Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 470 Send eggs, you will win
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Calixis Sector, Port Wanderer
Today, the queue in the square in front of the delicious and nutritious restaurant was unusually short of about twenty feet of people queuing at the end.

Although no one is willing to give up their place in line to receive the sacred hot water, there are always families with too many children who are always short-staffed. Among them, those who care most about their children's future have to ask for an extra divine blessing for their children today and regretfully miss it.

The reason for this rare phenomenon is that today it is said that the masters of the Holy Land of Noble Mercy accepted the invitation of the State Church of Wandering Port - the more than 100 branch sects of the State Church here finally reached an internal ceasefire agreement after a long period of heresy, fear, questioning, verification, debate, abuse, pulling, struggle and assassination.

Finally, led by the Cathedral of Wandering Port, a cavalry of priests and envoys with full ceremonial guards and sincerity were solemnly dispatched to this place to extend an invitation to the owners of this restaurant and the signboard shop opposite it, whose origins were still mysterious but whose effectiveness had undoubtedly been proven to have sheltered the souls of many citizens of the Empire in the void and prevented them from being lost in the unknown world of darkness and aliens. They invited the ancient Kalosini Merchant Ronin Dynasty to send representatives to go together to the cathedral built in the Central Fortress today and to carry out preaching activities about the glory of the Holy Emperor there.

The event will also compare the two sides' preaching and the collection of lost souls to determine who has the highest priority for interpretation in this remote place - yes, the state religion is the state religion, but don't you look at where this place is and how many grenade launchers your "loyal" opponents have.

Therefore, the Kalosini Dynasty sent the confident and high-spirited Black Templar priest brother Geratos and the former Imperial Fist priest brother Lekevin, who was now very stable and calm, to "preach how our great lord brought the light of protection and glory to this place." They also asked Loken and Torgadon at the door to "inadvertently" mention during their chat that "it is said that anyone who listens to the sermons of the two emperors' angels of death may get an extra dozen artificial eggs and a recommendation form for the school to be built."

Perturabo BC commented on the Ecclesiarchy's actions, "Obviously, because what we offer to mortals here is too effective when crossing the sea of ​​warp and the darkness at the edge of the galaxy, the charlatans are desperate and have resorted to this desperate measure."

As soon as Ramizarn heard the words "we will send eggs", he firmly believed that even if the priest brothers Geratos announced on the spot that the opponent was a heretic, they would not lose the debate.

"If that's the case, then why didn't the State Church choose to issue a heresy trial against us, ban us violently, or use violent agencies to arrest us? And it seems that the State Church can summon the battle sisters of the Sisters to assist here? Although I don't remember the details at all, I am very sure that the State Church in the Calixis Sector is definitely not a good thing, and this sector seems to have... Let me think... Well, it shouldn't be the Silver Shroud... Yes, the Ebony Holy Grail Sisters! They should be stationed here."

The name mentioned by Ramizarn made Perturabo BC's long eyebrows rise about two millimeters. The dog tapped the input device twice, "Hmm. Although it is the Ebony Holy Grail, it is only fifty sisters. Moreover, the station of these fifty sisters is also a hundred thousand miles away from Wandering Port. According to the information sent back by Mac...Kadur, the Grand Inquisitor here is very cautious about using the armed forces of the Sisters to intervene in any conflict. This is probably one of the reasons why we didn't see them."

"Well, it's a shame that I haven't actually met a member of the Sisters of Battle yet. So why aren't there any other operations?"

"You think not?" Perturabo BC sneered. "Well, let me give you an analogy."

He operated the robotic arm of his vehicle to slightly open the curtains and pointed at the scenery and crowd outside.

"Did you see that young girl?"

"Yes. She seems to admire you very much. I have seen her around here at least five or six times recently. Every time, she shyly holds roses and letters. Sometimes she even leaves you poems with roses."

"Come on." The Iron Warriors' Primarch, now with black and white fur, sneered again, "She doesn't admire us or come here devoutly every day to write hymns to me. The thorns of the roses even contain genetic sample collectors. It's a very sophisticated gadget, but the technology is not Imperial. This girl is an Inquisitor's subordinate, an acolyte agent sent to spy on us, although she has done a good job for a novice."

