Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 399 The Universe is in tatters
The people in the next room had listened to the conversation for a long time with the help of some 'gadgets' installed by Perturabo, and finally started talking out loud after Raylano left and Ramizane began to deal with the huge work file that was suddenly sent to him.

“You knew that?” Malcador looked at Angron.

The latter shrugged.

"Here we go again, Mr. Former Regent. You always subconsciously ignore it - even if it was almost never discovered during the most unforgettable era you have ever experienced, you should not forget that the main aspect of my talent is to understand people's hearts and perceive the mind. To become an excellent psychic doctor, the prerequisite is to explore the mind in detail."

"Therefore, your attitude and acceptance have been very good since the first moment you met him. It's not just because of your teacher, you have already sensed some things without making a sound." Although the content of his question was questionable, the former prime minister did not use a questioning tone.

"Indeed. Besides, you know, I have had a very good father since I was a child." Angron Petra smoothed his sand-red woolen battle robe and answered irrelevantly. "He even taught me why I didn't need to resent my gene father and some other people."

"He said that the reason why the 'Emperor' presents the various characteristics we know varies from person to person, because he is the 'Empire', and the perception of the 'Empire' affects his appearance. What do you think?"

"If you ask me, as the 'heart's desire', I have only one answer. I think there is nothing wrong with the concept given by Ramizane. - Although, if I must say, due to the darkness of the Old Night and the various wars and turmoil before, most worlds have degenerated into feudal, barbaric, slave or death worlds. Only a few can maintain the same level of technological advancement after the storm. Therefore, our 'father' was influenced by the feudal and barbaric worlds that made up the empire. As a result, while he has the technology to fly to the stars, he often looks and thinks in the medieval style. It's quite reasonable, isn't it?"

"Is this what you sensed in him? So you gave that old Emperor's Children soldier a little push. If the Emperor is the Empire, and the Empire feeds the Emperor," Malcador watched the black and white dog's every move, "then what is this thing that is more human than human, just across the wall from us?"

Perturabo smiled.

"Something that transcends the boundaries of the land, transcends time and space, exists forever in the hearts of humans, encompasses all gods, and gives things a completely new concept. The one you chose was killed by his cousin, and the youngest son who witnessed everything built a new empire on his corpse. Your biggest problem is that you didn't find the only one among the rest that didn't die, but chose the youngest son of the murdered person who you are more familiar with and closer to. Young sons are always easier to shape, no wonder you have such an idea."

The resurrected immortal with the appearance of an old man was speechless for a moment, and Angron Petra calmly drank the salty Poria cocos milk tea that Ramizarn had recently made for him.

"It turns out to be... more than I initially thought..." he said with difficulty.

"Ah, you always think highly of yourself and look down on others, Malcador. As I said, conspiracy is necessary, but conspiracy cannot be used as the main beam of the house. - I should go see Ramezane."

The dog left the room, leaving Malcador in thought and Angron in leisure.

"I'll keep an eye on you." The latter put down the teacup, his bright golden eyes staring at the old man in green robe.

"I don't know what you're talking about." The former regent came back to his senses from his thoughts and remained calm.

"It doesn't matter. You and I both know what you are. Although you are indeed indispensable to the establishment of the new dream land, you must remember that I will keep a close eye on you this time."

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"Congratulations, you just delivered a very fine sophistry." Perturabo entered the office through a side door. "I applaud you, Ramezane, you scared the poor old Emperor's child half to death. His two broken hearts nearly stopped several times, and it was only thanks to his armored resuscitation and built-in pacemaker that he was able to get his heart pumping."

"Sophistry?" Ramizane took a sip of the warm coffee on the table. He had designed this heating coaster based on the one in Gutera's house.

"Who said I was being sophistry?"

"Why," the dog's eyes searched for some sign, "do you really think so?"

"I have more ideas that I haven't told him yet."

"for example?"

"For example, Machado should bear a large part of the responsibility."

