Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 642 All is Dust, But Leman Russ
"If you refuse, I can legitimately bury you all in the mantle and send you to the planet's core."

Everyone in the royal court of Gaotai was extremely shocked by these words that almost blatantly expressed his intention to rebel.

Someone roared like a wild beast at such contempt for the king.

So fast.

With unparalleled rage.

Before the sound reached the eardrums of the people at the farthest end of the theater, the figure had already rushed out from a shadow in the theater and pounced on the Fourth Primarch, who seemed to have no time to react at all.

Few people in the amphitheater could see what the huge thundercloud-like afterimage actually was. Even the monitors and cameras of the Mechanicus could only capture a gray object.

When Dantioch instinctively pulled the trigger in the direction of danger, his fingers were almost stiff because of a certain instinctive fear buried deep in the human mind.

But he is a warsmith who has been enhanced by the genes of the Lord of Steel.

He is an iron warrior who was reborn under the protection of the Gene Father.

He is fearless.

Barabas Dantioch pointed his gun at the Primarch of the VI Legion, Leman Russ, Lord of the Space Wolves, and pulled the trigger in front of the Emperor and the entire Imperial hierarchy.

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"Hey! I have to say, he is a character. I was just wondering why Ramizane chose him to be with him. After all, he is no longer in his prime in any aspect - ah, his mind is still very good, clear, sharp, fair, and brave, but this kind of wise man is not suitable for such an occasion where you compete to see who has the bigger fist. Someone like Soltarn, who has ordinary wisdom, social skills, reaction speed, etc. in addition to absolute strength, is particularly suitable here."

"Do you understand now?" Magna asked on his electronic screen, and Perturabo BC snorted coldly.

"I still don't really understand, but at least he has the courage to protect his Primarch. ... Well, to be honest, I envy him. Really, at least when our good nephew had a three-inch-long steel nail driven into his broken head in another theater, none of the so-called descendants around him dared to ask your iron ring to make way or try to charge at them to check on him - they didn't even dare to rush up to check on the life or death of their own legion's Primarch."

Fulgrim Pallas laughed heartily, and at the same time picked up the pigeon father who dared not speak out and examined him again, "To be honest, not every Astartes has the courage to raise his gun and shoot when facing a Void Wolf charging at full speed."

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The violent and sudden charge of the Space Wolves Primarch obviously shocked everyone.

Because in the shadows behind his rushing figure there was the echo of hurried footsteps of combat boots hitting the basalt ground.

Those who could resist the urge to look here with disgust would see more tall light golden or brass figures emerging from the back. These beautiful women were wearing heavy armor that covered their faces, and their hair was shaved except for the top part where it was tied into a braid. They all held a very long and sharp silver sword in their hands.

Even though things had gotten so out of control, these women, wearing heavy scarlet cloaks, with various scrolls and prayers decorated with red wax seals on their belts and armor, remained silent, and just tried their best to quickly keep up with the Wolf King's charge.

—or rather, it looked more like a desperate attempt to stop Leman Russ's sudden rise.

The Emperor seemed to hastily issue some invisible command to Valdor, and the encirclement formation of the Imperial Guards changed instantly, including the three Primarchs and the directors of the think tanks in the center of the amphitheater.

The white-haired Malcador stood beside the Emperor of Mankind, holding the scepter in his hand and concentrating his attention.

Ahriman gave a cry of surprise at the sudden onslaught of the giant wolf, and almost summoned his guardian spirit.

But before he uttered the last syllable of the spell, the First Captain of the Thousand Sons finally remembered where he was now, and that he was being watched by so many pairs of eyes of wizards who were preparing to hunt. He must not say anything that would implicate the Primarch at this moment, as it would be like lighting a match in a pile of gunpowder. Therefore, he bit the tail of the syllable hard on his lips, and a faint trace of blood fell from the corner of his mouth. At the same time, a nauseating dizziness that made the psyker feel sick was like someone burning a piece of burning coal in his stomach, and he couldn't help but twist his face.

Ahriman raised his head and looked at the women who were rushing after the Wolf King with shock but even more anger.

“Those…those…”

The fact that a special force targeting psychics had been ambushed under this theater once again crushed Ahriman's finally improved state of mind. He couldn't help but turn around to see what his gene-father would think about the fact that Leman Russ had been ambushing here for a long time and no one had kept it a secret from them.

