Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 671 Magnus's Little Test
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"The latest inspection results that you sent us and asked us to keep a close eye on are out, sir." said Fusis Taka, captain of the Second Academy and the Templar lecturer of the Falcon School.

Magnus threw the soft cloth for wiping his hands into the hands of the waiting servant and turned his eyes to him.

"Amon's body... shows no signs of recent treatment with Bright Feather spells. Bright Feather's people have also confirmed that they have not treated him. There are no signs of corrosion on his power armor or his body by Fenris's exorcism runes."

"No surprise."

Before the Scarlet King could speak, a lazy voice interrupted from the side.

"Although Amon is indeed in charge of intelligence monitoring and his involvement in placing spies in Fenris is unclear, he certainly did not do anything on Nikaea. You can send this medical report to Terra, and Russ and I will sign it later."

Fusis Taka's eyelids twitched at this act of contempt for their Primarch: although not as dazzling and impressive as the School of the Fire Phoenix, the Thousand Sons all knew that the warriors of the School of the Falcon were destroyers that were no less powerful than the Fire Phoenix. And although Carlophis of the School of the Fire Phoenix had a hot temper and was eager to create chaos, Fusis Taka was also the type of person with a bad temper that Azek Ahriman did not say out loud but was very afraid of in his heart: when the Black Crow's prophetic ability as the First Society had been severely weakened in recent decades for unknown reasons, the Falcons' force field ability was obvious to all and extremely useful in actual combat, and they were already in the Second Sequence.

In the Thousand Sons Chief Council centered on Magnus, or in other words, in the solar sequence of "Rehati", it could be said that Fusis Taka had no intention of going any further. Both of them, including Magnus, knew that this was impossible, because being closer to their Primarch was not only an honor and affirmation in a symbolic sense, but also beneficial in practice. The Thousand Sons who were closer to Magnus' "sun" could obtain more spiritual power and bathe in more powerful energy, which would be of great benefit to their own strength.

Therefore, Fusis Taka obviously would not maintain any good self-restraint towards the Primarch who had interfered in the management of his brother legion in a very excessive manner. He maintained superficial etiquette, slightly turned sideways, and prepared to start spewing venomous words at the uninvited guest who had openly brought the Wolf King to occupy the favorite soft couch of their beloved Primarch.

"Don't be stupid." Magnus' voice appeared in Fusis Taka's mind. "Go down quickly, my child."

The Scarlet King's voice sounded helpless. "It's okay, Phthys. Compared to being completely excommunicated by the Emperor and the Empire and being sentenced to disband all psionic units, just letting them follow us back to Prospero for surveillance is already a good result. You have to tell the others quietly, and emphasize again that it is my intention that everyone should be respectful and polite to my two...brothers, ahem, especially to the Lord of Steel, so that he can see the elegant, civilized, and wise side of our Prospero scholars. - I know those wolves and those iron warriors are not easy for you, but patience, my son, patience is also a virtue of scholars."

Since the Primarch had given such an order, the Templar Lecturer of the Falcon School immediately gave up his original plan, became polite again, saluted to the three (?) Primarchs, and then took his leave.

"Fusis Taka seems quite gentle and refined, not as straightforward as I heard before." Ramizane commented as the door just closed.

"Hehehe... My descendants are both warriors and scholars. We have always paid attention to preserving the civilization and culture of the conquered areas. This is completely different from the wild wolves who came and left behind only ruins and civilized wastelands. I believe this may have caused one of the differences we have always had."

It has to be said that although Magnus ten thousand years ago and the Utherma Atla that Ramizane met on the Steel of Destiny ten thousand years later were very different, there were some small living habits between the two that were surprisingly similar.

For example, now, the fifteenth Primarch was wearing a red and white Prospero scholar's robe, with his bright red hair braided into several braids hanging down the back of his head. He dismissed the eunuchs waiting for orders in the room, immersed his hands in ice water with his own hands, and then personally set a plate of sweet, iced summer fruits that were peeled, cut into pieces, and poured with honey for his two brothers - at least there was no use of psychic power here.

According to the final resolution they reached on Nikaea, on the way to Prospero to supervise the entire process of the reorganization of the XVth Legion, Magnus himself had to be supervised by his two brothers and was forbidden to use psychic powers at will. The officers of the Thousand Sons Legion were also named and assigned their own supervisors one by one to supervise their abuse of psychic power. By the way, considering the high professionalism of psychic technology and the high scarcity of trained psychics among the Iron Warriors, most of these supervisors eventually came from the Space Wolves.

In fact, when assigning corresponding supervisory rune priests to each Thousand Sons officer according to their number, Magnus sneered at the number of Space Wolves in the company who retained their own so-called Fenris Soul power.

"That's true," Ramizarn commented fairly. "After all, on Fenris, let alone videos and images, they don't even allow any written records to be left inside the Fang or the Legion. This is completely contrary to your love of building libraries and putting written records in them."

“Wait a minute.” Magnus paused, and he was obviously surprised. “I didn’t know this…! Perhaps you can tell me more about it?”

"There are many things you don't know, my foolish brother." The black and white "Leman Russ" lay there, flapping his furry tail up and down, tapping his two white claws skillfully. "This is what it means literally. Any recording medium that does not belong to the Space Wolves - text, books, pens and ink, cameras, cameras or anything similar, will be destroyed before entering the range of the Wolf Fang. They themselves will not leave any written records - otherwise why do you think they need bards, and need to listen to ancient stories, poems and other oral records together frequently and repeatedly beside the fire in the nest?"

"But bards always die." Magnus pondered. "Is it too risky for the culture and customs of an entire planet to be lost through word of mouth?"

