Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 647 The First Level
"I don't think he can hide this from them for long," said Leman Russ.

"Even if the All-Father were to command Perturabo in the Iron Blood (he grinned as if he was amused), even if the one I swapped places with was a brother of mine, also a Primarch, my cubs would not have been completely unaware and unresponsive. And Malcador - I think he would have noticed something, but if the All-Father was there too and didn't say anything, he would have waited and seen what happened, which is in line with his habits."

At this time, they were already seated around the table in the multi-purpose lounge of the Iron Blood's pharmacist laboratory, which had been cleaned and rearranged.

Although Russ obviously wanted to go out for a stroll, take a look at the rare internal structure of the Iron Blood, and see how people would fly spaceships ten thousand years later, the Pigeon used His last bit of majesty (and His psychic aura that only worked within the distance of the laboratory) to keep him here temporarily.

Of course, as compensation, they had to quickly put food on the table. A full Ruth would definitely be easier to talk to than a hungry one.

While waiting for the officers' mess to serve their meals, Magna took the time to comfort the master of potions who had been quietly preparing something very terrible deep in the laboratory, while also maintaining contact with Pallas, Rilano and other locations on the ship.

After observing Magna, who seemed to be in charge of the management here, for a while, Russ commented that this suspected abominable intelligence was indeed no different from Dorn in management style, at least in terms of organization and precision.

Pallas glanced at Ruth who was analyzing, thoughtfully.

"After all, the time was so tight that Perturabo had no time to prepare."

Ruth began to mutter again, and the sound reminded Pallas of the sound made by some animals trampling straw and soil in their nests.

"Even if the Allfather doesn't do anything there for the time being, he won't be able to cope if the wolves start speaking Yvik or Vorghan to each other or to him. These are slangs that only the Sons of Fenris speak, and they don't even have any obvious similarities to Low Gothic."

"Not always."

Magna, wearing the death mask of his brother that upset Russ, typed his words into the channel and displayed them - because they found that they could not unlock Perturabo's youth chat lock, and Magna decided to save the precious voice communication times, so now Pallas came forward to make a small projected subtitle scrolling screen for him in the center of the halo above his head.

As for why Pigeon was not allowed to use his powerful psychic power to simulate vocal cords or do some sound witchcraft - Pigeon said that, first of all, Magna's situation was special and could not be applied; secondly, in most cases, the way he now executed his psychic power was to be wished, and the content of the wish would be very random if it was not taken care of at all. As Perturabo said before BC disappeared, Fulgrim Pallas now sincerely downgraded Old Pigeon's rating to "not as good as Pigeon" again.

"Why? I thought that whoever Dorne was or whatever Dorne became would not think very highly of Perturabo."

Russ dug his fingers into the huge, rough wooden bowl that had been brought up from the officers' mess, turning the meat around to select the piece he wanted to take his first bite of.

The large pieces of fresh meat and tendons that were cut very neatly were steaming hot, the gravy was glistening, and the fat wrapped around his fingers. Pallas noticed that these pieces of meat were actually slightly seasoned and grilled. He thought that the taste should be similar to some kind of medium to medium-rare steak, not bad and even very tender.

But it is well known that the Space Wolves, from the Primarch to the warriors, love to eat some smelly blood food and raw food and drink the poisonous "honey wine" that can kill people. The officer mess of the Destiny Steel, which never disappoints, may be overturned this time -

Then he saw Ruth finally pick out a piece of tenderloin steak that smelled of frying fat, black pepper and other condiments from a wooden bowl as big as a basin, and stuff the whole thing into his fanged mouth. Then he let out an extremely satisfied "hmm" because of the delicious and warm gravy bursting in his mouth, and even looked like he was close to an expression of being moved and redeemed.

Um……?
Fortunately, Magna's answer drew Pallas' attention back.

Although there were still a few places on his golden armor shell that were slightly deformed by Russ's attack and had not yet fully recovered, these surface damages did not affect Magna's normal functions. A line of flashing rhetorical questions now appeared on his double-headed eagle iron halo.

"If there is one thing I have not doubted for a long time, it must be the amount of things Perturabo knows about this universe. Although we have sworn revenge on each other and have been the attackers and defenders on the battlefield, things in the universe will never remain unchanged after being changed by the greatest magician of time. - For example, is your relationship with Leon really as bad as others and he think? Russ?"

This made the Wolf King stop swallowing the sixth grilled steak. He put the rune-carved gold-horned cup in his hand into the cup holder, narrowed his eyes suspiciously, and looked carefully at Magna's metal face again, whose nose had been knocked crooked by him and then restored to its original state.

"Well, Dorn, if I ever find out that you've been playing some childish game of house with me in this metal shell, and are still pretending to be something you're not, I swear I'll tell every Imperial Fist I meet that you're a house-playing girl, and I'll tell our chroniclers to write it down on parchment and other things. Stop pretending!"

The words flashed again. "There is no such thing as a disguise, Leman Russ. At this point in time in the universe, Rogal Dorn, the source of my personality simulation, is dead everywhere and legally. He has entered into an eternal darkness and a journey of no return. As I just told you, like many of our brothers, my original body is dead. The me of today is just a simulation of his personality and way of speaking created by Perturabo."

A dark and gloomy look like a storm suddenly enveloped Ruth's face. He threw the steak in his hand back into the large wooden bowl and picked up the napkin beside him to wipe his hands.

"Don't say that." He muttered, "Although most of them don't like me or even hate me, I still don't like to hear this kind of news. I also don't like to hear this blasphemous description of Rogge's soul. If the All-Father hadn't stopped me, I would have torn you into a pile of parts and poured promethium on you."

