Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 688: Chase on the Beach
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"Sunshine! Beach! Blue sky! Sea!" Someone excitedly ran along the golden beach towards the beautiful blue-green sea studded with white waves.

He was like a gigantic ancient idol come to life, his complexion was whiter than any other inhabitant of Prospero, like alabaster, his features were not as gorgeous as those of the Tizcans, but more noble and ancient, his body was majestic, his features were like cast steel and iron, he was a god from heaven - the reason why the people accompanying him on the beach could feast their eyes on him was because he was wearing only an oversized pair of waterproof quick-drying floral shorts, a pair of sunglasses, a yellow duck life buoy and a water gun.

"Ahhh!! This is the beach outside Tizca! Here I come!"

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"Frex? I think your name is Frex?"

The head of the trident whose name was called saluted stiffly towards the tall red-skinned giant beside him, "My lord." He whispered, the corner of his eye still staring anxiously at the Primarch of the Fourth Legion who was running farther and farther on the beach, as if he was afraid that this powerful demigod would get lost like a child.

"...Perturabo...I mean, your Primarch has been...I mean, when did he start...uh...behaving like this?"

An unfaked feeling of sorrow and distress immediately emerged in the heart of this loyal chief captain - of course, a veteran Astartes officer from Terra like Frix would not show his emotions so obviously, but his emotional aura was seen by a Warp Master like Magnus as a bright and abundant silver-grey light with dark blue that represented sorrow, lake green that expressed worry, and strangely some sunset orange that expressed joy, as well as various other emotional colors - it was obvious that Perturabo's descendant knew very well that something was wrong with Perturabo, and it was not a recent problem, because the worry in his aura was obvious but stable, like a calm lake.

"I cannot disobey the Primarch's orders, my lord, even though you are his brother. But I have sworn an oath to the Iron Lord. Nor do I wish to lie to you, his beloved brother, the Great One. If you really want to know, I would venture to suggest that you perhaps ask him himself."

"You are very loyal, Fricks. Loyalty is a quality to be praised."

Magnus said so and nodded generously. Compared with other Iron Warriors, Fricks seemed more sincere and professional, so his flattery was still very useful to the Fifteenth Primarch.

However, Magnus certainly would not say that he had once again secretly and briefly violated the rules by using his psychic powers to scan Frix's shallow thoughts and began to dig out relevant clues. He was slightly surprised but very proud to see Perturabo's majestic figure surrounded by his descendants in a space battle scene, the scene of him inventing many new gadgets, and him giving a speech to the terrified people in a restored building that looked very much like some Terran ruins they had excavated, some seemingly small-scale actions and large-scale daily life and work... Why were they not fighting, but shuttling between the machines in the factory and the fields, and...

Huh? The next scene made the Scarlet King frown at first: What was going on? Would Perturabo also act in such a sneaky way?

The following series of developments were obviously like taking drugs and emitting rainbow-colored lights in the eyes of Fricks, who was involved. Magnus also widened his eyes in disbelief and even wanted to rub his eyes hard.

Huh? What? What is Perturabo doing? Where has he been? He... this is... what does it mean to be a hired temporary worker? Is this something a loyal Primarch of the Empire can say openly... and... huh? Wait! Wait! How is this possible... how can it be used in this way? ! Oh, don't say...? The stars of Tizca! I knew that Perturabo was the only genius among all the brothers who could stand shoulder to shoulder with me! Oh, this looks so useful... I have thought of at least twenty uses! I want to try it too... eh? ! Wait! The existence of this thing and the contract he made with it completely violates the rules and common sense of this universe! No! I must ask him clearly! Write it down quickly...

Because he saw a very shocking and incredible scene when reading the memory of the Chief Trident, Magnus's mind focus naturally slid to what he saw, and the strange sight of "Perturabo" happily soaking in the sea water with the yellow duck lifebuoy rising and falling was not as unfriendly to his one eye as he saw at the beginning.

"Plop!" "Plop!" "Plop!" The beach next to them was much noisier - the Primarch of the Space Wolves and several of their officers had somehow joined in the fun, and just the sight of them with hairy chests, arms and legs, wearing a pair of swimming trunks put on at the strict order of the Wolf King (the Wolves had apparently intended to wear nothing and be themselves at the beach) and noisily diving into the clear waters of the Gulf of Tizca, made it hard for Magnus to resist the urge to complain in his heart about things like "hairy beasts".

"Oh, the light of Tizca, these are not a group of human Astartes, they are simply a group of furry puppies jumping into the sea! Ugh, what is this smell coming with the wind? How long have they not taken a bath?! A smell of a doghouse with water and steam!" The one who was the vicious mouthpiece for his father was Hathor Mat, the lecturer of the Holy Temple of the Bright Feather School. Because he had to attend such an informal occasion today, he had changed his appearance and hair color from a delicate beauty with snow-white skin and golden curly hair to wheat-colored skin and black curly hair in advance - but it was not psychic. In the streets and alleys of Tizca New City, which are now full of Iron Warriors and Space Wolves, he chose a more traditional but no problem approach: makeup and perm. As for why he can not sweat and therefore does not smudge his makeup? This is a personal physique problem, no comment.

——Although Hathor Mat is sometimes a little too fond of showing off and caring about her appearance, it really suits her heart at times like this. Magnus thought as he sat under a beach umbrella decorated with the sun emblem of the Thousand Sons Legion, and took some honey-brewed fruit from the iced silver cauldron beside him to eat. The ice water slid over his fingertips, and the warm sea and land breeze brought a subtle feeling that was completely different from using psychic energy to keep the temperature around him constant.

"Our noses are indeed much more sensitive than the average person's."

