Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 649 Contradiction
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Obviously, the wolf cub Wild Bear must have some extraordinary qualities to be praised by Leman Russ ten thousand years later.

The Son of Fenris was still half-kneeling, and in a voice that was extremely respectful but bold enough for everyone in the hall to hear, he declared that he still wanted to personally verify that the creature before him was their Alpha Wolf and Primarch.

Although when Othrel retreated back to them, he had exchanged opinions with Orn Evilwinter and other priests, believing that the subtle sense of distance between the Primarch and his descendants might be due to the "evil witchcraft" that temporarily "severed the great connection between us", because "there is no doubt that Russ is not dead, and the soul of the Primarch is contained in the witchcraft form before us. It is true, our noses and runes tell us so."

Of course, no one would ask what "the rune told them" meant at this time, except... Magnus sat there after laughing, and after hearing this sentence, he finally slowly came to his senses and began to sneer.

But when the fifteenth Primarch was about to stand up and say something again with a beaming face, a hand reached out and held him down.

LOGOS's iron palm pressed against Magnus' red skin, and a wave of trembling like tiny sparks spread along the place where they touched to most of his body. Magnus looked in horror at "Perturabo" who was holding him down.

It's like an indescribable throbbing joy of reunion, and also like the cleansing of the mind and body when one climbs to the highest peak and welcomes the rising sun shining on the body.

Magnus once again looked at Perturabo, with whom he once had a good relationship but who suddenly made him feel both strange and familiar. The latter also turned his head towards him, just at an angle that the Emperor and most people could not see.

Then he saw Perturabo winking at him vividly from under one end of the cable, which obviously meant: Good brother, wait.

The fifteenth Primarch immediately froze in place as Ramizarn wished.

However, it is hard to say whether it is because Magnus accurately understood Wink's meaning.

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"Oh, he's frightened of him, Magnus."

The lounge was filled with the rich, sweet aroma of fine wine. The Royal Court Steward had already asked the Master of Pharmacy for some wine-making chemicals and had placed them in Fearless's storage compartment, while he stood guard outside the door with concern.

Pigeons - Pallas suspected that Old Den could not resist the temptation and secretly took a few sips of the mead in the decanter beside him, because the white doves wearing golden laurel crowns began to squat in Magnar Dorn's shoulder armor, shrank into a white dove ball and began to mutter to themselves, saying something that only he could understand. The flowers on all the decorations in the hall began to turn into a uniform blooming rose. The ground and walls began to glow with golden light. The shadows of some exquisite and precious ancient handicrafts emerged here, and their artistic style has continued from tens of thousands of years ago to the present day - Fulgrim, with his appreciation, believed that these things might be from the artworks dedicated to the throne room ten thousand years ago or Old Den's past collections - but these changes were not stable. There was a thin layer of mist on all the changes, and the reflections of gold, marble, ivory and bronze flickered like a broken old display.

It's a pity that no one here today is a word master, otherwise Pallas really wants to know what shocking secret this old Deng, who was the first to verify what Ramizann told them, the Seres proverb "truth comes out after drinking", would reveal.

The person he and Magna wanted to get drunk had obviously not reached his limit yet. Russ was sighing, pinching the cup, patting his belly and talking.

"Sometimes he is so timid that he would be frightened by such trivial things, but sometimes he is so timid that he dares to easily and personally touch even the most untouchable and unsupervised things in the warp. Now... it may be a little late to say this, but he should not have been left alone for so long. He should have been welcomed back to Terra as soon as he was discovered, and sent to his tower, with the Sisters of Silence guarding the key to the tower, just like the treasure guarded in the legend. Ha! But our father would not agree, and it is impossible for him to do so. His grand plan was originally short of manpower than the planned... Alas..."

The demigod with reddish-blonde hair exhaled a sweet and warm aroma of wine from between his fangs, and his pale skin with a few freckles was already stained red from the suspicious drunkenness.

