Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 644 Extra: Perturabo's New Neighbor (Part )
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Leman Russ, Primarch of the VI Legion, Space Wolves.

Just as the Legion's past reputation and literal name suggested, from the time he landed in Fenris to the time he was discovered by the Emperor and brought back to Terra, and even in the two hundred years of the Great Crusade that followed, or even longer, he had always been known to the world for his appearance and behavior as the king of tribesmen, the barbarian chieftain, the leader of the hunting pack, or the king of beasts.

Even most of his brothers thought so, that Russ was just a drunken and fighting brute, loyal, jealous of others' talents (?), and always liked to sleep with smelly beasts.

It can be said that Leman Russ was, at least to some extent, quite dedicated and successful in his job.

So for the first hour in this tiny apartment, there was still only Leman Russ, the Wolf Lord of Fenris.

But when he watched the entire visit from next door through the peephole and recognized who the visitor and the black and white dog were, and took a little time to confirm that there should be only him and that unpopular brother here for the time being——

The animalistic exterior faded away like the tide in just a few minutes.

Now sitting on the mattress and thinking, Leman Russ looked wise and calm, even with a strong sense of world-weariness and fatigue, and he was just short of holding a lit cigarette.

"Kraken's asshole," he muttered deep in his throat. "How did things turn out like this?"

Then he began to touch various parts of his body as if he remembered something.

His weapon...

"No." He sat back down, half frustrated and half relieved. "So..."

——So, what about Perturabo who just turned into a dog and was even "raised" by people?

Was this some kind of ultimate sorcery? Perhaps some Tzeentch, some Carlos, or some changeling, jokingly plotting in the shadows, or maybe even some dark god himself, who had trapped him in a fantasy that felt so real to all senses that he hadn't even had time to blink in his real world?
Korus had just tried every method of exorcism he knew, including but not limited to drawing exorcism runes on the symbolic meaning of "door" and then passing through it six and nine times repeatedly, which was a very primitive trick but effective in Fenris and other places.

Damn, I wish I had a rune priest around right now.

Although the art of the Warp is dark, evil, and dangerous, and will haunt anyone who uses psychic powers for the rest of their lives, as long as one does not gulp down poison wine as if it were mead like the arrogant fool Magnus and drink it all the time, but instead treats any mysterious dark art with awe, "only taking the part you need and not being curious about the rest."

At this time, this skill will become quite useful when used to kill or deal with the Unliving and the Ancients.

——Well, it is impossible for Magnus and his nerdy sons not to be curious about other parts. Therefore, in order to effectively improve the safety level, those psychics should be burned, or at least locked up on that planet, without the opportunity to leave, so that they can be easily prepared at any time. Instead of allowing such a place to continuously produce legion warriors, and even take warships to various parts of the galaxy, and let their physiques be genetically enhanced, the corresponding psychic part will become more difficult, which is not conducive to management and timely elimination of hidden dangers.

Sorcery users should be eliminated at the first sign of being discovered, rather than having to go through the trouble of eliminating them after giving them bolters and power armor.

This is the idea of ​​Leman Russ, direct, cold, efficient and very hypocritical in a very consistent way.

However, there is a more important and pressing issue at hand.

He is hungry.

Leman Russ was hungry.

And I'm very thirsty.

He stood up and tried again to break the solid shackles so that he could go out to find some food and fresh water and scout out more of the surrounding environment, but it was still useless.

This steel door was installed in this seemingly ordinary house for some reason, but its difficulty in cracking is far greater than its location and the decoration layout of the room.

"Damn it, this door should be in the Fang instead of here!"

After trying to pry the door open for the sixth time, but with his current strength he only scratched the paint and revealed the thick steel plate underneath, Russ returned to the window and what looked like a balcony.

Did he not think of going out the window? Not at all! The window looked like it was not designed to let anything bigger than a bird through!