"Written records alone are useless," said Ramizarn. "There are many 'dead scripts' left behind by the extinct dynasties. If no one can recite or use them, the scripts will die along with the civilizations they represent. Deciphering dead scripts is a big problem, such as Khitan, Linear A or Linear B."

"Linear B has actually been deciphered by Ventris in the second millennium." The Scarlet King suddenly said, his single eye fixed on "Perturabo". "I remember when we were digging on Terra, we found relevant reference table manuscripts and data documents. We were very happy at the time and celebrated, Perturabo."

[Don't answer right away! He's lying to you. We did have a great time doing archaeology together on Terra, but this is not what we dug up.]

[So what did you guys dig together? ]

[The manuscripts and drawings of a genius, that's what you tell him.]

[Is he suspicious that I'm impersonating you? ]

[Smart people always like to think too much. Don't worry, the more they think, the more conclusions they reach, and the less certain they become.]

"Well," the Lord of Iron said slowly under the probing gaze of the Scarlet King, "You must have remembered it wrongly, Magnus. What we have excavated together are the manuscripts and drawings of a genius. How could you have mixed them up into a comparison table?"

If the Fifteenth Primarch was confused at the moment, he did not show it. "I was indeed confused. Perhaps it was because the treasures hidden by the ancients in that cave were too rich."

[I am still lying to you. It is a lost secret room.]

"Isn't that a forgotten secret room?" "It's a dusty secret room." Magnus even looked a little... disappointed? "I remember you took away some scrolls and statues and said you planned to restore them."

[I don't know what he is thinking about now. You should be careful when answering him next.]

So those paintings and statues...

【Haven't you seen them in the Chapter Master's office?】

"Oh, I fixed them and hung them in my office. Perhaps you can go and see them next time you are free, Magnus."

The Scarlet King looked even more disappointed, and his attitude began to become somewhat arrogant again.

[*A sigh of helplessness*]

"So how long do you plan to stay here?" Magnus said. "This is the Vortep, my flagship. Don't your own flagships and fleets need their own primarchs to be on board? Isn't this the way of a commander?"

"I feel good staying here, brother." Ramizarn waved his hand around. The dome room was surrounded by countless wooden bookshelves, on which more books and manuscripts were neatly placed. Stairs led to different levels of bookshelves, and in the center of the room they were in were scattered with comfortable armchairs, piles of books, astrolabes, telescopes, divination tables, chessboards, incense burners and other small items. "I feel like I'm back home and relaxing."

"But I don't think it's appropriate, brother." Magnus crossed his arms. "This is my stateroom on my flagship. You're making it very inconvenient for me."

"It's very inconvenient." The black and white Russ typed out a line of words, "We are here to supervise you, Magnus, get it clear, we are not guests of your flagship!"

"Even if that's the case." The other man looked back and forth between the two of them with a curious look, "Then you can just take turns to supervise me. Why do you two have to stick together here all the time? Why do I have to prepare a bedroom for you two next to mine? Isn't it a bit absurd to have three primarchs living on a flagship all the time?"

"That's not an exaggeration." Ramizarn looked at him. "One reason is enough: there's a changeling imprisoned on your flagship. Although Soltarn and the others are guarding him, I still feel uneasy. I think the three of us should live next to his cell and take turns on duty until we land on Prospero and put him under the Great Pyramid."

"..."

"So you should expect us to arrive at Prospero smoothly and quickly! I am personally looking forward to interrogating the changelings - this is much more exciting than interrogating any Thousand Sons wizard."

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"While the Changelings are indeed dangerous and worth the heavy guard, I think it is also too dangerous for the three heads of the legions, the three noble Primarchs, to stay on the same ship like this," said Pallas.

"how?"

"If a sudden subspace storm occurs at this time, and an alien fleet suddenly launches a large-scale attack, or someone with ill intentions inserts a miniature nuclear bomb into the reactor of the Vortep... In short, don't put all your precious eggs in one basket in a galaxy where something could happen at any time."

"That's not a big problem. As for the latter two, the possibility is almost zero, and the first one...if a subspace storm targeting Fotep were to blow at this moment, the culprit would definitely be located immediately, so this kind of thing would not happen." Magna flashed this line of text in the back of his mind.

"Huh? Why are you so sure?"

"Because our four big customers want this ship to be safe and sound more than anyone else, then they still have the ability to create a super-large-scale subspace storm..."

Leman Russ nodded slightly.

In fact, the wolf leader had been frowning solemnly and reluctantly since the beginning. He didn't tell anyone, but he was indeed thinking about some serious issues.

Such as: Should he go back to the past when he was already ruined? Can he just stay here with this normal old Deng and his brothers who were not normal but much easier to get along with? If he stayed here, could he find a way to get a ship to Fenris and make the Sons of Fenris great again? And if he really had to go back ten thousand years, how should he face some of his descendants and how should he deal with them?

"It can even be said that if any confused believer or evil spirit intends to cause trouble there, they will be immediately strangled by their own masters. I bet that the four great evil spirits you popularized are in their respective territories with their troops, keeping a close eye on the other three people, fearing that someone will break the rules at this time and disrupt the balance in order to gain the upper hand."

"That's a pretty accurate description, Leman Russ," Magna said with a twinkle in his voice. "The fluctuations in the relevant report data I have on hand are not much different from your guess."

"In fact, Magnus and his legion's current submissive and obedient appearance does them no harm. On the contrary, since Magnus has not been deprived of real power, the Thousand Sons' home planet, all the institutions and treatment still exist, such a tolerant and submissive attitude towards the supervisors and executors will not be any worse for his reputation in the Terran Senate and the Imperial Army."

"It is human nature to always like to see noble and powerful people abide by the rules set for them by human society, right?" Pallas said thoughtfully.

"Or rather, mortals dream of virtue because they are weak," Magnar said with a twinkle.

(End of this chapter)