Leman Russ had already drunk the Iron Blood special mead, which theoretically could definitely knock out a Primarch, but his huge body sat straighter and his posture became more elegant, a dangerous elegance that could not be concealed by his fangs, wolfskin waistcoat, and armor engraved with runes. The lazy Fenris Ice Wolf was wafting away from his body like the smell of steaming dog.

Fulgrim Pallas rubbed his sore eyes - he had to drink a little to persuade the others to drink - did he see Russ showing a melancholy and thoughtful expression just now? That kind of expression he had only occasionally seen in people like... Akurduna?

The young Phoenix thought of the final outcome of his predecessor, the Second Captain, and the terrible things that happened to him and his other sons afterwards. Under the influence of the special alcohol, he could not help but allow a trace of nostalgic sadness to slide across his face.

When he put away his momentary nostalgia for his old friend and looked carefully again, the sad poet and thinker in Ruth's seat had completely disappeared. The only thing left was the half-drunk, giggling, heartlessly happy savage hunter, but he was holding a delicate and fragile glass goblet in his hand, which was very disproportionate, and he was swaying there to appreciate the amber luster of a new glass of mead.

"Grand plan?" Magna Dorn spoke suddenly and unexpectedly, not sparing his precious time to speak.

At this moment, the electronic sound he modulated sounded so much like the stern brother in Fulgrim's memory, as if Dorn's ghost was gathering in this room and resurrecting in this unliving body. The young phoenix turned his shocked light lavender eyes wide and turned to his companions. "Indeed, our father also mentioned his grand blueprint to me. These, above Invit, on the Phalanx, he personally promised me a beautiful future, a beautiful era, when humans will be the masters of the galaxy, without the alien races and monsters that are eyeing us, and without the heretics and dissidents who try to threaten all this peace and beauty. Science, progress, selfless sharing and cooperation will bring mankind into an unprecedented era of happiness and peace."

"Really?" Leman Russ tilted his head and squinted at Magna Dorn's metal mask. "Did he tell you that? No wonder you're so devoted! This is just what you want... Did he also tell you that everyone should be equal and happy?"

"He said so," Magna replied calmly. "He said that as the only and rightful emperor of the human empire, the emperor of mankind, he would fight unceasingly for the welfare and enlightenment of mankind in order to save all mankind from the terrible darkness and the terror of the old night. He would be the flame that would relight civilization for the ignorant people and lost worlds. Until the day when his ambition is fully realized, his decrees will spread to every corner of the galaxy, and no one will be able to prevent mankind from achieving permanent peace. Before that, we will all become his helpers and fight with him, facing this galaxy that is still full of enemies and aliens, until the seas are clear and the rivers are calm, and the world is at peace."

Fulgrim gave a short laugh. "At least he was right about lighting the fire. He did it."

The pigeon flapped its wings in dissatisfaction, stood up and fell headfirst onto Phoenix's head ("Oh damn Old Deng, what are you doing!"), continuing to roar something loudly in pigeon language, while using its thin red claws to pull Phoenix's white hair and try to pull it off his scalp.

Russ put down the wine glass with only a little residue left at the bottom. Under the fur of the black wolf head, a pensive human face appeared again - surrounded by blood-stained golden hair, and the hair near the face was finely braided into braids, with gold, teeth and bone crafts and runes made by him hanging at the end. Even though he closed his mouth now, one could see the fangs on his gums bulging slightly from his thin lips and facial expressions, which made him look more like a beast that was thinking.

Fulgrim suddenly noticed that the Wolf King had one detail that stood out in the full barbarian monarchy: his beard. There was not a single hair on his face, which was meticulously shaved clean. Russ's chin was extremely smooth and had no shaving scars, indicating that the owner of the beard must have shaved it frequently, regularly, carefully, and with a steady hand - he did not grow long beards like his senior officers, wolf attendants, or heroic spirits, either wild or carefully groomed, coated with wax, braided into a beard or raised like a walrus's tooth.

