Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 398 Ancient Sage, let’s not do this kind of replica

"...Such a goal is good, really good, so it does sound tempting. Your Highness. I roughly understand that you also have a great dream. In this case, maybe there is still a possibility of reconciliation between you and His Majesty?"

"Reconciliation? Not quite. I should say that no matter whether he is or not, I am not the kind of person who would do anything to the extreme."

"Oh, you don't know, Your Highness, that your words have reduced the need for the adrenaline injected into my heart a little. - Then the question comes back to the question you didn't answer directly at the beginning: What do you think of our Majesty? Do you think he is wrong?"

"No." The man on the other side frowned, as if he was trying to organize effective sentences from the storm of knowledge and thoughts. "Alas, this is really hard to describe, ancient sage, if I had such eloquent and clear eloquence in such a short period of time, I would have followed Luo... followed some of the deeds of the state religion, and got myself a few star regions and sisterhoods just by talking!"

"——Don't mention this. It sounds like this is another incident that wasted my combat potion in vain. I might go to the library later. Just tell me about it. Maybe I can understand what you mean."

"First of all, today's 'Emperor' is the 'Emperor'. The 'Emperor' created 'Him', and also created the diversity He showed us, so we can't put all the blame on 'Him' who can't get rid of the influence of the Empire. I think that everything your Emperor has done is certainly not praiseworthy, but to say so... my gene-father is useless and unfair. In my opinion, He actually showed me another possibility - what will happen if we open up a road to an empire like His and follow it, no matter whether this road is very similar to the ancient Terra in the 1K era, but after all, he worked hard, opened it up, and walked on it. The work he has done for the benefit of mankind cannot be erased."

"That……"

"I prefer to regard the Emperor as a forerunner, a mirror for introspection, an example of what might happen if we let down our guard and become like my genetic father - what we should avoid is not making the mistakes that the Emperor made, not becoming exactly like him, and not forgetting our original wishes. In short, I will not deny all the contributions and constructions that the Empire has made for mankind. I can even admit that I once thought that this Empire was so great, so beautiful, and so worthy of being a model to be respected. But, after all, I am not on the same path as him."

"So, do you think the path you are about to take is definitely more beneficial to mankind?" A very sharp question came out naturally from the fearless loudspeaker, showing that Rilano was far superior to his peers in terms of both his intelligence and insight. At least he really thought about it and wanted to know the answer to the question. "If you can't predict the future, how can you know that this path can achieve the effect you want?"

"Well." The Primarch on the other side smiled. "I do have some scenes I've seen before that can be used as reference."

"You mean to say that you have foreseen the possible future that might result from this?"

"…At least I have a rough idea of ​​what will happen."

"What will probably happen? What kind of path will this take?"

"A path... where the Angel of Death becomes a true guardian angel, and where a quick death is no longer a better outcome for mortals. A path where warriors do not have to choose to abandon their humanity and ideals in order to become weapons in their hands."

"I see."

The Dauntless loudspeaker was silent for a long moment while Ramizar patiently waited for his answer.

"I think I am still a loyal subject of your majesty."

Mr. Carlosini's smile was a little stiff. In the next room, an uninvited audience member snorted silently and stretched out his claws toward——

"I want to confirm with you one last time. You don't want to kill His Majesty, do you?"

"I won't force this kind of thing, unlike a certain..." The Fourth Primarch's face suddenly twitched strangely, as if he remembered something difficult to talk about, "unlike some people! In short, at any time, as long as "He" does not do something too extreme, I will not do anything to the extreme."

"Then I am willing to serve you here. But I also understand the problem with my previous speech. Even though I have been in this eternal war coffin for a long time, I still cannot forget the time I spent with Your Majesty. So no matter what witchcraft or magic you have, if you want to add them to confirm my loyalty, I will now open everything I have to you." Rilano's voice was calm, "Open my sarcophagus and brain, and implant anything you want."

Ramizane raised an eyebrow in slight surprise.

"There is no such thing, Ancient Sage."

"How can you feel at ease? I hope you can feel at ease, because I will be your adviser, your chief of etiquette, your persuader, and the person who performs all the duties you want me to perform. I don't want to be put in a position where I might be suspected again."

"Trust people when you employ them, and don't employ people you don't trust. Venerable Rilano." The fourth primarch smiled, "After this conversation, I choose to trust you, and I believe you will not let me down." The Contemptor Fearless unlocked his joint locks, and solemnly used his fearless body to perform an elegant and solemn ancient court etiquette towards the new master in front of him.

"It is an ancient sign of loyalty and loyalty, my Lord. Unfortunately, I cannot kiss your hand now."

"I hereby accept your allegiance, glorious Rilano. This is a courtesy you may be able to repay with a new body someday—"

Fearless stood up with a very humanistic movement that he himself was not aware of. "It is an attractive prospect, Your Highness, but if we were to fight on the battlefield, my current body would be much more useful."

"You sound as if you think there will be a war soon."

The ancient sage shook his head solemnly. "The shadow of war will only move away, but it will never go away. I noticed that your ships are already well-equipped. I wonder when and where you will be ready to launch the attack..."

"Sufficient?" the other party asked in surprise.

"Isn't that enough, Your Highness? There are so many new models of power armor and weapons in your armory. The new vehicle list even includes motorcycles, assault boats, troop transports and large tanks all equipped with anti-gravity engines. I heard that at least two companies of composite terminator armor with better performance and more powerful energy have been produced. Those sons of Dorne who can't wait are wandering outside the armory every day, Your Highness."

"Is that enough? How can it be possible?" Ramizarn sighed and shook his head. "How can it be possible? Respectable Rilano, how many ships do we have now? How many soldiers? How many people do we need to arrange for protection and defense in such a small area? Not only can we not equip every ship and war zone on the planet with a squadron of fighters and heavy vehicles, we can't even guarantee that every tactical team will be equipped with a corresponding set of Death Slave support teams! How can this be called preparation?"

The fearless elder was speechless for a moment.

"Are you overestimating your enemies?!" He said in a loud voice. "What do you want to do by gathering so many terrible forces in a small place like a planet?!" Coming back to his senses, the chief steward of the royal court lost control of his voice for the first time in ten thousand years. "If the death slave robot you are talking about is like the one of Lord Magna..."

"Of course not that one. That Canglong Improved Robot is too outrageous. It looks like a miniature version of the Mountain Array."

Contemptor Fearless even sounded like a living being and relaxed as he exhaled.

"But I'm considering using its youth version... I mean, a low-profile version. You see, this might be helpful in terms of quantity."

"..."

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After anxiously advising his new object of loyalty not to be too afraid of the lack of firepower on their side - "You have to know that we only need to fight some aliens, aliens, and rebels... uh, they were once human beings too. We are not going to turn the stars into dust!"

The Palatine Chancellor, the glorious Ancient Sage, received the answer he wanted, politely took his leave and strode out of his new loyalist's office, walked into his own room, and summoned his servitor.

Are these mechanical servants of the Destiny Steel really still the "mechanical servants" in his concept? Ruilano no longer wants to delve into it.

He stood on the ground, waiting for the magnetic lock and fixed buckle to attract his walking feet. Bright lights came on one by one, and smaller mechanical servants surrounded him. The mechanical arms deftly removed his heavy breastplate.

"Take 'this' out of my body and put it back in my armory, in the section to be sent for destruction." The sighing voice gave the order and provided the security code.

The mechanical servants silently and quickly removed a modified huge warhead from a hidden location behind the Rilano sarcophagus.

(End of this chapter)