Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 562: The famous scene of visiting the sick is a must-try
": You should remember that when you welcome a new creature into your home, you must first isolate it and perform a purification ritual to ensure the safety of your home and prevent it from being disturbed by unclean things. This is the way of wisdom and a good way to protect your family and new creatures."

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"Have the transmission beacons and other arrangements been made? Seranthus."

"Yes, my lord. We have contacted the Hestian brothers of the Inflexible according to the information you provided. If you send the codeword at any time after you separate from us, we will begin the assault on the Iron Blood's hangar, and Hestian will attempt to begin transporting you and us back to the Inflexible."

"Very well, let me see if this is a fantasy dream of a future filled with aliens and Chaos' sinister plots, or if it is a fantasy future that my mind has suppressed my imagination."

Roboute Guilliman, clad in new ceremonial power armor and surrounded by his descendants from ten thousand years ago, boarded the Stormbird sent from the Iron Blood to greet them.

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"Four hours left! Get moving, everyone, and prepare for a whole new world."

This message was spread at the fastest speed throughout the entire fleet of sixty-four ships of various types following the Enterprise.

From the command room of the Phalanx Fortress, to the reawakened central control cabin of the Indomitable, to the bridge of the smallest cruiser, people rushed around cheering, and then applauded for their upcoming arrival at a destination with land under the jurisdiction of the Empire - whether it was good or bad, it was more reassuring than surfing on the waves of the warp.

Even though the Enterprise had proven itself to be powerful over the past ninety-two hours—or maybe more or less—it was still difficult to completely eliminate the shadow of humanity being engraved with even more ancient DNA in a vast, dark ocean filled with monsters.

The Enterprise was like the bow of a powerful icebreaker, splitting through the chaotic and violent subspace vortexes, crushing any monster that dared to test it, and leading all ships on its own track. A few ships, for some unknown reason, wanted to jump out of the scarlet tide in advance. In their last distress calls, they only had time to broadcast to all public channels the horrible and inhuman screams of pain and the description of unidentified objects eating them alive, with the sound of chewing flesh and bones in the background and the sound of breathing stopping after being heard. After that, no other ship mentioned leaving early or going elsewhere.

This incident was even recorded and spread as a negative example. The Enterprise later announced to the entire fleet, "We will never rescue such a self-righteous fool who disobeys orders. Saving such a guy will only make the... Empire's rice more expensive!"

This straightforward approach, which was something that everyone actually did but rarely said openly, surprised many warriors of the loyalist regiments. However, surprisingly, it was well accepted by the army and refugees of Cadia. Therefore, the riot that the administrators had expected did not happen. On the contrary, most people became more disciplined and the curfew was enforced more strictly.

"It must be said that whoever commanded the Enterprise from the bridge knew how to use the weapon of fear appropriately," Thor Galadon said to Danat Lysander.

At this moment, they were walking together again through the kilometers-long glorious corridor of the Phalanx, their yellow ceramic boots stepping on the exquisite ancient marble floor without stirring up any dust - now there was much less dust here, and the light seemed to be better.

This was actually because in addition to the original cleaning servitors, a new team of Cadians were sent here as part of a new job. These people were full of gratitude, but it seemed that someone had warned them not to add candles or the like here without permission - they didn't have those, so they arranged shifts and took turns to clean the floor and statues here - because the dust that had accumulated for tens of thousands of years was wiped away, the space here became three degrees brighter, which in some ways proved that the setting program of the cleaning servitors had allowed them to only wipe the front, base and floor of the statues within the specified lines no matter how they were replaced over the past ten thousand years.

Of course, the two acting chapter leaders and the third company commander who were passing through here did not know the ins and outs of this. What they could feel most intuitively was that the quality of these Cadian soldiers was indeed very good. Even the corridor seemed to have become brighter because of their arrival.

"Indeed. In addition, I think we can consider recruiting some new trialists or auxiliary troops from the Cadians at the end of this voyage."

