Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 394: The Primarchs Must Also Follow Some Basic Rules
The silver-white Queen of Glory-class battleship, with the deadly beauty of ultimate war, quietly hovers in the geostationary orbit above the planet, with gold and black adorning its simple, elegant and huge body.

Captain Vought was walking carefully across his bridge—he had recently and eagerly surrendered all his Contribution Points to the Armory in exchange for a 40-hour separation surgery and a rudimentary mechanical body that could be attached to the cables and slightly removed from the command throne—doing routine cruise panel monitoring.

The Iron Blood's chief controller, the machine spirit Magnar Dorn, and the mechanized Sigismund were watching the three-dimensional chess-based star-district-level attack and defense simulation battle held by the former Iron Warriors and the former Imperial Fists in the hall of the Twelve Temples. Of course, no one would invite the new brothers of the Black Templar Expedition to such an occasion, because they always turned the exquisite and rigorous attack and defense battles into an unreasonable single-player assault mode where they won by dice points.

High-concentration oxygen flows out from the garden processing cabin and is mixed with 78.1% nitrogen before flowing into most of the cabins in the ship. Suitable inert gases and a little ozone of suitable concentration make it refreshing and slightly bactericidal. Finally, a little pure water vapor with humidity and temperature that are very friendly to human skin and lungs is added, turning into a colorless airflow that blows into the office, gently brushing the soft hair tips of the sheepdog and the skin surface of the original body.

The person being asked this question stares back with collie’s almond eyes.

The ice blue eyes and the dark brown eyes stared at each other for a moment.

"Wait. Wait! So this is what you wanted to ask, Pepe? Hahaha, I... I remember I told you right away when I came back, right? I don't know why I was forced to work overtime in Tesaguassa for so long. I finally came back on the time and space flow caused by the Scarlet Tide under Curze's prophecy. I really want to lie down and rest comfortably..."

"Is that so?" Primarch Bian Mu narrowed his eyes. "What else do you think I want to ask you?"

"Nothing, nothing, just, it's a good thing to ask this... Is there something wrong? The matter seems to have passed, and you deliberately brought him up again?"

"Of course, if a large corporeal body of whoever he claims to be disappears from my stasis safe amid alarms and guards, shouldn't I be concerned?"

Bian Mu bared his teeth. "Many of our facilities rely on the same security measures! If I don't figure out how he disappeared or what happened, there's no way I can put this thing in the file box with a completed label!"

"Huh? Wait, I thought that no matter if it was Curze's own body or not, he... I just left him there like that, shouldn't it be like this? So I didn't mention it specifically, I thought you knew it would be like this so this is normal?"

"Of course it's not normal! This is wrong! Do you know the value of the name and existence of Conrad Coates?! He should have chosen the path he wanted! He should have left the stage of fate as he wanted! Although he might regret it the next second after he gets this choice!"

Perturabo's barking voice rose an octave, almost echoing under the dome. "Even for me and the Iron Blood now, the flow of time and space and the web of life are still extremely sophisticated things! Using a spiritual body or a thought body to jump across the Ocean of Souls or the River of Time is completely different from sending an extremely important physical body with a soul and staying at a specific point in time and space. There is a huge difference between the two concepts! Even if we are... the Primarch! We still have to follow the basic rules of this universe when doing things!!"

"What? I thought that the fact that I came to this universe and that you were in a dog's body were not based on rules. It turns out that we still follow rules?!"

"Speak for yourself," the dog replied coldly. "How can I not? Completely ignoring the rules will only make this universe become a crumpled coffee paper, which can only be thrown into the trash and destroyed. Don't you realize that even the existences named 'Chaos', their summoning rituals, the specific numbers they are given, their symbols... these are all a kind of 'rules'?"

"(Gutera swears), it's true."

"In fact, from what I've seen from the sensor records over the past period of time, as 'you' lay in the stasis field for longer and longer, the form 'he' left behind began to become more and more illusory, until one day, it disappeared directly from the stasis field, leaving only an empty container and a nameplate telling me that this was not an illusion."

"Oh." "What's worse is that, at the same time, all memories of 'him' in the entire galaxy were smoothly erased from our timeline, just like Conrad Curze always died in his burial place in the past history and never appeared on the Iron Blood, which was renamed Destiny Steel. But of course, a few people, such as me, were not greatly affected. I still remember this incident, but I don't know why I have been ignoring it unintentionally. And all the signs in your answer just now show that you also remember it very clearly - you didn't do it unintentionally, but you thought it was okay, so you ignored it, right."

The implication of Perturabo's words was clear, but what made the dog's blood pressure rise was his audience - his star of hope, his body, whose attention shifted to other places after hearing this.

"Well, I think I neglected to come back and verify this. I thought it was a good idea to leave Conrad there like this... Wait, you said you discovered it by looking back at the records, so you didn't actually check the preservation of his body at first?"

"Shut up!" Perturabo BC interrupted him impatiently. "Have you forgotten how much I have to do every day? I don't use my own body. I'm not like some people who just do a little work or go out for a trip every day. I have a lot of things to think about when I sit alone in the back. - And some people, please don't forget things casually! Because if you forget now, you will really..."

The Demon Lord suddenly closed his long furry mouth.

"Really? What?"

"...Anyway, you said you would lead us to live freely in this universe, right? Right? Then as a person who said that and a mascot, you can't just forget anything, no matter how small it is, especially if you remember something extra or something about me or all the people related to me..."

"Of course, I can lead everyone if I can... But my memory is not particularly good to begin with, and I even feel like I've become more forgetful recently. What should I do?"

"Did Magna make it so that he can eat, drink and have fun on my ship?! You called him to take notes for you! Where did Ahlin go to be lazy again?! Why do I always have to do more extra work?!" The dog cursed loudly in anger, his eyes looking at a non-existent place, "I knew it! I knew that as long as I start to treat them better, these people will start to demand more! Cautious, ignorant and cunning, but greedy! Always wanting to get more from me instead of..."

"Wait, wait, Pepe! Pepe?!" The Primarch rushed over and shook the black and white dog, which had begun to wrinkle its nose and show its canine teeth and growl. "Wake up! What's wrong with you?"

For a moment, Perturabo was so excited that he almost stretched out his teeth to bite the hand that was stretched out to him, but before he could actually bite it, he closed his mouth and turned his head to the other side.

"You scared me. Are you okay? I was the one who sent Ahlin out. Don't blame him. I'll call him back immediately if you need me..."

"…It's okay. Like I said, in order to lead us to the future we want, try to stay yourself, okay? Ramizane."

Although he didn't understand why, his body nodded, "Okay. Pepe."

It is not only Chaos and the Black Legion that are nourished by the Scarlet Path.

The Eye of Terror finally began to notice its promised yet quietly elusive prey.

(End of this chapter)