Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 669: Reunion Ten Thousand Years Ago
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"Ah, this." After seeing Perturabo BC showing true affection and great concern for Ramezan Kalosini... like a dog, Fulgrim Pallas first smiled at the warmth, sincerity and support contained in it. Then, this smile was twisted into an expression that was neither a smile nor a cry after he remembered that this black and white furry tyrant had acted in front of whose descendants ten thousand years ago and under whose name.

"Even the greatest clown of the Eldar would applaud you after seeing this expressive change of expression, Pallas." Magna flashed a line of words as if he was afraid that the world would not be in chaos.

"Don't make trouble." Pallas said in a low voice, not daring to look at the expression on the face of the real Leman Russ sitting next to him.

Magna responded by changing the line.

"So now this poet, as the only person closest to a mortal here, is also not deceived by the devil because one of his eyes has been replaced with a wolf's eye, right? Russ?"

"That's right." The wolf king answered reluctantly and a little unhappily, and seemed to want to bring the subject back to the topic.

"So this is why the demon is targeting the Space Wolves?" Pallas quickly followed up with the next question with knowledge and interest.

"I think that's one of the main reasons," Russ replied. "The Sons of Fenris are enough of an attack threat to anything, even demons, because we were born this way. If many conspiracies rely on demons to be realized, then it would be the most logical conspiracy effect to make a rift between us and the Thousand Sons and then both suffer losses. Considering that what we were told ten thousand years ago was quite limited in terms of the content of the Warp, not to mention demonology and anti-demon protection - if we knew more, it would not be so easy for this demon to sneak into the defense of the Nikaea Venue and attack us."

"I think that Nikea is a place where demons or people with ulterior motives can easily sneak in. Although its construction specifications and luxury meet the requirements of showing off, it is a young and temporary place after all. If it is held in the Terra Palace, perhaps the more numerous, ancient, and more effective runes, spells, and magic circles there can inadvertently prevent it."

"Perhaps. But it is also true that the Imperial Guards accepted the mission but lost the demon." Russ began to tap the table with his fingertips. "They claim that they cannot be corrupted. Their golden armor is engraved with countless high-level spells and protective spells. Even with the silent witches, they can still lose it! But they don't let my descendants hunt it down!"

"But after all, this conspiracy was deliberately arranged since Hawser was adopted, and it uses the demanding name magic. It is still difficult to guard against it if it is intentional, considering the length of the names of the Guards." Magna judged fairly, "Besides, you can't judge the unknown era in the past with the eyes of today. For them at that time, they may have done... quite in line with their duties."

"I don't think it's a duty to allow someone to successfully plot against several of his lord's children right under his lord's nose. So what is the Allfather thinking?"

After Ruth said this, they were silent for a while, and several pairs of eyes looked at the white dove.

"I!" the pigeon cooed confidently, "I just like the golden, beautiful, eldest son! What's wrong with that!"

"Tsk. He's starting to lose his mind again." "He still can't forget his gold and his eldest son." "It's consistent with his cognition."

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"Let me see your true face."

When these words were spoken by the Lord of Steel for the fifth time, Azek Ahriman was lying on the ground, dying, and could only tilt his head and try to look at the confrontation scene on the side.

The Astartes's physiology might have been able to stop most of the bleeding for him, just as it had for Othril, but this enemy was extremely strong, and that damned, living, vicious weapon pierced power armor and rib plates more easily than a piece of silk, and could leave its evil influence on the wound to a degree they had not anticipated.

Unfortunately, it also ruptured his Laraman organs when it ruptured his chest and abdomen. At the same time, when it made his body lose its integrity, a large part of his strength was gradually lost. Therefore, he can only lie here now. The only hope of salvation is that he can hold on until everything is over, and the others call Hathor Mat or any other pharmacist, or his gene father can remember that he is still lying here after a series of shocks, and take the time to exorcise the evil spirits for him and close his flesh and blood.

