Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 472 When there is a test paper in front of you...
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"What answer should I write for this question?"

Biting the ceramic steel pen, a freshman who was taking the final exam for the semester wailed in his heart.

At the other end of the room sat the only other student in the class, the Skinless One whom he called Aquilon, who was scratching his head and roaring at the test paper in front of him.

"Raum, help me!"

+(Not very willing voice)How do you want me to help you? +
+You have lived a long life and know a lot of things, right? Then tell me the answers to these questions! +
+…I’ve lived a long time, but I’m beginning to think that I’ve seen it all—how can someone open a school on a demonic world and give exams to blessed warriors instead of building something greater and more ambitious with your talent? +
+Stop talking nonsense! What great cause... I only know that if I do badly on the placement test, then I will have to face the extremely scary Professor Uriel! +
+The darling of the cursed? What? Just open your body and soul to me, and you can kill him now...+
+Don't think about your killing! Space! How to write this topic! Didn't you tell me that you can do anything? ! Come and help me write this first! - Try to write an article, with a title of your own, and the content should be no less than 800 words. The theme is about the history of the empire and the religious myths and legends of the empire that you know... No, ah, let's write this first! Try to list all the weapons and weapon activation effects that you know...+
+Are you trying to get a ticket to become an apprentice on some wizard star? Isn't this the Iron Warriors' Medlengard? Was I in such a hurry that I went to the wrong place...? Impossible! +
+This is Medlengard! Do you know how to do the test paper? If you can't do the test paper, I won't call you a magical space! You are just a bragging space! +
+Of course I will! Just wait! Just wait for me for a moment! Do what you know how to do first! I will be there soon...+
The boy felt an unnatural tremor under his skin, as if something angrily lifted the veil of space and quickly went away. He only hoped that this demon who called himself "space" could give him some strength. Then he bit the pen that had begun to loosen and stared at the next question, a math problem given by Soltarn, "If you need to build a standard classical theater with an area of ​​24 square kilometers within 10 hours, the materials are marble hills kilometers away, and there are enough space warriors, auxiliary troops, vehicles and Titans, and you need to carve statues and decorations for the classical theater. In an ideal situation, please try to calculate the required cubic materials, the number of people, and give your reasonable material planning and logistics distribution plan... What!"

Samokan, a stalwart elementary school student who was seven feet tall and weighed three hundred pounds when not in his demon skin state, was currently being admitted to the sixth grade of the Medlengard Olympia Military Academy without an entrance exam, thanks to the blessing of being one of the first batch of students. Of course, this school built in a magical huge palace currently only had two grades in total.

The first grade corresponds to ordinary skinless people. Teachers are very tolerant of students in this grade. The main teaching content is to let them realize that "first of all, you are a human being", "secondly, humans do not eat humans", "so you can't just eat people who look like humans, even if they are dead, and you can't eat garbage!" In short, as long as these skinless people can finally see mortals and other iron warriors without drooling and showing a greedy look, they will win.

The sixth grade corresponds to the King of the Skinless and Samokwan. Yes, there are only two registered students in this grade, and they have to face a group of professors. Because of Aquilon's conditions, in fact, all the professors' eyes are on Samokwan. He finds that he has entered a situation where he has no way to be lazy or cheat.

Because all the staff members except two students in the sixth grade are professors, and considering that most of the teachers wear power armor, are good at long-term combat, and can withstand hunger and thirst, and the Skinless Ones do not have any picky eating problems like children, Tolamino is very puzzled by Soltarn's insistence on setting up a cafeteria in the palace of the Lord of Steel, which he had begged for with great difficulty.

"You can't do this!" He slammed the table and stomped the ground with his exquisite power armor boots. "How could you build such an ugly and unnecessary building in the palace of our noble father?! This is blasphemy!"

Of course, Tolamino was immediately struck by some kind of impatient mini lightning, and before he woke up, the dining hall and the big kitchen were completed. After that, the wizard lord ate in silence, but that’s another story.

In theory, the academy's auxiliary military academy also accepts mortals, but given that the skinless are always hungry and, most importantly, they are seriously lacking qualified teachers, this plan remains only on paper.

On this planet that has been attacked, swept, and investigated many times by the army led by Soltan, even if there are still some undisciplined war blacksmiths and war gangs, they have lost confidence when the Olympia Military Academy was officially established.

After three weeks of witnessing Soltan praying tirelessly in front of an open manuscript in the chapel, on the morning of the twenty-second day, a revelation came to him, and he jumped into his vehicle in ecstasy and rushed to the gate of the mysterious palace of their Gene-Father.

There weren't any guards there, but no one had ever successfully gotten in and left.

All people have been able to see are the corpses of those who tried to break in or invade. They are regularly spit out by the castle with the rumbling roar of autonomous machinery and piled up in the deep trenches at the entrance.

"I know!" the Stoneforge shouted. "I know! It was never locked, and it needs no guards. It's a maze!"

He walked towards the suspension bridge of the Palace of the Lord of Steel. The stones there were also black, but unlike the bricks and stones of Karan-Gol, which were actually completed through rituals using ancient cursed corpses, the stones here were pure. They were just stones, solid volcanic rocks, with silver metallic juice pouring in the cracks, which was molten steel.

As Thortarn approached, he heard the rocks near the palace warning him of the danger ahead.

But he was fearless. He raised the manuscript and pendant in his hands, showing everything he had learned from his father to this silent, majestic, and dangerous palace. He strode onto the bridge leading to the front. The bridge was wide and flat, and each stone was just right, which could accommodate two Titans and the guards at the same time. But in the past eight thousand years, no organized team had ever set foot on this beautiful ground. The rocks were only slowly eroded by the wind and sand under the gaze of the white phosphorus sky and the cold black sun.

