Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 600 This is a male...
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"We do not serve the Empire," said the brown-eyed Perturabo, "but ask yourself, why do you naturally believe that the Empire can achieve the same level of order as us?"

When Caul's main personality truly realized the meaning of the name "Perturabo" that he had subconsciously ignored, the more than 70,000 sub-Caurs that had returned to work took off from his ninety-nine-plural mind mimicry layers like a swarm of information that had exploded, revealing the data of the underlying mental layer that had been cleverly and imperceptibly distorted and deformed.

After the Great Sage of Domination finally saw what the sages of the Source Order had done to his enhanced data core with the help of some strong drinks, he stood up with a little annoyance on his reptilian body made of a mixture of steel and organic matter. His body of steel and flesh, which was full of alien technology, stretched out countless weapons and shields. It was obvious that what he had handed over before coming in was just a drop in the ocean.

"Really? Well, I, Belisarius Cawl! I was deceived by the power of the Warp! What a surprise! So even Galipo Decima is one of your lackeys? What a shame, he has such a brain and such a good taste in cocktails, but he is willing to be a lackey of Chaos."

"Uh." The Primarch sitting behind the desk pressed the button behind the desk cautiously. The Great Magus's detector told him that there were some technological shields that were also very alien but more advanced than the technology he knew and could not be observed, separating the two of them. Realizing that something was wrong, "You..."

"He is not a human being, my Lord."

The First Caster spoke, and at the same time, this unusual warrior condensed a bright purple psychic energy on his fist. The particles in the surrounding air formed an irregular cloud of colorful bubbles under the impact of his power. The beautiful glazed floor began to vibrate under his feet - but they did not crack like ordinary stones. They did crack politely, but only on a thin layer on the surface. The sinister matte black and silver reflections flowing on the surface were revealed under the decorated material, which made the ugly face behind the First Caster helmet seem even more depressed.

"What do you mean? First Cast. I must admit that your biological scent collector is sometimes more associative than mechanical creations. It seems that the strengthening surgery I performed on you was effective."

The tall gray-armored warrior was silent for a moment, then spoke, "My sense of smell tells me that this is a male..."

"Shut up!" The soul of the Fourth Primarch opposite him roared as if its tail was stepped on, as if it was suddenly standing in front of a wind tunnel. A massive and high-speed stream of protocol data burst out from the other party, violently bombarding the link circuit between Cawl and the power armor of the First of the Primaris.

"Ha! Necron technology! I'm not sure what to make of it..."

"Of course, you will be familiar with this. Because it will be part of your great cause."

The brown-eyed Perturabo grinned, there was no other adjective that could replace this word, he was like a patient hound that finally caught a rabbit that had been waiting for a long time, while the blue-eyed one sat behind the desk, listening attentively to the conversation and looking back and forth at the two people who were confronting each other, and obviously showed great concern for the gray appearance of the First of the Primaris.

When green rays of light like lines of various shapes began to emerge from the silver metal flowing on the black stone under the cracked floor, the loyal First of the Primaris groaned. His surging psychic power, which had just caused abnormalities in the air that were visible to the naked eye, suddenly disappeared like a real bubble.

"It's the Black Stone, master. My power is limited." The First One reached out to draw his weapon. His tall body bent slightly, showing that he was ready to explode.

"What? That doesn't make sense. Many things in this office can't possibly be compatible with anti-psychic powers..."

"That's just your ignorance. You don't understand Necron technology at all."

Perturabo BC seemed to take some pleasure beyond his usual interest in being able to hit Cawl with this sentence. As one of the people who (thought he) knew him best, Ramizarn realized that something he didn't know must have happened between the two of them, but for himself, intuitively he was more interested in the gray giant - this must be the First of the Primaris, right?

"I have an entire laboratory of Necron technology acquired from hundreds of planets! There is no one among men who knows how to use it better than I do! How dare you insult me ​​and my genius mind like this!"

"Is it okay to say such things so loudly? Or are you saying it so loudly because you found out that we don't belong to the Empire?" It was Mr. Ramizarn who asked the question, but Perturabo BC seemed to be even more pleased to hear it.

"Acquired? You talk nicely, always criticizing your fellow believers for being unenterprising, only good at archaeology and sticking to conventions, but why don't you say that you dug up hundreds of tomb worlds and stole the necromancy technology inside? You thief! You even use them on yourself so much, too much. Indeed, they are very useful, aren't they? Belisarius Cawl, haven't you discovered it yet? You have always been so proud, conceited, and self-confident, thinking that you are always right and that you are a genius - well, you are, but you are still too conceited."

"What makes you say that? Arrogant is a word used to describe boring and mediocre people, but I am arrogant because I am Belisarius Kaul. Belisarius Kaul is qualified to be arrogant because I am the chief spokesperson of Om Messiah!"

The Archmagus's corona cannon had been fully charged by now, and as he spoke these words, he fired at the strange twins of Perturabo. At the same time, the Primaris Prime, who seemed to be rushing towards the desk, drew out the phase combat knife on his thigh, rushed towards the secret door on the wall next to him, and stabbed it in. The phase blade flashed and rearranged the structure of matter and space. Then, the door that emerged from the wall was tightly grasped by the Primaris Prime's fingers. He ignored the flowing metal that was climbing and gnawing on his gauntlet, and after forcing open a gap, he raised his leg and kicked open the door of the side suite.

"Master! Here!" the tall warrior shouted, grabbing the mechanical tentacle that Belisarius was reaching out to him and starting to run with his master towards the other exit that seemed to be well-defended in the side suite.

