Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 697 Mortarion (30K version), found himself turned into a long-haired rabbit. (3)
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*I failed yesterday but I will definitely be able to post it on time this time! (つд`)-
"Let me see if you two are behaving well? Hmm? Have you been good children at home?"

Accompanied by the tired but happy sounds of the naturally picked-up cows and horses preparing to see their pets after get off work, the border collie squatted in the living room, politely and reservedly wagged its tail at a certain humanoid gentleman who had returned, pretending not to notice the strange gaze cast at his back from the balcony deep in the room behind him.

"Oh, dear, I still sometimes think you were more attentive and friendly when you were a child, Pepé, when you would run to greet me with joy and stand up on your hind legs to give me a warm welcome! - But it's all very well now, I guess it's because you've grown older and wiser! That must be it."

Perturabo BC calmly and skillfully dealt with the various nonsense and manipulations of this "human", and gave appropriate and restrained responses to the other party's actions such as fur rubbing when appropriate.

"Oh! Your hair is truly one of a kind! It's a pity that your muscles are always so stiff. What are you afraid of? Never mind! Let me first take a big sip of ear hair!"

When the "human" began to bury his entire face in the fur on the back of the dog's head and ears in strange postures, Perturabo BC was sure that he heard a gasp coming from the flight box.

Apparently the movement was somewhat obvious, because Ramizane looked up blankly after sucking the dog.

"…What's the noise? - Oh, yes, we have a furry little guest these days."

The librarian mercifully spared the sheepdog whose hair on the head and back was completely messed up, and walked over in slippers to check on the condition of the angora rabbit.

"Well, there is still plenty of water, and the grass is good to eat! The ground is clean! Oh, this is much better than I thought. Well, look at the toilet, it is very clean! Oh! You are great! You are the most hygienic rabbit I have ever seen! This is good! Because Pepé also likes to be clean. What an excellent little rabbit with both wisdom and good looks! Oh, look at this unique white fur! Ivory color! How beautiful! Don't bite me, let me comb it for you..."

Mortarion was pulled up and had the honor of "enjoying" a 20-minute hair combing and endless praise. As the Primarch of Mortarion and the Death Guard, this was probably the most disgusting and piercing praise he had ever heard in his life - not to mention the hair combing and the massage techniques that made him feel the muscle relaxation and relief he had never experienced before... This kind of laziness that should not be enjoyed is more corrosive to the bones and will than poison! Oh, damn, my shoulder blades are relaxed, Barbarus, why is it so comfortable?

Fortunately, the rabbit's thick fur hid his now bloodshot cheeks.

He should be angry and beat and bite the guy who dared to comb his butt hair. Why not? Even if he was the ultimate inhuman, he thought he had no lack of courage to resist him, because he was Mortarion, the leader of the resistance of Barbarus. That was true, but there were some reasons that prevented him from resisting this inhuman existence...

The half-smile on the hateful black and white face of Perturabo BC, who was lying quietly on the side watching the whole process of combing rabbit hair, seemed to remind Mortarion of the words he had warned his stubborn brother before.

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"Why did you come here at this time? It's probably because something changed over there, which caused a chain reaction. But fate is so intricately woven and full of chaotic and unpredictable logic... It shouldn't be you here now, but it's not bad to be here. Before you are randomly sent back, study hard and take the opportunity to read some useful things. Don't think about your 'I'm different but I will never change for the world. I want other people and the world to change for me' thing. If you want to make a mess of things, don't drag us into it, or don't blame me for being quick to speak."

Perturabo said this rather rudely, while placing a piece of tart that someone had forgotten on the balcony. Clarks said thank you and immediately began to devour the food, occasionally wagging his tail to look at Mortarion - the rabbit fur made the latter feel a little uneasy.

"Are you threatening me?" Mortarion narrowed his eyes, and looked at his two brothers with his eyes rolling.

"Correct."

The rabbit visibly choked again.

“So what if he is ‘that’ kind of’ being?” Mortarion’s stubborn nature was clearly activated. “What can you do to me if I just refuse to learn or watch? As you said, I can even cause trouble for him every day! And why do you think I can’t find a way to go back by myself? Maybe I can go back by jumping down from here or starving myself to death!”

The dog and the myna exchanged an odd look.

"Should you tell him?"

"I'll tell him."

"First of all," Perturabo BC said, "you should know that we usually don't... modify or delete other brothers' content unless it affects us. So when necessary, these modifications are handled by each of us. Unless it is really inconvenient for me to come, I and other brothers will do it on my behalf."

Mortarion obviously didn't understand, and his expression became confused.