"Ah? Oh, wait a minute, (whispering) LOGOS, where is the built-in recorder? This is the first time I've seen a mortal acolyte with such a normal appearance. Let me take a picture to commemorate it... Wait, how did you find her... Then why are you still keeping her..."

"This girl is not a big threat, and the master behind her is very patient. She also abides by her duties and does not cross the prescribed red line, so I will keep her and see what she and her master behind her want to do. I am not afraid of enemies, but there is no need to create more."

"That's right. We need to have fewer enemies and more friends."

The dog nodded naturally, then turned his gaze to the other side, "As for the bugs that appear from time to time but have neither patience nor respect and courtesy towards me..."

They watched helplessly as a vague human figure appeared from the transparent air outside the mezzanine roof of a warehouse crammed with goods in the distance, and struggled painfully for a few seconds - then something flew by and dragged the invisible figure with limp limbs back into the darkness.

Although it was very fast, Ramizane still recognized what it was: it was the half-turned side face of Maxim, the former Astral Knight and current "Silver (Steel) Color (Iron) Skull (Brave) Bone (Soldier)"'s new blood lieutenant.

"Wait, that's not what I bought before..."

"Those are the stone children of Dorne under my command. I transported them here and spread them around Wandering Port and the surrounding asteroids, responsible for secret tracking, eavesdropping and clearing operations. - Let the Black Templars do this. They always can't help but shout various slogans, and each of them locks their weapons on their wrists with chains! The Sons of Olympia who followed me were already seriously short of numbers. Even if the Destiny Steel could operate, it still needed to be guarded. Not to mention the Iron Ring, even a special model like the West... 'White Rise' is not necessary to do this. The purpose of retaining the characteristics of each legion is to make the best use of them in appropriate strategic deployment, and to use good steel on the blade, rather than using some stealth to chew hard bones or using heavy firepower legion champions to assassinate."

Perturabo BC lowered the curtains and used a mechanical arm to pick up the glass of milk in front of him and bring it to his furry mouth. "Although according to the outdated Codex Astartes, the Tenth Company is indeed a scout company, but I didn't choose them for that reason. Because their size and equipment are the most suitable for this kind of activity. Besides, I just recently retrieved them from the bottom of the ship, and it's time to let them out for a walk to test the results of their training."

"...Wait, what else is in the base of the Destiny Steel? Aren't there various stocks, water tanks, fuel, and that garbage disposal device? I thought we had dealt with it last time? When did you..."

"Oh, nothing. It's just that when we left Medlengard, the bottom warehouse may not have been properly cleaned for more than 6,000 years. So I asked them to wear the newly developed reconnaissance armor and weapons from Decima's armory, and then go down to clean and inventory the goods on the lower deck to do a practical test of the new equipment, and by the way, train their physical fitness and daily affairs ability. After all, I am the captain of the tenth company, and I have the right to decide how to smash these pebbles into sharp spearheads or beautiful dip pen heads." The dog drank a sip of ice milk that the mechanical arm brought to his mouth with satisfaction, and licked the tip of his nose. "Ah, I have to say it, although I thought that you bought them out of habitual and inexplicable cold kindness, but now I find that it feels unexpectedly good to melt the stones of Dorne into my shape with steel."

Ramizarn muttered, "You are now on the flagship, using Dorn's wetware, serving as the teacher of the Machine Spirit Magnar Dorn, and training a bunch of Dorn's descendants... well... I can't say, but Dorn's descendants... should at least be able to withstand pressure. Speaking of the Decimal Sage, why doesn't he come out to communicate with his colleagues here? Does he look down on the technology circulating here? But there is a lot of news about aliens and lost worlds here."

"Decima is an independent sage affiliated with the Origin Restored Order. And the Origin Restored Order and Mars... tsk tsk, strictly speaking, they are not the same." Perturabo BC showed a very meaningful expression. "When the members of the Origin Restored Order left Mars... I'll use a not very appropriate metaphor, maybe you can understand, their relationship with Mars is a bit like the nomadic fleet exiled by my nineteenth brother Clarks, but the Origin Restored Order has not yet been marked as a heretic by the Empire."

