Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 501 Who will rise in this stormy situation?
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Rufus Quintus, wearing the blue robe of the Governor, stood on the circular walkway on the Tower of Prosperity, looking at the rosy sunset sky and the peaceful sky in the distance.

This is Tarentus, one of the largest agricultural planets in the Ultramar sector. Billions of tons of food are produced here every month, which becomes part of the foundation for the people to live and work in peace and contentment. It is also a solid guarantee for the logistics of the Empire's battlefield, he thought, and then his thoughts drifted to the past.

Although this veteran Astartes, who was once Captain Agammann's subordinate, constantly reminded himself that supervising the production of food on time and in quantity on Tarentus was also part of serving the Emperor and his Chapter, he sometimes felt awkward when he fulfilled his duties as Governor of the Tarentus Coast with due diligence. He should be in the airdrop pod, on the bloody battlefield, fighting against aliens, praying for the souls of his comrades and himself...

But no matter what, the injury caused by the Tyranid spore mine was not serious enough to prevent him from entering the Dreadnought, but it was not light enough to continue to meet the intensity of the battle on the battlefield. So, since the regiment's arrangement for him is to rule the planet diligently and reliably, he will accept and conscientiously perform his new mission.

He stood in the center of the Governor's Palace, his chief accountant and finance minister, Nichiru, trotting to keep up with the retired Astartes. Although his injuries prevented him from fighting in his power armor and he had a noticeable limp, Rufus was still faster than a mortal.

"Is the news in orbit so urgent? What else did Master Unashi say?"

His deputy flipped through the datapad again, "No, my Lord. Master Unashi only sent us a series of alerts about a threat from the sky."

"He is the director of the Tarentus orbital defense system. Could he report threats from other directions? Ask him for further details."

"Yes my Lord...oh, wait a minute."

"What's wrong?" Rufus looked up. The sky here was still beautiful and peaceful, but there seemed to be a new star flashing on the edge of the sky beyond his sight.

"Master Unashi said the threat initiated a warp jump and left."

Governor of Tarentus, former veteran Sergeant Rufus Quintus of the Ultramarines' First Company, frowned.

"Did he say where the threat went? And we are going to his command center right now to review the image logs."

"My lord?"

The old soldier growled in a low voice, "Legal ships of the Empire will not jump into the warp so close to a planet!"

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"Should I eat this Warrior?"

Ramizane was playing with a white Divinitarch chess piece in his hand and couldn't make a decision.

Far away, on the other side of the Milky Way and the River of Time, someone who was playing a tutorial game of Regicide chess with Magna with a gloomy face did not notice that his dog had a gloomy face behind him.

Perturabo BC stared at the dangerous ups and downs monitoring curves and other more complex function graphs displayed on the screen. Although they were only displayed as a thin line or a constantly jumping variable formula in the hands of the Border Collie, the souls involved might be billions or even hundreds of billions.

Even though he knew that this was a miracle wall created by the resources he had accumulated bit by bit with great patience and perseverance after convincing and gaining help from certain people in many different time and space dramas, Perturabo BC could not help but be dazzled by the fact that such a magnificent thing was condensed into a reality in his claws.

The previous series of operations in the Calixis sector were just as he expected. Because of the special features of this sector, even though they did many things that were enough to attract the attention of the Tribunal of Time and hunt them down, or trigger the rejection mechanism of this universe to "exclude" Ramizane Calosini, they did not actually trigger the necessary mechanisms.

This was not like the previous time when the person he had brought in was too bold and ignorant. Although ignorance was indeed an advantage at the beginning, that guy stood there and learned that he was given such noble and powerful power and authority in this galaxy that needed to be saved...

