Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 542: The sky above Cadia is so lively today -
"Are you trying to tell me that we still have a Wolf Company and a Cadia Thirteenth Regiment waiting for us to rescue them in the sky?!"

After using such extreme and genius calculations and deployments that the staff officers of the headquarters initially distrusted but now everyone began to wonder how it could be possible (in fact, this experience later proved to have an immeasurable negative impact on the officers present at the Cadia headquarters, especially the young officers), Roboute Guilliman—now Mercury, Honso's champion warrior, who was about to complete the overall action plan for hundreds of allied forces on all three continents of Cadia and thousands of battlefields in the star regions for the next 72 hours—finally revealed a faint deathly look on his face that was full of indifference and almost had dark circles under his eyes—not directed at himself, but at the unfortunate Wolf Lord of the Iron Wolf Great Company who came to report the news.

He raised a hand - everyone - including Owen Gao Gang suddenly realized that there was no way they could avoid this fatal blow that seemed to be helped by God - and then just when the Space Wolves thought they would be knocked into the wall and stuck in it or stuck on it, the master of potions whispered, "You look like your brothers."

Although for some reason this sentence made the enraged Demon Champion stop his actions and start taking deep breaths (Oh my God's toes! I actually saw a Blood God Demon who could stabilize his emotions by himself! Incredible! Incredible achievement, Master Hongsuo!), but the Wolf Lord Gao Gang undoubtedly escaped. The others also broke out in a cold sweat afterwards, and asked Master Hongsuo Potion Master to increase the confinement and damage to his champion's body to stabilize the demon's state - obviously, many people who knew about the Inquisition, especially the Demonic Inquisition, undoubtedly believed that Hongsuo had used some actions that would normally be declared excommunication, such as the Demon Host.

Normally such words should be made in a private place with subtle hints, rather than in a bunker hall filled with colleagues and superiors, but since they are in the same space with this big demon that may lose control and break out of its confinement, and it is such a critical juncture, no one can afford to be too tactful - after all, not everyone is as tight-lipped as a professional inquisitor. Don't you see that Ms. Talia Davona, the dismissed Inquisitor, is now flushed red, white, and black in expression, which is very lively and exciting.

No doubt such a proposal would make the red light surrounding the head of a certain "Demon Champion" of the actual Primarch shine brightly again, but Master Hongsuo, who had learned the art of alternating between relaxation and tension, fought back any doubts or requests to control Mercury's actions in a dignified but firm manner - since Mercury was now linked to all their tactical meditators and doing a better job than anyone else, and Hongsuo was his "actual controller", it would be difficult for them to continue to be tough.

"Or rather... the remnants of the 13th Regiment of Cadia." Creed's voice was tough but with a hint of regret. "If I had known you were coming, I would not have agreed to Blood Howl Wolf Lord's proposal, nor would I have allowed the 13th Regiment, which had just returned and had not yet fully rested, to follow them. But at the time..." He paused, "But at the time I had no choice. We had to do our best."

"Or you can choose to ignore them." Someone whispered, "They went up there ready to sacrifice themselves. Not rescuing them won't have any impact. They are probably willing to be loyal to the Emperor and the Empire."

Owen turned his head gloomily and scanned the crowd like a Fenris wolf ready to hunt, trying to find the coward who said such words, but most of the mortals he saw were injured and exhausted but still determined to fight to the end - but at the same time, for them, witnessing the people of their world being loyal to the Empire and dying was a common occurrence, and even no additional reminders or explanations were needed. There was no disapproval on the faces of these Cadians of the man's words. On the contrary, they all seemed to think that such sacrifices were commonplace in war.

This is more terrifying than the Space Marines who have undergone surgery, regular brainwashing and hypnosis, Old Wolf suddenly realized, because this means that this is the tradition, culture and even collective cognition passed down from generation to generation by these mortals. Perhaps the entire Cadia is not only a war fortress, but also a huge loyal school, which continuously supplies soldiers loyal to the Emperor and the war itself to the Empire. Guilliman also noticed this, his face became more gloomy, but he had already regained his precious calm, "I will add this variable and recalculate the strategy..."

