Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 596 If you don't take this blessing, you will be forced to...ah!!! -
Some people may wonder why the Black Legion ignored the Grey Knights' prophet and chief think-library Digris's accurate predictive talent without any warning, and suddenly appeared in large numbers on planets in the Macragge system, rendering the most affluent and well-ordered orbital fortresses and air defenses in the galaxy useless, and deployed hundreds of Chaos Terminators and more demons into the Temple of Rectification. But at least they can explain it with the phrase "the undecided Warp plus the blessing of the Four Gods".

Then why is Robert Guilliman jumping into the face at this moment, which is completely different from his usual strategic habit of developing steadily first and then pushing forward, and is anxiously snatching the Blessing of Slaanesh from his nephew to wear on his forehead?
Here, we have to turn the camera back to the series of operations that sent the eager and anxious Robert Guilliman directly from the other end of the galaxy diagonal to outside the Macragge system.

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When the types of food in the closed-door meeting began to gradually shift from desserts and drinks to Fulgrim Pallas began to quietly send a short message to Magna Dorn on the communication channel: "What are you eating for dinner? Potato stewed with ant beef or apple roasted dinosaur legs?" He accidentally pressed the button to send a group message. When the number of proposals proposed and rejected in this meeting increased to 121, Mr. Ramizarn finally couldn't help but speak up.

"Hey guys! Can we please come up with something more common sense and modern instead of some fantasy antique idea from the Middle Ages and World War I like launching a crusade and sending him there?!"

Then, at his irresistible reminder, the dignitaries who were in a hurry to go to work or have dinner finally remembered that in this remote place, in addition to the Iron Blood which was inconvenient to leave at this time, there was also a super mobile fortress parked outside the port for use - uh, that's not accurate either. The correct statement should be as follows.

Danat Lysander, the successor of the respectable Guardian of Terra, a brave and great warrior, the current acting Chapter Master of the Imperial Fists, the current nominal Supreme Commander of the Phalanx Fortress, the Iron-Silver Skull Chapter Champion who receives two salaries to support Shantuo, out of respect for the strong support of the Kalosini Dynasty of Wandering Port during the Battle of Cadia, the Archon and others after the Battle of Cadia, in view of the good and in-depth cooperative relationship that has been established between the two sides for some time, although not for a long time, as well as the beautiful vision of further deepening exchanges and cooperation in the future - is willing to first express a cooperation proposal. The Phalanx belonging to the Imperial Fists Chapter will accept the delegation of the Wandering Port expedition on board, and hopes that this will further consolidate and carry forward the friendly relations between the two sides and add new impetus to the cooperation between the two sides in related fields.

The Kalosini Dynasty pointed out in its reply that they are very grateful for the cooperation proposal from the Imperial Fists and are deeply honored by it. They believe that this move will not only meet the special needs of both parties, but will also bring more long-term benefits to both parties. They will board the ship soon and look forward to discussing the specific details of the cooperation with the noble Astartes monks of the Imperial Fists to ensure that this cooperation can proceed smoothly and achieve the expected results.

Thus, nearly nine thousand years after losing its master and Primarch, the Phalanx finally welcomed the visit of a Primarch once again - of course, those who knew this secret were still limited to the high-ranking members of the Chapter, and the team under the name of "investigation team" was naturally carried in quietly at night in a sedan chair - no, they sat in the destroyer sent from Destiny Steel the entire time until they walked out of the hangar of the Phalanx.

The personal attitude of the Mountain Array Machine Soul towards this was basically lukewarm, maintaining an appropriate level of enthusiasm, which did not make its maintenance priests and technical sergeant brothers feel that there was anything particularly wrong.

Not to mention how secretly disappointed Lysander and Shantau were for having to return to the mess hall of the Fatesteel, which they had dreamed of thousands of times, just after just a few days - the former felt that he had let down the trust of his brothers in the chapter and the old commander because he had not been able to meet Lord Magnar Dorn more often and failed to "invite" him to take charge on the Phalanx, while the latter had to put on the linen shackles and ascetic uniform again - well, it seemed that he didn't feel disappointed for too long.

But at least this time, if the Imperial Fists and their successor chapters intend to clean and maintain the Phalanx, they will have an extra group of helpers: Lord Sigismund, using the alias Whitetris, as a living fossil of the Phalanx map and a member of the guards who escorted the Primarch together, led a group of Emperor Champions (...) to the fortress of the parent chapter that he was once so familiar with after 9,000 years, and also galloped across the starry sea as the chief of a Primarch's guards again after 9,000 years.

Therefore, from this perspective, there is nothing wrong with the official announcement. It is said that after Sir Sigismund inspected various places on the Phalanx, including the bridge command room, he expressed his feelings, which may include "Well, don't be discouraged, brother. Although you have been trying to kill the Phalanx in the wrong direction of repair, it is good enough to let it survive until the 42nd millennium."

