Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 653 Objection? The first reconciliation! -
The duel was over. As the people in the box left or fell into deep thought, the black and white fluffy "Leman Russ" heroically jumped onto the backpack of the dizzy and bloody wild bear, and announced that since the brat had lost, he would now be his mount. Although most people thought that this was an act of publicizing his own status and that "Leman Russ" was indeed a barbarian monarch, a certain trident and war blacksmith might have felt a little sour about this, and at the same time he was even more disgusted with his own strange mentality and felt ashamed to face the beloved father of genes.

Then, the pack of wolves noisily surrounded their leader, who was sitting on the wild bear's backpack, and went to the hall filled with thousands of wolves to "let these little bastards be quiet for a while."

The few remaining people who were qualified to participate in the discussion of "Imperial Affairs" returned to the hall where they were previously. The others were specifically asked by Ramizarn to wait outside the hall, ready to be summoned at any time.

Now, they have temporarily solved the identity problem of "Leman Russ";

This was equivalent to solving the issue of life and death of the three members of the Sixth Corps, and who would provide them with food and drink (?);

At the same time, it also solved the problem that the number of the Emperor's twenty good sons was still maintained at eighteen, maintaining the symmetry of ninety-nine;
The remaining conflicts among the people gathered in Nicaea now focus on three things:
1. The Emperor's verdict on Magnus earlier today is that from today onwards, all established Legion think tank departments and positions will be abolished, relevant combatants must return to their original companies as ordinary soldiers, and the Primarch and the Astartes Legion are prohibited from using psychic powers in combat. Otherwise, they will receive the three-piece gift package of "Emperor's eternal hatred", "Kill all your son's subordinates" and "Imprison you for life and make you regret betraying me". Does this still count?

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"This matter was the original intention of the Council of Nikea and the only one held here, so it is necessary to bring it up first. This is not actually proposed to my father who has reached some kind of suspicious reconciliation and... my brother who has changed a lot, but a bait for some people who were not originally front-line supporters." - said a person who was watching his own legion smoothly change hands and become a dog in the hands of his fourth brother ten thousand years later.

Pallas had now begun to doubt whether Leman Russ was still tasting wine because he was really drunk, or whether he could use this as an excuse to be a different person.

And Magna... uh, you mean this Magna, the one he once thought was his best friend, is he okay with it? Did Ferrus Manus and Fulgrim Ishtar know that there was something wrong with Magna Dorn when they left him here?

When he thought that there was even a possibility that the person who was ignorant and very cute at first, who followed him to learn to skip school, drill holes in the river to rob bird nests, sneak into bars, and drive fast was the Terran guard Rog Dorn himself, a layer of fine goose bumps uncontrollably appeared on Fulgrim Pallas's skin, and he couldn't help rubbing his arms to make the feeling subside quickly.

Then, as soon as he raised his head, he shuddered again under the half-smiling gaze of the Wolf King's gray-blue eyes and Magna's orchid-colored eyepieces.

[Gutai swearing], I suddenly feel so weak, pitiful, and helpless. Who can save me? ! Phoenix Guard! Ancient Sage! Save me!
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Originally, after the verdict was handed down, everyone in Nikaea would scatter like birds and beasts, and once the Mechanicus removed the large environmental stabilization device, the volcanic lava would surge into the theater, the underground passages, and the halls. Finally, if the new planet experienced a few more major geological plate movements, this place would completely disappear under the high temperature and pressure deep in the mantle.
And with the complete disappearance of this special trial venue, the result of this trial will definitely become unreliable in everyone's mind.

However, because of the sudden intrusion of the Fourth Primarch's terrifying smile (and because he revealed the Emperor's thunder with one finger, the powerful offspring he brought with him, and the two expeditionary fleets that surrounded the Nikea system and the people and ships inside), and the Emperor's strange and tolerant attitude towards this "ignorant, rebellious and bad guy who always worries His Majesty" (the words of a certain Marshal of the Guards), this judgment would most likely be invalid if no one objected before the meeting adjourned.