"How long will it take? There are almost no psykers and astropaths here right now, and the subspace interference is very serious. Many sensitive advanced communication equipment has failed! The time we need to transmit messages will be greatly increased. We really can't waste any more time!"

"It won't be long!" The amber eyes turned to the speaker with suppressed rage, and then looked at the pharmacist beside him, "Give me another shot of 'that'! I know that based on your habit, you will definitely not make only one portion!"

“…I am…” The pharmacist, who was about to tease his young uncle (not counting the time when Guilliman was asleep, Honsou’s actual service age was much longer than Guilliman’s), stopped himself in time, “…I am glad that you are satisfied with the effect of the potion, but it has not been tested too much, I can’t…”

They were face to face, so Hong Suo hinted to the Thirteenth Primarch with his eyes that even though he was happy to collect experimental data, it was not now. This potion was just one of many manifestations of his inspiration from the "awakening" of the Father of Genes, and each inspiration came from the unexpected gift of the resonance between the Father of Genes and the nameless void. Even when Hong Suo was hinting at it, the psychic consultant was very secretive about the principle of this phenomenon.

At the same time, it was one thing to perform various ingenious replacement experiments on his hated colleagues and former enemies to produce a large number of samples and satisfy his desire for revenge a little, and it was another thing to perform unverified increased-dose injections on his father's brother. For this master of potions, skillfully jumping back and forth between the two sides of the red line was a kind of life wisdom, a life attitude, and a dark but joyful act of admiration for a son who finally had a father. But now Guilliman's request had almost completely crossed the line.

"Anyway, it won't affect... my actual body, right?"

To everyone, this was undoubtedly another strong proof that this person had another body in the Warp, and the pharmacist who knew the truth had begun to be thankful that Vannus and Grendel were not here now, as these two were definitely not as patient as himself!
But in the end, the Alchemy Master, who was unable to destroy his own settings in front of the Thirteenth Primarch and everyone else, once again tasted the bitter fruit of shooting himself in the foot. He sighed, turned on the camera built into his helmet, and began to inject the "P Potions" he had prepared into Guilliman's magical body, which had not yet been studied more thoroughly by him.

For the first second nothing changed.

Over the next few seconds, the Primarch's powerful heart and network of blood vessels pumped the potion throughout his body.

At the other end of time and space, a librarian began to mutter while reading a book, "This concentration is too outrageous, but considering that it is... too reasonable... If this is the case... then injection... maybe it will work... history will be completely different..."

The reaction that had already taken effect once again began to take effect in Guilliman's body.

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Without Hong Suo's knowledge but influenced by the gene fathers, from the moment he picked up the potion bottle from his medical fingertips, he successfully threw a huge stone into the center of the river of fate. It was not enough to change the direction of the rushing river, but it was enough to allow people who could only go with the flow to reach out and grab it to get a breath.

Far away on Macragge, Varro Tigris suddenly opened his eyes in the meditation room of the Ptolemaic Library.

His neatly stacked Emperor Tarot cards fell to the ground in front of him with a rustling sound. Only four cards were turned over. He was about to reach out to pick them up and interpret the predictions based on their position, location, and the incense or rune paper below, when Julius appeared at the door of the room.

The think tank director was a little surprised. He had personally set up strict protection for his meditation room against sudden visits from psychic creatures. Why didn't he receive any alarms or notifications when this sir appeared here? "Sir...?"

"You are indeed gifted with prophecy... but a little too gifted. - See what this is?"

Tigris jumped up, closed his eyes and stepped back - two larger hands appeared out of thin air behind him and grabbed his wrists. The tips of the midnight blue claws were cold and sharp, causing goose bumps on the skin of his unarmored wrists. A voice that seemed to be laughing and reciting poetry in a soft hissing tone spoke a variant of Gothic dialect that he had never heard of before, and then in the instant when it changed to High Gothic, he recognized who the voice belonged to.

But isn't Kant Cratchit...wait...could it be...

"What are you thinking about, Guilliman's little cutie?" In a leisurely and relaxed tone, a huge metal claw easily subdued him, holding his hands with terrifying strength, while another claw stretched out to pull open his eyelids. The last thing Tigris saw was Kant Cratch's face with snow-white skin and long black hair - and an ancient legion emblem that he had not really seen for many years except for sporadic battle records was spreading its wings on his chest -

But at this moment Julius had appeared beside him like a phantom, faster than thought.

