and shook his head solemnly. "I'm not sure, brother. Although it really sounded incredible when he said it at the time, we all felt like he was dreaming, but now I'm beginning to be unsure."

Then they saw that although the squirrels made many anxious and extra movements while waiting, they were really under Lorgar's command. The squirrels carried a roll of rope and sacks and followed him in the shadows behind the steps of the gate. Then the cutest and cleanest squirrel jumped up the steps and walked towards the target that Lorgar had chosen long ago - a young girl who got off work very late but on time, and seemed to like small animals very much.

It walked over to her and sat down when she swiped her card and was about to enter, then stared at her with its cute black eyes.

The kind lady's attention was immediately focused on the cute squirrel. She was surprised and uttered a small cry to this cute and fearless animal, but quickly stopped, staring at the squirrel and tiptoed to take out her phone from her bag to take photos from multiple angles and post them on social media.

——He didn't notice at all that a group of squirrels led by Lorgar were quickly sneaking into the building one after another behind him.

"I'm beginning to think that Lorgar's plan might actually work, brother."

Magnus turned to the Lord of Ravens, who was also watching all this with wide eyes, "But how on earth did he convince these wild animals to perform such complex actions?! It stands to reason that the intelligence of this species of squirrels... there is no way they can be trained to such amazing mobility in such a short time! If communication alone could achieve this level, Perturabo and the others would have contacted the other pet dogs in this building long ago!"

Clarks jumped restlessly on the branch. "That's a good question, Magnus, and I wondered that too. Have I been underestimating his abilities in some way, just like you all?"

The hoopoe's large red crest opened and closed again. "Perhaps, words are more powerful than pure force in certain... circumstances."

They waited outside the building for a while, and Clarks flew to the 21st floor, circled a few times, and then dived down again.

"We succeeded," he told Magnus. "Lorgar and the squirrels were pulling the sack containing Mortarion towards the garbage dump. The strange guy was lying in the corridor, still unaware - they turned off the lights, and then took his glasses and put them on the other side! I have to say, it's unbelievable!"

Soon, Mr. Felix Kedomo, who arrived at the agreed place on time, received a... dirty, very thin, dazed gray long-haired rabbit in a large sack, which was delivered by the squirrels led by Lorgar.

Based on the experience he gained from other primarchs, Felix immediately nodded cautiously to the Great Word Bearer Squirrel, picked up the sack containing the rabbit and quickly left the scene.

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The next day.

In the dense forest.

Mortarion, who was rescued by his brothers, stomped his feet angrily inside the cage that Felix was carrying.

They have been waiting here for a while.

Mortarion grew more and more angry.

The company commander certainly didn't understand the rabbit's yelling, but it didn't look like an act that expressed anything like happiness or joy.

Chief Trident was very careful and somehow experienced (?) and found a 24-hour veterinary hospital across the region to do an examination and also made an appointment for a bathing service.

So the Mortarion who was about to appear in front of his brothers was not only very thin - according to the doctor, he shouldn't be as thin as 15 pounds with his big frame - but he had also been washed clean, smelled good, combed and trimmed. He was completely different from the previous rabbit. Even his kind master would not be able to recognize him if he came.

“Squeak! Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak—! (What’s going on! According to the numbers I calculated, I was almost able to successfully leave this body through meditation and numerical cycle ascetic rituals and return to where I was supposed to be! Ah! How could someone think of letting a squirrel steal a rabbit! How could there be such a person? ! ! I hate you! I hate you all! I hate this world!)”

"What? Brother? Hate us?" Before Mortarion finished his curse, different animals walked out one after another from the shadows behind the first squirrel that appeared with a smile and from the depths of the bushes.

Mortarion's voice trailed off, grew startled, and began to make strange noises.

Then, when he saw Lion El'Jonson with bruises all over his face(?) and Robert Guilliman (who had not yet had time to take off his formal attire), he finally couldn't help but burst into laughter.

“Haha ...!!!”

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Even though it's hard to evaluate, the result was a happy resolution to Mortarion's problem, allowing the Lord of Death to (not particularly happily) reunite (?) with his other furry brothers in the land of a mysterious eastern kingdom in the third millennium.

A blue-green snake cautiously poked its head out of his lair and glanced at the lights upstairs.

The lights were still on in Perturabo's house, while Dorn's house had turned off the lights in the kitchen and living room. The owner of another house was watering the flowers on the balcony, Clarks had already flown away, and Magnus flew in another direction.

He hissed and retreated back into the depths of his hidden lair under the tree at their door.

(End of this chapter)