- Who can tell him why all the windows here are installed with welded, thick, solid, impenetrable steel cages?
Could it be that, although this small house looks very comfortable, ordinary and full of life at first glance, it is actually used to detain prisoners under house arrest or people who need to be isolated for observation?
If Perturabo also lived in the same iron cage, Leman Russ would begin to wonder whether Rogal Dorn was involved in all these strange events - although it seemed that the Primarch of the Imperial Fists would never betray his duties, how many of the dirty jobs taken by the Space Wolves seemed reasonable and likely?
In that case, we can only see if there is anything useful in the depths of this room.

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"Bang! Crackle!!!"

“Woof! Woof woof woof!!!”

Someone who was sitting at his desk, squinting his eyes and carefully putting eyes on the model man in his hand, was frightened by the sudden series of loud noises. His heart trembled, and then his hand shook.

"Ah-ah!" Ramizane quickly reached out to grab the thinner and a pointed cotton swab to try to save the results of his three-day application. After a series of hectic remedial measures, he murmured in dissatisfaction.

Of course, first of all, he had to give that bastard a slap on the head for giving his heart a sudden impact.

"Perturabo!! I told you to only shout when there's someone suspicious at the door! Don't shout suddenly and scare people like this!"

The black and white shepherd dog curled up his tail in dissatisfaction, but considering that people were under the eaves, he still suppressed his temper and folded his ears, pretending that he understood. Then he shook his head and wagged his tail to appease the human in front of him, and then he turned to the direction next door thoughtfully: What is going on next door? It must be a living thing that made the noise just now. When was the vacant house rented out? And what is this strong smell?

Perturabo BC sniffed his sensitive nose. New neighbors? Smells terrible. Cooking? Wait, raw meat? Canned food? With strong liquor? What kind of way is this? So bold? Why is the smell of liquor so strong?
He glanced at Ramizane who was muttering, "If this happens again, it will almost ruin my morale, so I'm going to go knock on the door to argue with him," and wondered when Clarks would fly to his balcony next time so that he could look out the next window - yes, this guy hasn't appeared as often recently due to the construction nearby.

The main reason was that the uncles who used to invite him to dinner every morning moved to a gathering place that was farther away but had more birds, which resulted in Clarks taking longer to fly to the windows of his brothers' homes.

Now, the 19th Primarch continues to tease the old uncles every day and receives a lot of rewards - "This is because I can get a lot of the latest news and gossip from them!" The more lively and talkative little brother now tells them righteously, "It's not because they specially brought me live mealworms, peeled and cut fruits, and super delicious shrimp meatballs!"

——Okay, okay, I can totally understand that the food on Vigil and in Raven Tower must not be very good. If you say it's not good, then it's not good. It's not shameful to be conquered by the taste of the shrimp meatballs that the retired uncle of Seris spent time researching.

Even so, Clarks was still the most reliable liaison and scout, and Perturabo still wanted to wait for him before he came.

Magnus, who also had wings... couldn't be relied upon at all! His chattering brother hadn't appeared for a long time. Who knew he was in some library again, forgetting to eat or sleep.

Fortunately, people in this city are quite friendly towards the birds that appear in the library, so there is no need to worry too much about him starving to death or being killed... I just hope that no wild cats will appear when he is too engrossed in reading.

As for Lorgar, who lived near them, this red-bellied squirrel would now appear from time to time, wandering around the water pipes, cables and overhead lines between street lamps and treetops between the brothers' residences. Strictly speaking, it was also very convenient for passing messages and observation.

But Perturabo still wouldn't give Lorgar priority.

He always smiled and seldom spoke to this man, but according to Clarks, he was still somewhat cautious about doing things or delivering messages to his brothers who had already lived on the roofs of some religious temples - not to mention those old grudges that would definitely make people afraid of the ropes for ten years. Anyone who had seen Lorgar command the squirrels to act like a legion company last time would be cautious about him!
Where on earth did this guy learn these command modes? From the perspective of the other brothers, many of his military operation details are not exactly the same as those of the previous 17th Legion, but can also be said to have nothing to do with it. The new command mode is more concise and efficient... and very professional and modern. It is obvious that it is an imitation of some mature system, and it is definitely not something that Lorgar could come up with on his own.

