Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 595: I Will Obtain the Blessing of Slaanesh
The Primarch's body, forged by lost genetic engineering and the arts of the Old Night, was a miracle of such glory and such greatness.

When he waved in any direction, the soldiers and ordinary people in that direction would immediately push out a higher wave of sound from the already thunderous cheers.

The people who have been struggling for so long in this crisis-ridden and precarious universe sincerely hope for a savior and their primitive desire to seek something different from before are now clearly reflected in their cries and flushed cheeks.

At this moment, the emotional waves of millions of human souls gathered in the world were so intense and sincere that even though they came from a purely positive emotion, they also caused astonishing visions in the warp space.

A bright column of light that pierced the sky and the earth shone from reality into the chaotic and dark space, like a huge sword of light, causing the vast majority of the natives of the Warp to howl in pain or stay away from this place in disgust.

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"Like I said, how can we just focus on the impact of the Great Rift on the real world?"

Iron… In the office of the Destiny Steel, someone put a book aside and yawned, "Has no one ever thought that this also means that it will become easier for the real world to affect the subspace? Although I haven't heard of such a report, the galaxy is so big, and now the space-time is so broken, something like this will always happen, don't you think, Pepe?"

Perturabo BC grumbled something indistinct from the depths of his throat, but his eyes were fixed intently on the mysterious report curve that was constantly rising and falling.

Guilliman had made up his mind to rush to Macragge and would never change his mind, but the Enterprise had not yet set off from the other side of the galaxy. It was relatively reliable to take the route from the Calixis Sector at the usual speed, but the time it would take was unacceptable to the Thirteenth Primarch. After listening to the report from Varro Diglis, he decided to return to Macragge immediately as quickly as possible.

Roboute Guilliman felt as though he were sinking into an icy cave at the thought of the loathsome face of Konrad Curze, grinning as he sat on his throne in Hera's Fortress, with his alleged accomplices being a god-worshipping Astartes priest under his fourth brother, and the wily bureaucrat Malcador, who had imprisoned his most able and loyal sons and ruled over his innocent and unsuspecting people.

Although under the persuasion of Perturabo BC and the assurance of Ramizane he could only choose to believe that their priest could handle it, and it was also inconvenient to severely punish the Chief Librarian who was obviously on the verge of collapse but seemed normal, he also stated that he could not stay here for a moment and must immediately set off to return to Macragge, which was in urgent need of his rescue, and deliver an extreme blow to the enthusiastic citizen Ko.

But bad news comes one after another.

First, Mr. Ramizane racked his brains and dug out the name of the Jericho Abyss Stargate from his memory. He suggested that the Thirteenth Primarch could try this route, and believed that this move could kill two birds with one stone. If this fast passage from the "Big Mouth" warp storm between the Kronus Expanse and the Calixis Sector to the Far East Sector was opened, wouldn't it be equivalent to creating a new fast corridor that bypassed the Great Rift and the Webway? The benefits and advantages in all aspects are imaginable.

Then he was told by others that this trade route, which he thought was extremely valuable, had been discovered in the Caliss star region more than two hundred years ago.

This may have frustrated Mr. Ramizane, who held several positions, for a second, but he immediately cheered up - he sat up from the pillow - "Isn't that better?! If I remember correctly, as long as we reach the star gate and go directly through it, it will only take a few seconds before we reach the border of the Far East Star Region! And if I remember correctly, that place is very close to the world circle of Tau's home, which means it is also very close to the 500th world of Ultramar!"

"The location of the Jericho Star Gate 'now' has not yet been determined." This was a depressing conclusion drawn from conversations between the Imperial Navy at Wandering Port and the Rogue Traders heading to the craziest areas outside of the landing port.

"Ever since the Great Rift blew some evil winds from our southeast, this door, which was not easy to find, seems to have disappeared from the usual visible spectrum. But now because of our venerable Holy Torch and Holy Communion Hot Water, everyone is braver than usual."

The one who said this was a wandering merchant who had just returned from the port through the giant mouth. "The people on the ship are all experienced sailors... We thought about getting closer to the place according to our memory to see what happened. Guess what, the things we threw over did disappear, but we found that if we didn't aim at the right direction, the extremely powerful void shield on the surface of that thing - or something similar, wow! It would directly cut anything thrown over or leave only half of it here! The key is that we all remember that this thing has a large diameter and can pass through a large navy ship. We can't see if it will turn around or hit us, so we were scared and immediately drove the ship back 500 nautical miles..."