Rune pendants linked to leather and various ropes formed into exorcism patterns waved above the black fur. Below them was the fur of a whole Fenris giant wolf, which wrapped a figure wearing heavy power armor the color of a storm cloud - this figure was so huge that, together with his armor, it was almost six to seven times the size of an ordinary human - it was simply a monster in wolf skin - although Ramizane could see the canine teeth of the face that pounced on him and every braid on the golden hair that seemed to be dyed red by blood or sunset, but -

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"Old man!!! What are you waiting for!!! He only has eyesight but no physical strength! Aren't you anchoring him?! Hurry up!" When Perturabo BC saw the thundercloud, he immediately knew which damn brother of his he was. He jumped over the table and grabbed the white dove, making the pigeon scream "Ahhhhhhhhhh" as his mechanical palms squeezed it.

The dove's eyeballs were pinched so hard that they bulged out, but miraculously they did not burst. It was like some two-dimensional thing that was deforming and shouting with its deformed head, "What do you want me to do?! Now the progress of Nikea is in his hands! This is the power of correction! There is no way for me to stop it completely!"

"What use is there for you!!! Send me over there! You can send anyone here!"

"The cost at one end will become random to balance... uh." The white dove plopped on the table, still in shock, staring at the young phoenix and the mechanical Dorn with blue light in his eyes.

"...Then why aren't you random this time?!"

Fulgrim Pallas shouted, pointing at the modified Dreadnought that had lost its pilot and its illusion camouflage, becoming empty.

Magna Dorn found himself too late to cover up the empty driver's seat, which was covered with two-colored dog hair.

"What's going on?! What's going on in this cockpit?! What on earth was this 'Perturabo' that was here with us before?!"

“Uh.” Magna stood up slowly, like a god in golden armor. “Hold Him tightly first. Don’t let Him run away.”

The young phoenix, who had discovered that this world seemed even crazier than the craziest thing he had ever known, held the pigeon tightly in his hand without saying a word.

Then Magna Dorn's electronic eyes began to flash with various tiny lights. "Anyway, the Iron Blood must be under martial law first. Then activate all protective positions and anti-psychic arrays, notify the armory, and immediately awaken all the Iron Ring and Jade Dragon type mechas that can be awakened now..."

"Why? Do you know what's going to happen?"

"I don't know what will happen." Magna Dorn said slowly in an electronic voice, "But Magnus was too close. PTSD, it's always better to be prepared."

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…Oh no, I can see everything, but I forgot that my weakened body can’t keep up with the speed of my vision…

Mr. Ramizane Kalosini turned his head and saw Leman Russ rushing towards him with a threatening look like a beast with fangs... or some kind of overly ferocious smile, and suddenly realized the problem of his current reaction speed and physical strength. - If he can't keep up, he can only...

over……

Silent cries came from across time and space, from all corners of the veil, and even from beyond the galaxy.

Countless beings cursed a certain "person" who overestimated his own capabilities but was so confident that he could scare them.

Countless wars or special operations that are invisible to the naked eye of mortals broke out on countless battlefields in countless time and space.

Just to strengthen an "anchor" that was beginning to become illusory.

Finally, the clock hands were forced to "push back" a little bit.
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There was a dull explosion, like thunderclapping out of nowhere, and then semi-molten obsidian debris flew into the air like a miniature volcanic eruption and scattered on the smooth ground - that was the sound of the entire lava barrier that Soltann had just reacted to in a hurry and had just risen in front of the invading enemy being forcibly broken through by the wolf king's shoulder armor by leaning sideways.

These black marbles, still filled with hot magma, were emitting hissing white smoke - Leman Russ's heavy gray-blue power armor seemed to carry a breath of eternal Fenris frost, which gave him an advantage when passing through this barrier at high speed. As the Wolf King pounced on his target, his entire body was surrounded by white mist rising from the neutralization of frost and magma.

——It was like a mythical statue came to life and expanded several times again to hunt his prey.

Just as Leman Russ had rushed to the rebellious brother who seemed to be petrified and completely motionless, showing a wolf-like smile that was determined to win and was about to punch him in the face viciously -

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!" A series of grenade launchers firing faster and faster and more and more accurately failed to stop him, but caused the Wolf King's armored fist to lose its accuracy and brush past the shoulder armor of the "Lord of Iron", causing the body of the "Fourth Primarch" to tilt, but he did not fall after staggering back a few steps.

