Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 563 MIMGA!
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[…Lami Zahn!!! I’m not killing you just because I’m sick! How can I be embarrassed if someone finds out that the Primarch fainted after spraining his ankle?!]

[So what should I do now?! I should just get up and act like nothing happened...? Say hello to them?]

[… (deep sighs, unintelligible mumblings, curses)… Don’t move, just lie there quietly, pretend to be seriously ill or unconscious… Anyway, don’t say anything. I’ll handle it.]

[What about this Guilliman? Ishtar is so close to him, are you sure? ]

[I know. I will arrange it. Ramizarn.]

[…Hmm?]

[You better be alert, don't really fall asleep! Damn it, I told you to put on LOGOS as soon as you get hurt, for 24 hours! You are in such a fragile state that it is not suitable to take off the power armor. ]

[Oh... okay, I'll try. LOGOS is great, but who would sleep in a super heavy composite terminator?]

I will.

[That sounds terrible, Pepe. You've suffered.]

[…No…No, no, I don’t think so. I am Perturabo, the Iron King, the Lord of the Iron Warriors, with a body of iron and a heart of steel.]

[I think you must have been wronged before to say that. No, let's go get something delicious after they leave! I'll cook it myself!]

[… (Mumbling quietly, luckily no one else can hear these words)]

【What did you say? 】

[It's nothing, just lie down and pretend to be asleep, don't worry. ]

The reason for the telepathic, light-speed conversation of distrust between the two "Perturabos" was actually quite obvious.

They had been collecting the time-drifting messages in a bottle that Kaldor Malcador had left for them using a trick from the Inquisition, and the information that had been updated in the bottle made it clear: Malcador had reunited with the Ark Eldar, the remnants of Belisarius Cawl's Mechanicum, the Black Templars, the Inquisitors, the Living Saints and others, and had successfully escaped to Macragge through the Webway gate opened for them by the Eldar. Now they were fully manned and had already stepped out of the Macragge system to awaken Roboute Guilliman.

So--

Now, who is the master under the command of Robert Guilliman who has landed on the Iron Blood (and apparently other brothers also think he is, and he has also passed a series of epidemic prevention and security tests and certifications)?
And according to the quarantine list sent simultaneously, their fleet also includes a great sage Belisarius Cawl, a Marshal Amaritch of the Black Templar Drusis Expedition, many inquisitors and battle sisters, not to mention the warriors and living saints wrapped in flames who disappeared without a trace... Whose generals are these?
Therefore, the Guilliman who now appeared before them, together with Fulgrim Ishtar whom they knew... although he had thick eyebrows, big eyes, blond hair and blue eyes and looked more friendly and easy-going than ten thousand years ago, he looked particularly hateful, terrifying and unpredictable with the message from Malcador.

Perturabo BC was originally unafraid - it was just a fight, so he asked Ramizane to put on his helmet, activate the LOGOS defense protocol on the spot, and summon the four nearest Iron Ring Robots. That defense could hold out for a while even if the planet was shattered, and he, Magna, and Sigismund would attack together. At such a close distance, the three of them could easily take down even the biggest demon.

...But accidents never happen, who would have known that at this critical moment the Primarch's body would become so fragile and he would be lying there without armor because of a sprained ankle.

[Do you think he is one of the Alpha Twins in disguise? After all, he passed the automatic security protocol. In other words, he is not a Chaos thing, which seems to be a little reassuring. ]

[It's not impossible. But everything needs to be confirmed.]

[Oh, by the way, you didn’t explain what happened to the Xi Jian Xian you just mentioned. Remember this later! Hehe, Xiji, hehe, this out-of-stock edition has been out of stock for a long time. I’ve been eyeing it for a long time... Hehehehe Xiji...]

[…(cursing softly)]

"…This is not Rogal Dorn. Guilliman."

Perturabo BC turned his grim face toward the unexpected visitor to the ward. "Just as I am only a part of myself."

