Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 568 Conrad said, my dear little brother -
The arrival of the Cadian refugee fleet brought 30 million highly qualified soldiers, which greatly enhanced the strength and reputation of the Kalosini Dynasty in this remote sub-star region.

Although a large number of them will leave with the colonial fleet, everyone now knows that the two consuls of the Carlossini dynasty not only pretended to be pigs and ate the tiger, but also made a fortune in silence.

They have been colonizing the area around Wandering Port, so much so that the assumption that they are the united dynasty of the Forge World has once again been overturned.

They actually have more uncultivated planetary land to distribute to their subordinates!
This fact made many strange people who were still waiting and watching finally give up and start trying to find a job in the Carlosini Dynasty or even climb up -

No wonder they had been unknown before, it turned out that they were powerful enough to own a habitable planet. This meant that—

The two consuls of the Carlosini dynasty could actually grant fiefs (beneficium) in kind to their meritorious officials or favorites!

This is not something that a mere traveling merchant can get. Even if he holds a merchant order issued by His Majesty the Divine Emperor, it is still a long way from owning a habitable planet.

It is not easy to conquer, develop, maintain and defend a planet, unless you are lucky enough to encounter a planet with a pleasant climate, abundant food and water, suitable gravity, and primitive indigenous plants that do not eat humans while wandering in the universe... The probability of this happening is not much higher than a meteorite falling from the sky and killing your opponent.

What's more, the behemoth and noble city of Mountain Fortress, the patron saint of Holy Terra, came to this small border port like a feudal lord, and the Chapter Master of the Imperial Fists was almost demanding of the two archons. Even when he saw that the Imperial Fists company had changed its appearance and was working for the wandering merchants, he was not shaken. This made the officers and gentlemen in the Wandering Port more and more timid when they went out to socialize and make private contacts.

Of course, here Lysander actually already had a set of words carefully written for him by a certain Redeemer secretary and Pastor Leviven to temporarily appease Galadon and the captains.

In fact, they conspired to trick the senior officers one by one later... no, to find a suitable reason to ask them to meet with Magna Dorn in private to stabilize the morale of the army - of course, Chief Librarian Ma Song and former Chapter Master Pugh of the Dreadnaughts had already brought their own Chief Priest brothers to enter the "delicious and nutritious" box first, otherwise they would have caused a commotion in the Mountain Fortress first.

All of the above has made external forces consider more cautiously whether their actions here will lead to other unexpected consequences. At the same time, they are also increasingly curious about the relationship between the Rogue Merchant Dynasty, which is now gaining closer control over this place and making additional investments in Wandering Port, and Holy Terra and the Astartes Order - as for whether the final result of this curiosity is good or bad, no one can tell until the last moment.

At the same time as Caliss, Skarrus and other forces near the Hazy Star Region began to turn their attention to Wandering Port, the other side of the galaxy was torn in half by an invisible hand.

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"Is there still no movement from the nearest outer galaxy monitoring station?"

"No, my Lord. Everything is as usual."

"Where's the Moon of Casshorn?"

"All personnel have been secretly evacuated. Only the automatic observation station and beacon are left. An observation ship has been left in the high orbit. They will notify us if there is any movement. But there is still no movement there. My lord."

Maneus Calga had never moved back in since he gave up his bedroom, but Lord Julius was no devil and quickly chose a new residence for him, which was neither far nor close to his original bedroom, showing a sense of intimacy and privacy.

The pre-war atmosphere in Macragge has been quite strange recently. Shipping routes are loose on the outside but tight on the inside. The number of private transfers of warships has increased. The contents of large-scale private purchases are bizarre. The stored military supplies and agricultural products fill up the secret warehouses. Large numbers of residents have been temporarily relocated for various reasons...

Everything pointed to something, something big was about to happen, but even a heroic Chapter Master like Marneus Calgar had to admit privately that he was somewhat puzzled as to what kind of counterattack tactics the two Primarchs were planning.

