Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 502: The Unlucky Visitor Arrives
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Would a person trapped in stasis be conscious?
Roboute Guilliman wondered if anyone else would.

But judging from the reactions of the descendants who were buried in the Fearlessness that he knew about... since time stops outside the standpoint, the perception caused by a series of biochemical reactions, nerve currents and other internal chemical reactions... should not exist, right?

For ten thousand years, his memory has been fixed at the last moment before he came to a standstill.

The feel of the blade cutting his skin, the pain of the poison entering his blood vessels, the pain and regret of suffocating a little bit... the scene of his children dying for him, their sad cries in his ears, the red helmet... and the flash of the cold sun on the storm-ravaged ocean -

It all stayed in his physical body, making his vision seem elusive, vague and empty, until he began to dream.

Yes, dreaming.

Since he has started to dream, is this stagnant stance still... stagnant for him?

This was the thought that came to his mind at the last moment when he entered that wonderful dream. Unfortunately, too many things happened at that time... and they were too shocking, so that his thoughts only briefly passed over this question before he was sent back.

Unfortunately, before he could further think about the deeper meaning of this problem, he was kicked back and once again played the role of the eternally silent and vivid statue in the Temple of Correction.

Now his baby blue eyes are still looking forward, and the drop of crimson blood on his neck is still hanging on the edge of the wound. Somewhere in his body, the poison tempered on Fulgrim's sword is about to reach and corrode his heart.

Now, if he were to release his stasis stance, for a few seconds - perhaps just one last second, Robouti Guilliman would truly face his death, erase his name and responsibility from this reality that had become dark, rotten, and like a dying corpse, become just a legend, just like his other brothers.

Everything will be rewritten, everything will become completely different.

His blue-armored sons stood in confusion, and even the greatest among them, the Great Warden of Macragge, who had taken on the name of Calgar and fulfilled his promise, could not see through the mist that shrouded the visitor.

Just because at this moment and in this place, their perception of him is that "this person has been dead for many years", and therefore "it is impossible for him to appear here". Based on this, it is easy for them to ignore him.

Only the talented little prophet in the center saw him through his vision of the future - after all, in a certain "future" that was getting closer and closer, he did appear here, so Varo Tigris was able to break through this cognitive illusion, see his existence, and boldly attack him.

A bolt of psychic lightning exploded before his eyes. He waved his hand impatiently, throwing it back behind the curtain, where it melted into the depths of the waves of primordial energy.

The next wave of attacks followed, along with others who tried to comfort and stop Tigris from continuing to use his power.

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"Danger!" The unprecedentedly powerful spiritual pressure exhausted the Chief Think Tank. He stood up again panting and raised the staff in his hand, "Get out of there! Get away from him! He is a traitor and a great enemy!"

Although the Ultramarines lords and captains who quickly dispersed from his sight did not feel any breath of Chaos or the Unliving, his expression and tone, as if he had really seen something extremely evil and not fake, still made his comrades choose to believe Tigris again.

To be cautious, Otan Cassius, the lord of the sanctuary and the guardian of the soul of the chapter, raised the priest's staff in his hand and recited the holy prayer loudly with his voice full of passion and courage. The two small bodies of the cherubim he summoned hovered above him, constantly spraying holy water and incense smoke here.

Still nothing happened.

The Temple of Rectification was peaceful and serene, with the smoke from candles and incense drifting between the rows of names of the fallen soldiers illuminated by the golden candlelight.

From the clouds above the temple's dome, which was so high that it could form a microclimate inside, tiny raindrops fell like soft tears. You could hear a pin drop in the room, and as if in response, the pilgrims who had been evacuated far away from the outside and walked down the mountain sang beautiful and sad hymns, praising the fate of the dead warriors and loyal souls.

The other Ultramarines stood silently in a circle, watching the Chief Librarian frantically and helplessly trying his best to unleash his power towards an empty place. The marble floor was charred and broken, and the ancient rock and soil underneath stirred up handfuls of dust on the bright and clean floor.

