Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 603 A wave of unrest
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The air is clean, the temperature is pleasant, and there is a faint fragrance from natural products.

No dangerous messages.

Before vision and hearing are restored, the olfactory receptors first transmit this message to the cerebral cortex and begin to activate other parts in sequence.

Belisarius Cawl's mental data began to recover.

Like the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle being put back together to form a complete picture, each of the duplicate minds of each sub-Kaul now had to begin returning to their proper places, until the last piece of the puzzle fell into place, fitting perfectly, and yes, it was done.

His consciousness was restored.

But his loyal friend and assistant Qiu Fo-87 was not here at the moment, so he could not find out the specific time when he went offline and back online from the other party's records.

Belisarius initially thought that what he was sensing was just another random warp-link communication during his downtime, or perhaps a lost memory from a soul fragment that had been absorbed by the Master.

Because he was lying flat - considering the structure of the huge rear mechanical body of the Great Magus, he could only stand up and jam himself into a tall frame when he rested, remove most of the extra limbs, research equipment and weapons and connect them to the network of his laboratory. This was his way of relaxing meditation after work, and also his only sleep.

But he lay flat now, just as he was when he was still the young Builder who saw human flesh and blood as the greatest and most beautiful miracle in the universe and refused to mechanize himself - as it should be - sizzle - furnace - flesh - sizzle - living thing - sizzle - revenge -

A nameless headache attacked him, and when it receded like the tide, it took away his memory of the headache and the all-too-old noises.

The sensors on the skin of his left hand transmitted to his brain the sensation of touching soft, dry fabric, his fingertips running across the cotton sheets, expensive and nostalgic natural plant fiber fabrics, while a very primitive chemical smell wafted past his nose.

"The most primitive anionic surfactant...? ...But why use food to make it? The utilization efficiency seems to be very low. Oils and fats should have better energy conversion places."

"Activator? Food? What are you talking about? Master? How do you feel?"

the man sitting next to his bed asked.

This was an eight-foot-tall man with milky white skin, but his plain and rough features were made more obvious by countless sloppy cuts and sutures on the white skin, giving the whole face a terrifying look. He was staring at Kaul.

Kaur also looked at him.

"Alpha?"

There was a hint of sadness in his eyes, but he still spoke dutifully. "It's me. My master, is there anything you need?"

"No, my mind is clear and I feel better than ever. But where is this? I seem to lack some real-time data on what is going on, and many of my external devices were removed during the shutdown?"

Caul asked casually, preparing to use his original two arms to support the connection ports and cables of his lower body which had been modified long ago into a mixture of metal worms, tentacles, centipedes, spiders and scorpions - since he could lie flat, there were obviously no limbs for him to move normally. His upper body was originally designed to be separated from his heavy lower body chassis like an alien tank from below the lumbar spine. They usually rely on a huge metal external spine that runs through his back to the back of his neck for additional reinforcement and fixation.

But he stopped again.

Cole pulled aside the thin blanket covering his legs, revealing two beautiful silver metal bionic prostheses underneath. The forging technique and detail processing of this alien material could only have been made by one person, Galipo Decima. It was simple in function, but absolutely practical and the experience was infinitely close to the original limbs, which was more than a hundred times more difficult than installing ten different weapons and biochemical claws on them.

He curled his toes, and his brain immediately received the signal that his toes were grabbing the sheets, as if they were originally attached to his torso. Damn it, this cunning old man like Decima must have hidden something when he was arguing with him academically. However, this must be the technology related to the creation of Magna Dorn, ha! Now...

"Yes, you suffered some unexpected overload shocks, so after the treatment, Lord Perturabo asked me to stay here and wait for you to wake up. This is the ward of the Iron Blood, or rather, it is now named the Destiny Steel, Master."

Cawl rose from his bed and onto the ground, finding himself restored to his mortal height, standing next to the seated Primaris Prime, only a few inches above his head.

This made him feel a little dazed. For some reason, he stretched out his hand that still had skin on it and touched a particularly thick scar on the top of the Primal Chief's head: this was the scar where a skull saw had cut off the skull cap. Judging from the layered and proliferating scar tissue and suture marks, the Primal Chief had undergone many, many craniotomies and adjustments to the cerebral cortex - and these delicate adjustments needed to be performed while the patient was awake.

"Master...?" There was a rare hint of hesitation in Shouzhu's voice, which sounded like a mixture of disbelief, disgust, panic and other emotions.

Kaul suddenly smiled, totally unaware of how incongruous and abnormal he looked in the eyes of the First Caster.

"Master, are you okay?"

"It's all right, Alpha," he said. "I feel good and alive. Oh, what is this? Did you cut it?"

He took a small fruit from the unusually large palm of the bewildered Primaris Leader. It should have been red, and the huge combat knife carefully removed the bright red skin, revealing the pale yellow flesh inside, which exuded a rich aroma of rose fruits.

Kaul took a bite naturally, and the cool, sweet and crisp juice spurted out from the destroyed plump cells, splashing in his mouth like fireworks, bringing a wonderful experience.

"Yes... Lord Ramizane told me that if I were watching over you when you woke up, I should... peel... an apple for you."

"He's right. I'm very happy. Thank you, my son. Where is Lord Ramizarn? I took a look and found the task he assigned to me in my to-do list. We should prepare it and say goodbye to him." Belisarius Cawl took a few steps forward and found his Ohm Messiah Axe leaning against the wall. The size seemed to have become smaller? But it fit so well in his hand, as if he had held it for his whole life. He must have needed to check his memory. The unexpected shutdown would definitely cause some minor damage, and cognitive dissonance was one of them, but it would recover quickly.

