Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 504 So, are you my doctor?
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA——————!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You actually did it!!! You actually did it!!!! Nothing can hurt the Ultramarines more than this!!!! Well done you little bastard!!!! I would take you away just for this! Look at my demonic power from the highest heaven!!!!”

When the Indomitable Star Fortress opened its position and went into full gear, and fled behind the curtain at the fastest speed with M'kar's half-joyful and half-angry Warp psychic laughter, the confused but loyal Macragge fleet and other ships in orbit had no idea what was happening on the ground.

They watched in confusion as the huge Ramirez-class star fortress "jumped" into the subspace in place in a way that absolutely did not conform to the laws of physics and safety regulations, and began to discuss and speculate whether this was a performance test of a new engine or a precursor to its deployment.

What had happened in Hera Fortress and what happened later were quickly suppressed by the Ultramarines officers led by Calgar.

This was all thanks to the fact that several of the chapter's main senior officers were present and witnessed everything that happened: including Chapter Master Calgar, Chief Think Librarian Tigris, Chief Priest of the Holy Lord Cassius, Chief Pharmacist Helix, First Captain Agman, Second Captain Sicarius, Fifth Captain Galenus, and members of Calgar's Honor Guard.

This combination of splendid and impeccable ensemble is enough to convince the rest of their peers with some astonishing content, or silence any doubts and curious voices within or outside the Chapter.

Dozens of orders were quickly voted on at the shortest chapter meeting in nine thousand years, and then issued and implemented with great vigor.

All Imperial citizens who purchased a combined ticket for the one-day pilgrimage to the Temple of Rectification and the seven-day tour of Macragge, or similar local products, were politely but firmly told that the Hera Fortress was currently closed indefinitely, and they could either choose a full refund or postpone their tour. As for the extension period? No idea. What happened? No comment. Want to complain? Please fill out this complaint form and submit it to the Hera Fortress guard room.

The members of the Inquisition, who had originally been treated politely by Grand Lord Macragge, at least on the surface, found themselves and their spies who had been planted in various parts of the fortress for many years uprooted and kicked out. Before they could react to what was happening, they were "politely" escorted by a team of Astartes armed with live ammunition to the so-called "new" official residence arranged by them at the foot of the mountain.

Even the Mechanical Magos sent by several Forge Worlds in the Ultramar sector, who had been cooperating well with Macragge for ten thousand years, were now told that they needed to return to their Mechanical Temples temporarily and were not allowed to go out without permission.

Anything that intends to leave the sky above Macragge in the near future must be approved by Lord Calgar himself before being released, and any information sent out must be reviewed by Hera Fortress before being sent out. They were told that the defense fleet and the Astartes Adeptus's combat ships were given authority to open fire first and destroy any ship that dared to violate these temporary martial law regulations in an emergency.

As a result, the administrative efficiency in the Macragge system and the Ultramar sector, which was originally quite efficient, has now become comparable to that of the Imperial Military Affairs Department. A large number of personnel and ships, far exceeding the carrying capacity, are stranded in Macragge's orbit and on the ground, anxiously waiting for permission to leave the port, which has also brought great pressure to Macragge's material allocation.

Amid the oppressive silence of the Ultramarines and the panic of the mortal citizens, there was a righteous man, a businessman from a colonial planet in the Far East who had been doing business in Macragge for many years. Seeing this situation, he could not bear it, so he ordered his merchant fleet to set out from their colony, loaded with large amounts of food and fresh water, as well as some much-needed daily necessities, and sail to Macragge to provide the people here with the supplies they desperately needed.

Everyone praised him, and the reputation of this great merchant named "Kant Cratchit", his high-quality and low-priced agricultural products and processed foods and beverages, and his logo of a red cat-paw glove holding a cute long-handled fork became popular all over Macragge. Citizens and even mortal garrisons received the supplies provided by this merchant in times of need.

Mr. Kant Cratch's face became more and more stretched as he received more and more gratitude and praise, and people even worried that he would go bankrupt because of his good deeds. Everyone was worried about him and full of gratitude. They had already discussed secretly that as soon as the Hera Fortress returned to normal order, they would jointly recommend this big businessman to the overlord and his royal court as the "Honorary Citizen of Macragge" and strive for the reward he deserved.

