Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 680 Magnus was sleepy, and Magnus brought him a pillow
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"what are they doing?"

The atmosphere in the room became subtly relaxed with the addition of the newest brother, and Pallas began to eat the snacks in his hand with a loud squeak.

He had never seen anyone make this new snack before. It didn't exist on Terra, let alone on Chemos and Medusa.

The rich cream filling in the puff pastry horn sprinkled with sugar has a delicate and cool texture, sliding smoothly over the tongue and esophagus. Its color is emerald green, and together with the pink, meat-like and slightly sweet beans at the bottom of the horn, it creates a soft inside and crispy outside with varied taste. Paired with the rich and bitter black tea, he couldn't help but pick up the second one after finishing the first one.

And the young Phoenix's question also had a hidden meaning.

Now, their perspective followed Ramizane and Perturabo BC to the bridge of a warship in space.

"Come to think of it, this is my first time seeing the interior of Russ's Glorious Queen's bridge."

The Wolf King looked at his little brother with amusement. Behind his neatly trimmed and polished nails were fingers covered with thick tissue growth from years of holding weapons. Now, these fingers were gently tapping on the smooth white oak table in the room.

"So, from the perspective of a proud Purple Court Phoenix, what do you think of the bridge of my Hrafinkel, Pallas?"

The handsome young man on the other side raised his lip. "I must say, it's surprisingly my style, Russ. I mean the whole thing is very... grand, like a throne room or a cathedral, and I like the way you used a lot of Legion blue-gray, a little red, and gold plating on the cable ducts and other things."

"Oh," the wolf king looked expressionless, but his aura showed that he was quite pleased with the sincere compliment from his brother who used to be the most proud and picky, even though he was a little brother. "Only one part of it is gold-plated, and the other part, the main pipe, is made of brass, which has a more suitable hardness than gold."

"That is also beautiful," said Fulgrim Pallas, observing the bridge of the Hrafinkel carefully as their perspectives changed. "This is quite different from your usual style. It looks more solemn and majestic... Oh! Are those multi-layered keyboard keys covered in ivory? They are precious antiques."

"Not quite, although it's very similar." Russ replied, "But they are all carved from the bones of the Fenris Leviathan and were used when the bridge was completed."

"The color formed by natural use is charming with the cables and equipment settings that are like giant organ pipes. They are very quaint, but they also blend well with the holographic projection screens and the war room area that report real-time data." Pallas confirmed again, "The Hrafinkel has a ferocious appearance, but the interior looks so comfortable and suitable for commanding a war."

"Comfort and ease of attack are the top priorities for the beast's lair." The wolf king's eyes flickered, "But I'm also very curious, my two... guests came to my flagship and evacuated everyone, what do they want to do now."

In the scene they saw, the captain of the Hrafinkel, a strong old man with a long and thick gray beard like steel wool, a gorgeous pointed hat, and a gorgeous and straight captain's uniform, saluted with a serious face to the black and white wolf king sitting on his brother's broad shoulders, and then he left here with a series of officers holding documents and data tablets, leaving his command throne and the entire bridge to the two Primarchs.

The other technical officers and commanders on the bridge also withdrew one by one. The personnel in the work seats surrounding the command throne on several floors also left the room like a tide. For a moment, there was no one left here except the necessary servitors to keep the ship running.

Even the little angels and the suspended mechanical insect devices left with their respective masters. Only two "Primarchs" were left here.

Then they saw the two "people" walk to the center of the bridge, which was surrounded by low and high seating workstations in front and back.

There stood an extremely spectacular machine: a planetarium with a diameter of ten meters, composed entirely of curved holographic screens. Against the backdrop of the void of black velvet dotted with diamonds outside the bridge window, it looked like a huge Paraiba tourmaline carved into a spherical shape.

Many gold-plated brass circular rulers, tracks, projectors and other things surround it like intricate golden star tracks. There is a kind of beauty that makes people mistakenly think that this sphere is fragile and elegant, but if you look down carefully, you will find that its base is as firm and thick as the world tree, and cables are crawling under the operating devices and display screens around its base like tree roots exposed on the ground.

Now, this giant tree is running autonomously with the blue gem-like instrument supported by it. It is very quiet except for the slight sound of mechanical transmission and engine current.

"Oh, Russ, your holographic simulator is amazing. On such a huge scale, we can simulate the terrain of the planet's surface to a point that is extremely valuable for full-scale strategic reference - I have to say, great work." Pallas exclaimed, "It seems that it has even imitated the rotation and revolution of a planet day and night very vividly, right?"

"In fact, it can be enlarged. Oh, yes - you see, they are now enlarging the New City of Tizca separately and displaying it on the new holographic screen next to it for careful inspection. The accuracy of the entire surface can be achieved at the centimeter level in urban areas, ports or certain areas. Even the flowers inserted in the hair of passers-by can be seen clearly!" The Wolf King proudly introduced his three-dimensional holographic planet map in the war room.

"Really? Then its value is even more worthy of appreciation," Pallas said, his lavender eyes staring at the planetarium with sparkling eyes, "If this kind of accuracy can be achieved, it will be of great value to the implementation of real-time tactics! Imagine if you can get such an accurate target map in advance when implementing light and dark decapitation tactics..."

“Wait a minute,” Clarks said suddenly, “You said they were looking at a highly detailed tactical map of Tizca Novus.”

The Raven Guard Primarch was now looking at Leman Russ with his purple eyes. "That is to say, this planetarium shows Prospero's global high-precision tactical map, and it should be constantly updated."

Ruth leered at him and blew a puff of air through his nostrils.

