Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 687 Some Thousand Sons’ Bedtime Horror Stories
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"The Order of Ominous Omens?!"

On the two Glorious Queens at the two ends of the ten thousand year river of time, several voices exclaimed at the same time.

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The lounge of the Destiny Steel was as noisy as the two sides of the table during a meeting of the House of Commons.

"Uh, sorry, but what is the Order of Omen?" / "Strange, how could Perturabo know this?" / "Allfather! How much more have you not told us?! Can't you trust even me?! After all I've done for you?!" / "You told Perturabo?"

Then, realizing what each had said to each other, the four Primarch brothers began to glare at each other again.

Finally, Clarks, whose thick skin had obviously been developed through countless visits to the Comoros and other places, coughed lightly and stood up to break the deadlock.

"Let's do this," said the Raven Lord. "We'll take each question one at a time. Anyway." He smiled with his canine teeth very white. "Father is here. He can't run away. First, let's explain to little Pallas how the Omen Society was our father's evil... I mean, a work of fantastic imagination."

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[Yes, don't tell me you don't know what the Order of Omen is. ]

Perturabo BC propped up his front legs and squatted on his hind legs on the captain's red leather throne, glancing at Ramizarn. His perfect handsome and intelligent appearance made the latter couldn't help but reach out and rub his head. The dog shook his head instinctively and then sneezed.

"According to my limited understanding... the Order of Omens should refer to the batch of psychic Titans that the Emperor researched and manufactured alone under the Terran Palace in the late period of the Great Crusade, right?"

Ramizane had an expression as if he was trying hard to search his memories in his mind.

"However, it may not be accurate to say that he built it alone. It should be said that he modified it just like your father modified cars alone in his basement garage. He asked Mars for 25 newly produced Admiral-class Titans that had not yet been equipped with a chief pilot. These Titans were transported to Terra amidst the doubts of some on Mars. No one has ever seen these 25 divine machines since then. It is speculated that they were all used by the Emperor for experiments or formation of the Omen Convent, and then thrown into the Webway War under the throne, and thus disappeared."

[Yes, but not entirely. ]

"Uh?"

[First, they did not actually never appear again, but appeared more than once on different battlefields; second, they are not Psychic Titans, in the literal sense.]

"Eh? But..."

[I don't think you can be blamed for this.] Perturabo BC's tone suddenly became persuasive. If there was someone who knew him well, they would know that the Fourth Primarch was now determined to try a long-planned deception, and it would definitely succeed. [I think you may be a victim of some Albion-Seris translation error.]

"Uh uh? Is that so? So the problem is...?"

[When you say psychic titan, you must be thinking of the word Psychic Titan, right?] The shepherd sent this word to his body in a better way.

"Isn't it? This translates to Psychic Titan."

[But just like the Ominous Order and the Ominous Ark actually have no duplicate Gothic words, the Ominous Order's Psychic Titan is actually the Psi-Titan. ] The sheepdog's dark brown eyes flashed with an evil and satisfied light, [Do you know the difference between the two? ]

"…I would like to hear the details, but I have a bad feeling."

[Psychic Titans are easy to understand. They operate in a similar way to the Titans of the Eldar. They don't cause much pain or discomfort to the drivers... or at least they are within the scope of ordinary people's understanding - the psychological expectation that being able to use a fragile mortal body to drive a humanoid combat robot that is tens to dozens of meters tall must come at a certain price - although I don't want to explain the technology of those pointy ears in detail, I think you can understand what I mean? ]

"Although you didn't say anything, I seem to understand what you mean. Hey, why do I suddenly want to drink a glass of orange juice?"

[Well, very good, let's continue. And the meaning of the Spirit Driven Titan is that psionic energy... or psionicists in this machine are a kind of... 'fuel for driving it' rather than drivers, and they are not even considered 'human beings'. Do you understand what I mean? ]

An indescribable smell, closest to the feeling of having cooling oil poured into the brain, took control of him within the two seconds it took him to figure it out.

"You mean these Titans burn psykers internally for power? Like some kind of mobile miniature engine version of the Golden Throne...?"

[Hmm... Obviously, this thing has some creativity, but it's not necessarily friendly to humans.] The dog sneered, [Even that woman said that she believed that psychics and immortals were the next new form of humans, and their birth, including the old thing, was to guide everyone to this stage. Then I think his attitude towards his quasi-compatriots is really not very friendly. You are also wrong in one aspect.]

"What……?"

[It's not just burning psychics as a power source. If they can get such a quick death, they're lucky. In fact, it's loaded with a large number of psychics that have been stripped down to the smallest size to retain power as "batteries" and "bullets."]

Perturabo BC grinned, "This thing is a combination of the principles of the Golden Throne and the principles of the Geller Stand, with a large number of things installed inside the cockpit of the Warlord Titan that will make all the Martians start screaming and flee the Empire. One of the principles of its permanent weapons and control mechanism is to repeatedly torture three Alpha-class psykers to complete the operation. Every psychic ammunition and every attack it fires at the enemies of the Empire is based on research and development of how to torture many living people longer, more painfully, and more delicately and drain their psionic energy. - Does some of this sound familiar? Now no one can say that Conrad doesn't look like our father. 】

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Somewhere far away, in a completely dark private room deep within the Queen of Glory that had been silent recently, a humanoid figure slowly raised his head from his throne of meditation.