"That's a really clear and concise explanation. I understand. My dear Perturabo, you are so knowledgeable! You even know the secrets of Clarks! Since the Origin Adeptus and Mars are not so on good terms, it's no wonder that Sage Decima is serving on your flagship. I was wondering before that if he belonged to the Dark Mechanicus, why did he seem to be... quite..."

"Normal, right? He is just particularly keen on researching war and weapons. The Yuanhuan Order is very fond of delving into this area, so I provided him with a position in the armory, a place to study without being disturbed, and the benefit of playing chess with me from time to time. With the help of Magna's computing power and stable space, his research has made great progress. This is also one of the reasons why he has stayed here instead of joining the most difficult endless battles."

"Sage Decima... To be honest, his name sounds familiar to me, but I can't remember where I've read about his life or experiences. ... In addition, I'm curious, will all your sons look like you?"

"Why do you ask that suddenly?"

"It just occurred to me that some of the Primarchs' gene seeds, as far as I know, will make their offspring more and more like them over time? Of course, I'm sure the Alpha Legion doesn't have this problem."

The dog's bright dark brown eyes looked at his body inquiringly, "You have been thinking like this more often recently. Are you sensing something or is the environment here too boring for you?"

"Because I've been seeing more and more people recently, I've been using my...your brain a little bit, so your thinking has become more active, right?"

The Border Primarch pricked up his ears. "Man, the myriad thoughts can even affect... this is also... well, my sons will mostly look like me, but there are some pretty striking coincidences, which I usually regard as a kind of black humor irony of everything our biological father has established."

"For example?"

"For example, besides Shanto's name being a cross between the names of a Salamanders Chapter Captain, I also have sons who serve as warsmiths. They are named Korvax, Kalpharon, Ferros Ironclaw, and one who looks like he was adopted from Fulgrim's Third Legion. His name is Tolamino."

Ramizane was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, "Oh my god, Pepe, I never knew you had such a strong sense of humor! That's great! I hope I can get a chance to meet them later, hahahaha."

"Oh, I don't think you'll see some of them." The dog flexed his paw and scratched the fur around his mouth, "but there are some that you might see."

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When Soltan finally arrived at the scene of the teaching accident under Kalan-Gol with his men, the accident and the demon had already been basically dealt with by a certain angry war blacksmith.

Tolamino, who was so angry and mad that he was deformed (physically) because of the loss of face and substance, gave full play to the added effect of the intense emotional power in the Eye of Terror - referring to the fact that even though Bloodheart later got his demonic weapons, the axe and whip could not stop him from retreating step by step under the close-range intensive shooting of siege missiles and the crazy slashing and swinging of the siege master who was completely reckless about his life. In the end, half of his head was shoveled off by a power long-handled broadsword, and he was then driven back behind the curtain with a roar.

The students had already climbed onto a cave platform on one side in the chaos, and watched with a new sense of awe the full teaching demonstration of close range firepower and melee long-handled weapons by the Terminator Master, who had recovered to his form 10,000 years ago and was thrown into the most arduous and extreme frontline siege battlefield. He used a violent saturation attack that was equally cruel to his own life and the life of his enemies, and would do anything to achieve the goal of destruction, turning the opponent, his demon armor, and half of the mine into a pile of ruins.

"I'm beginning to think that Professor Tolamino is really amazing." Samokan and his friend muttered as they sketched, "This exorcism method is so immediate and easy to learn! It's much clearer than memorizing long paragraphs of spells! I think this method is more suitable for me."

+……(A strange feeling of gloating and complicated mood swings)+
Aquilon, the huge King of the Skinless, nodded. "Cut! Kill!" he declared. "Learn from the professor how to kill stronger and harder! As long as you kill more, you will win!"

Uriel, who had been listening to the conversation silently, was already holding his forehead and thinking about how to get the two students' brains back together in the cultural course he was responsible for.

He just felt a dull headache.

(End of this chapter)