Hathor was continued by his other son, Fusis Taka. As the First Captain and Sixth Captain of the Thousand Sons Legion had unfortunately been lying straight in the medical pyramid and had not woken up yet, Second Captain Fusis Taka, the Templar Lecturer of the Falcon and Third Captain Hathor naturally moved forward two steps in the sequence of approaching the Primarch's side. As Amon was still under close surveillance and it was inconvenient for him to serve the Primarch, the two of them now became temporary followers of the Primarch, responsible for accompanying Magnus to various occasions.

This was certainly a good job, because even now that Magnus was strictly forbidden to use psychic energy casually, being able to frequently bathe in the psychic aura unconsciously emitted by their Primarch was still extremely beneficial to the meditation and spirit of the Thousand Sons warriors. It was also one of the motivations for the Thousand Sons to strive upward and compete with each other - it allowed them to stand in a sequence closer to that of the Primarch during meetings.

"Perhaps as Liangyu, you could try to temporarily adjust your nose to a less sensitive structure?"

"At least I can't be so direct now, otherwise you wouldn't have to say it."

Hathor gave a warning look to the still direct Phthys Taka, then glanced back. Magnus knew what Hathor was looking at.

Today, the beach looks like a gathering of heroes from afar, but if you look closely... well, except for the side facing the city which is guarded by the Spire Guards and the Terra Auxiliary Forces, all the outsiders in other directions have been cleared beyond the horizon, so if you look closely, you can only see this group of people looking at each other, each with their own thoughts.

The reason why there were Terran auxiliary troops here was obviously because there were two important guests on the beach today: under a gorgeous umbrella with the emblem of the Adeptus Custodes, Constantine Valdor, wearing golden armor, sat on a throne that the servants had moved here for him, staring seriously at the direction of Perturabo's movements, and next to him was a smaller chair that might seem empty to ordinary people.

Magnus suppressed his disgust and glanced over there again, clearly feeling the lack of that universe, like a shadow that passed by the corner of his eye, or a transparent blur that passed in front of your eyes when you opened your eyes in the morning, they are the echoes of your walking in the corridor at night, or the non-existent sand that flew into your eyes when you squinted your eyes against the wind. And when you focus your sight, widen your eyes, and look carefully, there is nothing in that blank space at the edge of your mind.

But the Scarlet King knew she was there. Although even he could not go against the error of the universe and see the existence of the witch's disaster directly, he was smart and powerful enough to judge from other places. The aura of the commander of the guards was bright and dazzling, almost without impurities, just like a white light rising from the ground. A few steps beside him stood his assistant, that Amon - Magnus thought angrily, why should my Amon be subjected to physical interrogation and mental dissection, and bear all the humiliation for his primarch and be closely monitored like a prisoner in his own homeland, while this guy - this Amon was obviously the one who was manipulated by the original Annihilator and finally let it run away! He was able to return to his original position, and now he has transformed himself into one of our supervisors! Perturabo told me that he had not even seen the post-investigation report. I think this guy is very suspicious!

Perhaps the psychic fluctuations were a little strong when he was thinking angrily like this, and Waldo seemed to have heard something said in the empty seat. His cold eyes immediately swept over, and Magnus raised his head proudly and turned his face away with disdain.

-Hey, between the bright aura of Valdor and Amon, there was a dark figure of a woman wearing armor and with pigtails sitting there. She thought Magnus couldn't see her, but her outline was actually as obvious as if you put a bat on a searchlight.

So as long as the Sisters of Silence were still working with the Guards, Magnus silently estimated in his heart that among his descendants, at least Ahriman could definitely find these soulless girls by observing the aura like himself. As for the others, they might need some additional training. Perhaps he could secretly find some time...

“Hahahaha! I’m coming to chase you!! If I catch up with you, you have to let me hehehehehe…”

A burst of cheerful laughter followed by a strange, sharp, tightened, and shrill laugh interrupted the Scarlet King's thoughts. He was horrified to hear whose vocal cords this extremely perverted and terrifying voice came from, but who else on this beach could...

A black and white figure shot across the beach in front of them like an arrow, bringing with it a puff of water vapor and cool breeze.

Then "Perturabo" ran over barefoot, with a silly face covered with water droplets and a wide grin, waving a water gun in his hand.

Next came a group of shouting Space Wolves, who were also playing in the water with their fur all over their bodies... no, their hair was wet. Among them were a few worried Iron Warriors, who were gritting their teeth, dressed neatly in short-sleeved tops and beach pants, and were swinging their slightly shorter legs at a high frequency, trying very hard to keep up with their Primarch.

"..." Magnus looked in the direction of Waldo without saying a word. The face of the Grand Admiral of the Imperial Guard became even more expressionless like a rock, and there seemed to be a subtle disdain in his expression. Humph!

He looked at the other side again. The worried lake green in Felix's aura had dyed a large area of ​​the original silver-gray green, and a little blue-purple representing sadness appeared, huh?
Then he looked back at Perturabo and Leman Russ, who were happily chasing each other on the beach.

Subtly, for the first time in his life, Magnus, who was as wise as the ocean, felt a sense of being "excluded from some incomprehensible circle."

He clenched his fists.

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"Oh, that's too bad... I mean, what a loving brotherly interaction." Kvos Clarks blinked and said sincerely. "Did you record it? Don't let Rus miss such a precious scene because he is in the game, especially when the one being chased is now called 'Leman Rus'."

Magna Dorn blinked his electronic eye, and a line of words flashed out. "Don't worry, nothing is missing."

"Great, this will definitely help him recover after playing the game." Dark Crow smiled happily, holding his chin.

Pallas has already begun to express his sympathy for Ruth in advance and hopes that he will never have a similar handle in the hands of the nineteenth brother (?), who now seems to be a little bit wrong.

(End of this chapter)