In this regard, Mr. Kant Cratchit or His Highness Konrad Curz commented on the fact that he received more praise than he had received in his entire life for doing good deeds despite holding his nose because of some inevitable omens, saying, "Stupid! Mortals are always so short-sighted. They can only see what is beneficial to them in front of them, and they don't consider what will happen after the sun rises the next day!" Of course, if his teacher heard this, he would definitely tell him, "If mortals don't consider how to survive until the next day, then they won't see the sun rise at all. Who will care about the things that happen later?"

However, since Mr. Ramizane Kalosini is now far away on the other side of the galaxy and time with his fourth brother who had far-reaching plans, and His Highness Conrad Curze has unfortunately been enlightened by a certain librarian, has read books, learned etiquette, and has received sincere offerings from his descendants and the people, and has lived a "normal" life, even if he still has his own set of judgment standards, he will definitely not do anything that goes against his current intentions.

Therefore, no matter how dissatisfied he was, he could only stay in Magna, the capital of Macragge, and complain, listen to the hymns of the bards, and the loud chatter of the professional matchmaker outside the wall of his residence who tried to introduce some local girls to this "sullen but reliable bachelor with a wealthy family". - By the way, he would patrol the Hera Fortress every day for his kidnapped brother, catch the blue birds and pink tentacles that would suddenly appear in the corners from time to time, and finally wait and see what would happen - this matter was far from over.

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The main structure and its derivatives of the Hera Fortress have been expanded no less than hundreds of times over the past nine thousand years, and countless Gothic fortresses, fortifications, and rooms and buildings for various purposes have been added in the process.

These later buildings were so layered and complex, and had gone through so much war, aging, demolition, temporary appropriation and reconstruction, that in fact the house where Robouti Guilliman himself lived as a child and later as Archon of Macragge, along with all the memories and records, had long been lost to the long river of time.

Therefore, the fastest, most reasonable and safest place for the body of their father, the "supposed saint", to be cared for and healed was undoubtedly the private residence of Maneus Calgar.

A team of Honor Guard members carefully but quickly carried a tightly covered medical cabin, surrounded by many servitors holding medicine bottle racks, surgical instruments, and various other items. Under the command of the Chief Pharmacist, three company commanders and the Lord of Priests personally escorted them to Calgar's residence, and the Chief Think Tank Curator personally arranged the surrounding psychic defense measures.

As for Lord Macragge himself, he also entered this place after finishing the necessary administrative affairs and issuing orders. Then this place was closely guarded by more Space Marines, and no one was allowed to approach.

"Helix, Tigris, Maxim, what's the situation?" The Lord of Ultramar stepped into his private room, and his steps were slightly larger than usual, showing the inner unrest of this commander who was always calm beyond his age and experience.

This spacious and simply decorated room had the same unpatterned but soft and smooth stone floor. A fire was smoldering quietly in a huge fireplace on one side. The servants who were responsible for taking care of it were now temporarily prohibited from entering. The already scarce tables and chairs in the room had now been pushed aside, leaving an open space in the center to house a huge medical cabin.

Now, Calgar's remaining creature glanced around the room. At least the atmosphere was not as bad and tense as expected. The situation of "that person" might be a little better than he expected - of course, only a little - that traitor! That lunatic! That thief who deserved to be smashed a thousand times by the power fist! Iron Warriors! The Ultramarines will never reconcile with you!

He forced himself to calm down and breathe again - at this critical moment, as the highest authority here, Maneus Augustus Calgar must not lose his calm judgment because of anger. He is not alone, he must be responsible for the entire chapter and the sector - he has already thought about the Imperial Ministry of the Interior (and the Council of High Lords behind them) will warily question them because of Macragge's unexpected martial law and expulsion of Imperial special agents and members of the Inquisition, and will definitely send envoys to Macragge to investigate the matter.

But that is all later. The Ultramarines must seize this time difference and focus on judging the current situation and... the identity of "this person" and whether he can wake up. After waking up, how all the Ultramarines - and all the Astartes Brothers of their successor group - should treat "him".

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"You can really cure him? I mean, this is..."

"Shut up, or I'll make you sleep too. Hand me the vial on your right. That one. If you spill it or drop it, expect to be hunted down to the ends of time by the Ultramarines and their Successors."

Adalic Vannas shut his mouth obediently, and carefully and steadily took out a small reagent bottle from the mixture of cerebrospinal fluid extract and dry ice of some alien creature with his gauntleted hands sprayed with sterile protective coating. Then, with the utmost caution he used when sneaking and sniping, he held his breath and handed the bottle to Hong Suo.

