Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 598: Blast the Thousand Sons
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"True Night Lords are not distinguished by the bloodline of their gene seeds. In my eyes, Valier is more like a Night Lord than any other Night Lord. He is our true brother." - "The Prophet" Talos Valcoran
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"Astral Rorschach almost became the first soul killed by my gun. He was an enemy from the beginning to the end in my identification of friend or foe. I let him occupy a seat in the Night Bat Council, so that I will always have two seats." - "Prince of Crows" Yago Sevitarion
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"When I finished this cup of Reka coffee, an idea suddenly struck me. I had an idea about how to explain the unreasonable shadow stealth ability of Covos Clarks... I had a wonderful and perfect explanation for this, but the blank space on the side of this book is too small for me to write it down." - A casual note on a book taken away by a subordinate of an Inquisitor who sneaked in and escaped from the siege of "delicious and nutritious" waiters and chefs
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Because of that "Krax?", Robouti Guilliman once again (why say once again) faced a life-threatening (? ) crisis brought by his brother in his life which could be said to be 200 or 9,200 years so far.

But fortunately, he was facing Koze who had been "marinated by Seris's courses and dietary concepts" instead of the Koze he once knew who was infected and even corroded by the poison of Nostramo. And the guardians who rushed in the door beside him were not only his heirs, but a luxurious lineup including the former Imperial Regent and the former Chief Captain of the Thousand Sons Legion.

Therefore, when Guilliman faced the confused and worried eyes of Calgar and Digris during the government meeting later, he could only claim that the new scars on his neck and face were because "I was walking in the garden and the grape trellis accidentally fell down." Guilty, he had to defend the poor gardener, "It's not his fault, it's the wind, a gust of wind."

Of course, after this reason was known to Konrad Curze, Malcador and Ahriman, the latter two spent more time to "persuade" the Eighth Primarch to not really go at night to "twist off Guilliman's head and pull out his spine and then hang his skin on the flagpole of the Ultramarines' chapter when the flag is flying so that everyone can see it the next day."

Then Curze, who had been staying in Hera Fortress for free, enjoying free food, drink and accommodation, and taking a shadow walk at any time or squatting on the top of the city wall to overlook the city of Magna as his night entertainment, immediately moved himself and his bedding back to the Enterprise in orbit, and left a warning to Guilliman, "Watch your tongue or I will pull it out myself", which made the latter confused.

However, something that even Conrad Kurtz could not fully predict does exist, as he said.

As part of the price of maintaining his sanity, when and how he uses his power is actually much more strict than it appears, which leads to a very natural thing:
When Konrad Curze was heading normally from the skyport to the Enterprise, wearing the body of Nikona Sharokin, which was expanded by his mysterious power from the Raven Guard bloodline ten thousand years ago, and because of his familiarity with Macragge, he did not take measures to keep his appearance secret like his cautious fourth brother, the Astartes on a Raven Guard cruiser were extremely shocked to witness a man who was very, very, very close to "Corvus Krax" in every way board a Stormbird in front of them and headed for a ship they later investigated as belonging to a Rogue Merchant Dynasty.

The Raven Guard anxiously tried to find a route that would hopefully get through the raging Great Rift Warp storm so that their messenger could deliver the important message back to the Raven Tower on Deliverance, but they failed. So, they planned to wait for the next action plan of the honorable Thirteenth Primarch in this place that was most likely to set off first and relatively more likely to get through the storm. At the same time, they also had some ideas of their own about this mysterious ship that had been anchored in orbit of Macragge for a long time.

The Eighth and Thirteenth Primarchs are currently unaware of this and what will happen next.

Except for a certain Lord of Steel far away on the Destiny Steel, who frowned and looked at the strange peak that had just appeared in the table monitoring chart.

"What is this...? Curze's fate? Why would there be such a change in Curze's data, which has been completely separated from the timeline... This shouldn't happen... Wouldn't this cause... No... Technical adjustments are required..."

"What's wrong, Pepe baby?"

"…Nothing serious, but it seems there was an unexpected interference."

"Hmm? Which area?"

"Far Eastern Star Region, Ultramar."

"That's quite normal. After all, Guilliman rushed there in such a hurry. If I remember correctly, from there on, before he could really reach Terra, he had to accept the "attacks" or tests of the Youngest Goddess, the Kind Father, the God of Change and the God of Blood in turn. Then there were a series of things to do... There seemed to be things about the Great Whirlpool and Huron... Oh, I think he will be busy. What a pity. As soon as he left here, our workload increased visibly. Oh, the first day Robert left. I missed him."

Ramizane stood up from his suspended chair and took a new snack from Ahlin. "But what makes me happy is that we have news about Robert Jr. and Curze! Maybe next time Julius can come back with the Enterprise or at least be safe - would you like to try it? This is a new fried snack that I asked the cafeteria to develop based on my memory."

It was obvious that His Excellency Perturabo BC was not very happy about a certain name being mentioned, "New snack? Deep-fried... I only tried one piece (chewed)... It was quite crispy, with a nostalgic retro taste."

"Yeah, this is called Exploding Thousand Sons."

"..."

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So, deep in the forgotten armory of the Mechanicus, which was like the Garden of Eden...

When the Archsage Belisarius Cawl finally raised his head from the 1.8952 x 10^25th academic debate with Galipo Decima, in which the Explorer King and Pandora's Box were destroyed in the war simulator, he was tired and satisfied, but the screws were loose because of the chip overheating.