Pallas's expression slowly changed. The Phoenix, who lacked practical experience, realized something after being reminded, and his emotions changed from joy to surprise and disbelief.

"Considering that this is the inventory map displayed on the bridge of your flagship... Logically, the Space Wolves arrived at Prospero with the Iron Warriors fleet after the Conference of Nicaea. Perturabo had no reason or time to conduct such a high-precision reconnaissance of Magnus's home planet, and Magnus would not allow the Space Wolves fleet to approach and scan his legion's base from multiple angles and with high precision. Am I right?"

"So what?" Russ seemed to want to spit on the ground out of habit at that moment, but the floor polished to a shine by the chief etiquette officer and the loud cough of the pigeon king barely stopped him. "My descendants and I have discovered for a long time that Ibn Rusta is likely to be a spy sent by Magnus! Since then, we have realized the danger of Magnus and his legion abusing witchcraft. Considering the responsibilities we have been given, I always have to prepare for the worst case scenario!"

"How long ago did you discover that there was something wrong with Casper Hauser, also known as Ibn Rusta, and that you were sure that Magnus had sent him to Fenris as a spy to infiltrate your ranks?" Magna asked with a flash of doubt. "I vaguely remember that it was not nineteen years ago?"

"Nineteen years." Something wolfish appeared on Russ's face. "But it was the nineteenth year of Fenris. The Great Year."

Pallas blinked, and the Magna Link Database quickly gave an answer, "Fenris's planetary orbit is an extremely flat ellipse, and its big year is equivalent to two to three times the standard Terra year." "Does that mean you have been preparing for the war against Prospero for so many years? Oh, God, Russ. Brother..."

The wolf king snorted and leaned back, and the back and legs of the chair creaked slightly.

He unconsciously fiddled with the cup of whiskey tea in his fingers.

"After all, we are not deaf! We have long heard the doubts about the Thousand Sons and their Great Sorcerers. Besides, it was he who first sent carefully trained agents with camera eyes to Fenris... and the rumors we heard. The Thousand Sons' picky and arrogant accusations about our tactical style, and their curious exploration of our secrets... The Sons of Magnus really like to explore knowledge, especially the most taboo and secret ones. This is not good, very bad, some secrets should be forgotten as time goes by, which is good for everyone. And their habits are destined to make them open things they shouldn't open one day."

Finally, Russ raised his head and drank the whiskey tea in one gulp. "I decided to prepare for my offspring and my mission. I don't think there is anything wrong with my scouting of Prospero in advance."

The bottom of the Primarch-sized bone china teacup tapped against the tabletop, and the room fell silent once again.

"Ahem." This time it was Clarks who spoke first. "I have no intention of blaming you, but hearing your own answer before Prospero burned does confirm some of the strange feelings of dislocation that I have always had in my heart." The genetic Primarch of the Raven Guard looked at the King of Frost and War through the purple eyes of his offspring, and then looked at the Pigeon King.

"Father would occasionally be reliable and do something useful for our great cause," he said with emotion.

Ruth's brows were tightly knitted together.

"What do you mean?"

"Well... I think you might as well see for yourself what they are going to do next." Clarks said softly, "Look at the infernal scroll that Ramezane and Perturabo showed you, how the Space Wolves would fight their brother legions so fiercely, and finally burn Prospero, almost destroying the Thousand Sons... and you killed Magnus with your own hands in the battle."

The wolf king stood up suddenly from his seat.

A trace of genuine disbelief and panic finally appeared in the wolf's eyes.

"All this... is it inevitable that it will happen in the end?!"

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The afternoon sunlight of Tizca shone obliquely on the outer walls of the pyramids of the schools. These beautiful and tall buildings sparkled in the sun with ivory, pearl, gold and silver of crystal glass.

Magnus strode out of the pyramid of the Black Raven School in the sunlight. In the medical room that he had left behind, Ahriman was still lying there, unconscious.

And Magnus felt a fatal challenge in the knot of Ahriman's fate, which became more and more complicated the more he tried to untie it: this man who had made such a big move to the entire fate of his most beloved son right under his nose, was not only so bold, but also so smart and experienced.

The Fifteenth Primarch almost had a certain admiration for the other party. If the troubles with Prospero and the Thousand Sons Legion had not been completely resolved, he would definitely summon all the lecturers and servants of the Templars, perform a ritual to help him leave his body, and use his etheric body to search for any clues about this man in the Sea of ​​Souls.

This cunning and clever guy is simply a worm in Magnus's stomach!

He had never thought that anyone could predict his actions in situations that he could predict, and he had already encountered this situation eight times while trying to solve the riddle of the ball of thread on Ahriman and find the hidden soul of Ahriman.

Today was the ninth time. The Primarch of the Thousand Sons thought with some annoyance, clenching his fingers. Although there were many contents in the Book of Magnus, the one who set up the spell for Ahriman was even better... Maybe... He thought hesitantly, maybe he could secretly go to the Sea of ​​Souls by himself, or, since he had already made such a plan, he could go to Terra by the way and seek his father's answer to this? But if he did that...

He calculated the number of helpers and energy needed, and then found out with great frustration that without the help of a psychic prophet like Ahriman, it would be too difficult to find someone with psychic strength and skills close to his.

After all, Ahriman's talent is so extraordinary that you can't just expect to run into someone with the same spiritual light and spiritual power strength as him on the street...

...one who is equally matched?

Magnus blinked his remaining eye.

"Go and get that young man. The one with the green eyes."

He gave these instructions to the attendants around him.

This is really like a pillow brought to you when you are sleepy.

I am indeed a person blessed by God.

(End of this chapter)