"Good." The master potion master grabbed the only test tube he brought from the Iron Blood and whistled. "It all depends on you, little darlings. Come on, let me see if you can remove the toxins from Robert Guilliman's veins."

Grendel glanced through the thick observation window at the command center that had been temporarily converted into an operating room, while standing outside the door, monitoring the biochemical conditions of all the living people on the Indomitable - in order to prevent anything from going wrong, the ruthless master of chemists used large doses of tranquilizers on all the Iron Warriors and other people on the bottom layer, and then did the same with the life-support tanks of the Fifth Company members and the Inquisitor.

Anyway, now they have jumped out of the warp again, sailed into an unnamed asteroid belt on the edge of the Maelstrom and hid themselves.

Once he was sure that no one could find them for the time being, in order to avoid any more trouble, Honsou decided to immediately start the necessary emergency surgery for the 13th Primarch sample - anyway, the power armor stated what to do, although he regretted that he could not deviate from the standard operation in many situations - because even a proud and reckless person like Honsou had to admit that the structure of the Primarch's body alone was beyond common sense, and any existing biological and medical knowledge could not explain it. He had no chance to try and make mistakes, so he could only follow the instructions. However, in order to avoid the chain of unknown consequences that might be triggered by Robert Guilliman being witnessed by any member of the Fifth Company during the treatment process, he simply set Hestia's brain to maintain only the most basic physiological activity, and at the same time reduced the power of the Star Fortress to the minimum, and Grendel manually controlled the shield and direction during the operation.

Fortunately, he had performed a frontal lobe tissue transplant on Grendel before, so the former champion warrior was able to barely complete this task that should not have belonged to him.

In short, there were only three of them left on this star fortress who could still stand, talk and work, and Vannas' uneasiness was obviously related to this.

Honsou had been working intensively here for eleven hours, a long operation for a mortal, but indeed "first aid" time for a dying Primarch.

The reagents from the Iron Blood laboratory were pushed into the blood vessels at a uniform and stable speed, and the stagnation position was released at the same time.

Roboute Guilliman's petrified form rose and fell to breathe for the first time in ten thousand years.

He let out a low sigh, like a sigh, from deep in his chest.

Both of the former Raven Guard's hearts nearly stopped.

Is it really okay?

He was very familiar with this sigh.

This is……

That unique...sigh sound that only the dead can make when they breathe their last.

In the terrible silence, only Hong Suo remained calm.

The pharmacist carefully observed the readings on the medical augur. At first, they did not change, but slowly, with imperceptible fluctuations, the indicator curves began to rise in the right direction.

Bang.

A strong and powerful voice broke into Vannus's highly alert and sensitive ears, almost making him jump up.

Bang.

He looked around, finally resting his gaze on the chest of the Thirteenth Primarch, which began to rise and fall slightly.

Bang.

The blood that had been solidified on the neck for ten thousand years dripped onto the operating table along the edge of the wound that was beginning to scab.

The master alchemist let out a long sigh and stood up straight. The Astartes-reinforced lumbar and cervical vertebrae made crackling sounds deep inside the power armor.

"Okay... Now we just need to wait for him to wake up."

"I can't believe it! You saved a Primarch! You really succeeded!" Even though he had been expelled from the Raven Tower, the Dark Raven was still inexplicably excited at this moment. "Great! Hongsuo!"

Grendel also came in and reluctantly but earnestly congratulated the half-breed on his success, slapping him on the breastplate.

The former Iron Warrior Blood God Champion, now with a cool, calculating mind, then asked his delighted colleagues a soul-searching question.

"When he wakes up later, if he finds himself on a star fortress belonging to his son that was stolen by the Empire and considered a traitor and turncoat, are you ready to go to war with a Primarch?"

"..."

Hong Suo calmly raised the empty sedative syringe in his hand towards his two colleagues.

“Huh…” Vannas breathed a sigh of relief. “I knew you would be prepared. After all, what we are going to do and where we are going are too exciting for a noble prince. Let alone the Red Pirates, I’m afraid he has never seen such a mixed black market…”

"black market?"

A voice with an ancient accent sounded behind them, unexpectedly clear, with the anger and sorrow from ten thousand years ago still in it, and the ending tone was filled with even more confusion.

The baby-blue eyes scanned the red spiral logo of the pharmacist on the Hongsuo power armor, which had not changed much in ten thousand years.

"Where is this...? So, you are the doctor in charge of treating me?"

(End of this chapter)