Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 685: Don’t forget to do business when playing with your dog. Let’s see your little secret, Ruth.
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"Ah! Bigger is better, more is justice!"

After using the Primarch's height and weight advantage to stroke two super-super-large giant wolves, which were absolutely impossible to have such large and thick fur on the old Earth, from the tip of their noses to the tip of their tails, a certain librarian hugged the wolves on both sides, stroked their heads, and made the above declaration in a smug manner.

Then, he immediately felt a pair of deadly gazes coming from behind.

"...Of course, there is no one in the universe who can compare to you, Pepe, you are my most beloved and perfect puppy!"

[Oh, really? First of all, I'm not a dog; secondly, how long do you want to keep your hand on this damn wolf-dog's head?!]

"Ahem." Ramizarn immediately withdrew his hand in dissatisfaction. Among Leman Russ's two wolves, the black male wolf named Fritsch was a little more reserved. He just wagged his drooping tail in dissatisfaction, while the white one was more coquettish. She put her head under the drooping palm of the Lord of Steel, and then deftly lifted and arched with the tip of her nose, letting the big hand put back behind her head.

"Ah, this is Kiri, right? She should be the youngest sister? Hey, you are so beautiful... I mean, my dear sister, let's make a deal. You really can't touch me anymore."

The white wolf whined twice, and turned its head to indicate to the demigod whose dog-stroking technique was much better than that of a certain brother who was quite careless, while showing him his furry ear holes - the unique pink skin of white dogs could be vaguely seen through them - "Oh, damn, isn't it time to pluck the ear hairs and do ear canal care! How long has it been since you cleaned your ears! Have you never used ear canal flushing agent?! I can't stand it at all! How could they raise you so roughly! Pepe! Come and see! Ruth's wolf-raising is simply amazing! Is this how he treats his brothers and sisters?!"

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So before opening the mysterious door, they had to spend about forty minutes plucking the ear hair of the two ridiculously large wolves, cleaning their ears, flushing their ear canals, and finally wiping their eyes, brushing their teeth and blow-drying their hair.

If you want to know why this can be done on the Hrafinkel, you have to ask what kind of wonderful pet care tools the Lord of Steel has stuffed into the space that looks like an ammunition compartment on one side of his ship, from hemostatic forceps and cotton balls to travel shampoo and conditioner to portable hair dryers.

In short, after the cleanup was finally completed, Russ's two good partners, Frich and Kili, were also very satisfied. Moreover, because they had just cooperated very well, Ramizane also took out a tube of small granules that smelled very delicious and gave one to each of them.

When the black wolf and the white wolf chewed the delicious little grains in their mouths until they were crunchy and shook their big tails to rub the Lord of Steel, wanting to let them pass, Ramizane looked at the dust and the more suspicious brown dried liquid and solid that he had just rubbed off from the wolf's head and body and howled, while shifting his gaze dangerously to the two wolves' big paws and the base of their tails.

[Enough! Let’s give them a bath after we come out! There is no suitable pool or hairdryer here!! Let’s go check out Ruth’s little secret first! No! (He gritted his teeth), it’s a big secret that’s troublesome!]

Perturabo BC, who had finally succeeded in preventing someone from having a mysophobia attack and further starting to wash the dog and waste time with such a sufficient and practical reason, is now unable to get angry. His wise dog head and face are full of fatigue and burning.

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And ten thousand years later, on the other side, there was also a Primarch who was furious.

"What's going on?!" Leman Russ shouted, his cold, elite and wise demeanor completely giving way to the Leman Russ of Upper Fenris. "How could this happen?! On what grounds?! How dare he? I mean, how could he! What kind of evil black magic did he cast on my brothers and sisters?! How could they treat him like this... treat him... They are noble and proud Fenris Wolves! Even if they would surrender and become companions of my warriors, it would not be like this! First meeting! Such a dog-like attitude!"

