Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 510 Shooting yourself in the foot
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Hearing these words, the Lord of the Extreme Warriors, who had woken up in the "Fragments of Space-Time Dreams" and had been feeling energetic and surprisingly relaxed, finally felt a sense of helplessness and even wanted to laugh for the first time.

They are now all "heretics" because they do not believe that his Father is God!
Only those who believe that the Emperor is a god are righteous.

He, Robert Guilliman, has now not only become a "heretic rebel" like his brothers, but he also has so many descendants who are waiting for him to rectify the chaos one by one and pull them out of the quagmire that they are dragged into...

And enemies other than humans will never show mercy because of this.

The war did not stop as they had expected ten thousand years ago. The fighting will never stop, but will only escalate.

In addition to the Orks, Eldar, Chaos Daemons, and various evil forces within the Imperium who tried to consume it or control it, they also had enemies such as the Necrons, Tyranids, and Tau... What the hell is this! Where did it come from? Is this galaxy so popular? ! - What is a popular thing? Strange. The Primarch blinked, and the thing in his blood immediately made him understand what it meant. It's quite appropriate to use it here.

It is a sad and cruel irony that in the past ten thousand years, the greatest attack on the human kingdom they have tried to build has not come from their enemies, but from the civil war among themselves.

In Honsou's words, it was mentioned that the Adeptus Astartes now actually had enemies both inside and outside the Empire, and their offspring sometimes even became the weak link that some Primarchs were held hostage to.

We and our descendants were... created to help humans live better in this galaxy, but now, according to what Perturabo's descendants told him, "the situation will be a hundred times worse than what the Hestian brothers know" and from what he himself saw, humans... are not living better.

Many people even live...

Although he was reluctant to believe it, Honsou produced medical data that his quiet but actually very practical brother from Perturabo had collected for him. "These are just a drop in the ocean," he said, watching Guilliman's increasingly gloomy face. "The Abyss Expedition is only one of the larger ones... and one in which our cousins ​​as witnesses returned and successfully avenged themselves and others."

The hidden skill in the Apothecary's words did not escape the Ultramarines' Lord.

One of them was successful.

Too many sacrifices.

Too many unnecessary sacrifices.

The rift between the Astartes and mortals was growing unnoticed, and the Primarchs and their fathers were no longer considered human.

How could things have turned out like this? A faint bitterness filled his mouth.

——Perhaps the brilliance of countless elites during the Great Crusade was only a flash in the pan. When everyone thought that was just the starting point of the road to a glorious era, little did they know that it was actually the peak of prosperity.

Thinking of this, Robert Guilliman finally sighed. For the first time since waking up, his face showed a deep sense of helplessness and exhaustion. "Damn it, thank you for your reminder, Honso. I think we are now somewhat similar to the Broken Legion of the past. This situation is not unfamiliar to me, and you don't have to be restrained. So where was your next mission originally going to be?"

The Master Potion Master seemed to hesitate, albeit briefly, but was caught by the Thirteenth Primarch, and he remained calm.

"We... were originally planning to go to the Maelstrom, sir." The Master of Alchemy replied, "But if you want to see my father, your brother, the Lord of Steel first, we can also find a way to send you there first."

Guilliman's blue eyes locked with the Apothecary's blue eyes.

The baby blue and steel blue eyes met for a moment.

"Although this was a dream," Guilliman said slowly, "I still don't like your behavior, Apothecary. Lying to me."

A chill ran down the back of the Raven Guard, and he hesitated on the edge of pressing the Lightning Claw switch; Grendel looked embarrassed, but his hand secretly reached for his beloved Melta pistol.

"There is no need to do so. Also, you said that you saved my children, but if you really said so, do you intend to rescue them back to your safe territory, or do you want to use them as a token of your loyalty to help your mission go smoothly?"

The sounds of three people gasping for air rang out in the room at the same time.

Guilliman's expression was stern, but there was a barely perceptible hint of helplessness in his eyes.

