Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 613 The King of Qin is Me
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"I knew it! This old guy can't be without conspiracy!"

Before he finished speaking, Perturabo BC appeared in front of Ramezan like a whirlwind, staring at the white dove in the golden cage as if facing a great enemy.

"What did He do to you?! Don't even think about succeeding!"

Colorful protections instantly appeared in the space in front of his car like fireworks, making the place as lively as the Lantern Festival.

Quiet.

The air was silent except for the beeping of monitoring equipment and their own breathing.

The chubby pigeon tilted its head in the birdcage and stared at them. It then made a series of "cooing" sounds and lowered its head to peck at the golden food.

Perturabo waited a moment longer.

Nothing happened.

"Uh...it's nothing serious..."

"It's nothing, why are you yelling?"

The Lord of Steel turned his head angrily, his eyes blazing, his ears tightened, and his tail stood up.

"That's right." Ramizane hurriedly explained, and subconsciously reached out to touch the other's head, "I just said it was too thin and not plump enough."

"So what? Are you going to chop him up or roast him? Fat pigeons have to be roasted."

"I think pigeon soup with ham and bamboo shoots is more suitable for patients in their recovery period...Ah, no, I mean, when I said it was too thin, I was touching it, so I could feel its changes."

Seeing Perturabo's increasingly gloomy face, he hastily added, "I mean, when I wanted it to be fatter, it instantly became fatter!"

"What are you talking nonsense about?"

"Really! Pepe! Look for yourself if it has gotten fatter!"

"It's just normal behavior for birds to change posture or get nervous and fluff up their feathers."

Having said that, Perturabo still cautiously walked up to the pigeon and looked at it. With a little annoyance, he forced his subconsciously shifted gaze to focus on the other's eyes.

The pair of dark eyes were only black at first glance, but he suddenly discovered that a dark blood-red color was spreading around the pigeon's pure black pupils...

Ox-eye pigeon.

An abrupt but useless piece of knowledge emerged in the Iron Lord's mind, but he immediately waved it away and continued to observe the pigeon, from its beak to its tail feathers.

This pigeon seems to have really gained weight? But this doesn't mean anything. For the old man, the use of psychic transformation has almost become an instinct, a constant spell that exists continuously, a disguise that is more solid than the phantom camouflage he is wearing now, and this time it may be the same.

Then we should use anti-psychic substances to stimulate it and see how it goes.

Just as he was about to call Hong Suo over and ask him to prepare the experimental equipment, something huge suddenly came out of nowhere and hit him in the face, almost touching the tip of his nose.

“Pepe!!!”

"Go away!"

Perturabo growled and pushed away Ramizane, who was trying to pull him away, and then his autocannons and other weapons opened fire.

Blood and flesh splattered everywhere.

Rilano rushed in from outside the temporary lounge at a speed that was definitely very fast considering his age and body size, and the decomposition force field on the power sword in his hand was shining brightly.

"Your Highness!" he shouted, "Are you okay?!"

The four-legged Lord of Steel retracted his protective stance, and torn human body fragments and liquids fell from mid-air to the steps of the throne where they were, making a thick crackling sound, just like red and white fresh fish scattered all over the ground. Some of the fragments that had not been burned to ashes were still steaming.

Ramizane said nothing and did not move.

Damn.

Perturabo BC caught a glimpse of his frozen face from the corner of his eye.

This death had been so sudden and so recent that he wasn't sure how much Ramizane had seen.

But the Seres were undoubtedly frightened.

"We're fine." He turned to the chief steward with dignity, and the other bowed his head slightly to show respect. "Clean up the floor quickly." He glanced at Ramizane again, "Cover it up quickly."

Perturabo glared at the pigeons in the cage.

The other party just tilted his white and round head, "Gugu?"

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A moment later, Rilano had invited the two princes into the newly separated room, served them incense and hot drinks, and then quietly left.

Ramizane sat there with a dull look in his eyes, taking a sip of hot chocolate.

Take another sip.

Then he choked.

