Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 695 Mortarion (30K version), found himself turned into a long-haired rabbit. (1)
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The Lord Primarch of the Death Guard now lay on a pile of dry timothy grass, his eyes wide open.

Oh - hell, the eyes are now covered by really long white fuzz.

He blinked in dissatisfaction, which only caused more hair to fly into his eyes.

He reached out his hand distractedly to wipe them away, but then retracted his hand because of the pain caused by the forelimbs, which had a structure completely different from that of a human body, being forcibly pulled. It seemed that in his current body, even the pain that was originally completely insignificant had become a neural warning signal that could not be ignored by the brain.

So what the hell is going on?!
The last thing he remembered was that he had fainted in front of the Emperor after the Council of Nicaea - damn it! Yes! He had been knocked unconscious! By a black and white dog! Shame!!! A great shame!!! Even if that dog was Leman Russ, it would still be a great shame! If only he could return to his body and figure out what had happened! Then he would wash away this shame with his own hands!

"Before that...I need to...be patient."

Mortarion has always been like this, enduring until he strikes back.

He murmured, but the rabbit's two long front teeth obviously destroyed the terrifying deterrent effect of the whisper, and it looked like the furry three-lobed mouth was mumbling something to itself.

-Yes, the even more bizarre situation was that after he was knocked unconscious by the dog and woke up, he was horrified to find himself in the body of this animal, squatting in the haystack of the airline box, chewing a pile of alfalfa in his mouth - the most terrifying thing was that he thought the alfalfa was fresh and delicious.

He immediately spat out the hot grass in his mouth and began to study the environment and specific circumstances.

Now, based on his own calculations and comparison with the clock hanging on the wall in the distance, he should have woken up here about nine minutes ago.

Witchcraft! It must be blasphemous! Evil! Witchcraft with ulterior motives! Needless to say, the abominable wizard Magnus must be the culprit who practiced such vicious witchcraft, and Narus is also to blame! He turned into a dog and dragged others into the water. He should have known that the favored wolf did not like people like him as much as he acted.

Just as his thoughts were rapidly diverging to "When I go back this time I will hang that unrepentant Red Wizard on the firewood pile and burn him into red, and then pull out all of Ruth's dog hair", and the pile of alfalfa and timothy grass under him began to become suspiciously damp, two footsteps came from afar.

"Knowing you were coming to pick him up, we were already prepared. Look, he's recovered pretty well."

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Cadmo Fricks carefully but calmly placed the flight box containing the bone-white rabbit into the back seat of the car, then got into the driver's seat and started the car.

Lord Mortarion seems to be doing well in the hotel attached to the pet hospital. In addition to providing medical services, there are also professional technicians for grooming and bathing, as well as a walking area. It is quite friendly for a hungry and skinny Angora rabbit. Didn't you see that Lord Mortarion is now like a big ball of bone-white fluff? The fur quality and color have also been washed and restored. The money spent is not in vain.

Unfortunately, the hospital was going to renovate the rooms in the pet hotel recently, so after asking the Lord of Steel for permission, he came to pick up Lord Mortarion and prepare to temporarily reserve a room in the office rented by their "Iron Army" construction engineering company (their business has been good recently, so they have rented a few more houses as dormitories) to house the Primarch of the Death Guard - mainly because he had asked Mr. Ramizane at his father's instruction (of course through Lord Clarkes) if he could take him in for a while, and the answer he got was "the sheepdog is likely to chase rabbits like crazy, so it may not be convenient to keep him in for a long time."

In that case, let's bring him back to serve for a while. I think it won't be a big problem if we set up a separate room for Lord Mortarion to live in.

——Until he got out of the car, opened the back seat, picked up the suddenly lighter aviation box, and made a sharp explosion to the back of him, leaving only a blurry white figure, Chief Trident had been thinking like this. ——————————

"Are you sure this is a good idea?"

Mr. Ramizane Carosini asked the anxious Fricks while walking his border collie, "Letting the collie find the rabbit... it can certainly find it, but what if it picks it up and breaks its neck... is that really okay?"

"No problem, no problem, we...I have faith in the strength and judgment of Perturabo...big...such a wise, intelligent, handsome shepherd."

"Oh. Oh, you're too kind. Hehe, he understands. You said he is handsome. Hehe, he likes to hear it. You say a few more words." The owner, who was so flattered that his teeth were showing, took his dog to sniff the empty airline box.

The shepherd dog, who had the eyes of Clarks, the starling flying in the sky, and Lorgar, the squirrel on the roof and the trees on the roadside, looked like he was pointing at his prey, but in fact he had already seen Clarks gesturing at him with his wings in the distance.

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So once again, the Tridents and Warsmiths (? ) united under the command of the Primarch (? ), armed with long-handled net bags with black and yellow stripes, riot forks, and large sacks, launched a massive pursuit and interception. Under the command and instructions of their beloved father Perturabo, they finally caught Lord Mortarion who had escaped by stealth (? ) deep in the non-motor vehicle shed of the community.

"It's quite interesting to say. Lord Mortarion was so violent towards us, but we couldn't really use force against him... I even thought I was dazzled and saw the shadow of a power sickle on the rabbit's paw. Haha... But as soon as my father appeared, Lord Mortarion stopped moving. Maybe it was because of our brotherly love? I guess we were able to successfully get him back to the flight box because of my father's kindness."

idiot.

Mortarion spat silently at the white-haired burly man who had spoken in the flight box - when did a child of Leman Russ appear to be a child who looked like Fulgrim? No, why did the offspring of that beast appear in human form in this strange world?
But being in human form does nothing to improve the pitiful IQ of their stupid brains.

There's no way I'm going to... just because I saw Leman Russ

The rabbit's eyes flashed with the closest thing to fear that Mortarion had seen in the century and a half since his return to the Imperium.

His little heart was beating wildly in his hairy chest.

They're all idiots.

Are you all blind?
Am I the only one who can see this?
Is this the reason why I turned into a rabbit and see with animal eyes?
The "thing" that appeared behind them holding Ruth's hand... the thing that made my hair stand on end and made my whole body explode...

That can't possibly be a human...ah...!
(End of this chapter)