He sneered, "Do you want to know what this is, brother? This is... the broken soul of Rogal Dorn. I cut it from his soul, split it, polished it to my liking, and finally embedded it into steel and wetware. Using technology that no one has ever fully mastered, it was made into the ruling machine soul of my flagship, the Iron Blood. This body is the mechanical shell that contains its mind. It will also serve as my commander, helping me conquer and rule the Dornish heirs in the galaxy - what do you think?"

The hint of pleasure and darkness implied in the words of the Lord of Iron at this moment was so real and evil that Sigismund, who was guarding the door, couldn't help but tighten his fingers.

After making this terrible announcement, Magna Dorn took off the golden helmet covering his face as ordered by Perturabo BC. The things revealed inside made the visiting Primarchs close their eyes, and the grief that first appeared on Guilliman's face was clearly visible.

——It was a death mask of Rogal Dorn, cast from silver-white metal. His muscles were tense and his brows were slightly furrowed, showing that the responsibilities he once carried had not been removed from him until the moment he fell into eternal sleep. And the inexplicable sadness in his slightly open eyes looking into the distance seemed to be mourning for someone unknown.

The soul of the Fourth Primarch peered out through his pupils with viciousness and bloodthirstiness at the face of this being that might not be Robouti Guilliman, trying to find the slightest wavering or discordant crack on it, from which he could -

"The snow of the Hera Mountains!" The face that was always ambitious but pretended to be indifferent showed an almost flawless and sincere feeling of being touched. "I'm sorry, Perturabo, I... maybe I once... I... I think I should apologize for my previous views on you and your offspring." He whispered, "I am still proud of my legion and my offspring, but perhaps I should really look more at what my brothers have sacrificed for our ideals than I think."

The Thirteenth Primarch walked past Perturabo BC, whose face was frozen, and walked naturally to the bedside. He sighed as he looked at the face that was eternally solidified by metal and stared at him silently. He then bent down and held the hand of his tall and pale brother, who was deeply sunken in the pillow on the bed. This hand was covered with thin calluses and was once extremely strong, but now it was weak and powerless.

The blond demigod was nearly in tears at his brother's bedside.

Ferrus and Fulgrim Ishtar looked at each other. "Thank you for your hard work... Is this the price of escape, rescue, and resistance? It seems that what Honsou told me is not even all you have paid, and I suspect that his cover-up is a deception. You can tell me everything, Perturabo. But it doesn't matter. Now, Fulgrim, Ferrus, and I will help you. Now is the time for us brothers to work together to make the great empire our father founded great again!"

The black and white Border Collie's hair was all puffed up from the ears to the base of the tail, but fortunately the camouflage covered everything.

[This is—disgusting—! What—is—this—thing?! What kind of venomous lies did you [Olympian expletive] tell Guilliman?! Honso—!!!! ! ! ! ! ! ! !]

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A certain master of potions, who had just excitedly stepped off a Stormbird from the old shuttle dock that had been converted into a port exclusively for internal personnel of the Kalosini Dynasty, suddenly sneezed twice loudly in full view of everyone.

"What? What's going on? This can't be possible... this shouldn't happen!"

However, his strenuous denial of the two sneezes and his protest by showing his power armor medical report were ignored by the security guards who strictly enforced the new quarantine regulations. The customs guards wearing ordinary type XII power armor stepped aside, and two burly men wearing Iron Cavalry Terminators came over, one on each side, stretched out their big hands, lifted up the pharmacist and stuffed him into the observation hut in the quarantine area.

“I’m not sick!”

"You sneezed!"

"I'm healthy! Here's my medical report! From one minute ago!"

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"You sneezed!"

"I'm a pharmacist myself!"

"You sneezed! Twice! We all heard it! Then you have to go in for observation and get a new health report before you can come out!"

"…Who issued this health report?! Who is the idiot who dares to take my place so blatantly? Ahalin? Dassadra?!… If it was done by little Parogov, then forget it."