"You have to listen even if you don't want to." Magna's metal mask remained motionless. "If I don't tell you something, will you stay here obediently?"

"Humph." Ruth turned his face to the pigeon that was secretly pecking at the bacon and baked potatoes on the edge of the bowl on the table, "Can't I just stay here quietly for the sake of Allfather?"

"According to my calculations, if I don't explain the pros and cons to you, the chances of you grabbing him and running away when we're not prepared and messing up the Iron Blood are higher, by nearly 20 percentage points."

"Hush," said Pallas. "They've summoned representatives of the Space Wolves!"

So the people in the room once again focused their attention on the scene that was happening in Nicaea ten thousand years ago.

————————————So, Pepe, what are our next plans now?

Ramizarn sat in his own seat using the shell of the Fourth Primarch, seemingly lost in thought because of the waiting and the heat of the magma outside the surrounding obsidian walls.

Anyway, after all the previous operations, the difference between this and a complete break-up is probably that he still has the power to fight against Him, which serves as a relatively suitable stepping stone for the Emperor.

And in his unfinished words in the theater, he left the last fig leaf to Lao Deng, and they both knew this very well.

Therefore, he looked like an ordinary person who was just relaxing and daydreaming here, completely different from the people around him who were trying their best to maintain their demeanor.

However, Ramizarn was not actually in a daze. The reason he looked staring blankly was because he was communicating frequently with Perturabo BC in his mind.

——Why are you asking me this now? Shepherd sneered in his heart, when you appeared in front of the whole theater in a dramatic way like a real legendary hero, and then stopped the old man's thunder blade with just one finger, I thought you had thought about the consequences of doing so.

--Uh.

- And, since it's clear that He can't kill you, I suggest you just kill them all now, then announce that you are the new master of the rest, then immediately get us back to the Iron Blood, leave anyone else you want to kill on the ground of Nikaea, and finally, order the 124th and 125th Expeditionary Fleets to fire all their ammunition at the ground of the planet. This way, all the trouble will be over immediately. I bet the results of this will not be very disappointing. That's it. Instead of expecting me to come up with a plan for what to do next as soon as I show up. Where would I have time for such a plan? If you ask me, this is the most traditional battle plan for us in Olympia in this situation.

——Your plan sounds really tempting. Don't tempt me with such a plan, Pepe. I won't be able to resist the temptation. Well, to be honest, I had no choice at that time. Either I believe that I can hedge against Lao Deng based on my guesses and reasoning, or I will be caught by the guards and thrown into the lava like a poor guy caught by the witch hunters. If it is the wild wolves, the situation may be even worse. This will definitely implicate the iron warriors I brought with me, everyone on Olympia, and maybe anyone I talked to here - what can I do? Instead of that, I might as well try to see if I can hedge against Lao Deng based on the content of my reasoning. As you can see, I succeeded!
--Really?

The shepherd's eyes were full of suspicion and vigilance.

- Just by reasoning that you can do it, can you really use one finger to resist the lightning and thunder sent down on you by the most powerful psychics and wizards in human history in public?
——How do you know... Is this not possible? But I think that according to the various clues I have obtained since I came here and the successful results of the experiment on Soltan, you and your brother... at least your body and "position" have a chance to fight against Him after you understand your essence. Because you...

—Shh. The sheepdog's eyes showed a hint of alertness.

Ramizane's eyes swept over the Emperor and Magnus who were staring at the two of them.

-Don't mention any of this here, Perturabo BC warned, as Magnus was still closely connected to the fabric of his destiny.

A loud announcement of the names of the guardsmen came from outside the gate. With the lingering sound of the last name, the exquisitely carved golden bronze gate opened to both sides, and a team of Astartes with a mortal walked in.

Everyone waiting in the room turned their eyes to them.

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As Valdor himself led several Space Wolves Lords, Wolf Priests and a slender mortal into the hall where they were, and the visitors knelt and saluted and whispered reverently for the Emperor's presence, Perturabo BC began to observe the mortal and quickly came to his own conclusion.

- Transformation, without a doubt, a full-body transformation, not something that ordinary people can access. It may be advanced rejuvenation surgery and something else, more of which I cannot tell without the help of other things.

——Why do you say that? He looks strong and healthy, with no signs of any cybernetic implants or injuries.

——He looks too young and strong. If the Terra file you found in my database in LOGOS is correct, he should be at least nearly ninety years old, and he has been injured and should have mechanical implants.

——Almost ninety years old? Wait, this mortal, this Gasperhauser, even if the life expectancy of humans has increased, he definitely looks no more than thirty years old, and the condition of his hair, muscles and skin is also very young.

——Well... although the recorder may not be gentle and refined, they may also be very strong, but this is not the point. The condition of this person's skin has been repaired throughout the body, and compare his two eyes.

Ramizane looked over after hearing this, and he immediately noticed that the right eye of this mortal was different from his left eye. His right eye was golden with a black pupil, just like...

——The color and shape of his right eye are not what he was originally supposed to have. It is more like the eye of a descendant of Russ, right? But according to the information, his eyes have never been injured, and there are no signs of surgery or implants around his eye sockets. My experience and intuition tell me that there must be something strange here that we don’t know yet.

——Then how can we find out? As Leman Russ, wouldn't it alert them if you asked directly?

——Before that.

The sheepdog turned his gaze thoughtfully to the end of the salute, and at the command of the Marshal of the Guards, he looked up to see their wolves and mortals.

——Before we start talking, we have the first hurdle to overcome for these wolf cubs.

(End of this chapter)