“Cursed blood…” Conrad Curze’s pure black eyes were filled with confusion, frenzy and disbelief. “I must… No… Maybe… I must… Ahhhhhhh!!! A bad omen! Is it a bad omen or an omen?! I can’t tell! A bad omen… a bad omen… I must…”

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"...I originally thought that Fabius Bile was the craziest so-called scientist I had ever seen." Fulgrim Pallas murmured, while turning his gaze to the Pigeon King whose eyes kept rolling, "Now I really want to know what happened back then..." "Ahem." Seeing that the topic was about to turn to something that the Pigeon King did not want to answer at all, He coughed quickly, "I will answer the questions you want to ask in private later."

"So," Leman Russ stared at his father's incarnation ten thousand years later, "so you didn't deny that you secretly put this psychic stuff in the fleet I took to Prospero to punish my brother, but you didn't tell me. You let me take the Titans driven by flesh and blood psychic energy to punish Magnus and others who were punished for using psychic energy?!"

"Well. This is just a backup measure... We won't release them to the ground unless it's absolutely necessary... If we don't release them, you won't know the whole process. Really, Russ, this way you don't have to worry about anything, right? Besides, I don't intend to let things go this far..."

Magna's mind flashed with words at a very timely moment. "But things have almost reached that point. I doubt that if Magnus and his sons with the strongest psychic powers had chosen to surrender when Russ arrived, the Custodians and the Sisters of Silence would have used something to restrain them and load them back to Terra. After all, the Spirit Driven Titan not only has complete measures to put powerful Alpha-level and above psykers into a state of forced dormancy, control, and destruction at any time, but also its attack and defense strength is not only related to the degree of surgery and torture, but also positively correlated with the strength of the psykers inside it that serve as fuel and bullets, right?"

Someone in the room gasped.

"It shouldn't be that bad... Him?" Pallas said desperately, "Please leave me a little fantasy about family and love from elders. Otherwise, this future where I still have to fight to protect humanity is too unreasonable and too hopeless for me."

"Oh, brother. It's okay. This time, we will always be with you." Magna placed a golden armored hand on the back of Pallas' hand, and Clarks also came over and placed his much smaller hand.

Ruth snorted coldly, but finally, he looked at the pigeons, then at his three brothers, and slowly walked over. He didn't put his hands on them, but he changed his seat to their side.

"Well, I developed the Spirit Drive Titan for the purpose of fighting the Webway War. It has obvious combat power against demons."

"Oh? Then why didn't you tell Magnus that his and his son's power was very important and should be used to fight the demons? Instead, you convened the Council of Nicaea. If you had directly sentenced him on the spot and put him on the throne, and then put the captains of the Thousand Sons into the control furnace of the Soul-Drive Titan - Pallas, I'm just making an assumption -" Clarks pressed his hand on his horrified brother, "Then I can still say that you are decisive in killing, but look at what stupid things you were going to do before Ramizane and the others went? And let Russ serve as someone else's sharp blade that would make him regret even more for the rest of his life?"

After he said this, the room became quiet again.

"Krax," Magna said, "as the raven that flies freely in the shadows and guides the prophecy, perhaps this is a good time for you to tell Russ about what he did when he led a punitive fleet to Prospero two years after the end of the Council of Nicaea. Of course, if you can attach some images and scenes..."

Krax smiled in his Astartes shell.

"Yes, indeed. Although Russ seems to have gained some redemption by avoiding the crisis, it wouldn't be a bad thing to let him experience the same thing he experienced in person."

The wolf king had already stood up alertly and retreated to the corner. His leg muscles were tense, and his neck and shoulders were bulging. "What do you want to do?"

"Don't worry, it's okay." Magna stood up, and the steel bulkhead of the Destiny Steel moved again. Mechanical cables and pipes extended into the back of the head and spine of the golden mechanical body. "The Destiny Steel has a very advanced and excellent holographic chess and combat simulation room. I think you can experience it."

"I don't want to play any battle simulation right now!"

"And I will be responsible for providing you with the best gaming experience with all-round, high-fidelity, and clear details." Clarks' pale face now looked like a heretic to Russ. When he put his palms together and placed them on his chest as if praying or making a wish, he looked more like an Eldar wizard.

"I said! I don't want to..."

"Look." Clarks walked over and motioned to Pallas to help him pick up Ruth, who had slipped down the corner and started snoring. "I said that sometimes father can do something to help us in this state."

"Goooooooooo."

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And out of sight of the man and the dog on the bridge of the Hrafinkel, Constantine Waldo was looking down at the blue planet beneath his bridge with a cold look.

The Soulless Queen, Gentia Kroll, the Scourge of Witches, has made a rare appearance on the bridge, now standing next to the Grand Marshal of the Custodes, though no one knows this because no one can "see" her.

When she walked in, no one on the bridge looked at her - her power was so strong that people had even skipped the level of disgust and aversion, and directly "rejected" her real existence in the world visually and spiritually.

This is the secret of her being able to remain invisible.

She raised her hand and made a few quick gestures to the Grand Marshal of the Custodes, indicating that the Titans of the Order of Doom were in good condition aboard their black ship.

Waldo nodded. "Thank you for your help, Gentia. Tell your people to be careful. Our escort force this time is not very strong."

She nodded and then gestured a few more times.

"No, I don't know why the Hrafinkel used that three-digit word when calling. Maybe it was a coincidence? But I don't think so."

The Commander of the Sisters of Silence made several gestures.

"No matter what, I will carry out the lord's orders. If this is his will, let us follow the wolf pack and see what the most stupid and irreversible events will happen under our witness. Join the war? If there is a need to fight. We will go, because my lord has given me the right to teach. This is not only for Magnus, but also for Leman Russ. But..."

His gaze passed through the dark void and looked towards the invisible place in the distance.

"We have one more mission... We need to see Perturabo for him."

(End of this chapter)