——Now all our actions are not on any page of the Codex Astartes. This will make our warriors overwhelmed and their morale will be broken. This is very inappropriate!
Ever since a foolish young man—well, it was Cato Sicarius who shouted, Grand Duke of Tarasa and Second Captain who seemed to think his voice was quiet enough and the Primarch Saint’s hearing was not that sensitive—said this just after the meeting ended but before everyone dispersed, the captains, the Grand Librarian, the Master of Alchemy, and the Master of Forging who attended the meeting all experienced a new baptism of souls and worldviews—

At that time, the mature trumpet version of their gene father turned around with a smile, and the saint beside him, Kant Cratch, who always smiled sarcastically, almost showed his joy on his whole face. They all heard the black-haired pale young man ask their gene father saint, "My dear little brother," he said, his voice was low and soft, with a gloomy poetic tone, "It seems that your second captain seems to need some new education. This time I am happy to do it for you personally."

Although Kant Cratchit - they privately suspected that this saint who always walked like a melancholy poet in the shadows of flowers, trees and kitchen steam might be a manifestation of the original body of one of their black-armored cousins ​​who had disappeared for ten thousand years - had always been keen on agriculture, literature, shipping routes and commerce, harmless to people and animals, and even a righteous man, and would even allow the unsuspecting Macragge girl to throw flowers and fruits at him, but the tone of his voice at this moment and the expectation and something terrifying contained in it made those present who did not know what fear was feel a shivering chill from the depths of their spines.

"Why would you do that? I'll take care of it right away, don't worry." Julius replied politely, "It's just... you should have known that this is not entirely Sicarius' fault."

"Tsk." Kant Cratchit's expression suddenly became melancholy and full of class. "You are now more boring than him... than Guilliman before. Your treatment is simple, rough, and without any artistic sense. Really, little Robert, I think the Crimson Eagle incarnation of the Second Captain must be very suitable for my armchair. This can also be a small relief from my heavy work recently."

Sicarius looked at the two saints who were playing dumb in front of him in a daze. Then he found himself being lifted up by an invisible force - a powerful telekinetic psychic energy from Lord Julius - and suspended above the conference hall where they were meeting. Everyone had to look up to see him. A blue psychic array was rotating and forming in the void under his feet. The Librarian and the Chief Priest narrowed their eyes until they felt a surge of hot and pure power from it, and then they relaxed their muscles again.

"How does it feel to be looked up to and in a high position, Cato? Although theoretically it's not right to force things, I don't want to go to Mr. Cratchit's house to find you one day." The blue-eyed saint smiled and told him, "Because your current situation is rather special, I have to treat you specially. I hope this will make you learn humility instead of becoming more unconvinced."

He held up his finger.

An extremely bad feeling came to the second company commander's mind.

Then Cato Sicarius, in brilliant armor, of extraordinary appearance, arrogant but truly brave and powerful, disappeared for a second in full view of everyone.

Then when they saw him again in the next breath, a completely different Sicarius was standing there.

Although he still looked fully equipped and well-armored, he gave people the illusion that he was scarred and about to break, as if someone had broken a piece of diamond with the force of thunder and lightning and then repaired it with gold. Although he was still exquisite, he left indelible marks and could never go back to the past. However, he also looked very tough, with the temperament of a warrior who had survived thousands of battles but was still wise, like a warrior who had trudged through despair for many years and never lost the last courage and hope.

They all noticed in that second that the second company captain, who was originally in his prime, had more minor scars and wrinkles on his face and a thin stubble on his chin. His blue eyes, which were always full of anger, arrogance and critical of everyone he considered unworthy of being in the same rank with him, were now filled with confusion, surprise, vigilance, analysis and a gray haze.

Sicarius's hand was clasped tightly on the handle of his power sword in front of the Primarch's throne - implying vigilance, distrust and the desire to pull it out at any time.

But before Calgar could smooth things over, Sicarius' eyes had already taken in Julius, who was smiling at him at the top center, and the brothers in the chapter surrounding him.