In short, after the arrival of Belisarius Cawl's Mechanical Ark Explorer King, the speed of repairing or dismantling the Phalanx's shield generator, main reactor, and mysterious subspace engine that came from ancient technology, as well as related equipment that were connected to it one by one by countless generations of repairmen over the past thousands of years, was greatly improved.

In view of this, Sage Decima, who had become a mortal enemy of Great Sage Kaul in all aspects of academics, was not to be outdone and let everyone see what kind of treasure was in the outrageous space-folding armory of the Destiny Steel. He sent out his own Galaise-type self-sustaining war ark "Pandora's Box" from it to try to show off his skills and inflict an effective dimensionality reduction attack on his opponent with whom he had academic differences both physically and mentally.

However, the latter's appearance triggered shrill alarms in more than 90% of the ships in the entire Wandering Port (the other 10% were because they were not equipped with alarms or exceeded the upper limit) and caused great panic among the machine spirits. They were anxiously requested to return to the armory and wait because they were carrying a large amount of extermination and eradication weapons with energy radiation exceeding the upper limit of the alarm range.

All in all, in a busy, happy and enthusiastic working atmosphere that allowed the workers of Wandering Port and the surrounding first and third industry service personnel and their families to use their work wages to buy enough fresh food and groceries and have a good Emperor's Ascension Day, the Phalanx was repaired to the extent that it could be repaired and was ready to set off.

He will use his legendary warp engine, which cannot be replicated or manufactured with existing Imperial technology, to safely and quickly send Robert Guilliman and his entourage to the outside of the Macragge system. Then the destroyer they are on will pretend to appear normally at Mandeville Point and enter Macragge with the Silver Skull code. In this way, it should not attract any attention. As long as they can safely reach his loyal Hera Fortress, Guilliman is confident that he can handle everything that will happen.

What's more, he was not going alone this time. He was accompanied by Chief Think Tank Digris, White Knight Sigismund, and the Emperor's Champions... Although due to sensitivity, the Phalanx could not directly break into the sky above Macragge, it would definitely not happen again that one person would break in alone with his courage.

However, when they were having lunch together on the Phalanx after their departure, the Iron Warrior who always smiled and made people feel relaxed beside Lysander asked a question, which made Robert Guilliman do something that he didn't know whether he should be thankful or regretful for afterwards.

"It is like this," said the warsmith named Shanto. It was said that because of his surrender on Terra and the requirement to repent and atone for his sins, he did not wear power armor, but dressed as an ascetic. However, there was no one else in the hall, so he sat at the dining table openly, eating and talking normally like everyone else. His face changed from being pious and calm when there were many people around to a joyful smile. But for some reason, when the warsmith looked at Lysander with joyful eyes, Guilliman felt an inexplicable chill in his heart. "My lord, I heard that Macragge is now governed by the priest brother I know and the Primarch of the Night Lords."

"I am not sure if the word 'govern' applies to the brother I know of." Guilliman frowned worriedly, "but your information is generally correct."

"Well then." Shanto stirred the yellow-white semi-fluid oatmeal porridge with ceramic steel powder in front of him and asked his own question. When he asked it, a dull "tsk" seemed to pass through the souls of all the Eldar. "Sir, the Lord of the Midnight Lords is very good at prophecy. How do you fight against this? Suppose he can predict your entire plan? Use prophecy to fight prophecy?"

The people sitting at the table stopped what they were doing and stared at him.

Finally, the Chief Librarian broke the silence and expressed his hope to use the most suitable meditation room on the Phalanx to hold a serious prophecy ceremony regarding the Primarch's visit.

This action had produced a predicted result that no one had expected, and was the reason why Robert Guilliman was so anxious that he even secretly used the unused potion he had obtained from Honso, used his powerful computing power, and took the lead in breaking through the dimension of reality to appear at this moment and intercept the crown full of Slaanesh's blessing.

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Fulgrim's plump, sleek, chromatic tail flapped back and forth on the palace floor in annoyance, the sharp chitinous pincers at the end making snapping sounds. "What's going on?! Two Guillimans?!" he said, "And why is neither of them throwing away the crown, but wearing it? Hmm... Anyway." He looked at the scene in front of him through the wide eyes of Governor Belinus, trying to find all the differences between the two almost identical bodies.

"It doesn't matter. As long as the victorious one wears it and begins to accept the wonderful illusions within, the fact of victory will accelerate the blessing of this crown. He will indulge in it and become my slave, the most delicious new tribute I offer to the Prince of Darkness... Maybe we can have a good and in-depth discussion afterwards, right? Enkali."