——After all, we called everyone here from all over Terra and the universe just to do this. But we didn't expect that in order to be witnesses, many of them couldn't go back, or even if they could go back, they deleted it after a long time.

Well, since we have come to this point anyway, with the scope of witnesses being greatly reduced and the content being controllable (?), it is not impossible to modify the verdict as needed and release everyone.

“I have objections!!!”

At this point, the situation had developed to the point where they had to confront each other immediately or Magnus would go unpunished (?), and the one who stood up to the evil psychic forces was none other than——

Mortarion, the Primarch of the Death Guard Legion, Legion number 14, born in Barbarus, this Lord of Death gritted his teeth, stood up suddenly, and shouted his opposition loudly!

"Not surprising at all." Ramizane said carelessly in the shell of the Lord of Steel, "I was wondering how long you could endure this!"

"Shut up! You tyrant who is helping the evil! You short-sighted person who can't tell right from wrong! You unclean person who is bending the law for personal gain to protect Magnus and his witchcraft! I originally thought that since there is not even a think tank department in the legion, you are at least our tacit supporter. Who knew that you are actually the biggest witchcraft heretic lurking among us!"

The hood that the Lord of Death wore all year round was almost about to slip off the edge because of his grief-stricken shaking of his head. His pale and withered face, like a corpse, was illuminated by the pink sky above Mount Nikea, turning it into a light gray-pink. The brass incense burner ball hanging in front of his armor emitted wisps of white smoke of Barbaryus poison gas, lingering around him and blurring his face.

"Perturabo! You should be with us!" Mortarion's voice was filled with unbelievable anger. "Come back! Stand with us! Admit your mistakes! There are still very few psykers in your legion, and you have every chance to correct it! We have every chance to prevent Magnus from indulging in his evil sorcery and going further and further down the dark and destructive path!"

Then everyone saw that the Lord of Steel, who always had a stern face as if someone owed him 65 million years of project money, rolled his eyes in a very human and ungraceful manner.

"What are you talking about, Mortarion? Can you clean up your own ass before you talk about other people's evil witchcraft? Do you dare to put your own witchcraft here in the open? Do you want me to speak it out for everyone to judge?"

Magnus was already furious at Mortarion's words that completely convicted him and said it was for his own good. His eyes were blue like lightning and mottled purple-brown. However, the words of his good brother, who was now ranked No. 1 in his mind, made the Red King suppress his anger immediately and decided to throw the psychic spear at Mortarion after listening to him. He was just too curious! He wanted to improve... He wanted to know what Perturabo was going to say!

"You speak!" The Pale Lord paused behind his breathing mask for a moment, then roared horribly, "You speak! Perturabo! I have nothing to hide! The oath I swore when I testified against Magnus and his descendants still stands! As long as I live, the Death Guard will not be tainted by any sorcerer or psyker!"

Ramezane looked at the tall, proud, proud, and confident Primarch of the Death Guard with a look that was almost pity. Then he spoke.

"Really? Then Mortarion, you can also swear here in front of everyone that the Barbarus Overlord Nakre who adopted you for many years - do you dare to swear that he is not an alien who knows psychic sorcery?"

The Pale King's expression seemed to quickly change into something more horrible than the corpse that sank to the bottom of the swamp.

People couldn't help but hold their breath, fearing that if they breathed a little harder, the Lord of Death, who looked like he was about to turn into an active volcano, would erupt.

The sound of flapping wings broke the extreme silence in the hall.

When many people turned their eyes to the warrior who dared to speak, they saw Sanguinius' handsome but pale face surrounded by long red-gold hair.

The brave and noble Primarch of the Blood Angels blinked and tried to force out a smile in each direction to comfort the other party. "I'm fine, I'm just... I'm just too surprised by this matter. Everyone, don't pay attention to me."