After having Tarvitz, who had questioned him, pay the Rogue Trader who had the audacity to bring back the news a reward that made him smile and sent him away, a meeting was held in the Chapter Master's office.

The meeting included (both parts of) Perturabo, (the clone of) Fulgrim, (the chip personality of) Rogal Dorn, and Roboute Guilliman himself, to discuss how and to what extent measures could be taken to return Guilliman to Macragge in a time that was currently impossible.

At the beginning of the meeting, the Thirteenth Primarch sat in his seat, looked up at the brothers' clear and handsome faces in the room, which were far better than the ones in his memory (? ) and he couldn't help but touch his cheek secretly - had he been too obsessed with paperwork recently?

"The most useful Jericho Abyss Star Gate is no longer usable." Ramizarn was still worried, "Otherwise we could drive through and get to the other end directly, and then we could send Robert directly to Macragge, and it wouldn't take us long to get back here."

Perturabo BC glanced at his blue-eyed shell with the brown eyes of his humanoid camouflage appearance, "Even if it were better, I would not suggest it, because I have remembered and found the relevant data." He turned his face to Guilliman, who was listening carefully to this cosmic wonder that he discovered thousands of years after he was put into stasis.

"From a cosmic perspective, a ship passing through the Jericho Star Gate in the Maw Storm can indeed reach a place very close to Ultramar in the Far East Star Region immediately and painlessly...but." He raised his voice a little so that everyone could listen carefully to his next words, "First of all, it can only come out from the Jericho Border Region. This damn place is extremely close to Ultramar, but in fact it has been separated from the actual control area of ​​the Empire by the storm for thousands of years. According to records, the astropathic communications they sent out may take up to five years to be received by the Imperial Department. In other words..."

"Oh, stop talking. I get it." Ramizarn interrupted Perturabo BC's introduction in a sullen tone. "So this place is another one of those damned 'although it's right next door, you have to walk a long way to get there, which is perfect for some restricted operations and Les Miserables' kind of places. Or, to put it simply, it's a war zone that is isolated by environmental conditions. Who is it tailor-made for?"

"Death Watch," Magnar Dorn said. "Well... don't look at me like that, because there are quite a lot of Sons of Dorn in Death Watch. Members of the Black Templars and the Imperial Fists have brought me a lot of relevant information, but Uncle Robert... I mean Robert... probably doesn't know much about this department. In short, it is a special mixed regiment. It does not have a fixed and dedicated genetic bloodline source. It is mainly composed of members sent to them by various regiments that respond to the call. This is regarded as an honor. Of course, it may also be very suitable for dealing with some troublemakers. Secondly, their combat targets and strategies are almost entirely against aliens. Those members who can complete their service period in Death Watch and return to their own regiments will be considered masters of combat against aliens."

The Thirteenth Primarch nodded, thanking his little brother for the introduction, and at the same time stroked his chin with a slightly haggard look - did he really look old? This shouldn't be the case.

"Then why don't we call Ivrenee and the old prophet here in the name of a certain Primarch? After all, it's not that difficult to find a few spies from the Ark Eldar pirates in Wandering Port. I believe the Honor Guards in the restaurant know very well which fish are in the net... As for in whose name to send the invitation," Ramizane said this while his eyes rolled around Guilliman's agile body, "perhaps we can trouble..."

"It is impossible, there is no maybe, it will never happen." The Thirteenth Primarch alertly extinguished any signs of the prophecy coming true in advance.

"Then we can only... maybe..." The closed-door meeting lasted for three hours. After consuming two barrels of Reka coffee, a barrel of lemonade, two dozen baked blueberry pies and a whole box of mixed berry purple pudding, they came to the conclusion that -

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The beam of light on Macragge, which "burned" the positive emotions of the warp like a copper pillar, shone all the way to the center of the territory of the four gods, and evenly created a nasty mark on the territory of each dark god. It was not fatal and not very dangerous, but it was eye-catching and unpleasant, just like you suddenly found a small hole in your clothes burned by a cigarette butt.

— but it was offensive enough.

The blood-red muscular figure on the brass throne that blocked out the sun angrily waved his hand to smash the sacrificial skulls piled up beside the throne. This action caused a dull pain in the wound he had sustained when he wrestled with a cold figure. The Blood God's believers from 888 worlds received the god's wrath, and roared to the sky with their mouths wide open, saliva mixed with blood dripping from their canine teeth and throats, and they rushed towards each other frantically, waving their weapons - they would seize each other's skulls to please the Blood God.

