Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 660: Wild Wolf, Thousand Sons, Prospero and...
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On the other side of time and space, the Wolf King smiled.

But this was not meant to mock Magnus.

Pallas noticed that after Russ lost his wolf side, his attitude towards many people became unpredictable, or not so intense and clear, as if his extremely wild, happy and direct disgust or hatred was just for others to see. In fact, in the eyes of the young Phoenix, the attitude of the Wolf King himself might be more inclined to "our mission is to complete it. If we have time to perform, we might as well finish what we should do quickly."

"Magnus's suspicion of crime should now be given some buffer. At least Perturabo and his team's next proposal... as long as it is executable and in line with the ideas of the All-Father and Malcador, it is very likely to be passed unanimously." Leman Russ said.

Pallas looked at him in confusion.

Russ gave him a look that said, "What? As the leader of the Emperor's Children, you can't even see this?"

"No, I mean... Magnus seems to be panicking. He finds that he can't produce reliable evidence. And it's because he has shown too much of his ability to change objects and memories before. He always likes to say that he can do anything. So who can believe any evidence he produces? At least the suspicious bigwigs can't believe it. Now the only way left is to bring his aide here for interrogation in person, right? Even so, because the people who claim to be members of Magnus's Legion have demonstrated their ability to manipulate human memory and brain on Hauser in this incident, even if he allows them to cut his own aide Amon's brain into slices, it will probably be difficult to reduce much suspicion."

"That's not the point," Russ said, his blond hair slicked back to reveal his cold blue eyes beneath his light-colored eyebrows. "The point is Magnus's reaction just now."

"reaction?"

"At least based on Malcador and Valdor's experience as interrogators, what Per... Ramizane said to Magnus just now was more like playing the good cop."

"The one who plays the good cop?"

"An adjective of great antiquity, of a powerful nation long since lost in ancient Terra," Magnar Dorn said, taking over from Leman Russ.

"The opposite of the good cop is the good cop. The good cop is the bad cop who fits all the bad ideas people have about interrogators, and usually inflicts pain and torture on the interrogated. The good cop is the opposite, and is responsible for relaxing the interrogation process."

"Why use white and red to describe it? Don't we usually think that white is more pure and holy? And why is it a colored face? It's too strange to add 'face' at the end. It might be easier to understand if it was 'mask'."

"No one knows why the ancient proverb is formed in this way. Perhaps Perturabo would know its origin, but this is how it is explained... Come to think of it, Ramezane was just playing the good cop. He tempted Magnus to collapse his psychological defenses after realizing that the situation had taken a turn for the worse, and to make a subconscious and instinctive answer in front of everyone. Although for a Primarch who commanded an army, Magnus's first reaction just now really seemed a bit stupid and too naive, but as the reaction that best suited his character, he passed the test. If he had been too calm about the situation just now, tried to find a flaw to counterattack, or seemed to be at ease, then they would have suspected that he had planned it for a long time."

Leman Russ showed no expression, but he did not seem to object to Magna's interpretation. A white dove with a golden laurel wreath cooed and landed on Pallas' head, ruffling his white hair with its claws.

"Childish! Planning! Planning!"

Pallas looked around at these elders, scratched his arms itchy all over, and deeply felt the fact that he was still a child.

"I really can't understand the thoughts of your men, Lao Deng..."

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"I'm sure I don't quite understand the minds of the big guys anymore."

Gasper Ansback Hauser thought to himself that now he was standing beside the black and white fur - the Wolf King - as the bard of the third company.

He was not used to this, because earlier he had the honor of being led into the command center on the lower level of the theater by the Wolf King himself. At that time, the Wolf King was still huge and dressed in gray thundercloud-like armor, reminiscent of some ancient behemoth lurking in the shadows. But now...

In the command center, he was submitted as evidence of the Fifteenth Legion, was connected to cables for testing, and then met bigwigs such as the Third Primarch, the Grand Marshal of the Guards, and two First Company Captains - oh, that's wrong, it was a First Company Captain and a former First Company Captain.

