Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 670 is out of print! (?) The atmosphere suddenly changes!
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"Ormuzd... is that you? My son."

Peeling away layer by layer from the husks of multiple beings and monsters, the last being to emerge was the face of a dead Thousand Sons warrior, still clad in rune robes and faded scrolls, staring coldly at them from beneath its drawn hood, a thin, hazy veil of tomb dust covering its head, but the veil was so soft and fitting that it almost made the face of the dead man come alive.

There was a cry coming from the other side of the distant void, like the dust falling from a parchment scroll, the crackling of embers in a fire, or a non-existent sound heard in the haze of midnight.

But this is Satya of M31, a place without the bones of innocents and the echoes of dead souls, a cold, dry, safe and private planet.

So even if it heard that voice, it could only respond to the other party with an emotion of helplessness, and honestly suspend its own existence above the falsehood that fell off layer by layer like petals.

Because its first face was reflected in those ice-blue eyes, there was no doubt about it.

The face did not respond to Magnus's hesitant call, its shell still manifesting as amorphous arms and robed torsos, only the once human face emerged at the top, now looking at them indifferently from behind the veil of past memories and death.

Magnus looked at it and involuntarily put a hand to the side of his face and stroked the skin - his face was as uniquely beautiful as every work of the Emperor, but the smooth skin on his right eye socket destroyed the symmetry of his face.

"Oh, no, you shouldn't, you can't... I..." he whispered, and at the same time glanced very uncomfortably at Azek Ahriman, who was lying on the ground in a pool of blood and looked almost dead.

"Won't you save him?" The Lord of Steel suddenly asked, "He is your most valued son, right?"

"Of course...of course, yes, I will save him, I should save him."

The wolves plied their ears, and the Skyowl telepaths concealed their surprise and doubt - although Magnus spoke affirmatively, there was a strong sense of fear, guilt and anger in the Primarch's voice, as if he was afraid that some secret that should not be seen until the end of the universe would be revealed.

"But it..." The Fifteenth Primarch hesitated in front of the demon with the same face as Ahriman. Ukhizar removed his hand from Ahriman. His treatment had little effect. He watched anxiously as Ahriman's lips stopped trembling and began to fade and dry like dehydrated rose petals in the desert.

"You don't have to worry about that." The sheepdog typed a line of words, "Someone will come to take over and look after it soon."

"Who?" Magnus asked, "In this galaxy, besides you and me, who else can surpass my knowledge and learning and take on the important responsibility of imprisoning this primordial Obliterator?"

"Calling them the Primordial Obliterators - your choice of words is quite accurate, Magnus."

The Scarlet King immediately shut his mouth, maintaining his stance barrier while taking a step to Ahriman's side. His palm wrapped in aura grabbed Black Crow's trembling spirit and began to stuff it back into the body of his most beloved son. The action was so direct and the force so rough that Ushizar turned pale and puzzled, while the two Rune Priests looked on in amazement.

[So this is another big secret that Magnus has been trying to hide. Hey, I knew that the blue soft monster would never be so kind. Just giving him an eye would satisfy him. ]

[Hmm... Ormuzid should be the sacrifice used as a deposit, and was directly transformed into a demon under its seat. Now it is still here because you just revealed its first face before becoming a changeling. Obviously, at least our blue big customer is unwilling to be fooled a second time after being cheated once, especially since Magnus is so similar to Old Deng to some extent. ]

[Deposit?]

【My foolish brother, who thought he knew enough about the dangers of the Abyss and wanted to make people think he was omnipotent, completed the sacrifice of this deal with a pure-blooded gambler's mentality. As the price, the well-known deposit was his right eye, and it was obvious that the deposit that Tzeentch used to prevent him from trying to evade the final payment like his father was Olmuzd Ahriman. Magnus used Azek Ahriman's twin brother, who had undergone flesh and blood mutations, as a sacrifice on the altar, and used him to summon Tzeentch, so that the fate of the legion was completely controlled by the other twin who was connected by a spell that temporarily healed the flesh and blood mutations... Such a reckless gamble, on the one hand, was to respond to his descendants' eager anticipation for his return, and on the other hand, it was definitely to prevent his false name of "Magnus the Almighty" from being exposed. 】

[Ah, it's like this that you have to save face but suffer in life. Who hasn't made some mistakes when they were young? Children always take things that adults think are trivial too seriously. It's just that your position and power make the cost and consequences of your mistakes far higher than those of ordinary children. After all, you are not that old. ]

[But considering that Magnus mentioned to me that he had been talking to Old Deng since he first became conscious, and Old Deng had mentioned intentionally or unintentionally how many thousands of years he had lived, I... Alas...! Ugh...! ]

[Hey, I understand, I understand, Pepe, it's really not easy for you. Fortunately, we are getting better little by little now, right? I believe our wish will come true one day. ]

[That's true. Also, since I mentioned it... of all the Magnus, you must remember to only trust Utherma Atla's words. You'd better just regard the other Magnus' words as his external statements.]

【how? 】

【Just remember this. 】

【All right. 】

The guard they were waiting for appeared above the canyon the next moment.

Here appeared Soltan vo Bron, Barabas Dantioch, and an unexpected third person.

The Primarch's eyesight was excellent, even when influenced by Ramizarn, so when they first appeared, his gaze swept across the thundercloud-gray power armor, the wolfskin shawl, the knot-like tattoos around the eyes and nose, and extended to the face that was actually quite young. "Wild bear?" The three legion soldiers saw the strange situation here from afar, and immediately jumped down from the cliff hundreds of meters high without hesitation. Their reactor backpacks and leg armor rubbed against the rocks of the cliff, making a rough creaking sound, until they stabilized their bodies at the bottom of the canyon like a falling boulder, and then immediately ran towards them.