This sentence sounded like a loud bell to the powerful psychic. In the Black Crow Prophet's dying hallucination, he seemed to see a giant with outstretched wings surrounding an even larger being, eager to use the net of rules in his hands to cover the indescribable thing with a picture that could be explained by reason. He also had auditory hallucinations in his ears. He felt as if he heard multiple voices chanting this question together in the depths of the vast sea of ​​souls.

The sound was like the painful howls of trillions of tortured souls, or the lonely whispers of a child in a dungeon. It was like the singing of a bird, the howling of a wild beast, the hissing of a snake in the darkness, or the weak but gentle whisper of a dying patient on his deathbed.

The scholar who had reached out to Casper resisted, in agony, and called out the bard's name in a plaintive voice, "Casper, Cas, I'm sorry you've been through this, but you've always been so kind to me, oh, Cas, I just wanted to see you before it's all over. Cas, save me, just one word from you, one word."

Hawser supported himself with his hands and tried his best to move his legs backwards. "When did you replace Murza? You monster!"

"I have always been me," he said, his mortal face, bloodstained scholar's robes and pleading posture made him look so innocent. "Admit it, Kas, I am Navid Murza."

"No!" The bard's golden wolf eyes gleamed, and the wolf's eyes stared at the monster closely. "You are not Navid. You must have replaced him at some point."

Then the last thread broke.

The mortal form of the being before them began to emit bursts of foul-smelling smoke at the questioning, like a pile of rotten flesh oozing with pus. It howled, its skin festered, and its muscles fell off its skeleton. It staggered and trembled, and flesh and blood melted from its face and body like wax.

Navid Murza's human-skin mask also flowed to the ground, but its skeleton did not shrink. Instead, it began to sway and grow larger. The thin mortal body and robes were torn and pushed open like a cicada pupa, and pearl white and gold armor grew out of it again, as well as a brand new, fierce face that they had just seen being torn off.

Horus' eyes, burning with malice towards the world and desire for human souls, stared at them again.

"Fire at it! Quick!" Perturabo BC suddenly barked twice at this time, and Ramizane immediately shouted to the stunned Magnus.

The Fifteenth Primarch came to his senses and immediately raised his hands high. Pure and high-temperature orange-red flames took shape in his palms like liquid. But before throwing them out, Magnus hesitated and turned his head to ask this noble being hesitantly.

"…How about we capture it and force it to tell us what it has done and what it knows before dealing with it?"

Father! This is not the time!
If Ahriman had not had the strength to raise his hands to cover his eyes and shoot the monster, he would have done so. Three consecutive blue plasma balls hit the almost fully formed Horus monster faster than the Red King's attack, and the flesh and blood vaporized, and the tissue splattered. Othrel cursed Fenris and suddenly threw the flashing plasma pistol in his hand at it.

"Defend your position!!!!" "Get down!!!!"

Fortunately, Magnus did not let us down this time. The vibrant orange-red flame instantly spread out from his hands like a firebird spreading its wings, transforming into a curtain of flames that shielded everyone present from the power of the plasma pistol's magazine explosion.

"This damn thing should be dead by now." Ornn Evilwinter climbed up from where he was lying, holding his battle axe vigilantly, and crouched over to support Othrel.

"I'm afraid not," said the Lord of Steel. He shook his head and blinked, as if trying to refocus his eyes. "Uh, my head is shaking... I mean, look at that!"

"Be careful!" Magnus regained his concentration. He first sensed something was wrong from the clouds of smoke and dust. His hands quickly flipped, selecting the most cautious runes and gestures, and re-created a new protective array for this place. "Don't get close to there! Don't use your psychic vision to look at it! Especially you, Ushizar! Don't try to peer into its mind! Don't! - Azek, hold on a little longer, I'll be there soon!"

The Black Crows' chief captain murmured an affirmative very weakly in response.