"Was that a person just now?! Pepe?!"

"……Yes."

"It was terrible," Ramizane said, emphasizing it again. "It was terrible. It was so real, as if it were fake. It shattered so quickly, and it happened so suddenly that I didn't dare to see it clearly. I still feel stiff all over, but my heart is beating very fast."

"Then don't recall the details. It was an accident," Perturabo BC reluctantly jumped out of his vehicle, wearing only the necessary communication backpack. His manicured nails clattered across the laboratory floor, and then his round and powerful paws carried his furry body to Ramizane's seat. He leaned against the leg armor of the power armor and then rested his head on the other's thigh. "He invaded my minimum protection range and triggered the weapon's automatic alert. So this happened. If someone is responsible for this, it is definitely not us-and that was a soulless person just now."

"Soulless?" Ramizarn immediately and skillfully inserted his fingers into the Border Collie's thick and fluffy mane, and rubbed the back of the dog's head with his fingertips. As the rubbing position moved from the back of the head to the soft hair at the base of the ears, his tone gradually calmed down, and there was some light in his eyes.

"Yes, some of the numerical characteristics of the soulless are still very obvious."

"Why would a soulless person suddenly fall from the sky? And land here?" Apparently the topic change was quite successful, and Ramizane took another sip of hot chocolate and thought about it. "That's what I want to know, too." Perturabo said, "This should never have happened."

He hesitated, his ears and the fur fluttering in Ramizane's palm. "I just thought of this... anti-psionic object in front of the pigeon."

Ramizarn followed his gaze thoughtfully and looked at the pigeon that was pacing proudly in the cage.

"Let me try again? Or do you try again?"

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Owen Gaogang's last sane moment was in the caves beneath Cadia, just before he and his Dalian brothers launched the attack.

Then the wolves came flooding in and engulfed them...

No no... there are no wolves on Fenris...

Wolves are...

"Ruth's toes!"

The Wolf Lord howled and jumped up from the ground. His nose twitched wildly, causing the muscles on his bearded face to twitch. The smell of disinfectant and healing potions, which were rare in Wolf Fang Castle but quite common on other cousins' warships, especially those after battle, immediately penetrated his nose. It was so bitter and pungent that he couldn't help but spit on the ground, "Pfft! The smell of herbs is much stronger than this!"

Then he arched his back and found that he was not wearing any armor and was stepping barefoot on the smooth, cold floor.

What's going on? So the battle is over? Are they being treated by some apothecary now? What about the others? What about their own wolf priests? What about Asgard? Why haven't they been accepted by their brothers? Oh, right! Blood Howl! What about Blood Howl?! Is Abaddon defeated?! What about Cadia?

He turned around and was about to shout a series of important questions to any medical attendant or pharmacist who came by, but he was suddenly frozen by what he saw:

Two giants, two gods, two powerful beings he did not recognize but who could only be - given their size and oppressive presence - could only be the Primarchs, were standing behind him, glaring at him.

For some reason, when he realized that he was being stared at by the brown-eyed Primarch on his left despite the huge size difference, Gao Gang subconsciously tucked his non-existent tail between his legs.

Then the ice-blue-eyed Primarch on the right seemed to have a strangely distorted expression.

—Wait, what the hell is this, this, this, this?

Owen Gao Gang reached down in horror and felt a particularly fluffy, furry thing extending from his buttocks—the touch came from both his palm and his—coccyx nerve—

"Allfather!!! Ruth!!! What is this?!"

"…Drag him out! Next!"

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After experimenting with various samples of intelligent creatures found on the Destiny Iron, including the Iron Wolves and the remaining fully werewolf-transformed Space Wolves of the Blood Howling Company that were "naturally" packaged and sent to the "Master of Alchemy" Honsou for "further treatment" by a "kind-hearted" old Iron Warrior, the two Iron Warrior Lords now have a better understanding of the peculiarity of this pigeon.

"In general..."

Ramizane took a data pad and made some corrections to the listed entries.