Lysander paused and added, "What do you think? ... In addition, if your Third Company also needs to recruit new soldiers, you can report to me in advance, and I will approve you to go to the Tenth Company for selection."

A flattered expression suddenly appeared on Galadon's resolute face: although it had been a while, he was still not used to the "normal-thinking" Danat Lysander who would consider other people's needs and ideas when speaking and ask for other people's opinions, just as he was still completely unable to get used to seeing "that bastard" sitting in the seat next to Lysander when the senior officers of the Imperial Fists held a meeting.

——"That bastard" was the one who always showed a shining smile to all of them in the meeting, from the direction where Lysander could not see, which made people want to punch this bastard and knock all his white teeth out. He was given the title of "Atoner" by the State Church at the speed of light and then assigned to be supervised by Lysander himself. He was one of the Chaos leaders who was extremely rare in the records of the rebels with names after the Great Heresy. He directly rushed into the defense circle above Terra with tactics - the Iron Warrior Warsmith, Shantuo.

The Imperial Fists could not help but remember that they could not deny his contribution when they thought about how the former warsmith had been stripped of his armor upon his return (but the other party did not seem to find it humiliating), dressed in an ascetic's coarse linen shroud, with a double-headed eagle tattooed on his bare feet and fists, entangled in chains and the Mark of Purity, and silent because of the psychic seal, but still smiled at them with a smug look on his face.

Not only did this Iron Warrior bastard survive the Cadia airdrop charge intact, but later, according to Lysander and the incredible testimonies of several loyal and reliable patriarchs of the Knights, as well as other warriors of the Chapter, they were all in danger when their Holy Father, with the Black Templars (Why the Black Templars?! Dorne! Have you abandoned us, your Imperial Fists!) descended upon his Holy Templar and fought against the enemy, inducing a holy coma. They were even saved once by the Iron Warriors led by Shantau...

Oh, Don, are your eyes closed?

Even Galadon looked confused when he thought about how he had been going to confess to his priest brother more often recently.

——I always feel that...the fortress monastery that they have been proud of for thousands of years...

...Something subtle...it has become more lively...

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Rogal Dorn's eyes might indeed have been closed, but Magnar Dorn's were now wide open and looking at the husk of Perturabo on the bed with pure concern, forking a piece of peeled fruit into the other's mouth.

As one of the few witnesses to the Lord of Steel's ankle sprain, Sigismund is now guarding the door of an extremely secret ward on the Iron... Destiny Iron, and by the way, he is responsible for a series of miscellaneous tasks for the two Primarchs (?) inside, from receiving guests, rejecting guests, to running errands, delivering messages, serving tea, handing over documents and fruits, etc. - Ahlin is said to be on his way back home, and those who know and don't know the true identity of Whitetris think that it is indeed reassuring to let this mecha guard the door, and it must be very reliable and nothing will go wrong. Magna and Sigismund are here mainly because Ramizane thinks that Perturabo's suggestion to let the Iron Guards peel apples is not good - it's not that the rabbit skin apples peeled by the Iron Guards are not beautiful enough, but mainly because they themselves take up a little too much space, because "Whitetris is only a head taller than an ordinary Astartes, so it won't look depressing next to the bed, and his paint is also very good... I think it can even be comparable to the effect of NMM with OSL."

No one knows which word touched the sensitive nerve of a Primarch who had been strong all his life. Anyway, Perturabo BC, who had been refusing Ramezane's request for improved mechas, secretly ordered the armory to start collecting rare mecha materials and training special mecha servitors for paint and plating.

But in the end, Magna, who came to visit Ramizarn, curiously took over Sigismund's task, because the young machine spirit decided to try this famous scene that was also recorded in many books in the library of the Destiny Steel - sitting down to peel an apple for the disabled patient and feed him when visiting him.

"Doesn't Magna take up too much space with his size?! He's also golden! It hurts the eyes! And you didn't hurt your hand, so why did you ask him to peel an apple for you?!"