He had already scanned his own data swarm. The 222 hexagonal data layers were as beautiful, natural, and solid as a honeycomb. However, he was still keenly aware of the collapse of many of his intelligent replicas, and some links seemed to have suffered serious physical damage. But it was not a big problem, and this was not the first time it happened in his adventurous career. As long as he was still there, he could rebuild them.

The edge of the Great Sage's red robes slapped his ankles. Noticing that the First Cast had not caught up, he turned around at the door of the ward in confusion.

"What is it, my son? Worried about the long journey to Macragge?" He said softly. "It is all right. The Seeker King is a fine ship, and will carry us safely across the galaxy, even in the midst of warp storms. And."

He said, "I will protect you, son."

For the first time in thousands of years, the eyes of the Primaris One opened wide to something other than physical and mental pain.

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On the other side, in the office that had returned to normal working order, Mr. Ramizane was sitting behind his desk rubbing his eyes and temples, confused.

There was a big hole on one side of the office wall. Ahlin was leading several members of the First Company to do temporary repair work diligently. Further repairs would be carried out after the owner of the office returned to the bedroom - a certain Primarch - someone insisted on changing into pajamas and sleeping in his own bedroom bed as long as possible, and then sleeping for a few hours like an ordinary person before getting up to work. This was now a fact calmly accepted by the Honor Guard.

They would even loyally take turns to stand guard outside the bedrooms without anyone's orders, and personally check the rooms that had been cleaned by the mechas to prevent any omissions or hiding of anything that shouldn't be hidden.

"I clearly didn't use my eyes much today. Why do I feel like I've read a lot of big books? My eyes are so tired."

"Maybe you were just blinded. Didn't you say you were dazzled?"

Perturabo BC turned off the humanoid phantom camouflage and sat in his cockpit, calmly answering through his voice synthesizer, "The most likely possibility is that Cawl's momentary overload current stimulated a certain nerve area that controls vision."

"That doesn't sound good."

"It's okay. Although my iron body is now... But for ordinary people, it should just cause the eyes to feel overstrained. I just need to have a good rest for a night."

"What about Doraemon? I mean, what about Belisarius? And the Firstborn..."

"He has completed his treatment and is waiting to wake up in the ward. We found a biological sample in the database of the Berakarn Forge World that he left there when he traveled around the galaxy to study. With it, I, Decima, Pallas, Magna, and Honso worked together to make a new body for Cawl and restore most of the functions of his main brain. Now the First Prime is accompanying him at his bedside."

"That sounds great!" Ramizarn showed an agreeable look on his face. "That's how it should be. Although there are huge misunderstandings between this awkward father and son, their hope of reconciliation is still greater than that of this old man... ahem! than that of your family, after all." He said, "The son of the Kaul family is not only his biological son, but also his eldest son and his only son, and he has been with him for more than three thousand years. They shouldn't continue like this because of some misunderstandings. Although I also support the First Casting to beat Kaul up and then speak out his pain loudly to let this old NERD realize it. Maybe it would be better."

The sheepdog made some vague grunts from his mouth, as if to express his agreement or just to deal with this speech, but then Ramizane asked again in confusion, "When did you contact Honso? And you did so many things with Decima, Pallas, and little Magna? You cultivated a new body for him so quickly? Wasn't I only shocked for a short while when Cawl tried to hack into the system? Everything was done in such a short time?"

He stared suspiciously at the black and white plush spotted dog, whose tail was pressed tightly against the cockpit seat behind it, but whose ears were inevitably drooping a little. He grinned with a long mouth and a typical doggy smile.

"I... said it was too vague and didn't make it clear," Perturabo BC said. "It's not a cultivated body. Decima has many mechas. I mean, Decima has many mecha parts as spare parts. When he received my notice, he changed one of them and installed it on Cawl. It's similar with Honso. We searched Bellacan's biological database and had Honso copy Cawl's part directly into the blank wetware. This way, Cawl's personality... I mean, life, can be saved as soon as possible."

"Great! Great, Pepe!" Ramizarn exclaimed, "Isn't this much better than that damn Empire and Mars? We Chaos do things without going through the purity review of the Mechanicus and the Ecclesiarchy, as well as the hundreds of years of review by the Inquisition. It's much more normal! This efficiency is awesome."

"That's right." Perturabo's two black ears stood up again, and the slightly folded plush tips trembled in the air. "In terms of local process efficiency, the old bureaucratic system of the Empire cannot compare with ours."

"Then why aren't the others here?" He looked around the office. There was no one here except Ahlin and the others who were working. "And why do you look like your hair is...what is that? Is that blood under your hair?"

"Now that the matter has been resolved, of course they will go about their own business." At the same time, realizing that in trying to cover up the entire incident, he had made things even more obvious, the black and white shepherd dog began to try to confuse the public.

"Really?" Ramizane said sadly, "I thought they would at least wait until they confirmed that I was okay before leaving... I thought I had a good relationship with them..."

"Well," said the dog, "maybe there's an accident they need to deal with..."

As he spoke, he casually cast his gaze towards a surveillance auspicious device at a certain location, and then he really froze.

"What accident?"

"I have to deal with it first before I explain it to you!"

Perturabo BC quickly jumped up and began calling Magna and Pallas.

——Yes, before Perturabo BC's consciousness returned——

(End of this chapter)