After the Iron Lord's questioning session ended, the solution he proposed was unexpectedly quickly accepted by the great Emperor of Mankind. Even the Imperial Prime Minister was a little surprised at the time, but the Iron Lord obviously did not forget to take advantage of the time to deal with his most trusted Captain of the First Company before the Lord of Death woke up.

When Karas Typhon was brought in, the warrior with his black hair shaved on both sides except for a strip in the middle and a black beard was obviously not aware of what had happened in just a few hours, so he was very cooperative at first, a model legionnaire, politely answering any inquiries about his service and other records.

It wasn't until the Lord of Steel said to him straight out, "I don't need to look at these files from your legion - I want someone to thoroughly test your genetic sequence and your psychic level right now, right here, on the spot," that Kharas Typhon's face changed instantly.

What Casper didn't expect was that the captain of the Death Guard, which was known for being "absolutely free of psychics", actually jumped up and prepared to run out the door as his first reaction to this request without even a single denial.

Obviously, under normal circumstances, he would never be able to escape. But with the first angry voice of the Emperor of Mankind, something indescribable was pulling everything away from Karas Typhon. Something was sighing in the distance. Its voice was very light, very light, almost like an illusion, but it was lamenting, like a fat and dexterous butcher who had to slaughter the animal he had already raised immediately, but it seemed to regret the result and did not want to give up.

Therefore, what was even more unexpected to almost everyone was that this warrior, who had never had a reputation as a psychic and did not wear the psychic control hood and auxiliary control staff commonly used by think tanks and rune priests, used his power, which was considered to be disorganized in the eyes of professionals, and was completely unprepared and without any control assistance, to amazingly release extremely powerful psychic energy. That power even immediately began to try to help him kill those who approached it and tear the space in front of him. And it was obvious that it was controlled. Karas Typhon had extremely terrifying psychic talent and intuition.

"Put on your helmet!" At the moment when Karas Typhon's psychic power emerged like the yellow-green glow on the surface of Barbarus, the Lord of Steel's first reaction was to take a big step back and reach out to put on his Iron Knight helmet - to be honest, this might be the first time everyone saw him wearing a helmet.

Those beautiful and tall silent sisters brandished their greatswords, their scarlet cloaks fluttering, and surged up from all directions together with the golden-armored guards who looked like gods. There was also an eye-catching lady among them. She was very beautiful, but Casper could not even keep his eyes on her for more than a second. He could still take a look at the other silent sisters and then look away, but this lady who seemed to be their leader made him reject her existence from the bottom of his soul.

At the moment before Karas Typhon was about to successfully escape, she rushed forward regardless of the danger and used the sword in her hand to split the thick poisonous fog surrounding the fugitive - the fog had already corroded and dissolved the surface of the armor of the first unfortunate warriors who dared to approach him, and vaguely rusted and fused the joints with other parts. Even worse was the exposed skin, which quickly blistered, turned red, curled and fell off. The few who inhaled it were in an even worse situation - apparently this was what the Lord of Steel meant when he shouted "Put on a helmet" - and nailed one of his calves to the basalt floor of the hall. The brave Barbarus man did not hesitate for a second. He raised his weapon and even wanted to break his leg to survive like a gecko, but Waldor did not give him the chance.

The Admiral of the Guards used his spear to hit Karas Typhon from the side. From the appearance, Casper guessed that it had pierced at least part of the lung and a heart, but this was obviously not enough, because Karas Typhon was not dead, and the attackers immediately received a new order, "Leave him! Alive! But not whole!"

Although the person who acted beyond authority and gave orders in front of the emperor was the Lord of Steel, whom Waldo disliked very much, his master later gave him a positive order, so the Marshal of the Imperial Guards would still carry it out.

Then Waldo punched the former captain, whose vitality was extremely strong, twice more on the head.

