Warhammer: Start with a dog

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Lurkers are watching.

Although he was convinced that he had been discovered by the ship, he resisted the invisible pressure of being spied on and followed at any time, which would make people crazy, and continued to move forward slowly relying on the power of his own muscles - naturally He had been created to know no fear, and he had gathered enough evidence now that he had seen the obviously tainted warsmith's blasphemous work on other Astartes.

Just now, seeing that their work of desecrating these genetic warriors he created was about to end, he left immediately to avoid being discovered by the scanning array-like things in the hands of those weird steel warriors that made him intuitively and deeply fearful. whereabouts.

——But the invisible pressure still clearly exists under his skull, which indicates that this ship or the owner of this ship who is playing cat and mouse with him has very strong psychic power.

Considering that he found no sign of the presence of navigators or their servants, perhaps this possessor of psychic powers was the reason the ship was able to sail so leisurely through the warp tsunami.

——But why is he able to resist the continuous oppression of this force on his own, instead of relying on the abilities of the Silent Sisters to do this?

Maybe he...

Countless fine claws scraped across certain areas of the cerebral cortex of this art treasure created by perfect genetic modification and biological alchemy.

...Oh, yes, he regretfully left the honor of the imperial guard team and came alone. He was given the mission of the Aquila Shield. He was going to fight for the protection. Because of the special nature of this mission, he was removed from it. The externally endowed equipment gains some resistance to psychic energy. As far as he knew, this was the first of all companion groups and castes to date...

...Is this reasonable? Can this be done? Also, he had recovered his mind for several days and now clearly remembered that he was still in the solar system a moment ago, but after he returned to the lower deck, where it was safer and easier to sneak into, he stayed for several days and went back and forth with them from the mortal living area. The information gathered from the snippets of conversation collected while walking around is enough to answer some basic questions.

They all pointed out to him that the chaos he appeared in reminded him of an older war on the battlefield. He was on a planet called Cadia, and this world was still the Eye of Terror. Guarding the world, and the face of the body he witnessed that was inhabited by multiple evils needs no introduction: Ezekiel Abaddon, the former Luna Wolves or Chief Captain of the Sons of Horus body.

So, what important target did he become the Aquila Shield to protect from the claws and demonic sword of the fallen man who proclaimed himself Warmaster? But this is also unreasonable. First of all, he can't remember the name and appearance of the target he was asked to protect. This is impossible for a person like him. Secondly, he remembers those details very clearly. , those weapons and armor treasures buried by themselves The stone style definitely belongs to a Blade Champion. Although there is no rule that the Blade Champion cannot become an Aquila Shield, he can still see a slight sense of disobedience in it, as if he has studied the painting and customs of the Imperial Army for a long time. The unknown person forcibly arranged his identity and mission for him...

A sharp but small electric current passed through the bottom of his mind, and all the questions in his sophisticated mind about all the inappropriate and unreasonable details were forcibly suspended and then erased.

He may have lost consciousness for 0.00001 seconds, or not at all, but the importance of this matter has been arranged from his mind to an infinitely lower processing queue, and when he became aware of the existence of his body again, he The doubts had disappeared, and he was leaning against the back of the ceiling, lying there like a capital letter X.

The side of his head faced a just-right gap: he was in the pipeline layer above the brightest decorative lamp in the center of the hall, and below were several of his sons and their noble but full of unstable betrayal and depravity elements. The voice of the more unreliable descendant was clearly reaching his ears.

"...So how long do we need to sail to reach our destination?"

This voice is clear and noble, not too loud but makes people want to stop and listen to his words. Gothic speaks clearly, dripping with a little bit of the insignificant pride of the inhabitants of the Five Hundred Worlds. This is Robert Guilliman. One of the key observation objects of lurkers, he is in Cadia From the perspective of the lurkers, the transformation from an enchanted champion in demonic form to a noble primarch that was completed on the battlefield in the Lower Cave was only one letter away from being able to be labeled a complete heretic and sent back to Terra. information, unless something happens before that changes that convinces him.