After a burst of extremely twisted laughter and dancing with ecstasy, he shouted a series of things, such as "Great! Aliens are not a problem! Isn't it better to have reproductive isolation?", "Kill, kill, kill! Khorne's ditch is also mine! Kill the Silver Palace and sleep with Miss Slaanesh and her men!", "No! This time I still have to take all the girls! Let all the T-mons become big sisters with wings!", "It's not impossible to have those pretty ones among the primarchs!", "Can you turn Old Man Huang... No, your dad into a loli and marry me? I can be your godfather!" Such remarks made Perturabo stunned and instantly furious and regretful - reliable calculation data became unreliable! It seems that literal data matching alone is not enough... Hey!!! This is not the universe where Slaanesh wins!!!
He almost heard the Dark Prince's breathless groans of joy behind the curtain. At that moment, the entire ecliptic sky turned black with a pink glow, and the curtain of reality seemed like a translucent black silk that was almost torn apart by touch.

To be honest, most of the operations that this daring guy wanted to do were actually not as closely related to the important events on the entire time chessboard as this time. However, this universe was built by Perturabo and his brothers after all, and it soon developed a serious rejection reaction to this strange and rude implant that wanted to interfere with its future direction.

Just when Perturabo could no longer bear it and was about to raise his weapon to kill this ignorant guy, the time and space here spontaneously twisted, like a patient coughing up phlegm, and couldn't wait to "spit" the man far away, and he disappeared from his sight.

Of course, the latter's fate was similar to that of a spit - when it was "spit" back to its original point, it was flattened and stuck to the wall and the floor. It would probably take a shovel to clean it up properly.

This is certainly not the first unlucky person to be expelled from the galaxy, but Perturabo BC hopes that Ramizane Kalosini will not be the last.

He collected his thoughts, and deftly tapped the input device with his ten claws. At the same time, he used his eyes to switch more screen processing images. In the end, all the functions, models, analyses and calculations told him that the biggest problem lay in the most important event: "The Resurrection of Robert Guilliman."

This matter was as set in stone as if Ramizarn was right in front of him, so what could go wrong?
Perturabo BC frowned.

First of all, after Angron Petra was informed of part of the truth, this now helpless brother of the Wise Emperor would definitely not join in the fun. The details left by him would have to be solved by Kahn and his elder brother, whose hairline was in danger.

The longer it drags on, the more disadvantageous it will be for Angron of the Calixis Sector. Kahn understands all this very well, so he will definitely try his best to complete his mission.

Moreover, the old warrior who had extended his life for so long with inhuman power had experienced countless storms, and Perturabo BC believed that he could "assist" the Lion in dealing with any emergencies, so he agreed to let him and his warriors venture through the center of the Eye of Terror to that point in time - of course, this Kahn was much older than Angron today, and had known Angron longer than Angron had known him.

Since it was unlikely that something went wrong with Kahn, could it be that something went wrong with the Eldar Death Army that was originally scheduled to rescue Robert Guilliman and the Eldar Harlequins that were running around the universe to notify everyone who should be there? That shouldn't be the case. The dog tapped the edge of the car with his paws, and his long eyebrows wrinkled, forming an equally furry "chuan" character on his furry face.

What happened? He had deliberately tried to avoid places and times that were related to the Eldar or where he might meet them. Except when Angron came, that group of pointy-eared people insisted on coming to prophesy and delivering themselves to him. At other times, Perturabo BC chose to be gentle and avoidant. Although Eldrar Uslan still had the inevitable arrogance of those pointy-eared people, he was at least not so ungrateful. It was just that this group of Eldar always liked to over-interpret the prophecy and thought that their interpretation was the most correct... Could it be that this was wrong?
That's impossible. The one supervising the battle behind the scenes and even taking part in the battle was Kadur - the former Imperial Regent Malcador himself. According to the latest secret message he sent back, the "friendly" competition between him and Eldrar Ulthlan regarding the prophecy has developed to the point where almost all well-known Eldar Arks have turned their attention to this underwater battle. He used the chips he won in the competition with Ulthlan and the power of someone allocated to him by Perturabo BC to trade for the number of uses of a specific Webway gate on the old prophet's Ark.