The friendly work competition in the quiet and vibrant garden continued. The kind grandfather looked at the united and friendly work atmosphere from the window of his little house with satisfaction. But at a certain moment, he seemed to feel that someone's diligent figure was missing here? But it didn't matter. Everything just needed to remain rotten. This small hole would soon be filled by shrubs and trees transformed from vibrant fungal blankets and living corpses. The kind father turned back to his soup pot and carefully looked at the proportion of the next portion of thick soup that he would feed to dear Isa while it was still hot.

The Crystal Maze was filled with panic masked by laughter. It was now too broken to the point that incredible and non-existent colorful lights and out-of-control space-time energy radiated from the already fragmented and improvised deformed corridors, mazes, corners and dead ends in a more frantic and disordered manner. Although this was a very interesting and vibrant sense of the unknown for the great and unparalleled Lord of Wisdom and the King of Conspiracy, it was a bit difficult for all the low-level demons and demon lords who served the Impossible Tower where the God of Wisdom was located. Except for those pink-blue demons who were forever trapped in the Crystal Maze and were busy taking care of endless thoughts, ideas, conspiracies and knowledge inside, most of the big demons, including Carlos, had found a suitable excuse to temporarily leave here with the world.

In the Silver Palace of Six Rings, the dancers were asked to step aside to dance today. The demon prince favored by Slaanesh attended the event in full attire today, with oil paint covering his naked upper body, and exquisite and intricate tattoos surrounding his round buttocks, which had recently shed the annoying gem scales, becoming increasingly smooth and charming with a pearly luster. His favorite concubine, Enkali, transformed into an appearance that he would only become when he lacked restraint. She was entangled with him on the throne bed behind the gauze curtains, waiting for the unforgettable and frantic joyful sounds to be emitted from this increasingly perfect four-handed body at the banquet. As for the burned areas, naturally someone would fill them with more and more slaves' pain and despair, and presumably a batch of uniquely flavored fine wines would be fermented in the process.

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The great sacred parade on Macragge continues.

Governor Belinus walked up to the Primarch, who waved his hands around him. There was no response for a long time, which made the Governor's stomach and heart feel clenched and suspended.

Fortunately, after giving the most appropriate smile and body language to another round of passing chapter scions, he heard the Primarch's orders as if from nature.

"Lift your head and present your gift, Governor Belinus Cimberinus."

The fact that his name could be called accurately did not arouse any surprise or emotion in the governor's heart. On the contrary, the seeds of resentment took root and sprouted wildly at this moment, and grew into towering trees. The last trace of guilt and uneasiness also faded from the governor's soul, and a flattering smile appeared on his old face.

"This crown is made of gold donated by the people, and polished by the most pious girls and boys in the state religion until it shines. It was finally completed after twelve days and nights of consecration and anointing. The position generator is cleverly placed inside. This gift shows our admiration for you and our joy for your return. Please wear it for the people of Macragge, my lord."

The Primarch's blue eyes swept across the laurel wreath intricately carved from pure gold, and then glanced at the Governor and the state church members and bureaucrats who were craning their necks to look at him eagerly in the distance.

He nodded and reached out to pick up the laurel wreath from the velvet cushion of the gift box.

Belinus held his breath.

"Robert Guilliman" is about to put it on his forehead——

Suddenly, the space was torn apart. Before the smell of ozone and the crackling sound spread, an equally tall figure stepped out of the space and anxiously grabbed the Primarch's wrist.

"Be careful! This is a dark thing, you can't wear it!"

"...You are... Damn it! How can you... No! I have to wear it!"

"This is supposed to be mine, let me wear it!"

"No, no, it would be better for me to bear this 'blessing' first and then return it to you at the right opportunity..."

Seeing the two Ultramarines Gene-Masters, the God-Emperor's own sons, the loyal Primarchs, Robert Guilliman, who were almost identical in appearance and armor, vying to wear the crown filled with the power of Slaanesh's blessing on their heads.

At that moment, Belinus Cymbaline began to have a devastating shaken attitude towards everything he believed in.

The Demon Lord, who was watching all this through the Governor's eyes, dropped the wine glass in his hand and stood up.

"What is this?!" Fulgrim shouted. "Two Guillimans?! One is enough to make the universe boring! Two! What is going on?! Is this my youngest brother in disguise?!"

(End of this chapter)