Severus Agman sighed and wanted to step forward to persuade Tigris, but Calgar suddenly reached out and grabbed him, shaking his head at him solemnly.

Suddenly, the Chapter Master clenched his power fist and threw a fierce punch at the place where Tigris attacked with all his strength.

Everyone held their breath and concentrated.

Nothing happened.

No illusion was shattered, nothing screamed out of existence.

Now even Karga frowned.

Is it true that the current situation is just that Tigris has been fighting against the Supreme Heaven for many years, and this talented and loyal chief think tank has exhausted his will prematurely in frequent mental battles, so that he has begun to be unable to distinguish the boundary between reality and illusion?
Thinking of the scenes that he had heard or witnessed many times about what would happen when a high-level psychic lost control, Calgar finally made up his mind that he could no longer allow the Chief Think Tank to act like this in front of the tomb of the Father of Genes.

——He didn't want Tigris' flesh and blood to eventually melt into a warp rift in the psychic flames burning in his body, allowing the filthy and unclean unliving beings any chance to set foot in the Temple of Purification.

——He didn't want to lose Varro Tigris, his comrade-in-arms, his brother, his reliable and loyal old friend.

He turned his head slightly and exchanged glances with Cassius, Agman, and Galenus, who still looked incredulous that things would turn out like this.

Then they rushed forward, the iron halos on their bodies shining due to the agitation and resistance of energy in the air, and Calgar was ready to control Varo Tigris himself - meaning he began to try to knock him out.

"No! Karga! Don't do this! He's 'the one'! I'm saving all of you..."

"I'm sorry, Varro, but we can't let anything happen to you here."

The Chief Think Tank opened his eyes wide, then convulsed and fell into Calga's arms, revealing a single-molecular-blade combat dagger inserted in his back - it was inserted into a neural interface of Tigris by the soul lord, the priest brother Cassius, and forced the severe nerve pain to temporarily suppress his ability to move.

Tigris looked unwillingly and angrily at the Primarch who was standing there and gazing at his eyes with interest - yes, it could only be the Primarch, with such appearance and strength, it could only be a genetic Primarch, and Varo Tigris was one of the people in the Adeptus Astartes and even in the entire Imperium who probably had the most knowledge of forbidden knowledge and ancient records. The name was on his lips, but he could not directly shout out its evil name to warn his brothers.

The tall, thin, strange, pale and beautiful creature raised a finger at him and made a silent gesture. The two thin lips curled up and slowly uttered silent words to Tigris.

Shh. It's not time yet.

Tigris was about to say something, but the pharmacist who came after hearing the news began to quickly push the powerful sedative into the Chief Librarian's body through the armor's drug delivery channel.

An irreconcilable feeling of fatigue swept through the brain and nerves of the Chief Think Librarian. His psychic hood emitted a few unwilling sparks that jumped up and down, and then began to go out. Calgar breathed a sigh of relief and asked the master forger to come forward and urgently put on a psychic suppression collar for Tigris.

Hee, one of the fates of a prophet is to be doubted forever, no matter how much you have contributed to your chapter. Experience this well, son of Guilliman.

The Primarch of the Night Lords sneered at the Chief Librarian and glanced dangerously at Calgar, whose eyes were filled with trust and worry, with an unhappy look.

——Tsk.

Then he seemed to be listening to something, and then looked up at the sky with a little impatience.

——The time has come, why haven’t you…

A huge shadow blocked the golden sunlight that the star cast on the earth, and a shrill air raid alarm sounded above Macragge.

Very punctual, son of Perturabo, well done.

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Macragge, the jewel of the Imperium and the Ultramarines, the center of the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar, the homeworld of the Ultramarines, now shone beautifully blue and green on the screen before them against the black cosmic background, white clouds passing over her surface, her famous solid fortifications and fortress citadels dotted at the poles and equator, and a chain of orbital defense platforms circled her equator like diamonds around a noble lady's neck.

"I can't believe it! This impossible thing happened! We really got here without any fighting!"