Many eyes, in the open and in the dark, watched Soltann's behavior as he blatantly challenged their father, who had always lacked patience, tolerance and love.

Perhaps in the next second, twelve plasma cannons would emerge from the top of the Iron Lord's palace, and then blast the Stoneforge into pieces without leaving any trace.

Some people maliciously speculated and hoped so, while Samokan looked worriedly at the lonely figure of the old stonemason walking forward step by step, calling his father's name. Uh, speaking of which, if I could meet Soltarn's father, should I call him grandfather?
Soltarn will be fine, right?

+... Can't any of you see the terrible truths that are constantly surrounding him? You bunch of blind people! Forget it, but being able to see these shows that I have not chosen the wrong path. This is valuable, and I will prove it to you again... +
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Calixis Sector, Port Wanderer
Delicious and nutritious restaurant

After giving some encouragement to the two priests who had won the debate, Ramizarn turned to the Primarch beside him.

"Pepe, what's wrong with you?"

His ice-blue eyes looked towards Perturabo BC across the way with some worry.

"Are you a little tired of thinking about the construction of the academy here recently? Maybe we should go out more often? How is your clock being repaired? It's a good thing for traveling without taking up time, you know? I think if you can use it to take a trip, no matter how long you rest during the trip, it will only take a blink of an eye when you come back. You should make good use of its characteristics during such a busy time. - You seem to have been listening to something recently, but I didn't hear any strange movement. I am worried about your health."

"I'm fine." Bian Mu put down one of his ears and pretended to be calm. "You don't feel anything?"

"What do you feel?" The person on the other side blinked in confusion, and listened carefully to the movements in the environment. "In the distance, they have begun to build a new main building of the college, expand the port, and there are people selling snacks, guiding people, and in the bar... Oh, I still don't listen carefully, there are too many. But there is nothing special, just like usual, all normal sounds."

"Okay. Not surprising." Perturabo muttered, "Then Magna and I will have to work harder... Well... There's no need for those who have lost their brains... The palace... Okay, open some unimportant peripheral areas. Why do I have to set the test questions... The honor of the principal...? Let's leave such trivial matters to Magna. It's good for him to have something to do. I haven't finished my report yet."

"What? Pepe? Need help?"

"Nothing, but some data streams here show that the transmitter on the other side uses some kind of ritual... The quality of the transmitted signal is very worrying, so we need to re-analyze and encode it when receiving it. Um... There are also some serious packet loss... Let me see..." The dog tapped the input device in front of him, "Where did all this go... By the way, you should spare some time later. I do have something for you to do, and it's just right that you can practice in advance for your school." "Oh? What?"

"Hmm... something like answering questions and grading papers?"

Ramizane blinked in surprise, "Where did the questions and test paper come from?"

"Don't ask me that. I will convert the information and send it to you. You just need to decide whether the answers they submitted and the questions they raised are appropriate based on your own opinions."

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Outside the Eye of Fear

The Holy Empire and the Dark Side of the Empire

In the astropathic choirs of different worlds or fleets, even in the skies and on the ground of Holy Terra
"Holy throne above!"

“Ahhh my head is going to explode! This is not something I can watch…”

The Astropaths either knelt on the ground or raised their hands to the empty sky.

"What happened to them?"

Officers and higher-level supervisors were puzzled by the collective unrest of the astropaths, while navigators simultaneously reported that their third eyes did not see any obvious changes in reality or the warp - at least not for the worse.

"I don't know. According to the chief choirmaster, an extremely strong force has 'poured out' from the Eye of Terror, and now this wave is flowing along the Great Rift... Oh? That's not right."

"what happened?"

"Very strange. Those great enemies of the Empire and the evil Chaos Unborn usually move along the Great Rift or the rift they call the 'Scarlet Road' and the huge warp storms along the way. Most of the monitoring and battle encounters so far meet this characteristic. A few are due to the special characteristics of their planets, such as the Forge World or a specific home world. But this strong energy fluctuation is very strange. First of all, although it is very penetrating, it seems to simply cause...physical headaches."

"Is it really that simple?"

"So far, sir. Chaos contamination testing even suggests..."

“Don’t spread raw data that could cause confusion before it’s verified.”

"As ordered."

"Then it was 'backflow'."

“Where does it flow?”

"Here." The star map was brought over, "It flows to the opposite side of the Great Rift, in the direction of the star regions behind the Eye of Terror, the Skarrus, Calixis, or Ixhanides star regions."

"What's there? Any disturbance, heresy, precursor to invasion, or foreshadowing of a battle?"

"That's the problem, sir." The confused look on the secretary's face was also reflected in his voice. "There is nothing there. In fact, according to the reports received so far, it is the best time since the Angwen expedition. It is peaceful and prosperous. The Calixis sector has even paid all recent tithes and all additional war taxes on time and in good quality. Everything is... very good."

"Say it again, you said that the Calixis Sector paid all recent tithes and additional war taxes in full, in good condition, and without any delay?"

"Yes, my Lord, I have heard that some of your Excellencies thought it might be appropriate to send some honorary commendations to the Qing court of Sintira."

"A bunch of idiots!"

"grown ups?!"

"Immediately, contact the Imperial Navy, the Inquisition, and..." the speaker hesitated, "...the Adeptus Astartes that currently have no combat missions, and ask them to send suitable and sufficiently capable teams nearby to check out the Calixis sector."

"Yes, my lord!"

"There's definitely something wrong with this."

(End of this chapter)