Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 557 Who was forgotten?
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"Terra is on top."

"The eternal flame."

When the two teams led by Saul Tarvitz (Solomon Demetrius was designated to stay behind because he was too reliable. "You guys have fun out there, but we can't leave no experienced commander in this restaurant." - BY a very self-aware Archon) and Flavius ​​Arkenis finally held their first touching meeting in the lobby of Enterprise after ten thousand years, both parties at the same time made the same aria-like sigh at each other.

Well, although Saul Tarvitz has always been considered "ordinary", "too plain" and "uninteresting", these adjectives are only relative to his brothers.

However, even if Flavius ​​wanted to attack Tarvitz's taste from the perspective that the other party was not wearing the beautiful Phoenician purple, white, and gold armor, but silver instead of purple and black instead of white, like "unpainted" or something else, he had no position.

Because Tarvitz had already raised an eyebrow in surprise and asked his own question.

"Flavius? What happened? How... How did you get yourself into this state...? You don't look like an Emperor's Child. You look like..."

The eyes of the first ten captains slid across the Phoenix Guard Terminators on the opposite side in surprise and a little weirdness. They were also coated with large areas of black armor. These armors were old in style, and it could be seen that they were once the style of the Phoenix Guard. Now all the unnecessary things and decorations have been removed, leaving only the most practical parts. The only thing that can still remind people of the Phoenix Guard and their captain is their weapons. Each of them carried more exquisite and sharp swords than needed. Some would tie smaller weapons to their thighs with belts, while others chose more traditional belts.

Of course, the most obvious difference from the Iron Hands is probably that the paint and various parts on each of them are more carefully arranged or there are some small hand-engraved commemorative patterns on the details of the edges. Finally, they do not decorate themselves with the edges of gears and the emblems of the Iron Hands, but use simple and abstract Phoenician palm carvings and wings wrapped in flames to indicate their identity. However, this does not affect their dark color and calm temperament when viewed from a distance, making them more like professional soldiers - reminding Sol Tarvitz of his former legion, and feeling a sense of comfort and intimacy in his vigilance.

"... This... This is a long story. We are here today to report to Lord Ishtar and Lord Manus, and to see if we can visit Lord Pallas. As for our appearance... I can find a chance to explain it to you later - we don't think this paint job will be permanent."

Commander Phoenix suddenly coughed and began to change the subject. "You... your face looks exactly the same as when I last saw you. Sol Tarvitz." There was more emotion in his words. "Based on what I heard, I thought you... you had already died on Isstvan III."

"Ah, that would involve many miracles and another great Primarch," Tarvitz replied. "After all, strictly speaking, Isstvan III happened only a few months ago for me."

"What?" Flavius ​​was genuinely surprised. "Although I would also like to tell you about the miracle that happened here, perhaps you could tell me about yours first."

"Well... that day, we were all on Isstvan III, and such a tragic battle took place. You know, right?" The eyes of the Phoenix Commander who was standing on the other side moved uneasily. Tarvitz continued, "Yes, we were abandoned, betrayed, and attacked by our brothers and primarchs... In the end, we gathered in the City of Hymns, thinking that this would be the end we would face calmly and loyally until death. However, at this time, a god-like figure walked into the dome where we finally gathered with hope..."

In the following half hour, Flavius, who had thought that he had experienced enough incredible events and miracles he had never heard of in his life, felt that his mind had been rubbed on the ground from top to bottom and inside to outside, and his worldview was renewed.

"Incredible! Incredible! Tarvitz!" he said, and his brothers behind him shared his astonishment. "I thought it was an impossible miracle that we now have three fathers, evaded the watchful eyes of the Dark Prince, and gained the forgiveness and help of Master Manus and the Iron Hands, but every miracle in this whole thing you just told me seems to be no less amazing now, and Master Angron alone - huh -?!"

Just when Tarvitz wanted to ask Flavius ​​how they convinced the Iron Hands to take them in instead of burning them to ashes, and what the "three fathers existing at the same time" was all about, something strange happened.

The Phoenix Commander jumped up at a speed as if he saw a deadly threat, drew his power sword and made a defensive counterattack. The Phoenix Guards - they no longer used the Phoenix Spears of the first batch of people who used this title - drew their storm bolters and melta guns without him saying anything, and all the muzzles of their guns were locked on the gorgeous figure who was happily walking in from the door.

"Hello! Good day, everyone! How come no one informed me of such a touching brotherly meeting? Fortunately, I received the ship's communication to notify me to come here!"

"who--"

"Lucius--!" Flavius ​​hissed. "Watch out! Brothers! The Undying One! It's her favorite!"

"No, no, Flavius. The Immortal? Is that the nickname you want to give me? It sounds pretty good. But unfortunately, the title given to me by His Highness is 'The Healer'. Remember, don't call me the wrong name next time you see me, otherwise I will invite you to a fierce duel with me."

The man with a fearsome reputation as a duelist even among the Emperor's Children strode gracefully toward them, and the Phoenix Grand Master narrowed his eyes: this Lucius looked truly bizarre.

He was cheerful, full of energy, and arrogant indifferent to everything, but he had the kind of fullness of a fanatical believer. More importantly, Flavius ​​suddenly realized that the face he saw was not the deformed and distorted face that had been completely disfigured, but the face of Lucius that he remembered when he first knew him.

A smooth, fair, handsome, almost sweet-looking face for a man, carefully trimmed hair dyed a silvery white, and purple... eyes?
Wait?

In shock, Alkenes turned to Tarvitz, who looked like he was enjoying the show.

The latter shrugged and said, "Yes, remember I told you that it was one of our officers on duty outside who brought His Highness Angron in. Look, that's Lucius."

