Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 346 I am ashamed to say that I just did some trivial things
"So." The black and white furry tyrant kept his lips tightly shut and stared at someone with his dark brown almond eyes.

His paw pressed against the auto-recording data-pad, and the data-pad's faceplate made a suspicious creaking sound.

The man who had just finished explaining what he had done seemed to be relieved, and began to use one of the most theoretically powerful weapons in the galaxy, Perturabo's LOGOS, to create a "pool" of soft mercury. He then collapsed on the specially made giant sofa with a look of happiness on his face, spreading out the body of the Fourth Primarch.

"These are the things you did after you got lost?"

"No, no, it's not a big deal. I didn't conquer any great worlds or fight any wars worth boasting about... I'm ashamed to say that I just did some insignificant things. Ah, luckily I was able to return here smoothly once the stasis stance was lifted."

Mr. Ramizane Kalosini sighed again, compressing the stale air from deep within the demigod's chest and inhaling the new, fresh air in the room.

"Ah... It's still comfortable here. The quiet room, the comfortable sofa, the familiar smell of dog fur, the familiar smell of paper, ink and Reka coffee. It would be even better if everyone was here... Pepe, baby, when can we go back to the Destiny Steel? My spine tells me that they need my own bed. By the way, is Magna's work still not done? And where is Master Kadur?"

The black and white dog straightened up and stared at his own drowsy body with a look that would make any Iron Warrior immediately start his final revolving lantern show and reflect on what he had done wrong.

Obviously, the other party didn't receive any of it. He just raised his eyelids and looked at his expression with erect ears and bright eyes. Then he began to praise him and called him "the most handsome and beautiful Perturabo in the world" and "How can you be so cute and so perfect? ​​You are the best dog in the world, Perturabo."

Finally, the Primarch of the Borderland Herd let out a cold snort in his throat, reluctantly jumped out of the cockpit of his Dreadnought and walked over, putting his head on the giant's arm. Then a big hand skillfully placed on the top of his head and the mane on the back of his neck, kneading the dog's soft fur and ears. For a long time, neither of them spoke.

——Angron Petra, who was sitting in the same office holding a cup of tea and watching the whole process coldly, commented on this scene, "I think I shouldn't make any disturbing noises. I shouldn't be here. I should go to the bridge and stay with my captain and his children to spend a pleasant afternoon. Why should I be kind enough to stay here and prepare to intervene, thinking that dogs and humans will fight?"

Fortunately, a new message finally came in time to save the Twelfth Primarch from this situation.

The Astartes veteran task force tactical team sent by Destiny Steel to the Desert Ark is about to arrive.

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Magnar Dorn raised his gauntlet, which had become increasingly golden due to rubbing the black helmet too much, and finally touched the helmet of his fellow pharmacist, who was crying and saying that he had never thought he would have such an honor and was extremely excited. Yes, when Ramizarn was imitating Curze's demonstration skills in an inexperienced manner, he gave all the Black Templar monks present a sacred collective illusion because of hearsay or insufficient understanding of the Black Templar traditions.

After all, the reasoning chain of the librarian Mr. Carlosini is as follows: It is difficult to convince the fanatical Black Templars according to the usual logic - but as long as it is the Emperor and the Emperor's Champion, they will never refuse - the Emperor's Champion himself absolutely believes in the instructions given in the illusion - he can even ignore the orders of his superiors, and his superiors and the Chapter usually believe that the Emperor's Champion only needs to serve the higher guidance - as long as they all think that they are the Emperor's Champion, they can simply make them all stay in place and there is no need to bother explaining it later! Perfect! Just do it! In the end, even the technical sergeant brothers and the pharmacist brothers were not left out.

According to tradition, an expeditionary force usually only carries a set of blessed black armor of faith and a black sword at most - as we all know, an Emperor's champion will fall after completing his mission in this campaign, and the Sword Brothers and the commander will go to the battlefield after the war to respectfully retrieve the dead champion's black armor and black sword - if the team is lucky enough to apply for and carry a black sword from the treasury of the Eternal Expedition.

After all, with the exception of the first Champion, Sigismund the Great, who fought for the Emperor for over a thousand years, few subsequent Champions have ever survived the campaign in which they were inspired.

Generally speaking, every Black Templar who receives the vision of revelation understands the significance of the sacrifice. They all regard it as the blood price that must be paid as a Black Templar warrior to avenge the Emperor and win victory for Dorn, and they are willing to pay it. After becoming the Emperor's champion, they violently rush into the enemy and brandish their weapons.

There are only ten Black Swords in the public imperial records. After ten thousand years of baptism of war, although the Black Templars will try their best to recover and repair the Armor of Faith and the Black Swords in every battle, there may still be only seven or eight of them left - because one of them is almost certain to have never been returned to the Death Watch.

So it was quite obvious that in this expeditionary crusade that suddenly became the champions, the Armor of Faith was definitely not enough, and the Black Sword was nowhere to be seen - since they had traveled here through the warp, the Inevitable Retribution could only open up all the inventory in the armory to the champions to take as they pleased.

Of course, there are cases in the chapter records where someone is recognized as the Emperor's champion even though he cannot hold the Armor of Faith and the Black Sword. This has happened more than once.

Therefore, with Priest Geratos reciting the glorious history and hymns in the background, they decided to ask the holy remains of Dorn to bless each piece of armor and weapon - yes, they have determined that the remains of Dorn that the Imperial Fists and their successors have been searching for for eight thousand years are contained in this golden mechanical humanoid coffin. Although it is controlled by evil wizards and the primarchs of Chaos, the ability he just demonstrated to guide the gaze of the God-Emperor to descend on each of them is enough to explain everything.

Even though he was made into such a... suffering being, Dorn still exists! He has not surrendered!
Just the thought of this made the blood boil in each of their two strengthened hearts.

Never surrender! This expeditionary force will accept any evil and blasphemous challenge! Find redemption in their penance and penance!

Each one was filled with divine passion and power, the newly stamped red wax mark of purity fluttering on the surface of their power armor.

Of course, at that time they didn't know how strong the challenge they would face would be.

(End of this chapter)