A giant with long hair burning like angry red flames caught his brother from behind, who looked like he might be staggering due to being injured by a sneak attack.

"Leman Russ!" The Primarch of the Fifteenth Legion, Magnus the Red, probably the most powerful psychic besides the Emperor at that moment, roared. The black marble ground beneath his feet was melted into red boiling magma by the power radiated by his body full of violent energy, and then returned to solid rock state when he left the radiation range.

"So it's you! I knew it was you! You've long disliked me and my offspring! Bah! I thought you sent your legion to fight alongside me to ease relations! You lying liar! Smelly wild dog! Superstitious?! Witchcraft?! Cannibalism?! Look at the way you're dressed and the way you look! To me, you look like a cannibal and a superstitious tribesman!"

Magnus, with his body being one of the tallest among the brothers and his psychic powers, caught the falling body of his only truly beloved brother who had specifically and openly supported him in the conspiracy against him and his offspring with one hand, and raised his other hand high towards the hateful, hateful, savage and bestial brother who was most likely the instigator of the conspiracy and the trial, who had always been at odds with him but whom Magnus had always thought he could influence with knowledge and courtesy.

Azek Ahriman could hardly look directly at the Primarch who was about to turn into a ball of burning amber flame in his psychic vision, but he caught a glimpse of the deadly spell-casting gesture made by the red Magnus's hand from the corner of his eye, which was burned to the point of tears.

"Wait! Father! You must not..." Using such obvious psychic spells here! Moreover, killing brothers in front of the Emperor would bring about such a catastrophic disaster...

But unfortunately, the thing that Magnus, who was now extremely angry, couldn't bear to hear the most was...

"I am Magnus the Red! I can do anything!!"

He shouted, his voice like a bell, and the declaration vibrated back and forth against the eardrums of everyone in the amphitheater who had not yet fled.

A ball of dazzling blood-red flame, which was obviously deadly and could burn any visible or invisible matter that came into contact with it into ashes of the most basic particles, was transformed into a javelin for hunting large beasts. It was thrown from the hand of the Fifteenth Primarch from above towards the body of the Sixth Primarch, who was so close to his prey that he had no time to move away or change direction.

"Accept your final fate, you damned beast! From now on, you and your hateful words and deeds will all turn to dust!"

It seemed that even the Emperor himself was surprised by the bold behavior of the always submissive Magnus at this moment, so before the golden light arrived - or they both arrived at the same time - or the Emperor arrived one step ahead -

The vast majority of those who were fortunate enough to participate in this rally today will no longer be able to know.

Before the smoke cleared, the last thing people could see was the imperial guards wearing bright golden helmets with long red tassels and the sword-wielding women in golden armor, which were gorgeous and strange, and made people feel disgusted for no reason. They had no more scruples and rushed forward under silent orders.

Then the entire theater was emptied with extraordinary efficiency.

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"Have all the people present been dealt with?"

"Yes."

"What about those who cannot be executed?"

"A complete brainwashing has been arranged with utmost urgency. Malcador or Valdor will arrange it."

"...This is indeed your usual style. It doesn't look like this is the first time they have done this."

"This is a necessary sacrifice. How could you understand?"

"…Then do you have any way to remember or commemorate this necessary sacrifice? Even if it's something that can't be seen in public, that's fine?"

"...This matter will naturally be arranged in the hall where all kinds of heroic spirits are displayed in the imperial palace."

"Really? But I feel like you decided to build a showroom only after I asked you just now."

The body of the Fourth Primarch sat in a magnificent but deserted reception room, opposite him was the emperor who looked like a majestic father, a noble monarch and the last hope of mankind in the eyes of others.

"What do you think, 'brother'?"

The black and white plush border collie snorted gloomily with its long muzzle.

Magnus's rare uncontrolled anger had been completely exhausted by this sudden change and fact, but he still couldn't help but let out a laugh while curled up in a chair.

The way the collie glared back at him seemed to amuse him even more.

"You have come to this day, hahahaha Leman Russ!! You have turned into a dog!"

"Shut up, brother." "Perturabo" had a strange look on his face, as if he was trying hard to hold back his smile and maintain a certain degree of politeness towards his brother who had unfortunately been twisted into a dog by the psychic impact.

Telepathic communication rang out between the man and the dog.

——If you admit now that you are Perturabo, your existence as the Primarch and brother will be ruined, Pepe.

--Shut up!!!!!!!!!
(End of this chapter)