Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 570 How did this matter turn into ancient Terra folklore?
"By the way, is the webway really the 'highway' that we know of?"

Ramizane asked this question from behind his desk.

Perturabo BC took the time to glance over and found that there was indeed work in front of him, but there was also an open book on his left hand side. Judging from the color of the paint smeared on the edge of the book cover and other clues, a bad premonition rose in the heart of the black and white plush tyrant.

"If it's not a road, what else could it be?" he shouted gruffly, trying desperately to signal with his eyes that Guilliman, who was sitting at the desk opposite him, should not be distracted - this was quite difficult, because they had discovered that Guilliman was best at multi-threaded advancement.

So now Guilliman is contributing his own strength to his fourth brother's great cause of rectifying the chaos (this is his personal temporary understanding): he calculates all their import and export product trade transportation arrangements and analyzes the possibility of attacks from all known opposing forces in the same period of time, as well as how much possible production capacity the armory needs to allocate to promote the manufacture of a new generation of submersibles while maintaining a safe production line, and so on. If it were placed elsewhere, it would require the simultaneous operation of hundreds or even thousands of the highest-level meditators.

"Remember, even our 'biological father', which is now becoming quite difficult to get back, had a self-righteous plan that included the construction of an additional gate and passage on Terra to connect to the Webway system, making it a new mode of transportation for the future of mankind."

"what?"

"Is that right?"

One was the voice from the Thirteenth Primarch, and the other was from Fulgrim Pallas. The young phoenix stayed here temporarily, while Fulgrim Ishtar and Ferrus Manus had returned to Medusa again - anyway, now that they had met with Ramezane and confirmed its existence (of course this was under the private operation of a certain librarian's Border Collie), they added the features of the neon lights of Wandering Port to their ship navigation, and the route from the southwestern border of the Hazy Star Region to here became easier to travel.

Malkan Ferros had led the clan fleet back and forth along this route twice, and the Iron Hands outposts and other facilities had been deployed along the route, so the two, who were not particularly far apart, set out to quell the recent frequent problems of greenskins and Eldar pirates. In addition, they obtained some complete solutions from the Iron Blood that would help to clear the remaining problems of Nurgle invasion on the surface of Medusa. So, respecting personal wishes, they left Fulgrim's clone, the young phoenix now known as Fulgrim Pallas, with Ramezane and Perturabo.

"Staying here will definitely be good for your body...health, Pallas." This is what they said before leaving, because Wandering Port obviously has much more interesting and novel things than Medusa, such as the park, stadium, arena, chess club, bar and casino (which were actually seen for the first time) and so on. Therefore, the young Phoenix did not have any crazy thoughts or other opinions about the decision of his two adoptive brothers to keep him here.

Oh, the Emperor's Children who were brought here by Angron Petra from Isstvan III have quite a few differences of opinion about this, mainly about whether this Fulgrim remembers what he did to them, and what he thinks of this and the other two Fulgrims who may still exist, but so far no one has dared to ask their very young father such questions in person - they all seem to be overthinking, except for Lucius who is still laughing and talking every day, shuttling through the streets and alleys to save damsels or cats and dogs.

His relaxation impressed his former brothers, but no one knew that it was not that Lucius was afraid or open-minded, he just didn't think about this problem at all.

Of course, there is no idleness in the system of Destiny Steel. This is a rule set by the great black and white furry demon from the beginning that even Ramy Zane has to abide by.

So now, in this beautiful but still full of documents that have been processed but not yet moved away office of the Primarch on the Iron Warriors flagship, a scene that would make any member of the Empire familiar with the history of the Horus Heresy feel insane when they walk in:
The original magnificent table in the middle of the office has been temporarily moved away, and now a comfortable big bed is placed there. An office desk that spans the bed and the equipment on it are pushed in front of the blue-eyed Primarch who is sitting on the bed. Countless cables and pipes are extending from the back of his head and the equipment on the desk, and are connected to the equipment on the desk to the left of the bed.

Sitting at the desk on the left was Perturabo BC himself. So far, he had managed to show his black-haired and brown-eyed appearance under camouflage. The Fearless Phoenix and Ferrus were considerate enough not to expose his little trick, so Guilliman was still partially kept in the dark - it was not that Fulgrim Pallas was leaked by his other self, but his new friend Magnar Dorn gave him enough hints to prepare him mentally.

As for Magna, who is very kind to every brother, why doesn't he continue to tell Guilliman this fact?

In Sigismund's words, "It would be wise, sir. I think that Guilliman's sanity has been stimulated enough recently. Although I have implanted containment measures for this lord, I think if you still have some brotherly feelings for him, try to keep him at his current level of sanity for a while longer. It will be better for his mental health to let him slowly integrate into us and then steadily accept more facts."

——And on both sides of the foot of this large bed that somewhat resembles the nursing bed version of the mechanical throne of the Great Sage, there is now a giant with a tall and noble appearance like a star.

The blond man on the left has countless dense function curves and statistical graphs overlapping to form green laurel leaves. The numbers have become concrete leaf stalks and branches, connecting the laurel wreath on his head. If people see the laurel wreath disappear, they will know that the Thirteenth Primarch is not working, and because he is processing official documents, he is not wearing the armor that was delivered to him after the in-depth academic exchanges between Sage Decima and Great Sage Kaul in the secret space of the armory, which was erased by the unspeakable battle.

The beautiful ultramarine armor was decorated with golden edges and patterns, there was a radiating iron halo behind his head, a pair of golden wings mounted on a power backpack, a power glove composite flamethrower in his left hand, his legion number was on the armor plate of his belt, and there was an Ultramarines emblem on his knees. He was very satisfied with everything except the shoulder armor which had not yet engraved his name.