Amid the crisp sound of broken facial bones, the dizzy and dazed captain was pulled back from the warp gap by the Marshal of the Imperial Guards. A thick green mist blew in his face, and even for a golden armor like Waldo's, which was forged with a large number of protective spells and positions, the relatively fragile materials and joints began to have blurred spots in an instant. However, the Emperor's glory was like countless shining swords, which immediately dispelled the suspicious and terrifying mist and forcibly bridged the torn space like an eraser.

The bard felt that the most terrifying thing about the whole process was that he seemed to hear angry mutterings and shouts coming from the depths of the foggy space. It sounded strangely... kind... ?
Fortunately, that feeling was immediately dispelled by Magnus who rushed over. As if the Red King was trying hard to show himself, he furiously threw at least dozens of psychic spells at the unfortunate Karas in a flash, each of which dismantled and sealed him tightly from head to toe, and also brought with it various countermeasures from myths, legends, and civilizations. No matter which one of them worked, that influence was indeed expelled from people's minds afterwards, leaving only the silent fear engraved in their instincts.

Needless to say, the psychic power was undoubtedly confirmed, and the appraisals made by the selected legion pharmacists under anonymous tests also pointed out the unusual bloodline of Karas Typhon. In other words, although Mortarion hated the rulers of his home planet so much, Karas Typhon was likely the descendant of one of them.

This, Malcador explained to them, also explained the source of his strange psychic powers and many of his subsequent manifestations.

When all the results of the genetic tests were finally presented, Fulgrim was thoughtful, Sanguinius seemed both happy and sad, and the Lord of Iron said whatever he thought.

"It's really an impure bloodline... Old Deng, your standard of judging a person's race by looking at their skull is no longer applicable now. The Karas incident proves that it is possible for a mixed-blood to have a human body."

"I think it is more important to investigate Mortarion and his apothecaries," said Magnus. "How could they fail to notice the steps and the time it took to perform the entire Astartes surgery on him?"

"Well... it's possible. You see, after all, the example of Karas Typhon is right here, alive and well. Either the Barbarus Alien Sorcerer Overlord is actually a psychic human who has been severely mutated to the point of not meeting the standard of skull purity, or the way they made Karas' mother pregnant and gave birth to a child was witchcraft. Whichever it is, Karas Typhon was destined to become Mortarion's confidant... a big problem from the moment he entered the Legion."

"Oh! He has the nerve to accuse me so complacently! He always thinks that others look down on him because he is the smart one among the crazy ones... He always thinks that everyone else is wrong and only he is the most right. To be honest, do you think that people don't say this to me because it is really like this?"

"You too, Magnus! You two are just opposites in arrogance, but equally so. I think you should both take my advice."

"I do..." Under the scorching gaze of the Lord of Steel, the Crimson King muttered and changed the second half of the sentence to, "I can accept it, as long as you follow and supervise, but what about him? There are so many Death Guards..."

"The Emperor of Mankind has appointed his beloved First Son Horus as Warmaster at Ullanor. As Warmaster, Horus will naturally receive them temporarily and place his brothers under his supervision." said the Imperial Chancellor.

"Oh." Ramizane stared at Malcador. "I was not aware of this, and I was not present to witness the Warmaster's consecration."

"So what? The matter is settled. The fourteen legions present have unanimously agreed to the establishment of this matter." The Imperial Chancellor stared at the Iron Lord from under his hood, "Do the Iron Warriors want to disobey this decision and disobey the order of the Warmaster?"

Then everyone watched nervously as the Lord of Steel actually thought about this problem seriously for a while.

"Oh," he said at last, "that's not the case, but I have just found a new job for myself and my offspring, haven't I? Since you are going back to Terra, why not leave me some time as a transition?"

"So you will not attack or resist Horus. You will do his bidding," Malcador asked.

"Well... I promise that after I complete my mission of accompanying the Space Wolves and the Thousand Sons back to Prospero and clearing everything up," the Lord of Steel said meaningfully, "I should come back to rejoin... the Warmaster."

(End of this chapter)