So where did this guy learn all this in this city?
The free son of the grove, the noble master of the Wandering Court, the golden-haired Knight King, His Highness Lion El'Jonson had already begun investigating this suspicious matter.

According to what Leon said when he visited last time, his search area has been gradually narrowed to the vicinity of Lorgar's residence. However, not only are there many temples there, but there are also crisscrossing water networks, which is extremely unfavorable for a golden Maine to move during the day. At night, the river is a dangerous problem that requires a detour.

Both Robouti Guilliman and Angron had their own poop-shoveling attendants, and their respective owners were very careful and cautious. Angron's size was also very eye-catching on the street, and he was indeed not suitable for this kind of work.

Conrad Coates continued his pattern of occasionally delivering a long speech and then continuing to eat, tear up toys, tear up toys, and continue to eat and sleep. As a long-haired cow cat, you can't ask for more from him when it comes to keeping him beautiful, neat and docile.

Rogal Dorn had recently been traveling with his master, in their beautiful sunset yellow and black car, which he even calmly referred to as "his mountain array" at the party! Ugh! Perturabo would never envy Rogal Dorn! ... Damn, if only this country could allow driving vehicles without a license.

Of course, there won't be too many accidents for Fulgrim in the zoo. He only needs to pose in front of the tourists on his peninsula every day, and occasionally show off his crown and long legs. I wonder what Ferrus will feel when he finally goes around in a big circle and connects to the surveillance camera... Can Ferrus move faster!
After Mortarion was brought out last time, his reliable offspring Fricks later sent him to the VIP room of the Exotic Pet Hospital. It is said that Fricks paid for a whole year's recuperation for him because he was worried that he would not be able to return in time. Therefore, Mortarion is now apparently safe and has food and drink, and can continue his meditation attempts.

As for Vulkan, who has only been able to communicate through the glass window with combat gestures so far... as an amphibian reptile, he hibernated in a very seasonal manner.

Alas! Magnus! Alas! Clarks! Alas! This feeling of powerlessness, of having so many talented people under your command but no one to command, seems to have returned to the orbit above Terra!
"Bang! Crack! Crack!!"

...What's going on next door? Are they brewing liquor? The Vollsted Act shouldn't be enforced in this place...?
"What's going on next door?"

Ramizane pinched his model wing and screamed at a crooked paint mark on it, "I can't stand it! I'm going to go to the neighbor to argue! Why do you always do this?! - Don't go, Pepe, just wait for me at home."

...No, take me with you. I can help you scare the neighbors and see what's going on. From the series of events just now, I have a bad feeling.

Perturabo BC, who was isolated outside the fence and watched Ramizarn change his shoes and go out with regret, thought so.

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"Cough, cough, cough! Cough, cough!"

Hiss—ah! This wine is so strong! Ruth narrowed his tipsy eyes and blew hard into the bottle in his hand.

This is a good thing. He found it deep in the cupboard of this house.

It looks like plain water, but when you open the bottle it smells as strong as Rand's antifreeze! And drinking it tastes more like the flames of the Hrafnkel's thrusters!
Although there was no honey wine or fresh meat here, after finding the freezer and liquor, Russ found that it was quite nice to drink the sliced ​​meat of some large livestock (unfortunately there was not much blood) and this fragrant grain liquor, but...

Uh...how...a little...

"Aaaaaaaaaa!!!"

Before he passed out, the solid iron door seemed to have finally been opened from the outside. There seemed to be more than one figure at the door, and one of them rushed towards him...

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"Oh, my God. Pepe, you can't imagine." After watching the excitement next door, Ramizane slipped back to their apartment and muttered to his Border Collie who had been waiting for a long time.

"Hello again, the new neighbor next door has a beautiful big Alaskan. This guy, wow! It was him who made the noise just now! When we opened the door and went in, we saw that he not only opened the refrigerator and ate the beef slices, but also drank the Wuliangye liquor in the house! What a prodigal son! Look, he was rushed to the hospital immediately!"

Ramizane walked into the room muttering, "…Poor Mr. Bi, his wallet must be bleeding…"

Wait? Mr. Bi? Alaska?
(End of this chapter)