Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 473: Outside the Theater Before the Show Begins
It is the conscience of a person, not the person, who is tormented by other experiences. If one wants to maintain a constant heart, one must be affectionate and yet ruthless, value everything and yet be able to see through everything, be in this world and not in this world, and also know and yet know nothing... Such a harmonious state is not the nature of any existence, but is accumulated from countless painful lessons and experiences with numerous corpses. Inquirer, please remember that this galaxy has never been tolerant. It is always a theater, church and palace built on a burial ground. It may be simple or gorgeous, but it can never be a castle in the air.

—Perturabo, on his flagship Iron Blood, sometime between 999.M41 and 001.M42
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Medlengard, Olympia Military Academy
Sixth grade classroom

+Kids, I'm back.+
+You are finally back... Although I have already used my fingers to guess the order of everyone's names to guess the single-choice and multiple-choice questions and fill-in-the-blank questions... Well... I at least wrote some words! But I still have several big questions left blank! There is no time! Space (Raum)... Speaking of which, since your name is Space and you can travel through Space, can you temporarily change time and come here to pause the time here, and wait for me to go to the teacher's lounge to read the answers and then change back? +
+If you know of anyone who can do this as easily as we can talk, I would love to make the acquaintance of such a great being, and honestly, even sign a contract to serve him. +
+Then you just can't do it. (disappointed sigh)+
+Why are you sighing? ! ...But I have successfully brought you the answer to your question! ——Recently, the number of the Changeling Lords has suddenly increased. I almost couldn't find a few of them that were alone, so I was a little slow. +
+It's really the answer! Great! You are such a good buddy space! Real brother! Quick, tell me the answer! +
+Of course, of course, one by one, first of all...+
Watching through storm-gray crystal eyes as Samokan quickly began to write down the answers that emerged in his mind on the test paper, feeling the full psychic power and such pure joy in this unique body, Raum repeated in a low voice.

+Yes, of course we are brothers. I am your brother. I will avenge you...+
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Medlengard, Olympia Military Academy
The canteen to be completed soon
When Soltan began to build the new chapel and asked all his brothers who survived the layers of "review" in the original chapel to come with their subordinates and cleaned vehicles to provide labor, he did imagine that the legion might have been broken up after ten thousand years of intrigue and blood debts, and even if it was summoned, it would still encounter some resistance. Well, the resistance occurred as expected, but what he did not expect was the direction of the resistance.

When his warsmiths and dimensional blacksmiths, who were the leaders of their respective war gangs, finally received the first message from the Father of Genes after ten thousand years, a clear message that someone was finally designated to lead them again, their enthusiasm and will for the first project forced Soltan to repeat some important rules over and over again.

"What the hell is this?! Release these slaves, wash them, eat some energy bars and send them to the east! The ground there has not been finely flattened yet! They are going to build some suitable simulation training grounds there... No, no, I don't need any more living sacrifices here. Thank you, old friend. In addition, I personally suggest that you cut off these subspace growths on your father's statue before it is completed... We don't have any plans to go out for plunder recently, but we do need to reorganize the fleet later... Hey! I want to build a normal kitchen and a multi-purpose auditorium, not some Four Gods Dancing Altar and a Dark Sanctuary... What? I know we are Chaos Undivided! But that was in the past!"

Thortan roared at his former colleagues who were directing their warbands to charge towards the construction site piled with materials. Although he was quite favored as a technical officer ten thousand years ago, and was now recognized as the inheritor of his father Yu Yan, it was obvious that his lack of trident and war blacksmith qualifications became his biggest shortcoming at this moment.

The Iron Warriors' respect and obedience to the position of Warsmith could even barely suppress their blood aversion and disgust - although Honso was still despised as a "bastard" behind his back, after Barban Falk publicly awarded him the position of Warsmith, all the Iron Warriors who originally worked for Falk immediately accepted Honso, who had half Imperial Fists blood, as their new boss, and would really execute any orders that required them to carry out suicide attacks. From this point of view, it is not surprising that Tolamino, as an outlier who often has ideas, would fail repeatedly in the Trident nomination.

"Listen to me! Here now! On Medrengard! Where all the sons of Perturabo's bloodline are! Everyone is allowed to pray to only one person and recite the Iron Litany! That is the two sides of our father! I say it again! The great Lord of Steel is real, and the merciful Gene-Father is also real! Do not taint your father's teachings with those obscene sacrifices to evil gods! And! Remove all your sculptures and ornaments that do not meet the school's requirements! I say it again! Only products that have passed the review can be kept. We do not accept any orders for demon ascension rituals, nor are we allowed to carve any large-scale dark sorcery arrays!"

Anyway, after a long period of lively clamor for revisions and deletions, this auditorium, which served as a meeting, worship and dining hall, was finally built at the same time that Karan Gall was bombed into ruins.

The only thing this Great Hall had in common with Karan-Gol was that they both had amazing, sky-pointing towers and domes—by the way, everyone was surprised to find that when they finally decided to build this hall and placed the statue of the Lord of Steel high in the center of the hall, as long as they entered the palace, the dazzling sky of the demon world, which had been burning with white phosphorus for ten thousand years, would become softer, showing a clear, light blue hue, and the black sun disappeared, leaving only sparse white-gold light falling on every corner of the palace according to the law of rising in the east and setting in the west. The air was filled with a faint smell of ozone, which brought a relatively fresh smell after neutralization, and the treasure that excited and surprised Soltarn and everyone the most was not anything else, but the sweet spring that gushed out of the ground after the first shovel of soil was dug after the groundbreaking ceremony of the Great Hall was completed.