Adalic Vannus stood to the left of the command throne, while Kadaras Grendel stood to the right of the commander. The Iron Warriors champion, now officially promoted to the lieutenant of the warband, was solemnly placing a filled data tablet into the hands of a servitor holding a file box beside him and replacing it with another new one.

"Although you have the help of your Ultramarines' automatic response meditation array and the code in the Inquisitor's mind, your luck is too good."

The former Raven Guard folded his arms, staring at the beautiful planet in front of him along with Hong Suo on the command throne.

"Not a single person asked to board the ship for a personal inspection! They verified the code but didn't realize your navigator was a demon prince! We just drove straight in and jumped directly over Macragge!"

“Makrag.” The ghostly face of the amulet inhabited by M’ka, which hung like a bracelet on Honsou’s silver arm, retched in disgust. Its voice sounded like a terrifying echo from the Abyss. “I remember this place. It hasn’t changed much in all this time. It’s disgusting.”

"Because no one thought I would jump over Macragge." Honso smiled reservedly as he sat under the dome of the cathedral. "The Indomitable was originally authorized to 'jump randomly within the Ultramar sector', wasn't it? It's just that the original crew would not set the jump coordinates towards the home planet and important planets, but would only choose desolate and uninhabited areas, but this does not change the permissions it was actually granted. So, even if the defense platform and the fleet are confused, the authorization and code we use come from Maneus Calga and Varo Tigris, and are completely legal and authentic, without any forged parts. They certainly have no reason to doubt that such a 'loyal' star fortress directly under Lord Macragge and carrying half a company of Ultramarines passed through their defense zone."

The master of medicine took a look at Hestiaan's brain wave monitor in the tank, input some prepared writing scenarios, and then began to inject him with sedatives.

"As for where I'm going to jump out after I pass by, that's my business, isn't it?"

"We did reach our destination without losing a single soldier." Grendel's voice sounded out at an inopportune moment, "But the combined odds of our Space Marines and troops from the Maelstrom and yours from Medlungard are still low for a direct attack on Macragge."

The champion lieutenant was tapping away on his calculator and input panel. "There is a complete defense fleet in the far orbit of Macragge, as well as personnel stationed in the Hera Fortress. According to the current communication results, all members of the First and Second Companies of the Ultramarines are here, in low-Earth orbit... Oh, there is the remaining half of the Fifth Company, and their strike cruiser 'Eternal King'. It seems they are back too. The chances of winning the war need to be lowered again, Warsmith."

"And you will refuse to fight, Grendel?"

Kadaras calmly put away the data tablet and showed his beloved gun and axe, which were full of energy, to the other two. "I will dedicate all the harvested souls and blood to our father. This is a long-lost honor. How can I refuse?"

"...It's horrible," Vannus whispered to Honso in a voice that everyone could hear. "Seeing what you did to Grendel gave me chills all over again, even though I thought I heard the gods laughing."

"Haha! Boy! What do you think? It's time to release me! My demon army will help you win easily!" M'Ka laughed wildly, "You said we would come to the home of Guilliman's son to do something big... You really did what you said and came to Macragge. For this, I will not mind your rudeness of not releasing me immediately and driving the warp engine! Now! Let me out! I want..."

"You should go back to work," Hong Suo replied expressionlessly.

“Little bastard! How dare you…” As the power of the magic circle carved around the engine increased, M’Ka was dragged back to the engine core where it was trapped with strong resentment and unwillingness.

"So what do we do now?" Vannus asked.

"We only have about eleven minutes until we might be discovered." Grendel looked up.

Honso smiled.

"Is 'there' ready?"

Grendel nodded. "As you instructed, we began preparations as soon as we jumped out of the warp."

The Warsmith stood up and said, "Next, I will show you what I, Hong Suo, can accomplish, my dear brothers."

He grinned, as if smiling with satisfaction at what was about to happen, causing damage to the Ultramarines that would be irreparable for a long time to come.

(End of this chapter)