The Great Secret Keeper who was called twisted his fat and deformed snake body and swam in front of the Demon Prince. He placed his palm on his smooth, bare chest that shone with charming pearls and gem powder. "You are right, but if you ask me, your brother is definitely not as good as you, my king. You are so perfect and powerful."

When Fulgrim turned his gaze back again, he was annoyed to find that because of the pulling and switching of positions between the two sides, the two Guillimans were almost stuck together. At this moment, the two faces were exactly the same, like mirrors, and seemed to become even more difficult to distinguish. Even the green laurel wreaths on their heads that were originally different began to become very similar.

"Is this Alpha's action?! What on earth is Hydra planning?! They must be punished for disrupting my grand drama!"

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At the military parade, the stunned officials and citizens were separated by Malcador and Ahriman, who had arrived at the venue at some point in time. The two super-alpha psychics revealed the tip of the iceberg of their true faces, and the flow of time and space around the two wrestling giants was slowed down for several seconds by the powerful force. From the inside, the movements of all the people outside seemed to be moving in super slow motion, and the people outside could not actually see clearly what was happening inside at that moment.

"I said, 'Robert,' give me the crown and I will wear it and complete the rest of the ceremony."

Guilliman was surprised at the degree of similarity between the other party and himself, and the strange power of simulating this body - this made him feel deeply fearful for the first time, because he knew very well how difficult it was for him and his brothers to imitate - why could an Astartes priest simulate such a being? If this ability can be learned, or can be obtained by other means -

Even as he couldn't help but start to think of other frightening aspects, he was still trying to convince the other party, and used the second letter of the other party's name to deliberately hint that he already knew his identity.

There was indeed a hint of surprise in the other party's eyes, but he had no intention of letting go. "Look at this crown. It seems to be carved from ordinary gold, but it was completely unscathed during our fight. There is not even a sign of deformation. Don't you understand how powerful this dark curse is? This is a terrifying weapon designed by Fulgrim, but it actually contains the real power of the Lady of Thirst. You... considering the current situation, you don't need it yet."

“I know,” Guilliman whispered through his teeth, so that only the two of them could hear. “But my Chief Librarian has repeated the prophecy many times, his temples are white, his life force burns painfully, but it has not changed the result of the prophecy.”

He paused, and told Julius the content of the prophecy in a smaller voice. Taking advantage of the latter's surprise, he snatched the laurel wreath and placed it on his own head.

In an instant, the magnificent picture unfolded before his eyes. He saw that he had successfully regrouped and was invincible. This time, neither Curze nor his other brothers could stop his rise. The Five Hundred Worlds became the starting point of his new Great Crusade. Macragge's Blue Legion swept across the galaxy. The heretics and demons trembled and pissed themselves under his deterrence and power, and could only flee to the darkest and smallest corners to survive. Under his administration and orders, the Human Empire prospered, and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment. There was no other reward for such a revival, even the one on the Golden Throne -

When Guilliman saw what suddenly appeared on the Golden Throne, he let out a panicked and sharp cry, grabbed the golden crown on his head in a violent stand, and threw it to the ground.

The flow of time also returned to normal at this time because the spell had lost its effect. People only saw the laurel crown being thrown to the ground in the moment of passing each other. One of the two Guillimans looked panicked, and the other frowned slightly. Ahriman stepped forward and grabbed the collar of Governor Berenus with his blessed gauntlet.

People witnessed with disgust and exclamations the transformation of the Governor's appearance into a pathetic, depraved and ugly one, with half-flowing loose skin, a deformed body covered with scales, a necklace made of half-moist human organs hanging around his neck, and his robe made from many pieces of human skin. Some people collapsed and screamed because they recognized the faces on the robes as belonging to the Governor's wife and children.

"What a pity... What kind of trick is that? It can even prevent me from hearing your whispers. My dear Roberts, what else can you hide from me who is so close to you?"

As the body of the Corrupted One began to try to grow more scales and non-existent limbs, Fulgrim's voice became more and more bewitching. "Don't you like the little gift I made for you, Robert? It's a pity that my gifts are always treated like this. You can't understand the truth and love contained in them. Alas, I can only give you my curse. You will never be able to gain any pleasure from any victory or achievement, and will always be trapped in a cycle of self-doubt. I hope you can hold on a little longer, Robert, otherwise, it will be so boring! As for you..."

The Governor's eyes, which had begun to turn into vertical pupils, bulged out of their sockets and turned in the direction of Julius.

"It's time to go now that we're done."

The last thing Fulgrim and Berenus saw was the other's outstretched hand.

"Thank goodness." Julius heard Guilliman mutter to himself as Malcador commanded the crowd to evacuate, Ahriman re-established the isolation circle, and the Grey Knights appeared to restore order with the Ultramarines.

"Finally, during the Dark Prince's turn, I don't have to marry an alien to replace this blessing..."

(End of this chapter)