He roared, "He even fed them dog food! Is that dog food?! Can someone tell me why a Primarch who is always ready to go on expeditions, fight and destroy is not equipped with deadly weapons and bullets but with pet care kits and dog food?!" Russ accused very hurt, "He fed my wolves with dog food!!!"

"Well, aren't all dogs Canis lupus?" Fulgrim Pallas muttered.

"What do you know! Children are not allowed to talk!" Ruth roared and turned around to glare at him.

"Why are you showing your fangs to our little brother? Russ, I think you'd better behave yourself here if you want to stay." Clarks pointed out immediately, "The Destiny Steel is not the best place. Even for a Primarch like you, it is not easy to get out of here unscathed. Don't you think your wolf companion may be more perceptive than you?"

"Bullshit!" The Lord of Winter, War and Terror sneered at the Raven's warning. "If you weren't here, this place would be no different from being undefended in my eyes! Who can stop me? Who dares to stop me?! Just the Emperor's Son's ostentatious and ritualistic Peacock Dreadnought standing at the door, I can tear it down in a second!"

"Master Rilano will surely have something else to say if he gets a chance," Pallas muttered again.

"...You'd better wait for Perturabo and the others to come back and teach you a lesson you'll never forget. You're really too easily excited right now, I can understand that." Clarks looked at Russ, who had become uncontrollable because of the continuous bad news (?), with an indescribable look of pity.

"However, in terms of the situation just now, you really can't blame your wolf companions, because, um..." Dark Crow pondered for a moment and chose his words carefully, "Rami Zahn does have an aura in their eyes that 'this person is a super good person who can be asked for help and act cute, and he is very good at taking care of dogs and is willing to spend time on them.' What's more, he has such a complete tool box... It's normal for dogs, it's normal for dogs. So why don't you reflect on when was the last time you cleaned their ears, wiped their faces, and brushed their teeth?"

"I repeat! There can be no such delicate animals on Fenris! Our wolves are true hunters, not prey! They only rinse their mouths with the flesh and blood of their enemies! They sharpen their teeth with the bones of their enemies! The steaming blood of losers is their best bath! We hunt giant beasts in the snow and ice, and snuggle in the hay beside the fire to keep warm! This is the way of life in Fenris!"

"…but considering the domestication history of canines, I don't think any canine can refuse certain comforts provided by humans. And the average lifespan of properly raised domestic dogs is much higher than that of dogs in the wild." Pallas said in a very low voice, but everyone in this room has extraordinary hearing obtained through various channels.

The Pigeon King remained silent and slowly reduced his presence, while Magna glanced at the pigeon with understanding.

Clarks had already slowly stood up and made way for the only two brothers here who had the original body size. "Really? Then I think someone may need to calm you down for what's next..."

The panic and fear that could not be concealed by Ruth's surging anger and bravado were already obvious.

Apparently, Leman Russ had just recognized where the door he had asked his wolf brothers and sisters to guard led to.

And he knew exactly what secrets he had hidden behind that.

Clarks looked at the wolf king with pity.

"Brother, sometimes it may be difficult for us to say who is more...intelligent between you and Magnus."

——————————“Well, I promise to wait until we have everything ready and have some free time before I wash the dog… I mean the wolf. Pepe baby.”

Fritsch and Kili stood there and watched them walk to the gate. Perturabo BC had a gloomy face and began to contact the Hrafinkel without saying a word to unlock the combination lock on the gate for them.

After a series of clean and neat operations without any chanting or rituals that would have made the devout believers of Om Messiah scream and shout blasphemy, the door finally opened silently in front of them.

For an armored ceramic steel and stone-inlaid blast-proof door that looked to weigh at least fifteen tons, the noise it made when it opened was terribly slight.

"It looks like someone has been maintaining this door?"