Then the expression on his face visibly relaxed and his hand let go of the hilt of the sword.

"How do you feel? I have rarely done such punishments and I am inexperienced. After all, not everyone deserves such a big fight." They heard Julius ask. "If you feel something is wrong, tell me immediately."

Sicarius shook his head slowly, as if to shake some of the dust of the past off his shoulder armor. He bowed to the saint at the top with a complex tone of relief, humility, emotion and respect that they had never heard from Sicarius before, and seemed to smile, "I think it feels good, my lord. I haven't felt this good in a long time."

Tigris frowned deeply, and when he looked up, he met the puzzled and distrustful eyes of the First Captain Severus Agman. He glanced at Calga who seemed to be in deep thought, and exchanged a few glances with him: It seems that the power of the Saint Father of Genes is unfathomable. Before figuring out the matter, in order to avoid bad luck for Agman, a senior officer with a bad temper, they should take him away in time.

However, Sicarius's earth-shattering remarks afterwards plunged them into a new round of confusion: What on earth had the Primarch's Saint stuffed into Sicarius's head?
Because they heard him say, "I remember that I have a purchase bill for new weapons and equipment purchased in the name of the Chapter and a list of supplies. Perhaps you will be interested. Sir, please allow me to present it to you."

It's really a pity that these two words came out of Sicarius' mouth instead of "I, Cato Sicarius, am the most suitable person to be the chapter leader"... Wait, has Sicarius ever said this before?
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Eldar technology, modes of transportation, and other ancient arts and knowledge are incomprehensible to most of humanity.

The Eldar themselves believe as much, so the derogatory term "monkey" is almost a universal pronoun.

But even though they have much more reserves and understanding of the Warp, the Milky Way, the Webway and ancient knowledge than humans, it seems that they have no better way to use it in this era. The Harlequin Troupe may be an exception, but even for them, if they want to go deep into the ruins of the Lost Eldar Empire in the deepest part of the chaotic Webway of the Eye of Terror to seek the Sword of the Crone, the whole journey will still be full of dangers and difficulties.

Normally, the masters of the Eldar starships would not even consider approaching this place, which meant the opening of the door to endless disasters for them - but now they had a psychic protector who claimed to be stable, and Eldra Uslan and the doubtful Daughter of Shadows Ivrenne also repeatedly assured that there was no problem with the spell of this "monkey" who looked really powerful.

However, it was only after witnessing the starships of the Supreme Prophet and the Daughter of Shadows taking the lead in passing through the Eye of Terror in the psychic shroud created by Malcador that the rest of the Death Army fleet followed. They vigilantly crossed the pink and purple tides formed by desire, the bright blue and unpredictable deep sea lurking under the high waves, the void without up or down, left or right was filled with yellow mist formed by the desperate emotions of billions of souls, and the red lava reefs were scorching hot, and after coming into contact with the tides, sea water and mist, they became as sharp as knives and axes, trying to cut and bleed every living being deceived by the lava fire to get close from flesh to soul.

To the Eldar, the scariest things in the Warp are far more than that. Greedy and hungry eyes lurk in the darkness, and the sounds of claws rubbing against hooves stamping on the ground are like a lingering living nightmare behind them, trying to make every Eldar member turn their heads to take a look, just a look - but they had been warned in advance by Malcador, "In order to achieve protection, you must never turn your head."

As for what would happen if they turned around, those who could not help but turn their heads and those who heard the movement of those who turned their heads had already disappeared, and the wailing of their souls being eaten by the joyful Dark Prince like little desserts shook the nerves of every Eldar - in this regard, Malcador, as a human, was quite unaffected.

Now, the Crone World they were going to visit, the once most beautiful and glorious core of the Eldar Empire, Belia IV was already in sight, and everyone was already prepared for the battle. After isolating the demons from their influence, this powerful psychic also warned them of one thing, that they would encounter a series of enemies, and here, the most likely to appear would be their dark kin.

(End of this chapter)