"No one," the man who answered him paused, "but the one who is in charge of operating this set of standardized testing procedures is the new brother Caleb Morrow."

"Who is this bold bastard? I will make him pay when I get out..."

"It's only forty-eight hours, Master Hongsuo," the other Terminator who spoke seemed to be holding back a smile under his visor. "Be patient. It's just a blink of an eye in our lives. Besides, we will provide you with quarantine packages and Reka coffee."

"That's easy for you to say! For me, I'm already..." Hong Suo suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and he closed his mouth. "Okay, but I still don't think I have any health problems. And there has never been a practice of implementing such long-distance quarantine measures in ports before. The overall quality of this group of refugees is quite good, and the environment on the ship is mostly very good. I personally think that this additional isolation is an unstable factor for the mental health of the fleet full of people. I want to see the honorable Iron Lord immediately. Who asked for this?"

"It's hard to say what the influencing factors are. Besides, this is one of the direct orders from the two princes." A third footstep sounded beside them, "Send him in... And, Hong Suo... Brother, have you thoroughly checked the epidemic prevention conditions on all the ships that followed you?"

"What?" The master potion master turned his head. The person who came over was also wearing Terminator power armor. His paint scheme was also the silver and black specified by the "Silver Skull", but compared to the other two, he had some red and gold ribbons, medals and knots as embellishments. This warrior with gray skin and a quiet and stoic look did not carry his main weapon except for the dagger and pistol at his waist. Instead, he held a few data tablets in his hands, and his Archon helmet was hung on the magnetic lock at his waist.

However, the face of this senior officer was completely unfamiliar to Hong Suo, but certain genetic features on his face made the Iron Warriors pharmacist squint his eyes: the medical goggles showed that this was a member of the Death Guard Corps, and his genetic purity was quite excellent.

"What do you mean by what you just said? Who are you? Why are you wearing the same armor as me?" Hong Suo asked.

"I am Caleb Morrow." The other party didn't laugh. The Terminators on both sides seemed silent, but they seemed to be laughing under their helmets - these little bastards! Who! Who let the young boys of the 10th Company get in touch with the Terminator so early? ! These little bastards are so frivolous, they haven't been tempered and tested enough in battle, and they are simply not qualified to control such precious armor... Wait, when I left, was the Terminator power armor already a common equipment on the street! Ha! But my fine armor is the best! Because it is a gift made by my father himself!
Thinking of this, a certain pharmacist puffed out his chest proudly again.

"I can wear the same color armor as you because I am one of the eight members of the Primarch's honor guard who stayed here, and the rest of the guard," he paused, "should have returned with you."

"Bloods of Iron!" Honsuo shouted, speaking to them through the isolation window and filter. "What is this eight-man Primarch Honor Guard?! How many people are vying for my position when I was just away for a while?! Oh my God, I really miss those simple and happy fighting days! Because I can clearly put everyone I don't like into the infirmary!... So now that we have added so many people here, where is my dear little apprentice? Why isn't Parogov the one who takes over my job and is responsible for quarantine? He is my pharmacist apprentice. He and I are the only pharmacists here. He is the most suitable person to be in charge."

The Death Guard had no expression on their faces, and the ominous pause of the members of the Tenth Company on both sides made Hongsuo's face gloomy.

Finally, one of the members of the Tenth Company sighed, "Parogov is missing too, Master Honso. He must have disappeared at the same time as you. We miss him, too."

"What?!" the master of potions who had just seemed to be at ease shouted, "It's been so long, and there's no news about him?"

They looked at each other and finally shook their heads.

"You said 'you'. Are there others missing as well?"

"Yes, Master Hongsuo."

"...Now, I think I should really stay for a while. Take this opportunity to tell me everything you know while I'm away..."

"And," the Death Guard added quietly, "once you've cleared your own quarantine, we'll have a talk about Nurgle on the fleet."

(End of this chapter)