[It may also be because this door is often used. ]

Perturabo BC snorted coldly, and they walked in, and then the dog dropped the gate at the door. Now Ramizarn found that they were in front of the second airlock door. The inner one looked much more simply decorated, but the pattern everywhere was a square with a vertical exorcism rune in the middle. [You'd better be ready to open the LOGOS's individual shield and run out at any time. We should not go too deep at the beginning. ]

"Okay, let me see what's so secret... Hey, what's that strong smell inside... Ah?! [Gutai swearing] What is this?!!!"

Following a horrifying inhuman howl, countless claws and fangs as sharp as blades pounced towards them from several directions.

“Ahhhhh!!!”

The black and white furry tyrant howled to the sky.

The tall black figures that walked on two feet with hunched backs stopped hesitantly, and Ramizarn heard a panting sound that was quite familiar to him, the sound of saliva dripping from teeth to the ground, and the strong smell of beasts and fur.

The smell of blood, the strong smell of spoiled blood, fermented hay, and other smells similar to those of an uncleaned doghouse mixed with gusts of hot air came from the depths of the dark hall, almost blowing up the cables above his head.

As well as pairs of golden wolf eyes that still retained a trace of intelligence, fur-covered faces and hands, deformed bones, razor-like claws, and broken pieces of power armor covering their bodies.

Some of the armor still bears the insignia of the Space Wolves.

"…[Gutai swear]! Russ hid a werewolf on the ship!"

[That's right.] Perturabo BC looked around, and with his stern eyes and momentum, he forced back the werewolves who wanted to get closer and smell his breath with doubtful eyes. [These should have been Astartes.]

“But…” Ramizane adjusted to the light here and began to look around, using LOGOS to assist his visual scan, “…something’s wrong…”

[You discovered it too, right?]

"Yes... if there are only one or two, it is not surprising. After all, there are no wolves on Fenris. Even Ahriman knows this saying by now..." Ramizarn, who started counting, also began to look serious. "But... there are at least..."

[Three thousand.] Perturabo BC’s voice sounded extremely cold.

"Why is he hiding so many werewolves on his flagship... Wait! This isn't right! This means he is fully aware of the werewolf problem in his own army! How long has this been going on? But the leaders of his large company are secretly executing their werewolf brothers and hiding the news from Rus! They even think Rus doesn't know! No... Let me digest this! [Gutai swear]! This means...!"

[That is to say, Leman Russ is actually the one who knows best what the Wolf Spiral will bring to those who accept the Space Wolf gene seed, but he also concealed this matter, and he has been collecting these human wolf hybrids for a long time. So I said that anyone who thinks he is a barbarian who can't disguise himself is a real fool. ]

Perturabo BC raised a paw and pointed at a werewolf with silver-black fur. The other party hesitated for a moment, walked slowly towards him, and lowered his head. They could see that although its head was covered with fur, the shape of its skull was poorly changed and did not completely turn into a wolf head with a protruding snout. Instead, it retained some facial genetic features unique to Astartes.

[You see, the intelligence and self-control of these werewolves who stayed behind can be controlled by the Wolf King... He didn't execute them, why do you think that is?]

"When he left them behind, he was planning to send them to the battlefield." Ramizane swallowed, feeling a chill rising up his spine, "Did he originally plan to send them to Prospero?!"

[It is almost certain.]

"That means... if he uses the werewolves, he has no intention of letting the Thousand Sons and the residents of Prospero..."

[Yes, if the werewolf troops were thrown into the ground by the Space Wolves, then he would not intend to leave everyone here alive. ]

"But we have the imperial guards and nuns led by Waldo..." Ramizarn himself fell silent halfway through his speech.

[So this is what the original conspirator expected to happen.] Perturabo BC looked around, [The werewolves were consumed, the Thousand Sons and Magnus accepted the fate of destruction obediently and loyally, Russ performed his duties as ruthlessly as before, the Thousand Sons were completely destroyed, and the Space Wolves suffered heavy losses. In this way, the old man's left arm that he could rely on in the future cut off his right arm.]

"Who on earth is that...?"

(End of this chapter)