Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 666 Pulling out the carrot
"Ew..." Ramizarn made a retching sound that was so loud that if this moment was recorded and sent to all the legions, there would be no other legions in the universe from now on. "What on earth did you, a magical pony, pull out of the warp to eat before?! It's so disgusting! Ugh!"

Magnus's single eye showed a mixture of pain, panic, confusion, anger, reluctance, anger, the desire to explain, attempts to preach, and a series of vivid and subtle expressions. "No! You can't do this! This is a very rare and pure energy of the original creator! I can do more with it! I can defeat the enemy with it! I will be able to accomplish great things with them! Conquer the world! Guide the people! Let humans ascend! Even change our father's plan for this galaxy! You can't do this! You can't take them away! Perturabo!"

When Ramezane forcefully pulled those thick, black, snake-like vine-like "substances" out of Magnus' red skin, the extreme emptiness brought about by the loss of powerful force and the pain of forcibly stripping them from his superhuman body almost made the Fifteenth Primarch let out the most miserable scream of his life that must not be heard by anyone.

In the theoretical system currently constructed by Magnus himself, the purest primordial ether energy constitutes these "substances" pulled out by Ramizarn himself. Strictly speaking, these things have no entity, and when he absorbs them, he does not use his mortal body to absorb them into his body.

[So, in theory, "pulling" them out of Magnus's body would not cause any physical damage. Anyway, he himself thought that the thing looked like that and was "harmless and even useful to him." 】 Perturabo BC explained this to Ramezane, and then told Ramezane that the ancient runes he engraved on Logos' hands could help him better "grasp" these chaotic substances, and then "fish" them out of Magnus's body like from the turbid sea water. This is a most thorough purification. In this way, although some of Magnus's polluted power had to be taken away by the way, it was generally beneficial to him.

[Anyway, his power... As long as humans still exist and continue to move from Terra to the sea of ​​stars, his power will be endless... But when you pull it out, he may feel a little...uncomfortable mentally, don't worry about him, it's okay. There is no substantial harm.]

[Really? He screamed miserably when I pulled it out for the first time!]

[It's okay, this is the real universe, as long as his real body is fine, he's screaming because he has phantom pain, just pull it out hard, make sure it's clean, this is necessary before reaching Prospero.]

[Don't tell me, it's easy to pull it out, just like pulling a large carrot, it's very relaxing, except that it's really a bit disgusting, why is it moving around. ]

Ramizarn suppressed his nausea and, under the guidance of Perturabo BC, took out a small igniter that they had specially installed on LOGOS for this operation - this was given to Ramizarn by Perturabo, and it really looked like an ordinary arc ignition rod - then pressed the switch, and an arc of electric light only as thick as a hair appeared with a "click".

As soon as this extremely miniature igniter was turned on, the black snake-like etheric energy that had just been struggling began to roll around wildly and fearfully as if it had been stung by a poisonous needle, trying its best to escape from the electric arc that was insignificant compared to itself.

【Hurry up, don't miss it. 】

Ramizane quickly poked the ignition stick in his hand directly into the strip-shaped body of the "Black Snake" which was composed of extremely dense and surging emotional energy.

An invisible and intangible scream erupted from the cliff. Ramizarn subconsciously narrowed his eyes. Perturabo BC's snow-white mane was blown up, and Magnus was hit the most obviously - the Red King's now much smaller body was blown over and rolled several times.

"WTF?!"

Ramizarn jumped two steps away and shook the last bit of ashes of the black snake in his palm to the ground. The ashes disappeared like melted snow before they hit the ground.

[Hmph, just some hateful but ineradicable things... But don't worry, the serious damage they suffered from this expulsion is enough to prevent them from appearing for a long time. ]

[Do you want to continue now? ]

[Continue until you have pulled out and burned all twenty.]

【So many! 】

【Now there are only nineteen. 】

[Okay, okay. I hope the magic pony doesn't scream too much next time. I'm afraid my hands will shake.]

But to Ramezane's surprise, Magnus was as quiet as a chicken in the following process. It seemed that for the first time, he sincerely expressed his respect and tolerance for equals to the two "Primarchs" in front of him. It was not the kind of tolerance of a wise man who was still proud and likes to teach others towards the ignorant, but a kind of surprise and caution that truly realized that the other party's power was no less than his own.

[Strange, is there any benefit to pulling out the chaotic energy he absorbed? That's good. Hey, I'll be quick.]

Magnus lay on the cliff without interest, letting Ramizarn pull out a new black snake-like substance from his other arm, and then burned the essence of infinite energy and primordial mystery. The wind whistled past, and his one eye looked up at the sky. In the bright blue sky, a perfect geometric circular cloud ring was formed because of the shock wave just now.

His eyes slowly moved down again, staring at the arc on the small ignition stick in Ramizane's hand.

It was an extremely delicate little gadget. The generators at both ends were only as thick as Magnus's fingernails, and the arc formed in the middle was even smaller, so small that even a mortal could not tell what it was.

But Magnus kept his eyes fixed on it, brushing aside the veil of blinding light that enveloped such a tiny structure.

The fifteenth primordial appeared in the reflection of the black pupils of the golden eyes.

That "spark" that is smaller than a hair and can even instantly "ignite" the primordial ether energy is an exploding supernova.

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"Where did Perturabo get such a cool lighter?!" "If he could make such a destructive weapon, why didn't he contribute it earlier!" The voices of Pallas and Leman Russ rang out in the lounge at the same time.

Then both sides looked at each other in surprise at the same time.

Magna silently flashed a line of words, "That is contraband, just like some of your personal weapons. As a Primarch, you can use it yourself, but you cannot mass-produce and promote it in the 'Human Empire'. As for giving it to others to use... you can do so if you don't plan to let this person appear in public afterwards."