"Ferrus said that the real-time updates from the Enterprise that led us told him that it would take up to 48 hours, and maybe even earlier if the impact of the Scarlet Road can subside as expected or leave the direct impact area faster. ”

The person speaking at this moment is a Dauntless Contemptor. At first glance, the tall body of this ancient venerable is covered in the black color of the Iron Ten, and a silver steel hand is carried on one breastplate. It seems to be Ferrus Horse. An ancient member of the Legion of Nuth, a mortal unfamiliar with the Iron Ten and another Legion or even an Astartes might think so.

But the material and decorative details of its armor made the lurker narrow his eyes: as far as he knew, the Iron Hands' aesthetic taste in their fearless appearance could never be so similar to that of a son of the Emperor at any time. Personalization is also not possible. In the eyes of those familiar with the two legions, the temperament difference between this Dreadnought trying to disguise itself as the Iron Hands and the real Iron Hands Dreadnought is as big as the colors of Terra and Mars. Just as clear.

Moreover, the tone in which this Dreadnought called "Ferrus" completely lacked any respect and awe an Astartes should have for its genetic father and Legion Master. Lurkers had noticed this earlier. Not only did the veteran of Taiwan's Contemptor appear to be talking to the Emperor's thirteenth son on equal terms here, but he also went toe-to-toe with his opponent without any pressure.

Not only did he disrespectfully mention the name of the man who was theoretically his master, his father, his Primarch, but he also repeatedly addressed him as Ferrus Manus. In the name of "conveying his wishes" to give orders to the Iron Hands here.

Those Iron Hands who were stupid and longed for their father and the so-called brotherhood actually listened to this machine that had already combined "I am super suspicious, super wrong, the person you want to kill the most" and "the contents of my iron coffin". "I am definitely not your father, but you must listen to my words as your father." Such ridiculous words were written on the armor of the amniotic fluid hatch.

As expected, warriors like Astartes are still too easily swayed by useless emotions and unnecessary external factors, and become very unreliable. The Iron Hands may be hopelessly tainted. This information should also be sent back to the Tower of Hegemony and then copied to the relevant departments.

"Can't the Enterprise allow us to directly enter the bridge for observation and navigation control? Although the communication system is...well, although its communication system is so easy to use and efficient that I honestly feel envious, and I also want a copy of it. Design drawings or something similar, but why doesn't it let us enter the ship? Bridge? We are already the highest-ranking commanders here. In theory, we should all be on the command deck of the bridge now, instead of here, in a room that looks like...a Primarch's private suite. Even though it’s neat, it still gives me a creepy feeling.”

"Obviously, it's not happy to let us on the bridge. All access to the bridge is locked with adamantine psychic code doors and other measures. I have to say, without any proof, I think I There is some strange prejudice or discrimination in the Enterprise's attitude towards us. . It seems to only want to talk to Ferus. Also, do you think it's creepy? I think the size of this room is original, and the decoration is quite good, but I don't need the furniture. , just locking in my walking joints.”

"The idea that a battleship's machine spirit would secretly discriminate against the Primarch sounds very magical even now after so many magical events. Ishtar. If he is... some... ancient... …Oh… we probably shouldn’t be talking about these words openly here.”

"Of course, according to the route map, 48 hours, Guilliman, 48 hours at most, we can arrive at the Wandering Port. We can talk about this after we get off the ship. What? Wait, oh, Ferrus added, even if it is He, he feels that when the Enterprise talks to him, it's always a bit, how can I put it? 'The ship's words make people feel like he is crossing his arms and smiling with a certain amount of coolness, a certain amount of ridicule, and a certain amount of laughter. "Has a high opinion of himself and feels like he's boring."

"I have to say, there are some new surprises here every day: for example, I never knew that Ferus could feel the mechanical emotions so delicately and vividly, and for example, I didn't know that the machine soul of a ship could have such rich and complex emotions. Emotions. This makes me start to worry about my Macragge's Glory. Who can I wish to prevent it from giving birth to some inexplicable and wonderful thing in my Lord Meditator? Does it matter? I mean the real one."