Then he took this opportunity and successfully used the Webway to avoid several space-time turbulence belts that were tearing the universe apart, anchoring himself to the fall of Cadia, and seizing the opportunity to join the real target he and his men were escorting - Ivrenee's Death Army and Belisarius Cawl's Mechanical Legion, as well as a number of Battle Sisters, Black Templars and Grey Knights, just as they were supposed to do. Now the old and wise regent was muddying the waters while quietly helping them advance quickly towards Macragge, and judging by the time, they should be there soon.

There is no room for maneuver, right? Perturabo BC blinked his dark brown eyes. When Malcador last communicated, they had already entered the webway. If I remembered correctly, it was basically the same as heading straight to Macragge. With Malcador lurking in their team, what else could go wrong?

No, why did the revenue data of Bian Mao Xin Liezhi grow so absurdly? What is the source of this fluctuation... huh? ? ?
"Lami Zane."

"Ok?"

“Tell me.” The Border Collie Primarch gritted his teeth and said, “In your mind, what kind of existence is Hong Suo?!”

"Ah." He put down the chess piece in his hand and thought for a while. "Probably a... um... I think he has outstanding abilities and should combine the advantages of the Iron Warriors and the Imperial Fists. Because of his background, he probably has a talent for biological genetic engineering? He has a deep connection with the Ultramarines, and maybe a bit of Iron Hands? And he is always very, very, very lucky."

"That's it?" The dog stared at his own body. "Are you sure?"

"You said he came to us?" Ramizane frowned. "Pharmacists should be kind and compassionate, saving the dying and the wounded, and they should also be responsible for collecting, preserving and cultivating gene seeds... Oh, and my impression is that he is a person who can turn the Ultramar sector upside down. The losses are said to be no less than the Tyranid invasion? Well, anyway, anyway, he must have done the biggest thing he could there in the last year of M41... What's wrong with you?"

"..."

Magna Dorn listened quietly by the side, pretending to be a robot, and suddenly understood why his teacher always emphasized, intentionally or unintentionally, "Don't let Ramizane Kalosini start thinking and thinking blindly."

On the table next to them, the white Warrior chess piece that Ramizane had just placed was standing quietly next to the black Primarch chess piece.

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"I see."

Tigris clutched his staff wearily, and his comrades watched in worry as the Chief Librarian slowly rose to his feet, like a mortal old man.

The motors in the power armor's servo joints made a soft humming sound, and with the help of the electronic muscle bundles he was able to stand up straight on his aching body.

"Galenus, come back...", the word "come back" was not uttered yet.

An unexpected situation occurred that caught everyone off guard.

The Ultramarines' Chief Librarian suddenly opened his eyes wide and chanted a spell of power, and supernatural lightning-blue light gathered on the top of his psychic hood and staff and shot out from his fingertips - facing the people who walked in just behind his lord, his commander, his master - Marius Calgar.

Although Lord Macragge reacted extremely quickly, Tigris, who was as close to him as a brother, did not hold back. His power fists struck with thunderous speed, and the swift and deadly blows forced the Chief Librarian to avoid the attack and dodge to the side.

"You are crazy! Tigris!" Captain Galenus was shocked and angry. The man beside him who took the blow for him was one of the most respected members of the Ultramarines, the priest Otan Cassius, the lord of the sanctuary and the guardian of the soul of the chapter. At this moment, his skull mask made it difficult to see his expression, but the raised priest's staff and the turned on power switch told it all.

Karga turned to his suddenly frantic old friend, "What's wrong with you?! Valor! Wake up! It's us!"

"I know it's you! My Lord! But the one following you is..."

The sackcloth hood on the Chief Librarian's head slipped down, revealing his haggard, worried, and concerned face as he looked among them.

His comrades turned their heads in confusion, holding their weapons warily, and looked around them.

"There's nothing here except us."

"Perhaps we should put some restraints on you as you said."

Dark-haired.

Black eyes.

A pale-faced man.

He was standing among his comrades and grinning at Varro Tigris.

And his body is slowly getting bigger.

In the Chief Think Tank's contracted pupils, there was reflected a miraculous figure that was as tall, magnificent, and amazing as the person in the stagnant tomb behind him.

(End of this chapter)