Pallas was still pondering, but Russ immediately understood what he meant: "Alien creation?"

The metallic Dorn nodded slowly.

"But even if it is an alien creation, he couldn't have brought it from here. This means he fully understands the working principle and structure of this thing and can even imitate it..."

Magna nodded again.

"Incredible. One of the biggest surprises for me coming here is my understanding of Perturabo and the Fourth Legion." The Wolf King narrowed his eyes. "Perturabo... is much more capable than I thought. Perhaps it's time for the wolf pack to find some more powerful hunting partners."

"Then you may have made the wrong choice." Magna flashed a line of words, "You two are naturally not suitable to work together."

Ruth raised an eyebrow, "Are you two a good match?"

"It suits you much better than the Sixth Legion."

"From what I know, your relationship with Perturabo is quite tense. He hates you and your offspring very much--uh." Russ shut up when he realized that he was now sitting on the Iron Blood and looking at the metal machine Magna Dorn opposite him. "Times have changed." Magna was very polite, his display screen flickering, "After all, if it was dead and unchanged, it would be impossible to pull you into ten thousand years. Although this change is a bit unexpected, and although we suspect there is a deliberate element, the proportion of accidents is still relatively high at present."

"Isn't this an accident caused by the power of our father here?"

"Do you think this 'He' has the ability to accidentally stir up such a vast ocean of lifelessness and souls? If He has, why doesn't He personally travel in the sea of ​​stars and show His existence to all human civilizations, but instead needs twenty Primarchs and twenty Astartes Legions to carry out... the Great Crusade for Him?"

"Perhaps the situation is pressing, perhaps there are unspeakable hidden reasons, or perhaps the emperor who descended from the sky is not as convincing as the wolves in front of us to those worlds that are unwilling to join." Russ said, "After all, I never thought that my father would become a... pigeon. He doesn't even look like a human anymore. But it is indeed His power that has led to the current situation, isn't it?"

"To be more precise, someone first threw countless stones into the web of fate in the river of time and space. Then, under the combined influence of the weight of many pebbles, the web of fate became loose, and then his remaining pure power finally began to squeeze in and add his own data to the variables, and the number of variables increased."

"The only remaining...purity?" Ruth stared at the white dove pecking at the corn.

"After refining, there are indeed many bad parts, but at least it is pure."

"This is not your flagship, and the Iron Warriors are not your legion. Do you know too much about things you shouldn't know? Even Horus would not be so involved in his brother's legion and plan."

"Didn't I tell you that I am now the chief controller of the Iron Warriors' flagship, the Iron Blood? Russ?"

"...You didn't! I thought you were injured or something... I'm starting to think that maybe I'm actually dead, and fell into a terrible dream of the netherworld instead of the future. I don't even need to leave this door to get a shock - what big surprises do you have waiting for me?"

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When the three Primarchs came back from "taking a breath", the sunset glow on the horizon of the planet Satya had already burned the entire sky red.

The Thousand Sons who were left waiting here finally breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the two tall figures appear at the entrance of the canyon trail.

"My Lord...! Are you okay?!"

"Perturabo" and "Leman Russ" seemed to have not changed much, except for some slight burn marks on the former's gauntlet. The biggest change was the Fifteenth Primarch. The size of the Scarlet King was actually very related to his emotions, and Magnus, who now appeared in front of the Thousand Sons, had the smallest size they had ever seen in their memory, almost as tall as Perturabo.

"I... I'm fine. Have you guys finished preparing again?" The Fifteenth Primarch looked very depressed, and the color of his skin changed from bright and vibrant red to a red clay-like color. When his one eye glanced at Ahriman, the Chief Librarian was sure that he saw a trace of guilt and guilty conscience in that green eye. What happened? But he suddenly remembered the words of the Rune Priest, "- Your lifeline and memory have been tampered with so much-"

So he pursed his lips, stepped forward with Ushizar, and reported their current progress to the three primarchs.

"The ritual and ritual supplies have all been prepared. We can begin to try to dig out the hidden spot in Casper's memory again. My Lords, we are just waiting for... the Lord of Steel's instructions."

The Lord of Steel nodded.

"This time," he said, "I have just summoned two of my servants to come with me. We must see the part of Casper's memory that is strictly concealed. Who is it that someone does not want him to see?"

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An electronically synthesized chirping sound broke the silence in the bedroom.

"how?!"

"Mr. Hauser, this is your five o'clock alarm." The voice of the servitor sounded softly from somewhere.

"Ah...thank you."

Gasper Hauser stood up with soreness all over his body. He felt so tired that he had never felt so tired before. Perhaps he should take some painkillers...

He limped to the window next to the desk, pressed a button, and the blinds opened. The golden sunlight made him look up and squint his eyes, looking at the twinkling lights in the darkness farther away outside the radiation-proof glass.

Suddenly, he stiffened.

His eyes were fixed on the reflection of the room in the glass.

Right behind him, in this bedroom that should have been his only room, there was a second person.

He stared at the instantly recognizable silver-white metal combat boot in the reflection.

This is a combat boot that is part of the power armor.

Is that man standing behind him an Astarte?
No...it doesn't seem right...

When Hauser's expertise as a textual researcher had calculated the true size of the boot before he was aware of it, fear seized upon Kasper Hauser's stomach like a claw and twisted it tight.

"Why are you here?"

Everything around was shrouded in silence, and nothing could come to break it.

And so the dream continued.

"I've always been here."

Horus Lupercal, dressed in pearl white and gold armor, answered gently from behind him.

(End of this chapter)