"Why, you actually use the word wish. I thought you thought the galaxy is full of barbaric and ignorant superstitions? - Based on our experience, Ohm Messiah may really be able to take care of it, but I don't think so. It is recommended that you worship this name casually. This name may lead to some excessively biased results.”

"Well, when I was Robert of Macragge, son of Konnor and Jotun, I would still wish for bolides and things like that. But I wouldn't pray or necessarily expect them to come true, that's That’s the difference. So who should I worship?”

There was a slight sound of metal friction. The lurker put one eye against the gap and tried his best to observe the situation below. However, due to the angle of the light, he could only see that the Contemptor Fearless seemed to have handed something to Guilliman.

"When we are alone for a while, your wish for this will definitely be more effective than whatever you wish for casually."

"Thank you," the Thirteenth Primarch replied solemnly but a little uncertainly, "I will return it to you after I make a wish." He put away the object, "Also, why does the Enterprise have to do everything except food? In addition to being hot, the water supplied every day is not pure water. It must be mixed with such a large amount of Reka coffee. Isn't this superfluous? Or is it just a logistical reserve? Man, I'm really curious as to how this boat managed to do that with so many people gathered together, and, by my calculations, the boat's appearance and claimed volume It doesn’t look like it can accommodate so many refugees! But it can also be divided into so many functional areas that have room for each other? Is it really just a business established for Perturabo’s pseudonym? A ship in the service of the dynasty?”

"Uh, this." The Contemptor Fearless coughed, "This may be some, uh, when you were sleeping in the stasis position, because of the reasons that Honso told you, we, um, we escaped from the world for some reason. Seclusion, away from the heart of the empire, and at the same time hiding from the eyes of the world, Hong Suo did not lie to you too much." Garuda sat on Wuwei's shoulder, closing his mouth and saying nothing.

"I guess so, one part lie is always hidden in nine parts truth to make people believe it. If he is really so bold, then he will never be allowed to stay, and I will not even have the chance to wear the glory of Macragge." Give it to him."

Fulgrim Ishtar choked again, "Hmm, huh, huh, that's right, so we have so many loyal descendants and mortals to arm and support. Obviously, Medusa's existing resources Not suitable for a large number of humans to survive...Perturabo and their fleet and population...I think they need to move on a large scale frequently to avoid being seen, so um...so Perturabo Turabo designed and built such a special ship, which looks like an imperial ship, but inside it actually uses some of the new... technologies he invented, you know, some of the high-tech that didn't come from the Cult of Mechanicus. It was used in the design and construction of the ship, giving it much more space, more powerful reactors, and an autonomous machine soul than it actually was.”

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[Do you really think Perturabo and the others need frequent large-scale transfers? As for the machine soul, I don’t think so...]

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[Otherwise, what should I say? 】

The look of confusion on Guilliman's face turned into realization and then into a frown when Fearless emphasized technology for the second time.

"It is very dangerous to use alien creations on a large scale. If the threats hidden inside are not fully detected, then we are likely to encounter unspeakable mutation disasters at any time. For example, does this machine soul involve a taboo artificial intelligence red line? I I will raise my concerns with him after the meeting.”

"Indeed." Fearless Phoenix agreed, "But it is also very useful, freeing up a lot of sailors and shipping jobs. In fact, as long as it is not Ada Technology, I don't have a big opinion on this. Besides, this is not the first A ship using this kind of space technology.”

"One more thing?"

"Obviously."

Fulgrim Ishtar's voice was filled with nostalgia, "The other one is Perturabo's flagship, the Iron-Blooded. It has changed a lot now. Believe me, try to live in it with an eye of acceptance and tolerance. Some time ago, Guilliman, you will definitely like it."

"That sounds great. Now sit down and have a cup of Reka coffee together! We still have the next few HR and administrative tasks and handovers and forms to complete together."

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