A flash of red light flashed.

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Before anyone knew it, a dry, hot wind began to blow through the underground hall of Cardia, and the faint smell of ozone, rubber, burning metal, and rosin lingered in everyone's nose.

Owen Gorgon began to make an intolerable expression, as if he had eaten a mouthful of frozen disassembled robot meat, but except for the Space Wolves, everyone else was just surprised rather than reacting so obviously.

Everyone's eyes were involuntarily focused on witnessing the wavy-curved crown of shining void appear again above the head of this mysterious demon.

This constantly surging subspace weirdness is vibrating violently at an incredible speed. Anyone who does not have a deep understanding of the mysteries of numbers and the universe will feel dizzy and their eyeballs will seem to explode when looking at it directly. However, the few people who can understand the laws governing the operation of things in this universe are dazzled by it.

For example, after Sage Klan recovered from his initial shock, he hurriedly took out all his recording servo skulls to try to record this heart-shaking scene: Perhaps the cosmic significance represented by the great demon controlled by Hong Suo is worthy of Klan's exchange for more things... Or perhaps this is the incredible result of a lost relic of an unknown war ten thousand years ago that encountered subspace pollution during drifting?
The crown did not stop trembling until the most optimal result was obtained among countless data, and countless golden and silver lines finally converged into a platinum curve in the unwilling entanglement of gold and red. The person whose skull it inhabited seemed to be getting taller and more majestic in the eyes of everyone. Some people even felt that his body size greatly exceeded that of several Astartes beside him. However, if the person who had this feeling opened his eyes wide and looked carefully, this feeling would disappear.

Guilliman took a breath, then let out a long, steaming sigh. "It's done. New calculations and estimated plans are being sent to your receiving devices. The previous one has been overwritten."

Creed was the first to quickly flip through his data pad and the documents that the secretaries had hurriedly brought over and that kept spewing out of the Thinker's jaws.

"What's going on?!" He raised his head suddenly, his square face full of new stubble turned red with anger, like an angry Groxmon, "Why did you add so many extra friendly units in here?! What are you calculating randomly?!" The Supreme Castle Lord didn't even care about the cigar in his mouth. He came in front of the giant who was more than six heads taller than him, and raised the data tablet in his hand excitedly, "According to your calculation, not only will the gods send soldiers to rescue the people who boarded the Blackstone Fortress, but the number of allied forces in the world of Cadia is much greater than our estimation! As soon as the Mountain Phalanx is in place, you asked us to prepare to start the counterattack. Do you know how many people are needed for the counterattack?! - Do you regard your fallen Chaos friends as our allies?!"

"My calculations are correct," Guilliman replied firmly. "Within the reasonable range of predictions left by the established matters, the accuracy rate for the predictions for the next 90 hours can reach more than %, which is sufficient to be adopted as a basis for inference."

"What nonsense!" The High Castle Lord didn't care about his image. "This concerns the lives of tens of millions or even more brave and true Cadians! I won't let you, damn you..."

"Report! New communication received!" The communications officer who had been guarding the equipment shouted, almost breaking his voice, "New ships have arrived! And we've received a communication from the Phalanx! They said they will use an Astartes infantry strike force that can enter the battlefield quickly!" He said excitedly, "Led by Acting Chapter Master Lysander himself! He sent the coordinates of their next attack!"

The High Castle Lord rushed over immediately. "How many ships have arrived?! How many people?! The east?! Isn't that the target of the Vulcan Titan Legion?! Lady Raven is still resisting firmly at the front line... Damn it, how can the Rapid Strike Force deal with the Great Predator's Titan Legion with that little firepower?!"

"I don't know! My Lord! But they have already gone! And the codes of these ships... I can only confirm that they are indeed part of the Imperial ship code library... If they don't tell me, I don't have enough authority! They themselves reported them as Astartes warships... 'Stormwalker', 'Glory Paladin' and...?"

"With what? And you said they separated?"

"Yes! They all contacted us individually and came here separately! And the last one is called 'Enterprise'...?"

(End of this chapter)