Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 722 Prologue: In the cafeteria of the Destiny Steel, happily eating hot pot and singing songs
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"Ah! Hiccup!"

His Excellency Ramizhane Kalosini sat on a chair in the cafeteria with his legs apart in an extremely indecent but very comfortable posture.

With one hand on the back of the chair and the other holding an armored glass cup the size of an original, he loudly exhaled the rich carbon dioxide from deep in his stomach in the form of a burp, and received a big roll of the eyes from an elegant black and white fur original who was enjoying the grooming service nearby.

"After all that has happened, being able to sit here peacefully and eat seafood supper from my own Ocean World and drink the finally recreated fat otaku happy water is so touching that I want to cry. There is no better way to indulge yourself than eating supper with Coke!"

Mr. Leman Russ, who had just lifted his head from the plump oyster as big as a giant clam, quite agreed with this view. The only objection was that he thought the "black sparkling sweet water" that Mr. Carlosini drank was still a little lacking.

To go with such fresh and delicious raw salmon, prawns, garlic-grilled oysters, butter cod and lobster, you still need some strong drinks.

- For example, use the cafeteria's special mushroom whiskey, a little bit of Stormbird engine coolant (no one knows when he got it), add a little flame malt craft beer, and finally add a little fermented bubbling liquid that he didn't know what he used to research, and you will get a drink that is as transparent as ice but tastes like fire. Mr. Ruth called it "one of my greatest inventions that can comfort me in this damn future world."

The group of Space Wolves who were now crammed into the barracks on the sixth deck held the same view.

No matter how upset these wolves were about being taken from the battlefield, their limbs being transformed into werewolves, or the unfortunate extra things on some people's tail vertebrae, after Russ brought his special brew into their barracks and made every wolf drunk for several days, these wolves have now happily joined the regular canteen attack and defense battles, and claimed that they should quickly send a few people to Fenris to inform Lord Bjorn, the Aldmeri and the Young Wolf Lord to bring the wolf pack to this place immediately to reunite and celebrate with their wolf king, feasting for three days and three nights, and then the wolf pack can set out again, surrounding the wolf king to tear to pieces any enemy who dared to stand in their way.

Of course, except for the Space Wolves, for example, Sigismund, after being invited by the Wolf King to have a drink, thought that "maybe a little of this could be added in case of emergency in the reactor cycle"; and a certain master praised with a wry smile, "Your digestive and decomposition system of the Primarch is really great - when can I apply to take care of the drunk Lord Russ? Or tell me his secret recipe for brewing!"

As for the two "little" friends, Magnar Dorn and Pallas Fulgrim, they naturally sat aside obediently, drinking orange-flavored plasma soda and grape juice with purple cabbage provided by the cafeteria window. A white dove wearing a small golden laurel wreath was also at their table, and there was a special golden bird dinner plate and water jug ​​set made by Rilano, which contained some mixed psychic-flavored corn kernels and other nutritional supplements.

Now, this dove certified by many Primarchs as "I don't really want to admit it, but this is indeed Him" ​​is striding with great energy and showing off his parental authority to the youngsters. In addition to requiring them to sleep eight hours a day in order to "grow well", he also requires that regulations such as "Any Primarch who is not over 160 years old or an Astartes who has not been promoted from the Tenth Company to other front companies or reserve companies is not allowed to drink any alcoholic beverages or smoke" be strictly enforced on the ship. Perturabo secretly told the others that this was probably due to the aftermath of the backlash he suffered when he tried to devour Ramezane before.

Of course, the combat potions and hormones injected into the Astartes power armor still fall into the category of "not counting alcoholic beverages and tobacco" in Pigeon's definition.

As for the other diners in other parts of the cafeteria - the Iron Warriors automatically ignored the few big guys with conspicuous height and distinctive appearance in the corner during dinner, and started to eat in an orderly manner after cleaning the battlefield. They are now evacuating from here.

Those who were once members of the Imperial Fists were too ashamed to come to the mess hall. Some chose to go to the chapel to pray all night, while others chose to stay in their own rooms to pray, meditate, or perform some ascetic practices that were unique to the Seventh Legion to secretly digest the current embarrassing situation. - Yes, now that the Primarch-level existence that has begun to openly operate on this ship, in addition to the ship's owner and his body, the well-known secret master controller spirit and his friends, there is also a new Wolf King who is difficult to recognize.

The grand spectacle of the four Primarchs who had fought each other to the death in the great rebellion ten thousand years ago gathering together was a bit too luxurious and confusing for the minds and faction cognition of any Astartes belonging to either side.

If it weren't for the fact that this was the Iron Blood and they saw their own Primarch still sitting there with a calm demeanor, the Iron Warriors wouldn't have dared to say that their performance at this moment would be much better than that of their new colleagues.

As for the other Primarch who had appeared before, he was found to have some of his avatars scattered across time and space seriously contaminated by Slaanesh because he let slip something during the conversation. The four brothers present immediately joined forces to stuff him into the Hall of the Prophet to perform the purification ritual. "Krax was very helpful to our cause when he scattered himself into the shadows, but he was too eager to complete his mission and scattered too much, which gave him an opportunity to be taken advantage of by certain beings who are good at contamination. Let him out after his brain is filtered by the magic circle and becomes clearer."

Finally, there is the mysterious white dove.

Everyone saw the little golden laurel wreath on the dove's head.

Everyone also heard the royal court steward, Rilano, respectfully address him as "Your Majesty".

Therefore, everyone pretended not to recognize who the pigeon was. As for whether they dared not recognize it for fear that the pigeon would suddenly punch him in the head or cause a fearless incident, or whether they felt that once they accepted that the "Lord of Mankind" was no longer human and was 99% likely a product of psychic witchcraft, their hearts would immediately collapse and they would go crazy, that was their free will.

Thus, the relaxed and joyful atmosphere (? ) of the midnight snack reached its climax when Ruilano served a huge super luxurious hot pot.

"This is really great... even in a galaxy like this..." Ramizarn picked up a piece of tender and fatty Grox meat, dipped it in the sauce and put it in his mouth, squinting his eyes happily because of the heat and aroma. At the side, Leman Russ had already begun to drunkenly sing the ancient Fenris ballad.

"Being able to eat hot pot and sing songs with everyone——"

The white dove suddenly raised its head, and a thin golden light flickered above its head.

(End of this chapter)