At the right end of the bed, opposite Guilliman, sat Fulgrim.

The two Primarchs, who had once fought to the point of a true life-and-death feud, were now working together in a friendly manner at Perturabo's (body) bed, chatting from time to time.

Of course, the fact that Guilliman could sit in the same office with one of the most unforgettable enemies of his life so calmly was also due to the uniqueness of this handsome primarch with silver hair and purple eyes.

Compared to the Purple Phoenix that Guilliman and Perturabo were familiar with, although their faces were very similar, the one in front of them not only looked younger, but his temperament could be said to be completely different from the one they knew - the one that was very good for Guilliman's mental health.

For example, clothing preferences and some detailed habits, the Thirteenth Primarch thought so, and couldn't help but look strangely at Fulgrim Pallas, who was wearing a completely plain cotton one-piece mechanical worker's work clothes, his hair casually tied behind his head, a drawing pen in his pocket, a tape measure, a wrench and other tools favored by technical sergeants on his belt - yes, he is now the equipment maintenance and operation engineer of their Primarch's office and related lines, because his ability was found to be similar to that of repairing equipment and being able to repair and debug it to the most perfect operating state, so all the hammering work here is now given to him.

Completely different from what Guilliman thought, this Fulgrim was happy to do these seemingly "unnoble" tasks, and did not think it was a humiliation or contempt. If it was the original one, he would definitely not be so calm. "Because my job is to review, make suggestions and repair everything to perfection. What Ramizane said when he talked to me made sense. If I can't fix everything in one room, how can I prove that I can fix other things in more and larger places?" This is how he replied to Guilliman's question. Therefore, the three mortal enemies and the weak body of one Primarch now restored the former glory of this office and began to work here. According to the guards who returned to work, a month of absence feels like a long time, and this charming sense of insanity is very nostalgic.

Ramizane flipped through the new book again. "Well, your father, I mean, I remember that the Emperor did have such a big plan, and I remember someone told me why Magnus made an irreparable mistake in this matter. But I want to ask, the project your father was working on at the time... Even if there was no accident with Magnus, could it really work as he expected?"

"..."

"What I mean is that even from the perspective of a good man and son like Vulkan, the Emperor's webway construction standards can only be considered extremely crude and hasty... and, I have long had a huge question about one point here."

"What?" Although he knew he shouldn't ask, if he didn't ask, the two curious brothers next to him would obviously ask for him, so Perturabo BC continued to ask.

"Even if the Emperor envisioned it that way," Ramizarn asked seriously, "but I remember that he took this illegal device for demolishing the webway wall, which was the only one made by humans on Terra at the time, and opened it in his own heavily guarded palace, at the bottom of the Emperor's throne."

"…What happened again?"

"Then it was installed in this position... Didn't they ever think of providing this entrance and exit to the people who need it the most? It's hard to imagine that it would be used by the general public or ocean-going caravans."

The other three Primarchs in the room stared at the beaming Ramezane.

"...Or maybe he actually planned to move the throne to another location once the road was open? But I remember that the overall design of his palace did not intend to move the throne and the throne room from the beginning...But if such a convenient, safe and fast new route is not used by the people, then who will benefit from opening this new door? And if this is the case, it means that he has no intention of offending those large groups of navigator families, but the hidden words and fragments have made them have the possibility of wild speculation. Look, even the one on the moon..."

"Alright, alright." Perturabo BC, who was the first to react, interrupted his increasingly animated conversation and nervously glanced at his two brothers who were listening with gusto and frowning. "We are not here to tell stories. Why do you think the Webway is not a highway?"

"Oh, yes, because, you see," he said with an excited expression, "there are cities at the intersections of the webways. We can even build a giant settlement like Commorras that uses a hanging star as its sun."

"Yes, so what? Doesn't this show how powerful those pointy-eared people were in ancient times and how corrupt they are now? Besides, the city is located at the intersection of roads. Although not every city is like this, it is not uncommon."

"That's not right! We usually see this kind of situation in small ancient towns, mostly single-function trade routes." Ramizarn shook his finger. "Of course, ordinary ancient roads with entrances and exits on all four sides are fine, but it's called a highway! Generally speaking, this kind of building built in the middle of many highways and multi-story viaducts is called a nail..."

“Lami Zane.” Under the camouflage, the dog licked his nose nervously. From the perspective of others, it looked like Perturabo licked his lips. “Hmm, did you forget something?”

"What?" The other party's attention was indeed attracted, and a flash of panic showed that he must have felt guilty for forgetting to fulfill his promises many times.

"It's the end of the year now." Having regained the initiative, Perturabo BC calmly typed a few lines to tell the other two brothers that they would go to the cafeteria next.

"what?"

"It's the end of the year, Ramizane. Today is December 12st."

"[Gutai swearing]! Why didn't you say so earlier! Fortunately you reminded me, Pepepo... Perturabo! Let's go to the cafeteria and make dumplings together! You guys can come too! - Ouch!"

"What's JIAO-ZI-?" The other two Primarchs unplugged the connector in tacit understanding. Guilliman stepped forward to help up his brother who had not yet fully recovered from his sprained arm. Fulgrim Pallas pushed his anti-gravity hover chair over.

"Hey! That's a pretty ancient Terran folk custom, it can be traced back to 40,000 years ago..."

They opened the door of the office, and the guards in silver power armor saluted them, listening to their Primarch's excited voice chattering away.

(End of this chapter)