The broken rock ground covered with moss and short plants at the bottom of the canyon no longer existed. Instead, a large blasted pit appeared there. The glassy semi-molten rock at the edge of the pit, which had not yet completely cooled down, was still emitting wisps of hot steam in the cold wind of Satya.

Right at the bottom of the pit, in its center, the smoke did not seem to fade after being blown away by the wind in the canyon... No, it was not that it did not fade, but that a black mist enveloped him - at first, Casper thought so, but after he saw clearly what it was, he was extremely grateful that the fifteenth Primarch had personally come forward to set up a protective magic circle for them.

That thick cloud was not black fog at all, it was an extremely dense swarm of black flies.

Surrounded by a dark cloud of flies, something was slowly rising from the pit.

This existence is difficult to be depicted by mortal vision, and difficult to be understood by mortal brain. It is the despair of hope, and it is a distorted reality.

Its body seems to be just the size of an ordinary person, yet it seems incomparably tall, the stench of bacterial reproduction emanates from its breath, maggots drill in and out of its rotting facial features, sharp teeth are intertwined and smelly saliva flows in places where it shouldn't be, it is herpes and ulcers, it is hyperplasia and scabies, it is a bright yellow eye as big as a millstone, it is a cluster of black eyes like insect eggs, it is a swollen and protruding long tongue, it is the fruitful fruit of strings of tumors, and if an ignorant mortal were here, just one glance at it would immediately lead to insanity.

On top of this indescribable hill-like body, two long horns stand out prominently.

"All-Father! What the hell is this?!" Ornn Evilwinter quickly took out a long string of bones and gems, chanting runes of strengthening and protection. When the Skyowl Telepath saw it, he showed an expression of surviving a disaster and carefully kept himself within the range of Magnus's magic circle.

"If you ask me, I'd say it looks like a... Great Unclean One from some Garden Father." The Lord of Steel frowned.

"What? You recognize it but you're not sure what it is?"

"I just feel something is wrong." The Lord of Iron seemed to ignore the rotten meat, the intestines that flowed out, the yellow-green indescribable things, or even the disgusting and weird growths. Under the admiring eyes of the crowd, he examined the big unclean one with a calm and meticulous attitude. "I just subtly feel that it doesn't match any of the kind fathers I know."

At this time, the black-and-white Leman Russ finally took back his typewriter and said, "Then say that sentence four more times."

"Let me see your true face?"

The flesh-mountain demon covered in pustules howled, "Ahhhhhhhhhh! Why! Why don't you let me go! Why can't you understand grandfather's kindness! I just want to bring a happy life to everyone in this chess game! I'm not wrong!"

"Show me your true face."

The rotten flesh turned into pus, which flowed down and corroded the rocks at the edge of the pit. The acidic liquid corroded all organic matter wherever it passed. The flies began to fall down with a crackling sound, floating on the pool formed by the pus and turned into a thick layer of debris.

"Show me your true face."

When the huge skeleton supporting the rotten flesh also disappeared, a blue-purple ghostly figure floated above the pool of strange liquid. Its long hood obscured its face. It held a staff with a long scroll with countless arcane scriptures flying on the top. The cloth and paper embroidered with magic runes obscured the rest of its body. The only things visible were the skinny arms on both sides - the reason why it is not said to be "two arms" is because the number of its arms is appearing very irregularly, sometimes two, sometimes three, and in the blink of an eye it is four.

Ramizane blinked.

Ah, this, isn't this already exposed...? But he only read it eight times. There is still one last time.

"Let me see your true face." "No!!!!"

Magnus suddenly let out a cry that was much more terrified than when he heard the trial results in Nikaea, almost breaking his voice, "No——!!!!!!"

What was going on? Why did his genetic father sound so horrified, so remorseful, so afraid... that the secret would be discovered...?
Azek Ahriman felt the weight of his soul falling from his head, and in his hazy vision, the face of a long-dead person appeared before him.

"Olmuzd..."

(End of this chapter)