"How could he... become like this?" Chief Phoenix murmured in disbelief.

"I am not sure about this, but His Highness Angron Petra once sighed and told us, 'This is all my fault, so I have to take some responsibility,'" Tarvitz said. "The result of our discussion is that there may be something in Lucius's mind, you know," he gestured, "that was twisted, reversed, and changed by the power of Lord Angron. No matter what it is, he is now determined to pursue perfection with Lord Angron as his spiritual idol."

Tarvitz also began to sigh. "And he sometimes becomes overly dramatic in his words and actions, likes to tease others or turns simple things into a drama with himself as the hero, and appears and disappears mysteriously...ah, it gives me a headache just talking about it. I don't know why I am still cleaning up his mess every time."

"Uh, that was a crude term, Tarvitz. - And if Lord Fulgrim knew of his quest to emulate the other Primarchs... well, at least the two Lord Fulgrims who are here won't mind it so much, and if your Lord Angron is as noble and wise as you say, then it would be a good thing for all of us. I still remember what I heard about Lucius devouring Sireus after the duel."

"…It sounds like the Lucius you know is also not good for others."

"Believe me." Commander Phoenix slowly and cautiously put away his weapon and stared at Lucius who was getting closer. "This is not a question of 'same' level. Compared to the Lucius we know, your Lucius is like an angel, a real one."

"Oh." The captain of the former tenth company had a look of pity in his eyes.

"So I'm late and missed some important and interesting chat?" Lucius walked up to them.

"No," Tarvitz replied, "you have come just in time. Alkenes was about to explain to us the problem of our feeling that there was more than one father present at that time."——————————

"...Yes, we developed Xikaran together...Then there was the 529th system...The Battle of Gardenar, oh, yes, Ulan Ciselus, the unfortunate Ciselus, and the funeral of Akurdona and Intep Amar...Yes...Ferus...Ferus! It's really you! How is this possible? It's really you! Snowy Mountains of Hera..."

Guilliman sat down somewhat dejectedly - Fulgrim Ishtar had long ago prepared a chair the size of the Primarch, and now the Thirteenth Primarch sat there, caught in a shock of memories that mixed together confusion, joy and deep sadness.

The Thirteenth Primarch had already removed his disguise in the area and restored his original appearance. He was wearing a blue and white toga, and his marble-like face under his light golden hair was buried deeply in his hands. His baby blue eyes were filled with tears of disbelief yet relief.

"I...I..." He stammered at last, "I'm glad that you...I don't know what to call your current state, but, I'm glad that you're back, Ferrus."

Fulgrim Ishtar asked in surprise on the internal channel, "How come you have such a good relationship with Robert Guilliman here? I thought the one you had the best relationship with was the former Fulgrim here."

[Actually, I was also surprised. After the battles in Gardinal and other joint operations, I always thought that Guilliman should be dissatisfied with me. And I don't have similar... well, opinions about him, which makes me feel a little overwhelmed. ]

The mechanical bird and the Contemptor Dreadnought looked together at Guilliman, who once again covered his face, losing his composure due to the great joy of reuniting with his brother.

[He looks so happy and excited, it doesn't seem like he is dissatisfied with you as you said. ]

[…I swear I know nothing about this.]

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[Well, anyway, he obviously likes you very much, that's enough, he may not know how important and necessary his support is to us now. I originally thought about how to cure him and win him over, but now it seems that there is no need. ]

"You are right. Also, we should pay attention to Honso. Where did he learn this trick? As far as I know, the treatment of the Primarch has been a mystery that has troubled all legion pharmacists and members of the Mechanicus for thousands of years. No one can save us in such an orderly and effective way."

[Indeed... this is not an area that an Astartes would normally come into contact with, but I guess Perturabo can explain it.]

【Wait until we find him.】

[We will definitely find him. There are so many people who need to be settled, so many things to deal with, and the war in the galaxy will continue...] Fearless Phoenix sighed in their internal channel, [It will only burn more fiercely.]

【But together we have nothing to fear. 】

【Be fearless.】

“Well then,” Guilliman, who had calmed down, raised his head and stared at the seemingly silent Dauntless and Garuda with sharp eyes, “Ferus… I have a question?”

"What? Let me first state that there are some questions I won't answer for now."

"Does your offspring know that you are now in the form of this mechanical bird, without flesh and blood, and can even chirp?"

"..." A silence spread in the hall of the medical area. Only a certain pharmacist who was listening quietly in the corner lowered his presence and also listened with his eyes shining.

"...You'd better think about how to explain to your offspring why you dress up as Lorgar's enchanted warrior."

The name mentioned here made the Ultramarines Lord show a slightly unfriendly look, "Who? Are you talking about me? How could I dress up as a Word Bearer? The disguise I used was the Renegade Khorne Enchanted Champion."

"Not the Word Bearers?"

"How could I agree to use the disguise of the Word Bearers?" The Thirteenth Primarch sneered, "I am disguising myself as Lorgar's little bastard! Ferrus! If this footage gets out, how am I going to beat him up?!"

"So what are you doing...?"

"Honso gave it to me." The Primarchs all looked at the Master Potion Master who was trying to escape. "He told me that this is a loyal chapter of the current era, called the Exorcists. But few people have come into contact with them, so it's not easy to be exposed."

"...There really is such a regiment." After searching the database for a while, Fearless Phoenix announced, "But I doubt it..."

"Indeed," said Guilliman. "I have decided to reserve a suitable place for him on Macragge's Glory."

…It seems that Lord Pallas’ awakening may need to be delayed for a while.

Hong Suo gave the three Primarchs a stiff, businesslike smile and thought so.

I just feel like I forgot something. What is it?

(End of this chapter)