"So if I hadn't ended up here and hadn't been awakened by you, you would have originally planned to rescue these unfortunate offspring of mine and then use them along with this Ramirez-class star fortress as your trophies or proof of your ability, right?"

Hong Suo couldn't help but raise his hand extremely rudely and subconsciously wiped the sweat from his forehead. The subtle smell of tension, regret, and relief emanating from his sweat made the Thirteenth Primarch more certain of his guess.

"Yes," the scion of Perturabo admitted at last, showing before his Primarch a look of coldness and callousness not previously seen, an expression only seen on the faces of the most determined and ruthless commanders and warriors.

Guilliman was even a little curious about what this master of pharmacy did before. Maybe he became a pharmacist out of helplessness? Or maybe it was because the identity of a pharmacist was more beneficial to his mission?
The following conversation confirmed his guess.

Honsou told him that the three of them had set out to Imperial territory with a makeshift fleet they had won from elsewhere to steal the experimental star fortress and the members of the Fifth Company in order to gain the trust of the leader of the Red Corsair warband currently occupying the Maelstrom, a traitor Space Marine named Luft Huron. And in the end, in order to ensure the... safety and purity of the Fifth Company's Cogito array (Guilliman gave him a deep look), they chose to fly it back to the Maelstrom alone.

Their daring plan had succeeded almost perfectly, and just as they had warped out of the warp, Guilliman appeared here, in front of them, dying, his neck bleeding, the poison scorching his veins, the Primarch was breathing his last breath to them.

If Honsou and Vannus were members of the Empire or Chaos, they might choose to put him in a stasis position to continue freezing him, or they might simply watch him die so that they could take samples from his body and do something even more outrageous - here, Guilliman was once again stunned by the implication in Honsou's words. He realized that the Master of Alchemy knew similar examples, and perhaps such a reversal of order was the characteristic of an age heading towards its end - "So. To sum up." They were now sitting in the central cathedral that was originally used as a command center. The small cup was like a toy in the Primarch's broad palm. Vannus found some clean cups, Reka coffee foam and hot water from somewhere, and poured a cup for everyone. Guilliman did not say it explicitly, but he was still very grateful for it.

"You were originally going to perform an undercover mission in the Maelstrom, because the ruler there, the pirate king Luft Huron, was in very poor health and had a strong need for excellent pharmacists, so the identities you chose for yourselves were to be skilled warriors and highly skilled pharmacists among the traitors. The easiest way to gain his trust in a short period of time and make a name for yourself in the Maelstrom is to seize this experimental star fortress that my descendants are connected to - first, tell Huron that they can be used as materials to repair Luft Huron's body, and that you have the wisdom to seize a star fortress; but in fact, the deeper purpose is to obtain a legitimate, relatively independent, stable base there and more say, to see if you can use the Red Pirates' base as a cover to secretly establish your transit intelligence station and support base there?"

"That's right. Although there is a lot of content, your summary is correct." Hong Suo nodded. Vannus and Grendel were silent at this time. They silently lowered their heads to drink the Reka coffee in their hands, trying to reduce their presence here - because the Primarch did not order them to leave, they could only stay here, desperately listening to their companion making this lie bigger and bigger, more and more outrageous!

Damn Honso! May the gods curse his eloquent tongue! If the Thirteenth Primarch finds out that they are lying to him... Grendel can still do something to pretend to be calm, such as walking to the command desk to deal with the operation of the star fortress. Vannus has no choice but to get up and enjoy the scenery of the asteroid belt outside the window and patrol back and forth indoors.

"But," the master of medicine added respectfully, "since you have come here, our mission plan will be readjusted. Naturally, we still have to prioritize your safety. We will first find a way to send you to find..."

“No,” said Guilliman.

The air suddenly froze. Honsogan's pale blue eyes were blinking as he secretly evaluated himself. Guilliman suddenly realized that unlike the other two warriors (especially Grendel) who were still reserved in front of the Primarch, this son of Perturabo lacked the kind of awe that others should have for the Primarch. He was very bold - so bold that... he was almost a little bit like Hill.