The spring water was immediately carefully guarded and witnessed by all the Iron Warriors and Renegades present, making them all convinced of the Iron Lord's mercy and power - and then the spring water was immediately connected to the cooking water system of the large kitchen for full use.

"My father has such great power..." After waking up, Tolamino was intoxicated by the palace columns he saw and wandered for twelve and twelve hours. He could not hide his excitement and composed nine solo hymns in ancient Olympian dedicated to the Lord of Steel, "What a glorious and great masterpiece, as if it was a more reasonable and exquisite reproduction of our home in the past..." Now, he was walking cautiously but full of the joy of reunion in his gorgeously carved Olympian hand-made ceramic steel boots, with soft tones of servo joints. He walked on the ground that had not been so flat, clean and easy in ten thousand years, and walked slowly with his men dressed in Astartes armor and his apprentices through this monument to a lost world formed by quiet and deserted temples and public buildings that turned the great ideals on the drawings into works of art.

It is silent yet magnificent, with tall, straight columns, vaults and pediments made of limestone that does not exist on Medlengard, as well as golden and white marble. It is harmonious, simple, solemn and clearly laid out. The graceful goddesses and priests are wrapped in flowing and soft robes around their round bodies, holding various musical instruments, surrounded and decorated by vine leaves and other plants, and their faces, wrapped in flying curly hair, show various expressions of joy and anger.

"Look, the floor here is paved with beautiful mythological stories made of quartz mosaics, telling the stories of the ancient heroes of Olympia. Zephius and his rival Ultor always stand in one place and on both sides, Laermus, the great lover of comedy poetry, and the unpredictable Hercules, the most powerful one in the records of the pre-mythological era who played various key heroic roles. These stories are all earlier than the time when the pseudo-corpse emperor descended on Olympia, and the goddesses Helles and Ophrosine are carved on the door of this beautiful theater - unfortunately, we are not allowed to enter the area inside."

He turned around, his brows full of nostalgia, even the jealousy and calculation that had left a mark on them faded a bit. "They are the twin drama goddesses of ancient Olympia, who are carved in many public places, especially in theaters. They usually wear masks of laughter and sadness. Ah, this sculpture is so exquisite that the dividing line in the middle, which is the wine, cleverly blurs the boundary between them, so that the viewer cannot tell which goddess the mask of laughter and sadness belongs to. This genius idea must have come from the hands of the great Perturabo. Outside the theater that has not yet started, tragedy and comedy are blurred and return to the unknown."

+Oh, this half-baked wizard does have some talent in interpreting omens. Next time you want to keep him alive, I suggest you consider preserving his upper half or head. It must be quite useful for divination or intercepting subspace communications. +
+Although, Professor Tolamino is actually a nice person when he is not making those crazy sad and peacock-like mistakes. I don't think we need to treat him like that... Oh? Wait, why do I know about spring, autumn and peacocks? I have never seen these things. It's a magical experience. Now I am curious. I want to see these things with my own eyes. I wonder if there is a chance to leave here and see them? +
+Well, I think these fragments of knowledge might be some minor side effects. After all, I was a little impatient at the time, so I guess I didn’t do a good job sucking the brain marrow…+
+Huh? +
+It's okay, just think of it as some extra tips from my... uh... generous answer provider when you copied the answers earlier. +
+Is that so? Then they are pretty nice people. +
+It is quite good. +
Tolamino came back to his senses from his memories of the past, his intoxication and praise for the skills and power of the Gene Father, and looked at Samokan in confusion, who was staring at him with a specially made large feather pen.

"What's wrong? Have you finished taking notes? I warn you, I won't circle any key points because you have to listen carefully in every class to pass my test."

"Nothing." Samokan quickly replied, and turned the parchment scroll in his hand to show his professor of demonology and rituals, "Look, I have recorded everything!"

"Yes." The siege master's expression eased a little. "Although your brain should be strong enough to remember everything I said and did, as a psyker, the first lesson you need to understand is that what is written in ink on special parchment is often better than your brain's memory. Because first of all, we are studying the art of the Warp, and secondly, the planet we are on is in the Eye of Terror. Therefore, we can say that we are always below the shallowest surface of the Warp, and the Warp is so illusory and changeable that it is far beyond the limits of any human understanding. All actions that believe that they can understand its essence are the first step towards destruction. Even as conceited as I am, I dare not rashly probe into the depths of the true sea of ​​souls, because it is just like-"

The professor, who was teaching while walking, paused for half a second, and his students, who had been teaching for several days, immediately understood what he needed to say to connect with the dramatic professor's teaching.

"——Just like flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water, everything that the Sea of ​​Souls presents to us that we can perceive should be considered to be a lie. Nothing that the Warp shows us should be believed for sure, and even believing that it itself can be believed or not is a problem——"

The wizard lord nodded, and a hint of proud and critical approval of his student's attentive listening finally appeared on the corner of his mouth, "--all those who are judged to be unreliable are also unreliable."

+This is why I really feel that the food from Crystal Maze always has a strange taste that lingers between sweet and bitter. It even lingers on my taste buds, forcing me to eat something else to suppress the taste. +
+What is Crystal Maze Food? And what does it have to do with the unreliability of the Warp? +
+Oh, it's nothing, just continue to listen to the lecture and try to trouble my um...good friends as little as possible. +
+That's right, then you can help me record it. In case I make any mistakes. Space. +
+Sure. Bro.+
(End of this chapter)