Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 709 (10) Which Primarch and his new creation
Sigismund unplugged his increasingly complex thought code from the half second of overspeed calculation he had just fallen into, and realized what Captain Desorian was about to say to him.

"Yes, Captain. I'm listening."

"Although I wonder why I don't have a clear impression of a sword master like you who once ranked among the first company, maybe it's just that you didn't have enough time to make a name for yourself before you were lost in the warp. However, the responses from the Chapter Database and the Astronomical Choir have confirmed your identity again. Welcome back, brother."

Desorian sent him some new identification data and security codes.

Sigismund took a quick look and found that these permissions were just enough for him to move around on this cruiser like an ordinary soldier.

That's enough, as for the rest... he can figure it out on his own.

As this thought came to his mind, the confirmation rune of "Mission Start" popped up on his retina. Someone somewhere snorted coldly, and another person laughed.

"Perhaps it was this wandering experience in the warp that tempered me."

The simulated conversation module that was loaded earlier allowed him to naturally say some cover-up reasons that would have been difficult for the original Son of Dorne to say.

"After all, when drifting in the warp, every bullet I carry is extremely valuable, and I have to use only my sword as a priority means of attack to kill any threats."

Desorian nodded in agreement. "Indeed, there are many talented people among our brothers, and brutal combat is the best swordsmanship teacher."

"So what just happened was...?"

"That's right. Our original plan was to try to return to the Mountain Array Fortress immediately."

Desorian walked to a device in the command room, and the servitor whose lower body was connected to it issued a mechanical prompt sound from the brass mask, "But we just received a vague but urgent distress signal from the loyal Crimson Teardrop Sisters. Since we suffered almost no losses in the previous battle against the Eucord IV Space Station, I decided to go to support them immediately."

"The loyalists deserve support." He nodded. "What do you mean by 'try'...?"

"Ever since the Great Rift tore the skies apart, Warp travel has become difficult, but we could have retraced our route back. We could have found additional guidance, and the Crimson Tears were guarding a beacon on their world that could serve as an Astronomican node for a nearby system."

Desorian said, "What I want to tell you is that your unexpected arrival has solved a problem that has troubled me for a long time. Brother Volpes, I will regard this as a kind of reward given to me by Dorne. In fact, we have been fighting on the side of the Milky Way that is obscured by the giant planet. I guess you should not have noticed the changes and... the new creations sent by the Primarch?"

"Wait a minute, Primarch? Which Primarch? Which Primarch returned to the Imperium?! How many major events have occurred while I was away from this galaxy?! And what is the Great Rift?"

"The Ultramarines' Primarch, Lord Roboute Guilliman, has returned from his stasis and is now on Macragge preparing to go to Terra. He has also sent a large number of his new creations to various chapters from Macragge," Desorion narrated without much emotion. "After the Thirteenth Black Crusade of the Betrayer Abaddon shattered Cadia, the darkness and evil released by the Eye of Terror almost split the entire galaxy in two. The Astronomican went out for a while, and even now there are still many areas that cannot see the light of the Astronomican, becoming lost and dangerous worlds. This is the Great Rift."

They were both silent for a while, until Sigismund had digested the more detailed and bizarre annotations in his database that popped up to supplement Desorian's introduction - for example, why was Lord Guilliman's name also followed by the title "Blue Eyes of the Blood God"? !

When he thought that he had not been able to completely kill him, and that Abaddon, who had been cursed by him to die, had actually lived to the present day ten thousand years later, and had caused harm thirteen times, and even managed to shatter Cadia, he -

The overload protection field of the reactor was activated silently, and at the same time, a large amount of coolant gathered from all parts of his body to the bottom of his emotional module. Sigismund felt that he had some understanding of why Perturabo put him here, starting with an ordinary team battle - at least this way of letting him accept the information shock step by step and slowly integrate into this future ten thousand years later was quite considerate - it felt really weird to use the Lord of Steel together with these four words -

And, unfortunately, the Milky Way galaxy ten thousand years later was still filled with wars, just as he had originally thought.

Everywhere I look, I see only war.

Don, your ideal...where else is it still shining like a star?

"So, what are the new creations? Captain, you sound strange when you talk about them." One could even say that he was a little cynical.

"Because it's them, not them." Desorian shook his head slightly, "They are Primaris Space Marines. Our new model... Battle Brothers."

He said, "You are a veteran of the First Company, Volpes. It is quite appropriate for you to lead them temporarily. In this way, they can also learn from your words and deeds that the sons of Dorne should understand and respect 'our primarch (here he unconsciously emphasized the word)' and the traditions of the chapter, instead of being a bunch of new blood who have no sense of belonging and are stuffed into my official company without even a day's service experience in a recruit company or a reconnaissance squad."

"Thank you for your trust, Captain." - And it sounds like you have a lot of resentment about "why it wasn't our Primarch who woke up", Desorian.

The Fourth Captain also realized something, and when he spoke again, he tried hard to correct his tone back to being impartial. "In addition, their problem is that although Lord Guilliman vouched for the abilities of these Primaris Battle Brothers on his own honor, the report I received is that they have absolutely no actual battlefield experience."

Sigismund's database immediately popped up a corresponding comment, but he also understood Desorian's strange attitude, so he asked the question without hesitation.

"Then why were they assigned to the frontline company to serve directly instead of training in the 10th Company first?"

"Because the Archmagus of the Mechanicus claims that he has stuffed all the combat skills and knowledge they should know into their heads so that they can be put into battle immediately," Desorian said. "You know what I mean."

When Sigismund's bionic eye met Desorian's gray-blue eyes, he understood what the other party had not said.

"I will see to it that they understand the meaning of the title Sons of Dorne," he assured the captain of the fourth company. "And I will keep a close eye on them."

If the Mechanicum could bypass traditional rituals and procedures and cram knowledge of combat techniques into the heads of squads of Astartes, what about other things?

Sigismund thought again of the comparison of the turnover rate, the behavior of the Death Watch and the scarlet emblem of the Inquisition on their chests.

Such a situation...had He ever foreseen it?

When the cast tool is finally no longer held by the caster, it inevitably begins to think.

(End of this chapter)