He smiled. "No need to change your mission plan just for me, Honso, because I want to go to the Maelstrom with you."

This time, Guilliman finally saw a crack in the face of the warrior who had always kept his emotions behind a mask.

Hong Suo's Adam's apple rolled up and down several times, and the Iron Warrior swallowed subconsciously before he found the words to persuade him.

"But! Your Highness (he even changed his address in a panic, Guilliman thought with some mischief that it seemed to have frightened him)! You can't go with us, it's too dangerous!"

"What's the danger? What's the danger?" The Lord of Ultramar asked curiously, "Since you have served my brother, you must know what kind of power a Primarch means to the Astartes or others. Isn't it good to have my help?"

"It would be great to have the help of the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar and the Thirteenth Legion, but you don't even have a dagger now, and your weapons are still those of an ordinary soldier. How can you help us?"

Although these words were quite unpleasant to the ear and even secretly criticized the Primarch, if some of the Emperor's sons heard them, Hong Suo would definitely not see the sun for the next second, but he would be able to see his own back.

However, this was in the presence of Robouti Guilliman, so Honsou still had his facial features and limbs intact, and had the honor of listening to the Primarch's patient answers.

"First of all..." The 13th Primarch's eyes, full of wisdom and insight, swept across Honsou's power armor. Those inconspicuous but more perfect details than the power armor he was familiar with, those power sources and equipment that were more dangerous than the new style of power armor he saw on Perturabo's current ship, the Iron Blood... and he could save a Primarch by himself, even though the pharmacists of the entire chapter were helpless at the time...

obviously.

"Since you are the one who was entrusted with such an important task by my fourth brother and he trusted you to come with such a small number of people to do such an important thing, either you are already very powerful..." Guilliman paused, "But I did not feel the power in your gestures. Your single combat power without armor is not as good as the other two, especially him."

Vannas was somewhat flattered when the Primarch pointed at him.

“But my brother is not one of those people who cannot think straight, like Angron or Curze. On the contrary, he always wants to make sure everything goes as smoothly as possible.” Guilliman stared at Honsou. “So, you must have some technological artifacts powerful enough to allow us to enter the Pirate King’s court smoothly... correct?”

Before the Master of the Apothecary could reply without denying, Guilliman smiled again.

"Besides, didn't you tell me that although this is a scene in a time-space node, it also overlaps with a part of our dreams? If it is in a dream...if I want you to have something like this, but I don't know what it is, will it appear?"

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I (expletive) said (expletive) (expletive).

I thought that the blessing of the great Iron Lord, the merciful father, had always been upon me.

Hong Suo's heart was roaring wildly. It was logical to say that he would go to find the Iron Blood and Bellacan Forge World, which he didn't know exactly but was definitely very far away from here. This was also a way to avoid time confusion by traveling. At the same time, it could temporarily stabilize this honorable god, so that he wouldn't be too suspicious. As long as they could find a way to delay until the split time point he knew, they could contact the Iron Blood. If the day collapsed, there would be a tall man to hold it up -

The Iron Lord... although... the fighting power of a merciful father... but there are still so many iron rings and the master Utherma Atla! After he gets on board, it will be easy to deal with a Primarch without suitable weapons, armor and troops!

The result! The result! What is going on! Isn't it said in the records and legends that Robert Guilliman is always as calm and rational as a god, not swayed by emotions, and abides by order and rules! Who is this enthusiastic and adventurous person? ! False rumors kill people! ! ! !

...(Eye of Terror swears) Fortunately, I do have a part that my father installed on my power armor that can barely solve this death problem.

However, he looked at a certain part of his power armor with distress. He originally felt that the equipment he brought was not enough, and now he had one less!

Alas! This is really shooting oneself in the foot! !

(End of this chapter)