Mortarion let out a roar that sounded like a monster, crying, laughing, and angry, and was about to raise his scythe to charge at Ramezane. This time, Magnus suddenly had an idea, and he immediately raised a psychic barrier three meters in front of his good brother, blocking Mortarion who was rushing towards "Perturabo" in anger.

"With me here, you can speak boldly! Perturabo!" The Red King shouted enthusiastically, "He can't try to silence you with violence and brutal actions! I know that you are the most knowledgeable scholar in the entire galaxy besides me! No matter what little secrets he has, you are no problem!"

Ramizarn was so scared by what he said that he was covered in sweat. When he said "the most knowledge" and "little secrets", Ramizarn swore that he definitely received four death gazes from Old Man Huang, Malcador, Fu Meifeng and the archangel.

Damn, Magnus, please stop being such a bad teammate!

But when he turned his head angrily, Magnus's single eye shone with a beautiful blue light, dotted with brown, and a hint of green flowing at the bottom of his eye.

Magnus's expression and gesture seemed extremely sincere and genuine. He believed from the bottom of his heart that he was shouting this sentence to cheer for his good brother who had come from afar to rescue him!
"[Gutai swearing], okay, I think you definitely have to thank Uthelma Atla... but you are a talented player with a lot of tricks (while saying this, Lamizain couldn't help but glance at a certain old man who was unmoved by anything), can you win even if you try your best..."

"What did you say, Perturabo? Did you say something about... about Mortarion? I didn't catch it!"

"Nothing!" Ramizarn raised his voice, noticing that Mortarion's scythe had begun to cut into Magnus's psychic barrier, and he cleared his throat quickly, pouring out the rest of the explosive material before he was interrupted again.

"Let's talk about your most trusted offspring, your adjutant and first captain, Typhon!" Ramezane shouted. The name made Mortarion's eyes flash with hesitation, and the sickle in his hand paused for a second.

"You have known each other since Barbarus, but you never realized that he is a psyker and a hybrid? Typhon is a hybrid of an alien and a psyker! And he is also an extremely powerful psyker! Mortarion! Is this what you meant by 'I will never allow any psyker to defile the Death Guard in my lifetime'?! Forget about psykers! Your first captain is half alien. Do other people know?!"

This accusation is in some ways obviously more serious and terrifying than the accusation of using psychic powers.

The Imperial Chancellor's brows were furrowed so tightly that they could kill a dozen flies. Waldo had no expression on his face, but he held the weapon in his hand even tighter.

Fulgrim covered his lips with his palm in surprise and exaggeration. Sanguinius's face became even paler. He turned his head slightly, and the two gray tears that were originally painted on his cheeks for Magnus's verdict became very obvious.

As for Magnus, he was also stunned for a moment, and then showed an expression that said, "Oh no, should I laugh out loud? I want to laugh so much, I want to fly around Nikea three times, laugh out loud with a loudspeaker, and then broadcast this to the whole universe." Then, his fourth brother pinched him hard and gave him a stern look that said, "No laughing, no talking." Only then did he barely hold back the twisted muscles on his face and make a grimace-like expression.

Oh, you see, he said that Perturabo is the only interesting scholar who truly shares his ideals and can understand him! You see, who can easily dig up such explosive knowledge! Today, I still have to rely on the reliable fourth brother to do the whole work!

"You are... slander! Shameful! Slander! Eye-catching exculpation! Perturabo! You really did everything you could to help Magnus escape his trial!"

“Really?” Even at this point he was still in denial, so Ramizane had to admire Mortarion’s tenacity of resistance (? ) and the thickness of his filter (? ), so he used his trump card.

"I remember Typhon is here today. Call him here. We are all here. We can test him face to face and know whether I am slandering him or thinking about my brother. I want him not to go astray by witchcraft and alien deception and go further and further, bringing destruction to himself and the Legion."

(End of this chapter)