Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 684: The Fire Phoenix is ​​Destined to be Devoured by the Wolf
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"The Space Wolves have made comprehensive and thorough preparations for war against Prospero very early on. It's really great that the Thousand Sons can defeat them like this even though the enemy has already invaded orbit and started street fighting."

After checking the three-dimensional map planetarium on the bridge and the database contents on the Glorious Queen Hrafinkel, Ramizarn exclaimed.

"Looking at it this way, it seems that Old Den and Russ knew exactly how powerful the Thousand Sons and Magnus were, and they didn't dare take any of his reactions lightly; on the other hand, Magnus was almost deceiving himself the whole time - (the dog coughed loudly) - okay, that's enough, he simply thought that his father and brothers were too supportive of him the whole time, and he was too submissive. To put it another way, if he hadn't sent the remaining Thousand Sons to the Sorcerer Star when he was killed by Russ, he could be said to be the most submissive of all his sons, comparable to Rogal Dorn - to make Magnus behave so... childish, has Old Den's research for so many years been all about how to make people automatically put on filters for him?"

[Although not quite right, it is not far off.] Shepherd Dog sat on the captain's gorgeous red leather throne, his face gloomily tapping on the keyboards that Ramizane had violently pulled over and reconnected for him at his command, which could make the members of the Mechanicus scream with completely different meanings. [Why do you think many recorders' records of him were "a halo surrounded his face, making it impossible to look directly at it, and had to look away with tears"?]

"Although crying sounds like a byproduct of being moved, I feel like it's also because the eyes are pierced by the light... and this description sounds so familiar... I have to think about which book I read this in."

[This is always the method used by religions or similar organizations when they intend to create a supreme perfect being. Otherwise, they will find themselves facing an ultimate question that they will eventually discuss during their preaching or debates, and science and logic are the thread balls leading to the exit of this maze - OK! ]

The dog hit the last enter key, his short, flat claws scratching across the yellowed keycaps made of Fenrisian sea beast bones.

A series of loud resonances wavered through the layers of equipment on the bridge of the Hrafinkel. These ancient Space Wolves machines now sang a more harmonious movement under the training of Perturabo BC. Like a real organ, they used the lights of the equipment panels, the ticking of the computing units and the cooling hum of the Thinker engines as notes, and sang a distant ballad into the void under the genius coding command of Perturabo BC.

"What did you finish?"

[I have made an agreement with Hrafinkel to bomb the areas we marked in order. And remember to strictly control all authority between you and me, including the airdrop warehouse and... oh... hell... Russ... you bastard... we also have to deal with a new 'surprise' that Hrafinkel just told me! How many little secrets does Russ have from us? ! ]

"Ah, isn't this the responsibility of the weapons officer and the captain? If you let Hrafinkel fire on its own, won't it cause panic among the rune priests, for example, thinking that Hrafinkel has been invaded by some evil demons that exceed the limit? I mean, at this time, the Crimson Protocol is still strictly enforced on the surface, right?"

[Although the wolf pack has various troubles, they do have an advantage in this regard. The wolf king - as long as he is still the wolf king, his will is absolute and top-level. The wolf pack will strictly abide by any order, including execution and confidentiality. This does make the commander feel like he has an arm at his fingertips in the way of war and destruction, and it is no different now. The mortals in the wolf pack must also learn to live like the wolf pack, otherwise he will not get any good results. ]

"I think of poor Ushizar. He must be the most unlucky Thousand Sons officer who was sent to Fenris as an exchange officer, and he happened to be a telepath."

[Hmph. Magnus and Amon are not innocent in this regard either. It would be much better if they sent Fusis Taka or Carlophis. Even Hathor Mat is more suitable for this task than Baleko Ushizar. It can only be said that both sides...] The border collie considered it for a while, [...both are quite childish.]

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"You bastard?! Childish?" Leman Russ paced back and forth in the lounge. After listening to this conversation, he raised his head, his eyes radiating the sharp light of a predator, "Perturabo! The next time I see you, I will punch you even if you are a dog!"

Fulgrim Pallas and Corvos Clarks exchanged glances with each other. The former looked like he wanted to laugh but held it back. The Pigeon King stared at them and flapped his wings to signal them to quickly put away the expressions on their faces.

"You are still as fond of Sixth Brother as ever." Clarks said with a smile, deliberately adding a hint of Terra's accent to his voice.

The feathers on the dove's face hid his reaction well. "I admit that sometimes it is difficult for me to treat my creations equally. But now I will try my best to treat them equally."

"Is that so? Then your speaking ability is much better than that of the one on Terra. Is it that all the wisdom you have seen and heard in the galaxy over the past ten thousand years has been stored in this little brain of yours? Congratulations, father."

"Krax." The Pigeon King issued a warning, while the expression on the Dark Crow's face looked completely fearless.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Ruth looked over suspiciously, "Why do you smell like gunpowder?"

"Nothing." The Primarch of the Raven Guard smiled in the body of his offspring. Pallas always felt that his smile was marinated by the Dark Eldar. Was it an illusion? "We are just having a friendly 'chat'. Well, you might as well continue to see what our brothers want to do on your flagship."

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After openly tampering with the machine soul of the Hrafinkel, this strange pair of Primarch "brothers" left the bridge and walked into the interior of the ship.

The internal structure of this huge starship seemed to have been redecorated by its users according to their own preferences after leaving the factory. Except for the necessary meeting hall, most of the cabin was deliberately isolated to make it tortuous and deep.

