Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 406 On the way back to Medusa (The return of Chirp Chirp Iron Hand and Fearless Beauty Phoenix)
"Lord Commander, report to me. How long will it take us to return to Medusa?"

Sitting in the data throne on the magnificent command tower of the Rakuan Clan Hall, the alias Sobek Wayland - who openly operates among the Iron Hands clans as the Advent Saint of the Primarch Ferrus Manus - the Primarch of the Third Legion from another world line, Fulgrim Ishtar - oh, and the body he now uses in this universe is still a contribution from the Sons of Dorn - is asking for a situation report with unnecessary verbal inquiries.

Although for some reason the Iron Father would start his daily inquiries in such an inefficient but very "humane" and ritualistic way, as if he was not used to their silent and efficient data transmission method, and the term he used was the rare and retro "Lord Commander" among the Iron Hands, Malkan Ferros still stepped forward without hesitation, "The sudden strong warp storm prevented our return, my lord, otherwise we should have reached Mandeville Point in the system three days ago."

The being sitting on the data throne nodded, and then they began the routine silent but high-speed route planning calculations and information exchange on other daily affairs, all relying on the data cables plugged into the body interfaces.

——Now, even Alvian Raus, who was originally the most skeptical of this man who, although a divine soldier came from the sky to kill the demon, did not use a long-handled war hammer and a greatsword, but instead was fearless but abnormally used a light and nimble weapon like a saber to save them, could not deny that this iron father who returned to them in the body of the holy and fearless Weland was very - very "in line with their ideals", or in other words, "felt perfect".

More "perfect" than any Ferrus Manus the Iron Hands knew from historical records, fragments of datachips, and records in any archive.

The first material manifestation of this perfection was the increasingly different body of the saint of "Ferus Manus".

His body is still mostly made of metal, but no one knows how many mini motors with additional silent devices are hidden under the armor. It seems that the pistons and joints corresponding to every human muscle have been precisely copied into this huge metal body. Every time he disappears in his room and reappears, the Iron Father and the Iron Company Captains are surprised and not surprised to find that the Holy Dreadnought is becoming more like a human made of metal.

It’s not that he took the trouble to unnecessarily replace the precious and tight ancient steel with artificial flesh and blood again, but he began to forge a very different body for himself in front of them: the usually hard, solid but slightly slow and clumsy body and limbs of the Dreadnought were gradually replaced by limbs and torsos that imitated the shape of human limbs, and the mysterious and magical silver metal that originally only covered Ferrus Manus’s hands was now covering the Dreadnought’s entire body inch by inch, as if—

After careful calculations, the Iron Father and the captains held a high-speed mental meeting and believed that this was most likely due to the arrival of the Primarch's soul and essence, causing his physical body to begin to transform and evolve towards the next form of ascension. Perhaps, this was also an opportunity for all the Iron Hands, and even the Medusans.

With a secret expectation and excitement, they watched the saint "Veland", who was approaching the form of a "tall silver-skinned god-like man" every day, appear in the Hall of Conquerors of Lakuan.

And obviously, whether intentionally or unintentionally, the character of this saint who returned to his descendants also underwent certain changes.

This made Ferros, Raus and other Iron Fathers both doubtful and addicted to it like drinking fine wine. These fiercest, strongest and luckiest warriors of the clan selected from the harshest environment and the ever-dark sky of Medusa rarely had the opportunity to come into contact with the series of activities carried out by the current Gene Father in the Lakuan Clan Fortress before they were transformed, stepped into the starry sky and began their conquest of the galaxy until death or further digitization.

Including but not limited to requiring them to tirelessly dismantle, clean, dust, organize wires, add refrigerant and rearrange pipelines of all aging and dusty lines - although the saints' reason was just for better appearance and easier maintenance, the Iron Hands, who were quite grumbling about such unnecessary extra things at first, found that after they really did it, the ancient Lakuan clan fortress machine soul could make space and subspace navigation so comfortable and easy to talk to when it was happy.

Now, its dozens of engines and reactor cores no longer roar in pain and anger and devour maintenance servitors and even technical sergeants in a moody manner. Instead, they display a soft glow of good operation every day, and even take care of its drivers and maintainers enthusiastically and with spare energy. Many times, they were flattered to receive instructions from the Machine Soul of the Hall of the Lakuan Clan, and were shown a more advanced and detailed way to learn how to operate this huge mobile fortress that was built more than nine thousand years ago.

What made the Iron Hands feel something they had never felt before was the words, actions and attitude of "Ferus Manus".

The Iron Hands never knew that the words and body language of a being sealed in metal could be so humorous, soft, relaxed, tolerant, soothing and pleasant.

Every conversation with the Saint ends with one or more Iron Fathers being surprised to find that their oil circulation, electrolyte and hormone levels are in a very good range when they leave, which is usually described as cheerful and hopeful and energetic, because he always tells them that it is okay, their doubts and small mistakes and ailments are normal, they can solve the problems together, and Ferrus Manus will always stand by his children.

After the Slaanesh incident in the Gothia system and the complete corruption of the Sapphire King and Iron Father Christos, Cardan Stounus's deafening speech at the Iron Council has been engraved on steel, marble and other immortal objects, reminding the descendants of the Iron Hands at all times not to forget that they are more than just a combination of steel and machinery. The inner courage and righteous anger brought by "self" and "self-soul" are the true soul of the Iron Hands.

Even so, because Medusa has been deliberately maintaining the tradition of a divided and dangerous nomadic clan life for tens of thousands of years, the living environment has never improved for some reason, the deliberate influence of the Fallen Christos on the Chapter for centuries, and the tradition of the Iron Hands has continued for so many generations, Mars's subtle influence and substitution have long been inseparable from many clans that have lost their genetic father. The Iron Hands' understanding of life as "ordinary humans" is an important and basic starting point for this way of thinking. It can be said that...

"Almost nothing." Fulgrim Ishtar sighed in his amniotic fluid chamber. "Honestly, my friend, what were you thinking? If homes like Chagatai here really need to be maintained, then it's fine, but why not improve the living environment of Medusa and thus improve the spirit of the soldiers is really puzzling."

Garuda transmitted a series of responses in the form of binary code into the mind of the Fearless Phoenix through the link between them.

(End of this chapter)