"The body of this pigeon is indeed a white pigeon as defined by Ancient Terra, but the weak psychic energy it constantly emits has the psychic characteristics of your father, and it is very likely to contain a piece of his soul or something similar... and the psychic aura it carries is like some kind of small 'wishing machine', which can fulfill the wishes of the strongest person or the most pious person to the Emperor among those closest to him... Although the range of influence is very small, it is still a very, very powerful ability, but..."

"But judging from the current experimental results, the wishes of all the test subjects have indeed been fulfilled to some extent, but the methods or results of realization have all been distorted to some extent, and none of them have been achieved under absolutely ideal circumstances. - Even if this old thing has turned into a pigeon, he is still as clueless as ever!"

"…So it can be said to be very powerful, but it can also be said to be of little use…Why do I feel that this description is somewhat familiar…"

"Don't forget, it has another characteristic. Those who sincerely pray to the old skeleton can sense it as a kind of existence of Him." Perturabo BC snorted in dissatisfaction. "I knew that Rilano's loyalty was unreliable!"

"Don't say that, Pepe. If the ancient sage was really unreliable, he wouldn't have taken the initiative to tell us that he could sense that the pigeon had feelings for His Majesty. Since he took the initiative to tell us this, it means that he really has no ill will towards us and is sincere in his desire to serve us."

"Humph! What do you mean by sincerely wanting to serve us? He clearly sensed that the old thing was here and started to take the initiative. He thought that the flat-haired bird landing here was just a disguised recognition and enthronement! This old antique is still alive during the Unification War and thinks he is His confidant!"

"Wait a minute, this statement... so... if He can be recognized as your father, we can... use the emperor to control the princes?"

Ramizarn suddenly realized, "Great! The King of Qin is actually me!"

"...Don't be ridiculous! If He is really here! Then what is that thing on Holy Terra? Or how much of that damn thing He is sitting on that didn't turn Holy Terra into the second Eye of Terror is left?"

"Ahem! I was just kidding...Okay, I shouldn't joke. We need to understand the current situation of the Imperial Astronomical Torch. This is the most intuitive thing - how is Magna's system?"

"Half of the systems are still being tested, and the rest are being restarted by our young Fulgrim Pallas."

"Can we send an inquiry message to Wandering Port?"

"It will take a while before the corresponding modules can be used. Magna's 'main body' is still not very stable." Perturabo BC frowned as he watched the information flow scrolling on the holographic screen in front of him. "But currently there are no reports of large deviations in the observation data of the Iron Blood array on the real universe. Let's assume that the situation is not too bad."

"At this time, I would think that perhaps we should also prepare a group of astropathic choirs as backup. Alas! Why do we feel that we are both short of psykers and have everything we need... Let Master Kadur come back as soon as possible! Does Macragge need so many capable people?"

Perturabo BC leered at him. "Didn't you say you would do your best to help Guilliman complete his mission?"

"But at this time, I feel that there are not enough people... There are really not enough people for the entire galaxy! - This time, Cawl should wake up all the Primaris Space Marines as planned."

"It should be." The Lord of Steel still frowned. "The awakening of this batch of Primaris Space Marines is still very important, because Cawl himself has forgotten how many cellars he has built and how much war equipment he has stored, so we have to follow his steps step by step. But Hongso should have taken out a lot of Primaris technology and other knowledge from his chip."

"What?" This time it was Ramizane's turn to be surprised. "Honso? When?"

"When he was helping Cawl with his treatment," Perturabo BC sneered. "He didn't understand it right away, but he was smart enough to make a copy of everything he didn't understand."

"So this is the result of our observations of this pigeon so far. If it is just a small neutral fragment of the 'Emperor of Mankind', what do you plan to do with it?"

Ramizane put down the data tablet, walked over, picked up the birdcage, and looked at the pigeon.

Perturabo BC frowned again.

"I……"

The pigeon flapped its wings in the cage, and suddenly flew around as if it sensed something.

"Boom!"

(End of this chapter)