Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 672 Damn it, I was here first
"Innovenus reports that once we finish our last jump, we can begin our journey into high orbit around Prospero. Ah! Finally! I've never felt such a long journey!"

Magnus contentedly threw himself into the soft leather depths of a large, comfortable massage couch.

Then the Primarch pressed a button, and stretched his legs comfortably as the servo motors hummed and raised the footrests, feeling the massage components go to work and rub over his strong muscle bundles, kneading them open.

"Now, apart from those wild wolves that smell like hot dogs and those uncivilized aliens," he said loudly, "I think this galaxy is beginning to move towards perfection! Perturabo! If you and I join forces, we will definitely..."

"Don't be silly. It would be better to leave that seat for someone who wants to sit there."

A hand reached out from the side and rubbed his red hair.

It was a rude gesture, of course, and not something one Primarch would allow himself to do to another should they meet - well, he wasn't so sure about Fulgrim and the Iron Hands, since he had caught a glimpse of them while they were forging iron under the mountain - but now the noble Inspiration that emerged from Perturabo's shell was allowed to do this to Magnus.

After a careful consideration that no one could understand and a study of Leman Russ's behavior pattern, the Fifteenth Primarch believed that allowing Perturabo to do so would be beneficial to himself, the Legion, the Empire, the Emperor and humanity.

Now that he had caught a glimpse of the sublime, his way of thinking would no longer be limited to all the knowledge he had ever learned - God! How narrow-minded he had been before! How self-righteous! Less reserved and humble! Yes! Magnus, you should look up, like a seeker of knowledge who is chasing the traces in the mountains for the first time, and try to pursue something broader again!
For example, even though psychic magic is very convenient, he has to admit that the exquisite furniture and equipment made by Perturabo are indeed as convenient as psychic power. He felt a little awkward at first, but after personally trying the various wonderful gadgets in Perturabo's room, he felt that this was indeed a new knowledge system.

Moreover, this close brother who was now in a strange state of enlightenment (in Magnus's opinion) also told him that if Magnus wanted to use the large amount of pure primordial power he had drawn from the depths of the vast ocean to gradually allow all people trapped in the physical cage of the real universe to feel the same diverse and colorful feelings as his body of light could feel, as he had originally planned, the whole process would not only be likely to consume a huge amount of energy, a very long time and various obstacles, but there would always be a large number of people whose psychic powers could not reach the level of being able to control magical skills. These people would never be able to experience what Magnus wanted them to experience in their entire lives, so they would never be able to understand Magnus' efforts.

"But these talents are the majority that always appear among us, Magnus. You want to liberate everyone from the cave, which is good, but you only consider a very small number of people. You don't consider how the vast majority of people can gain a place in your system, nor do you consider the most pessimistic scenario. You just assume that everyone is the ideal and most rational person - you can't consider practical matters in this way."

How could it be possible? Magnus was offended by the statement that he was an inconsiderate child.

Of course he considered it! Even now, there are a large number of mortals with weak psychic powers on Prospero, and not every warrior in the legion has the ability to further cross the threshold of the mind state. This does require some talent. Magnus believes that these people can serve as farmers, servants, or do other ordinary jobs like on Prospero today, and those who are capable can go further and ascend to various pyramids or participate in the legion's tests. Hasn't it been proven to be very harmonious?
"But Prospero has one of the highest rates of psykers in the galaxy, Magnus. You can't use the situation here to measure the rest of the empire. It's like using the income level of a country's financial center's financial high-tech zone as the national average income level."

This metaphor is quite rare, so Magnus also asked the other party for the meaning of those special terms.

After shamelessly receiving a few incredulous looks and eye rolls from the other party (although Magnus felt that they were not directed at him), the enlightened "Perturabo" roughly explained these terms and their usage context in governance and administration for him - just by listening to these words and their meanings, Magnus felt that a certain invisible power in himself had become more refined and stronger.

As long as he could safely learn the meaning of these terms from this noble one here, he would be able to enjoy the powerful original power that was no less than the original power during his subsequent digestion and meditation - if this was not the miracle of knowledge brought by "Perturabo", then what else could it be?

In other words, if such raw power could be imparted to a wise man like Magnus simply by verbally sharing a few words with him, then it would make sense that Perturabo made his stunning debut at the Theater of Nikaea, saved Magnus with ease, and twisted a full-force attack on Leman Russ to avoid more serious consequences.

The direct feeling of gaining primordial power through his favorite learning knowledge was so good, as if it was a fountain of power tailor-made for him. Different from the primitive and active feeling when absorbing the primordial power, the power imparted to him by "Perturabo" was not only powerful but also more suitable for him in terms of improving his state of mind. There was no doubt that his fourth brother was indeed the first one among them to realize himself and call for enlightenment. Maybe Magnus was a little behind his fourth brother in this regard? But it didn't matter, he could try to be the second one.

Based on Magnus' recent observations, he could conclude that Leman Russ had long known that being close to Perturabo, who had apparently had some adventures in the desolate outer reaches of the universe, would bring similar benefits.

This cunning wolf, this greedy dog, now relies on the fact that he is not a human being to stay with Perturabo all day long, and uses his good fur to obtain whispers of more knowledge!
Damn it! I was the first one to come here! I was the first one to befriend Perturabo!

Magnus even had a dark suspicion that the stuffed animal body that looked and felt really good to the touch seemed to be a disadvantage, but it might be an extra one of the many benefits that "Leman Russ" had gained.