[Oh! He is really more powerful than I thought before! No wonder Felix and the others called him "Caw's Monster" in the book. Pepe, we have to get him! The main thing is that I suddenly remembered that we can't let Cawl take him around! The gene seed of the Primaris must not fall into Fabius Bile's hands this time! ]

[It's a little difficult, but if you want to get him, it's easy.] The border collie snorted in their hearts, [Belisarius has been away from Mars for too long, and he has installed too many necromancy patches on himself. You watch, I will soon cast a magic that will make him obey.]

[Speaking of which, this brings up another question I didn't have time to ask him, that is, how did he ensure that no one would go into the facilities he left on Mars to check when no one was around and no one would find out what he was doing when he spent most of the 10,000 years digging graves all over the galaxy? Even if it was fully automated production, this would start at hundreds of thousands, with a super long-term and super large number of cryostasis chambers and repeated surgeries. Is this Martian oil guy who wanted to physically annihilate his opponent in academic debates really so moral that no one would check or find out what he was doing? ]

[…Don’t think too much, think positively. We can intercept some of the good things he has made.]

【What about the part we didn’t leave behind…? 】

[Of course, it has to be sent to Macragge and delivered to Guilliman, who has a heavy responsibility. Ha, who told him to complete this "Camino de Santiago"? The number of his offspring now is indeed not enough to feed the greedy galaxy. ]

[Ah... Oh, but isn't this just right? We can also add some new blood or bring some gene seeds and Primaris technology to Konrad's descendants. I vaguely remember that they have been suffering from not being able to add enough troops, and Curze can't provide them with gene seeds from the primarch now, but Valer is quite good at pharmacist technology, he should be able to learn Primaris technology. Let me think about it, it would be better to send some vehicles and storm birds...]

【…】

【Why don't you speak, Pepe baby? 】

【……】【Pepe? 】

【Let me finish what I am doing before I talk about this! 】

【Oh. Oh. OK.】

【…】

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"A pathetic collection of lost souls, spawned from countless illegal brain augmentations. But you were long dead, Belisarius, and now you are nothing more than the obsession of a man who refused to die. In this sense, your ability to create these Primaris Space Marines and equipment is indeed worthy of the minds of the genius scholars who built you."

The tall primarch with brown eyes and pale skin strode towards the doorway in the kicked wall. There, Cawl and his creations had discovered that the doors and walls here had all been reinforced to super specifications. Someone had spared no expense to embed phase field generators in the walls, reversing the properties of their weapons and making any attacks on them completely ineffective.

"How dare you call me a monster?! What kind of lunatic would build a bunker next to his office that is stronger than the reactor room of a space battleship?!"

He pointed at the seemingly transparent and fragile floor-to-ceiling glass window that he had just fired at. This thin and transparent stained glass window that looked like it could be smashed with a fist was hit by the high temperature of radiation at close range, but in his thermal imaging vision it only showed a temperature increase of two degrees Celsius.

"What kind of material is this?! This can be used to make anti-melta armor! Such a perfect high-temperature defense! You actually used it to make a viewing window! What a waste! You are a monster!"

The Archmagos raised his single flesh arm to express his disbelief, while the Primaris Prime took a defensive stance in the face of the growing number of opponents.

He was alone, still looking very depressed but calmly facing the blue eyepieces that lit up one after another from the opened niches: the elegant wall panels around this cozy lounge and small restaurant hid a whole team of Iron Ring Mechas, whose heights were even taller than the First Cast, which were already taller than ordinary Space Marines. These mechas were fully armed, and the combination of storm shields and thunder hammers looked very oppressive in this small, enclosed space.

"Obey or die."

The mecha soldiers' loudspeakers played a monotonous and emotionless mechanical synthesized voice, which sounded in unison and struck everyone's heart as their steel footsteps approached. "Obey or die."

Obviously Belisarius Cawl was not a weak and ordinary person. In just a few seconds, Perturabo BC saw countless bold harassments, wanderings, attacks on his mecha code group, and even attempts to use his own code data to wrap these mechas connected to his own brain.

[(Gutai swears)! Ramizarn!!!!!! Why is the port still online——? ! ]

Then, even the beings behind the curtain probably screamed in fear for a moment.

Then the First Lord looked in shock at the arrogant Archmagos Belisarius Cawl, and suddenly his whole body stiffened. Then all the alarm lights and alarm buzzers on his body rang sharply, and overheated steam came out everywhere, and there were tiny sounds of rivets bursting. What's worse, he also smelled a faint but suspicious smell of expired proteins gradually maturing and denaturing - they came from under Cawl's red robe hood.

"what have you done?!"

"(Olympian expletive), look what you (Olympian expletive) did!"

The only two beings in the room who could still speak on their own roared at the same time.

"Damn it," Perturabo BC said. "You want to save Cawl? Then follow my orders."

"How do I know that if you listen to me, you will definitely save him?"

"You can of course choose to think I'm lying or choose to resist." Perturabo BC's voice was as cold as the icy hell under absolute zero. "But tell me, if I say I can't save Belisarius Cawl, do you think you can?"

The tall gray-armored warrior thought in silence.

Before he could say anything, the brown-eyed Iron Warrior Primarch's twin across from him spoke again.

"I know you've been very, very hurt. I also know what it is that you've been wanting. And what you think of Call."

The First One suddenly looked up at him.

"I also know how long you have worked for Cawl." Perturabo BC said to himself, turning around and running towards the desk where his body was working. "Don't forget, what Cawl wanted to replicate in the first place was not you or the Primaris Space Marines..."

He paused. "What he wanted to try to create from the beginning was a 'Primarch'."

Perturabo BC frowned at what he saw in his office.

(End of this chapter)