Then, he finally noticed the passage of time - he had turned off all the notification sounds in order to concentrate on defeating this damned war maniac, and now there were about thousands of reminder data and various reports from his other creations in his data processing buffer - he glanced at them quickly, then deleted them all, and planned to change his engine oil and polish his mechanical limbs after reselecting two personality data suitable for an audience. In this way, he should complete the work that should have been completed long ago and go to meet Robert Guilliman to report to him the results of his ten thousand years of work and show him these great works.

- He was told that the Thirteenth Primarch had hurried back to Macragge without warning, not long before he walked out of the Armory - he had also forgotten to adjust the problem of the different time flow speed in the Armory simulator from that in the outside world - in short, to be serious, the Great Magus was a bit forgetful and derelict in his duty, or he thought he would have plenty of opportunities to have a private and in-depth talk with Robert Guilliman later, but he neither seized the time nor indulged in the joyful game of Firepower Beast Chess with Decima - alas, there was no such urgency in applying for a serious and exquisite academic discussion.

"Om Messiah's general cannon!" the great sage shouted, "but the secret treasures on my Explorer King and on Mars can't wait! I prepared them so that they can be used immediately. What if they are discovered by those old-fashioned Martians who stick to the rules and do nothing? Great Om Messiah! Please show me a way! Otherwise, I can only..."

"Then you should report to the other Primarchs here first." Sage Decima muttered behind him, "Come, have a cup of burning promethium Blue Mountain Special. Although you are a super bastard, a pervert, a torturer who thinks he is not crazy, Cole, but considering that our academic exchanges in recent times have been so exciting, I will still be merciful and show you a clear way."

"How can you say that to me, Galibo?" The mechanical tentacles extending from Caul's abdomen clamped the cup of liquid burning with blue flames, while various lenses on his head and shoulders worked, analyzing the composition and all combined effects of the cup itself and the liquid in the cup, as well as any possible reactions they might have with the Great Sage's behemoth-like mechanical body. Only after he was sure it was safe did he drink it all, and then he enjoyed the feeling of the added liquid roaring in his mechanical pipelines, making him shiver and regaining energy.

"This is so sad. I have been working tirelessly to clone and resurrect my friends to maintain our friendship... I think this is completely contrary to what you just said. I completely, sincerely, and truly want to resurrect my friend Qiu Fo!"

"...Of course, I have no problem with that. If you think there's nothing wrong with you cloning him eighty-seven times and reloading the personality data of your dead friend from nine thousand years ago into a new person each time, and calling him the friend you first knew..." Decima brushed off his red robe, and when he raised his arm in a toast, he revealed the silver metal limbs underneath, "I have nothing to say about that either. To the Om Messiah, to your great cause, Kaul."

"Oh, thank you, yes! My cause is truly great! Galibo, you are a person who can truly see the value of my cause. If you were not so stubborn in the art of war that you believe that intelligent robot soldiers, long-range strikes and saturated firepower are the future trends of war... you could almost be my friend. But I think I will put this memo on my to-do list."

"...You are truly the most arrogant human I have ever met, Kaur."

"I'll take that as a compliment, because I deserve it. Thank you, Decima."

The Archsage of Domination straightened his back, making a sound of pressure release and gears meshing. His mechanically modified body was nearly as tall as two Astartes. The red robe concealed the mechanical recurved joint walking feet and more claws, tentacles or other things, forming a strange impression of a lizard-like lower body and a human upper body. Under the red hood with white gear edges, there was a blue eyepiece enhancement device on one side, and an extremely old eye that still retained human flesh and blood on the other. Apart from this, only the grayish white skin of his left hand still looked original.

Considering that he claimed to be a full ten thousand years old, traveling between Mars and the galaxy to carry out his work, the fact that he still retained human flesh is amazing enough.

"So, do you have any suggestions for a clear path to the other Primarchs? I must first state that I will not lend a hand to anyone who is harmful to the Imperium..."

"This is very simple. It is easy for you to fall into a vicious circle when conducting these biological experiments. Listen carefully. First, you claim that your order came from Robert Guilliman, and you have been working on this order for 10,000 years. Now you have completed it, but you need to find someone to clean up, activate, and take over your work as soon as possible, because when you designed this entire plan with such a long span and such a large scale, you did not think that you would fail. You will definitely activate them after 10,000 years, and they will definitely succeed, so there is no redundant time at all, right?"

"Of course. How could I fail?"

"What a consistent confidence. Well, then, let me ask you again, based on what you know and have seen, does Lord Guilliman have any objections to Lord Ramezane or Lord Perturabo's control over the other brothers and this place?"

"Well... indeed not. Lord Guilliman naturally began to take on the daily work in their office... I remember he also mentioned that he should be more considerate of the brothers whose 'weak and worrying health'..."

"Would you consider reporting your work over the past ten thousand years to Lord Magna or Lord Pallas?"

"Of course not! You and I can both see their condition - but I am indeed very interested in Lord Dorne's mechanical body, and I wonder if he would allow me to study it. If he tempts me with this, I don't say I can resist."

A certain sage who actually participated in part of the manufacturing process gave an unfathomable smile on his metal face when he heard this.

"Then you'd better not let other Astartes hear this, especially don't let Lord Sigismund hear it, otherwise I can't help you. Well, then do you think that the two respectable masters of our Destiny Steel are your only choice at this time?"

"You may be right, Decima." One of Belisarius Cawl's mechanical tentacle lifted up his huge and heavy breathing mask and the lower half of his face that was connected to it in a very humane way.

"Then I choose..."

(End of this chapter)