Even the halls were still decorated with raw, rough rock in many places, not to mention the cabins, which looked nothing like the original. Rocks, hay, hanging herbs, teeth and bones were everywhere, as if the niches and small stone platforms were naturally formed or artificially carved, with flickering candles as lighting. On both sides of the main roads, there was sometimes a row of burning braziers or similar containers hanging from thick iron chains hanging from the ceiling as a light source.

In short, everything here will quickly make people who step in here feel dazed and doubt whether they are really on a starship floating in the void, rather than in a huge rock nest on some frost tundra world.

Oh, the reason it's called a nest is because there are also many quadrupeds moving around here.

Wolf.

The ship was full of Fenris wolves, which were huge in size and had fur as thin as steel needles.

These social animals were completely free-range in some areas of the starship. They would curl up in groups of three or five to take a nap in the haystacks, or devour or even snatch bloody pieces of meat and bones from unknown sources in front of the servants who came to deliver meals, or just stand there with their tails hanging down, their ears erect, their noses wagging, and their golden wolf eyes watching the people passing by outside the cave cabin where they lived in the shadows.

Several times, Ramizarn felt a creepy feeling on his back and heard the slight tapping sound of claws and nails on the ground. Fortunately, under Perturabo BC's stern glance, those creatures whimpered softly, lowered their heads, and pursed their ears, retreating back into the shadows.

"Why is it so dark everywhere in this place?" After walking for a while, turning countless corners, and then walking down for a long time, Ramizarn finally couldn't help asking.

[What? You can't see clearly? ]

"I can see clearly... but why? The bridge isn't very bright, and everywhere else is even darker. It's hard to imagine a dark ancient shaman cave atmosphere on a ship that can travel across the galaxy. Don't they need lights to do their daily business?"

[Because this dim light is more comfortable for the wolves' eyes and will not affect their daily lives. They can also feel calmer when they stay in such a dim light environment. - You don't want to hear the howling and barking of wolves on this ship at the same time.]

"Oh, what nightmare suddenly revived and is chasing me. But is it just for this? Then you can completely isolate an area and use normal lighting in other parts. I won't mention these unnecessary theme park-like decorations. Just regard it as my respect for local customs."

[When I say "wolf", I don't just mean Fenris wolves, Ramizarn. After all, don't forget, there are no wolves on Fenris.]

"Ah. I knew that, but after actually seeing them in person, I still find it incredible... This level of transformation is no different from the ancient legends."

The dog laughed.

"Perhaps they have been deliberately extracted from the same substance all along. Do you think this is possible?"

The dog shut his mouth.

[Okay, we're almost there. Let's get to know each other.] Perturabo and his body turned a corner, and suddenly the view in front of them was clear, with a stone door engraved with silver rope patterns and exorcism runes - of course, Ramizarn secretly measured it with LOGOS, and found that there was still a ceramic steel cabin door under this layer of stone. At least when the Martian or Jupiter dock built this ship, it was strictly produced according to the normal process.

Although the stone gate looks thick and solid and exudes a mysterious atmosphere, its entrance is empty and there is no guard.

"Who do you want to meet?"

Two hot, furry giants pounced towards them from the shadows on both sides. Ramizane stood there in shock, at a loss - LOGOS had already begun to activate the individual shield and reactor - and then a wet dog smell that was at least three hundred times stronger than Perturabo BC violently attacked the nose of the Fourth Primarch's body.

"A-choo! A-choo! A-choo! Hiss! Oh no! Stop licking! Stop licking! What's going on?! Why are they so enthusiastic?! Is this reasonable?!"

[Meet Russ's two...two wolf companions. This is Fritsch and this is Kili.]

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"what have you done?!"

Carlophis, Templar of the School of the Fire Phoenix, Captain of the 6th Company of the Thousand Sons Legion, now drew his weapon and assumed the standard combat stance of the Imperial Astartes like his cousin.

"It is gratifying to see that you have not forgotten how to fight with these weapons, Carlo Face."

The mortal young scholar spread out his hands, slightly lowered them, and moved his fingers in the air. Carlophis stared at the fingers that were moving the intricate runes effortlessly and skillfully, and at the same time realized with great surprise that the young man was drawing the Symbol of Sosmeth - the masking pattern that the Thousand Sons and their Primarchs had always used when they gathered and held secret meetings. Not only could this prevent anyone from using any means - whether technological or psychic means - to detect things within the range blocked by the symbol, it also had another effect - severing the connection between all people within the invisible cover and the ether.

Therefore, when Carlophis wanted to summon Theoda just now, his summoning was cut off, and he was unable to use his innate power, and could only turn to using crude mundane weapons to make more violent and direct attacks.

How could a mortal know the secret of this symbol? Could it be that -

"Oh, it seems you understand now?" Maatra showed a slightly approving look, "Tell me about it——"

"You flatterer!" Carlophis roared through his teeth, "You actually tricked the respectable Primarch into telling you such a secret! If you try to control something that you cannot control, it will backfire on you!"

A trace of sadness appeared in Utherma Atla's eyes. "Yes, what a prophecy, Calofus. If you try to control something that you cannot control, it will backfire on you. Perhaps you should go to the Black Crow Pyramid sometime."

But that trace of sadness and tenderness was soon covered by indifference and sneer.

"Oh? A flatterer? You are such a pig-brained person! Carloface! I don't remember ever teaching such a stupid student!"

"who are you……"

The Fire Phoenix's eyes widened, and in his increasingly enlarged pupils, reflected the image of a scarlet giant god that was also growing larger.

"Carlophis, you are destined to be eaten by wolves once. Today, I will personally make it happen for you."

When the Sixth Captain fell to his knees in astonishment, he saw from the corner of his eye that the red-haired giant pulled out a belt with seven Fenris wolves engraved on it from his waist... ?
(End of this chapter)