"Oh?" "He injected the concept of the 'Empire' into the man at the beginning and tried his best for it, but he was obviously good at establishing a Ministry of the Interior and a Military Intelligence Department, but not how to establish and help establish a unified country... Well, in the end, he did create an 'Emperor of the Empire'. But obviously, in the end he himself was devoured by the 'Empire' and became an imperial hero, or in other words, the food of the 'Empire', but at least he died with a clear mind."

"That's true."

"For example, what I just said wasn't entirely false. So you can't accuse me of sophistry."

The dog froze. Then he growled angrily.

"What?! Are you really going to save that hopeless old skeleton?! It's better to let that kind of thing be slowly abandoned by the advancing times and decay in the dust of history!"

"But those souls and people of the Empire who believed in him and came to him were indeed innocent. What did they do wrong? To be honest, there are obviously still 'righteous' people in this universe - it is precisely because of the existence of those heroic Astartes and mortals that I feel that we can't just send a huge flood to rebuild this place, right? These lively, colorful people who strive to survive and hold hope are the real doers who saved this universe! Well, although in this regard, your genetic father did at least erect an ideal star torch, which is indeed useful for a period of time and is better than the original one that was useless..."

Ramizarn thought for a while, "Perhaps it makes sense to sympathize with the 'Emperor', but sympathizing with him is just sympathizing with one person... I sympathize with more people, billions of people minus one person... I sympathize with a larger number of people. We will save those who can be saved, and we will unite with those who can be united. As long as he is willing to stand on our side, it is never too late..."

"This is weakness..."

There was the knock of a staff against the door of the next room, and Malcador entered and asked a question, interrupting Perturabo's roar.

"So you are giving everything the concept of 'your eyes'. That's good. Once we have some basic concepts, it becomes very clear what we are going to do. The fog on the road has been dispersed. There are no coincidences in this universe, so I will ask my questions more carefully. I think my first question today is, what do you think of the state religion and Lorgar Aurelion?"

"Powerful. Both. And there is no doubt that as the Ecclesiarchy grows in power across the Empire, Lorgar Aurelion will become more powerful even if he does nothing."

"Because essentially he...?"

"Because it was actually him." The soul carried by Perturabo replied, "The process of the Emperor forcing Lorgar and the Word Bearers to submit in the City of Perfection is a typical example of the monarchy being dissatisfied with the visible development of the church and the possible threat to the monarchy, so it suppresses them in advance and takes away their right to speak, and then demands that the church obey its own behavior. Otherwise, why would there be the Episcopal Church in Ancient Terra? The struggle between a king or emperor and the Pope for the right to shepherd and everything that the sheep themselves can provide is nothing new."

"Like you just said." He shrugged, "I have my own opinions on many things here, and I will use my own words to give them new concepts. In my eyes, this place is full of dangers, but I have my own different perspective."

"Your will. So - what is Perturabo to you?"

The sheepdog growled dangerously, and Angron stood up, slowly placing his hand on the hilt of the short sword he carried.

"Technology. The secrets of all technology in the entire universe. The Emperor did not need to understand it when he created him. He only needed to wait for his son to grow up slowly. The concepts he gave him would naturally make him the best integrator of technological information in the entire universe... It's a beautiful thought, but how could such a beautiful and powerful wisdom not be coveted? Even an illiterate shepherd can see at a glance the value of Perturabo to any human being. Whoever gets him will almost have the ability to make half of his wishes come true, which caused him to suffer a lot of painful things, because technology was originally created to benefit mankind and ultimately for a future of peace and human happiness. However, those who got him only took pride in exploiting technology for the development of war."

"But this kind of thing won't happen again now." The person on the other side replied calmly, "Science and technology can only be mastered by civilization."

"And he will always be my favorite little dog."

The two people opposite had complex expressions on their faces, including "I knew it would be like this", "This is okay", and "My brother has made such a great sacrifice".

The man simply held out his hand toward his furry black and white dog.

——I touched the soft, warm fur in my palm.

"That's good. With him around, there's nothing to worry about. The puppy can always mend the tattered universe."

(End of this chapter)