"Sir!" "Father!"

"Ah, you are here. But why is he here?" asked the Lord of Steel. "I remember that I only provided my trident with the landing coordinates outside the canyon."

"After we got off the Stormbird, we came here directly as you said, my lord. On the way, Soltarn said that he heard the earth warning him not to get close to the canyon, as it was very dangerous. Stone also said that there was a suspicious person wandering around, so we decided to eliminate some dangers first, and then we caught this guy by following the clues."

"I am the servant and two-legged creature chosen by the Gene Father. This is my responsibility." The wild bear said, his voice always carrying a hint of the rumbling growl of a wild beast. "I feel a strong sense of responsibility calling me here!"

Magnus had already stuffed Azek Ahriman back into his body, stabilizing his soul and flesh, but the psychic resonance caused by the strange weapon on the wound had not been completely eliminated, so it could only be said that it had been temporarily dealt with. He stood up in annoyance, not very willing to admit that there were still some things in this universe that he could not do after being prohibited from absorbing more pure primordial chaos power.

"Well, Magnus, this isn't entirely your fault... I suppose it has something to do with Ahriman's own constitution as well. You see, the Rune Priests of the Wild Wolves were also apparently injured by the weapon, but the effects on them were not as lasting."

Since such a suitable opportunity had been placed right under the nose of the Lord of Iron, it would be an insult to the Scarlet King's intelligence if he still didn't know what was good for him. So he backed down and said that it must be because the Fenris barbarians were thick-skinned and tough, and it was normal for people like Ahriman who were engaged in the profession of sophisticated prophecy to be more susceptible to the influence of these chaotic forces.

Then he raised his one eye to the wild bear, and then looked again in surprise. "I think he is right, Per...Turabo. I see a very thick thread of fate connecting this wild wolf and...Ormuzd?..."

"I don't see how that works," the Lord of Steel said honestly, "but since the Bear has been foiling his plans from the beginning, it's not impossible for him to join in. Will you swear to keep secrets and obey, Bear?"

"Of course." The Fenris man growled earnestly, using the most formal Fenris ritual language of their tribe, "I swear by Et's name and my own name, I will abide by my oath and listen to the Alpha Wolf..."

Black and white shepherd dog type a name.

"...by order of the Wolf and the Lord of Steel, keep secret all that I have seen and heard here today, until I, Bjorn, lie down upon the red snow, in the dark below."

"...? Who?! What?! Did I just hear a syllable that perked me up!?"

The Lord of Steel's aura, which had been as quiet and stagnant as an unknown giant lurking in the abyss, suddenly rose. His ice-blue eyes stared at the young wolf as if they were ignited. "Can you please say the pronunciation of your own name again?! Oh my God! We have been following Casper... Yes! He has been calling you in Low Gothic, right?! What is your name in Yuvik again?!"

The bear looked confused, but a name was a name, and it didn't matter, so he shrugged. "Bjorn," he said.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!” In an instant, not only the people in the canyon, but also those with the sharpest intelligence and perception in the fleet on orbit raised their eyes in wonder. A kind of wisdom and certainty about what they were doing began to flow through their nerves. Even ten thousand years later, several people involved on the Iron Blood felt the warm currents of varying degrees of power washing over their bodies, safety, certainty, stability, order…

"Incredible... the aftermath of power." Pallas touched his fingers and said, "Even if we see it through the subspace, it can be transmitted to us..."

"It seems that this boy must have a very important role in our future grand destiny." Leman Russ looked thoughtfully at Bjorn, who had no idea what was going on. "I had already taken a fancy to him. Apparently, my vision is as good as ever."

On the other side, a librarian who had already heard of the name Bjorn Brokenclaw was ecstatic after confirming the name.

“Bjorn! Ahahaha! Bjorn!!!” The Lord of Steel rushed to the Son of Fenris with a clumsy gait, and looked him over from head to toe with an eager gaze that could make a wolf’s hair stand on end, as if he wanted to tear him apart into pieces. “Hey! Bjorn! Hey, Bjorn!”

The solemn and suspenseful atmosphere just now was completely broken by this silly and cheerful atmosphere. Not only did Magnus show his expression of "Who the hell is this stupid and out-of-control guy? Return my wise and brave fourth brother and the super powerful and mighty one to me!", even the great demon with the indifferent face of Ormuzd showed a trace of doubt.

"Considering that Bjorn is now your servant and walker," Ramizarn said happily to the black and white dog, "rounding it off, he is now my property! Don't you agree?"

Under Bjorn's expectant gaze, the black and white fur Lord of Winter and War did not use his powerful paw pads to smack his offending brother into the rock. Instead, he nodded modestly to express his approval.

Two of the three newly arrived Astartes, who had not heard the speeches of the previous powerful brothers because they had not arrived early, also began to stare.

Oh no! Could it be that father's madness has suddenly started to break out at this moment?! Has it become even more serious? Look at how this madman treats the Space Wolves like a treasure! Father! Please open your eyes and look! We are your descendants! Father! ... Are there any brothers from other legions here? Should we turn around and shut them up?

Buhao! Is the Lord of Steel mentally ill?! Why are Othrel and Ornn winking at me?! What do they mean?! They want me to stay still? And what is the meaning of rounding off and I become his property?! When did the Lord of Steel become so close to the Wolf Aldridge?!
While the two sides were engaged in various verbal and psychological activities that were incomprehensible to each other, Thortan vo Bron stepped forward calmly without saying a word, tied up the changeling with a chain so thin that it was almost invisible, and prepared to escort it to where it should be according to the order of the Lord of Steel.

(End of this chapter)