As for Perturabo BC's complaints, Ramizane just remained in the dark. After all, if little Magna wore a helmet, from his perspective, it would look like the Primarch of the Imperial Fists was peeling fruit for you, which made a certain mortal who had no awareness of it feel secretly happy in his heart - it's not easy, it's not easy. After so many years before and after the time travel, we can finally experience the feeling of raising a smart and talented child... (?)
"Why? Because you are too busy to use your input device to peel apples for me. If you want to work, you can't take care of me. If you want to take care of me, you can't work. Oh... Pepe! Look, isn't it a good idea to let Magna learn from you your superb management skills and superb coordination and command art?"

"you……"

"Okay, okay, Pepe, I know what you're thinking. Don't be gloomy all the time. It's such a waste of your perfect face! I'll cheer you up right away."

The original black and white sheepdog was sitting in his car, staring at his own face lying on the huge hospital bed. His face looked extremely pale (due to lack of sun exposure) and his eyes could not even be opened (it was all because he was lazy).

"It's no big deal! He's your student, you should enjoy yourself... Let Magna peel an apple for you, Magna? Look how good it is! This child is so self-conscious..."

The golden-armored giant with Dorn's power armor, Dorn's body shape and Dorn's posture had obediently picked up the fruit knife that mortals could use as a two-handed giant sword, and picked up an apple the size of a pumpkin that was specially cultivated for the Primarch in the ship's crop experimental area. He began to skillfully peel, core and slice the giant apple. Then he walked over with a bowl that was larger than a mortal's washbasin and very considerately picked up the huge fruit fork that was like a barbecue fork, and brought the cut apple to the mouth of Perturabo, who was wearing thick silver armor, had a stern face, and had the face of the Lord of Steel. He also raised his arm very patiently, waiting for the other party to pick and choose the fruit flesh in small sips -

——When they arrived at Mandeville Point on the outskirts of the Rubicon II system where Wandering Port is located, they immediately boarded the Stormbird that greeted them from the fleet that was isolated on the outskirts of the system for review, registration, observation and quarantine, and arrived at the Destiny Steel. They were let in by Mr. Sigismund, the gatekeeper who was probably "too surprised" to inform the room. The three visitors, Fulgrim Ishtar the Fearless, Ferrus Manus (mechanical bird type) and Robert Guilliman, took in this scene as soon as they stepped through the door.

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The two sides of the doorway sat in silence for two seconds that seemed like an eternity to the Primarch.

Then Robert Guilliman was the first to laugh with relief, as if he had breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Ah, I see. As expected, Hong Suo didn't really lie to me. It seems that this empire really does... need us to save it together! My brothers! Rogge, is that you? It's great to see you here!"

The other people in the room were also staring at the Thirteenth Primarch, and two people who had received the "surprise filial piety" gift packages that were opened on the spot had already begun rapid mental communication.

【What? What's going on? This, this, this, this can't be, this isn't, this person, this appearance, this isn't, this can't be, this, you, me, him? He he he he isn't? This can't be!!!】

[I saw it, don't open your mouth and talk! Don't move! Let me speak! Yes! This is Robert Guilliman! What a "gift"!] The black and white tyrant had a hideous look on his face, while in the eyes of others, the brown-eyed Perturabo had bulging veins on his forehead and his face suddenly twisted.

[What a Honso! What a gift! What a Sigismund! I will hang them all on the bridge and let them scream for ten thousand years! Even the demons of the Warp will flee from their screams! I swear! All of them!]

[Wait, wait, who else is here? Who did you just say? !]

[It’s too late to explain now! Don’t move! You are a patient! Remember! I have the final say!]

【Ohhhhhh ok, no problem! I'm a patient! I understand!】

[You wait...]

Just when Perturabo BC remembered something and was about to stop it, the man with the appearance and body of the Fourth Primarch lying on the hospital bed had already pretended to be on his last legs, and looked at the visiting guests earnestly, weakly and sincerely. After a few heart-wrenching coughs that sounded like he was about to die, he closed his eyes peacefully in front of everyone.

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(End of this chapter)