Among this pack of wolves, all covered in fur, leather, and hair, Russ was the only one who shaved his beard so cleanly.

"In a way, he did not lie." The Wolf King finally spoke again, speaking slowly in a cold, low but calm tone.

He spoke High Gothic perfectly, with strict grammar and no thick Fenrisian accent, but with a perfect imitation of Terran accent. Pallas suddenly realized that Russ had just drunk the last glass of wine that made him truly drunk.

"But everything he said to you, to me, to everyone is actually contradictory," the Wolf King looked at the Wolf Lords and Wolf Priests who were meeting one by one on Nikaea. The power armor and weapons on each of them were the crystallization of imperial craftsmanship and advanced technology, representing the achievements and wisdom of mankind in science and technology; but they decorated and covered them with ashes, herbs, furs, golden amulets, superstitious runes, and beast teeth or claws that were believed to bring good luck and drive away evil spirits, showing what they really believed in their hearts. "Just like me and my companions, me and my descendants. We are just the best embodiment of the contradictions in his words, deceiving ourselves and others."

"Why did you do that to Magnus and his Thousand Sons if you knew that well?"

"I told you, they are too deep, Magnus... they are too deeply involved. There is no doubt that they are not without problems. We can't wait any longer, we must take action against them - I don't think Horus can suppress them like my father did. Before my father returns to continue his work, we must put an end to this matter, make sure Magnus can obey the verdict, and make sure everything is under control. Of course, Nikea was originally chosen for him to... defend more vigorously. My father and we have never underestimated his power. But we still hope that things can be resolved in a relatively loss-free range. After all, I have taken on enough dirty work, and he can't afford to lose."

Russ turned his frost-blue eyes toward Magna Dorn, trying to find any sign of soul in those lifeless electronic eyes.

"Do you understand what I am saying? You should understand, Dorn, or you would not have remained silent in the box. You should have read the report that was urgently submitted to the Emperor by the Guards and my descendants. After we put Hawser, the spy who had been tampered with, on ice for nineteen years. Although the other brothers have also read our analysis of him during this period and the layers of clues, the analysis of his birth, whereabouts, and every change in his life in the decades before he came to Fenris - then we caught the decisive evidence in Nikaea, we Here Hawser was released as a decoy tied to a stake. And the bait was a success, as we used him to draw out the man behind the scenes. A Captain of the Thousand Sons, using sorcery on Nicaea, possessing the Custodes, pulling the strings on the bard's soul from beyond the reach of the Sisters of Silence. As a personal attendant to his Primarch, Amon's actions and words are proof of how far and how boldly the Thousand Sons and my brothers have gone down the dark path without warning, and he must be ordered solemnly, severely, and completely to stop whatever he is doing."

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"verify."

The black and white sheepdog coldly typed the word on the screen, using not the sacred Hearth Language of the Sons of Fenris but the war language, Volgan, which was the language used by the Sons of Fenris on the battlefield. Obviously, Wild Bear's speech was indeed too bold.

"Wild Bear, are you doubting the facts your All-Father told you, or are you doubting the priests' interpretation of the runes?"

But the black and white tyrant suddenly laughed wildly in his seat, and although it sounded more like the barking of an animal than laughter, the laughter was transmitted to every corner of the hall without diminishing in the slightest, and small flames were ignited in the golden eyes of the wild wolves in front of him. They did not care that they were in the presence of the emperor, and responded to the barking with wild shouts, from small to loud voices, beating their breastplates and stamping their feet.

"Good boy! Let him verify it!" A line of Vorgin annotated in Low Gothic appeared on the display screen, "You wolf cubs, this is how it should be! The Wolf of Fenris (Vlka Fenryka) is always alert! Let me beat you all until you tuck your tails between your legs, and then you will know who is your alpha wolf!"

It was obvious that the Emperor of Mankind did not want to do anything, but the smiling face of Ramezane - the light filled with pride, pride, trust and other dazzling emotions on "Perturabo"'s face also froze Him in place.

(End of this chapter)