"Because it is inconvenient and time-consuming, we usually only slightly modify the parts related to ourselves to prevent the impression of us in 'his' mind from being too... outrageous. Come with me. Clarks, please remember to close the screen window after you come in, otherwise there will be mosquitoes."

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The sheepdog pushed open the gate with its front paws and nose, and the three animals filed out of the room and into the small room next door. There were towering bookcases on both sides, most of which were filled with books written in languages ​​Mortarion had never seen before, but on some of the grids there were some...

"What is that?! Are those all Astartes?! And those xenos—" Mortarion tensed up, the fur on his four legs beginning to become illusory and wet again.

"Isn't this the universe where 'he' lives?! Why would our...our offspring appear in this way?!"

"Ah, that's right. This universe is..." Perturabo chose his words carefully, "and has some kind of invisible two-way entanglement and inextricable relationship with our galaxy. So our galaxy will also have a small part of its influence in this universe, unconsciously manifested through other souls. - If there is no connection between the two universes, I would not be able to come here and... find Ramezan."

He explained, "It was because of some connections in 'mysticism', 'semiotics' and other things that became the quantum entanglement link between the universe and the galaxy - just like Jack's beanstalk - that I was able to rely on the power of other brothers and come back here from 'that place'."

"Using scientific-looking terms like 'occult', 'semiotics' and 'quantum' cannot conceal the fact that you are practicing witchcraft," the rabbit pointed out tartly.

"These questions can be explained later, but I think it is more urgent and important for you to understand some of the information now - they will make you rethink your attitude towards living here and dealing with Ramizane before he returns home."

Mortarion did not answer, but his tightly pursed three-petal mouth and proud head clearly revealed his determination to fight these suspicious witchcraft things to the end.

The shepherd dog stood up on its hind legs, with one front paw resting on the table and the other pressing on the top of a rectangular box on the desk.

The box was placed vertically in a strange position. One side of it was transparent, while the other two narrower sides had a large number of small holes and gauze. A small number of wires of varying thicknesses extended from the back. There was also an ancient-style keyboard on the table, but the material was not the brass, bronze or ivory they were used to, but some kind of silver and white compound, and each letter key was inlaid with a silver border.

With a crisp click and the hum of the servo motor, several lights lit up inside the black box, and the cooling fan blades began to turn. Then, the screen and keyboard standing next to it also lit up.

"This machine... is the Thinker of this universe? It's fancy, looks fragile, and has a very alien-like structure... and it's not encrypted at all?"

"Almost. I'm usually the only one in this room during the day, so why would he encrypt a dog? I've said before that the animal form is the result of multiple verifications with heavy losses... Hmm... Let me think, what are the keywords related to you... Let's just use your name first... and then add your captain... Hmm..."

"Don't forget 'adoptive father', 'mommy', 'sex change', 'wife', and 'queen bee'. And don't forget to show him those sites..."

"Oh, yes. How about adding some ALL tags?"

“…Let’s not talk about that, okay?” Mynah’s bird face showed an expression of unbearable pain. “All I can say is that you asked me to bring those selected clips to Conrad, and after he read them, he was able to overcome all his problems immediately, and actively climbed over the roofs and cables of eight buildings to come here to change his fate with action. Thank God, now the two of us have finally escaped the possible future that would be stuck together like two pieces of chewed gum.”

The Death Guard Primarch, who was full of complaints, doubts and anger, saw those words, pictures and even images begin to scroll on the screen, and then Perturabo began to explain to him what those contents were. His eyes gradually changed from wide-open, shocked, and furious to -

“If you don’t learn the language and culture here, and behave well so that Ramizarn will continue to take you in, and make good use of your time as a boarder to modify the relevant content he might see,” the Shepherd Dog concluded at the right time, “then according to the law of reverse projection of Ramizarn’s power, in the end in our galaxy, as long as you are close enough in time or space, you will most likely begin to experience these changes—”

"I! Change!" The rabbit gnashed his long teeth, "I learn! I change! Give me the teaching materials! Now!"

"Then let's start with the nine-year compulsory education textbooks in Modu..."

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The memory ends.

Mortarion lay on the small table, seemingly quietly and gently being combed, but in fact he was horrified and had erased from his mind the specific details of some of the things he had seen during that time.

In comparison, being a rabbit that only needs to be combed by "non-human things" is indeed much better.

He suddenly and reluctantly admitted that he understood Perturabo a little bit.

Patience, Mortarion, patience.

You must stay here for as many days as possible to change all those… disgusting materials and remarks! Delete them! Crush them! You must not allow “this existence” to have even a little bit of such materials in its impression of me! ...

Rabbit's eyes flickered. Those disgusting words seemed to repeatedly mention some... trap... and Karas'... betrayal...?
(End of this chapter)