After all, maybe changing your body to see the world in a different way would give you some different views? If this idea were known to a certain black and white furry tyrant, he would probably give his brother, who has a very unique idea, a hard slap on the forehead.

- Didn't this "Perturabo" once call him "Magic Pony?" So... if his body was transformed into the shape of a horse... would it be possible to bring him additional powerful strength or enlightenment...?
Unbeknownst to everyone, Magnus's passionate and amazing thoughts had already rushed in a direction that even his expensive blue godfather began to panic and tried to pull the reins but failed.

"correct."

Next to the Scarlet King who seemed silent but had opened up an indescribable new universe in his mind, a certain lazy person who was stroking the fluffy tail of the black and white dog who could not help but work hard on the keyboard and leisurely turning over a page of the recorders' notes suddenly remembered something.

"Where did they take Caras Typhon after he was caught?"

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Karas Typhon was being held in an extremely bright cell.

The lights were built into the ceiling in a rather novel and very alien way, making the cell a hundred times brighter than the top of Barbarys on a best-weather day.

The ground, the walls, and the remaining ceiling were all covered with thick silver metal. He was not sure what metal it was, but it gave him a very uncomfortable feeling. Many of the metals were openly engraved with fresh Prospero's magic circles and runes - bah! Prospero's arrogant stuff and the deceived Lord of the Fourth Legion! Mortarion once admired his brother, but it turned out that this protective and biased Iron Lord was not worthy of him at all!

Typhon thought of Mortarion again for a moment. Since he, the captain of the Death Guard, had been besieged and arrested so blatantly, what about the Primarch? What about Mortarion, the Primarch? However, he was the Emperor's biological son after all, so it shouldn't be possible...

A hidden one-way air supply vent on the wall was opened, and the air gradually became sharp and cold, filled with a faint smell of ozone.

A horrible pain invaded Typhon's airway as he breathed. He opened his eyes wide and felt that every one of his bronchus and even alveoli seemed to be covered with sensitive nerves and was soaked in intense pain. His two hearts began to beat at a terrifying rate and force, to prevent the body they served from going into shock due to the pain brought by the three lungs, which overflowed from the chest cavity to the abdomen and limbs.

Was this an interrogation technique? To wear down his willpower by inflicting extreme and prolonged pain first?

That might mean that his life was safe for a short time, in which case he might be able to hold on until Mortarion came to rescue him.

Mortarion will come to rescue him, won't he?
Just as he had saved him in Barbarossa, he had to save him.

The chemical smell in the air became stronger.

At a moment when he was in so much pain that he spasmed and arched his body, Karas felt that it would be a mercy for a mortal to faint from the pain, and he now begged for it desperately.

It's a pity that the Death Guard's gene-seed did faithfully demonstrate its tenacious nature here. He was in so much pain that his eyes went black and he couldn't breathe, but he still didn't succeed in fainting from the pain.

The former first captain of the Death Guard now felt severe pain all over his body as if he was burned by acid and fire, but he still didn't know why he ended up like this.

——It’s not that I don’t know the reason, I just don’t know why it happened at this time and why I was suddenly noticed.

What went wrong?
Until the meeting of Nikea, he would not have shown any problems that would attract attention. Even though he knew his talents and abilities, until he stood next to the other Primarchs, the Grand Admiral of the Custodes and Radon, who was also a Captain of the First Company, he seemed to be on the same side as them.

It should have gone unnoticed, undiscovered, until the promised gift and moment arrived.

He didn't quite understand, everything should be so harmonious and smooth. When the first sentence of Nikaea was announced, he was still talking with Mortarion in a mood that was very close to happiness. Celebrating their victory, the Primarch's mood at that time was as close to satisfaction as he had ever seen.

But things quickly took a turn for the worse.

It's a completely unreasonable and rapid change.

He watched as things began to slide in a direction he could not understand.

Everything that happened afterwards began to make him feel a little panic, but Astartes would not panic. Karas imagined what Erebus had promised him and everything he had planned. The wheel of fate had begun to roll forward, and even if it was hit by a stone on Nikea, it could not stop it from moving forward. Thinking of this, his emotions gradually regained a trace of calm in the depths of pain.

Just let it be, his and Mortarion's path will eventually be proven correct by the fate of the galaxy, the time will come when he gives Mortarion his gift and his brother accepts that embrace, and he will prove to Mortarion his promise that he was the right one all along, not the stubborn Mortarion.

The Death Guard will have a more respected future, and they will gain a more important position in the galaxy than any other legion now - the revenge on all those who look down on them and reject them, and the wanton torture of trampling them underfoot for a thousand or ten thousand years, is so sweet just to imagine.

Typhon had always believed that once Mortarion tasted a little of the sweet justice that he and Erebus brought him, he would not be able to refuse it. He knew that they were the same kind of people and Mortarion would never be able to refuse it.

And Calas Typhon will play a crucial role in the whole incident.

When the climax of the turning point in the road is unveiled, he will become the protagonist that everyone is paying attention to.

Yes, until then, just do what you always do and be patient.

“…It’s simply unreasonable.”

At this moment, a voice made Karas, who was in severe pain and confusion, feel like he was falling into an icy cave.

When was there anyone else in this cell?
"...Who...?" He mumbled a word from the depths of his throat.

(End of this chapter)