Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 723 I am you, you are him, so where is he?
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- Did Leman Russ secretly pour all of his homemade "exciting stuff" into the hot pot base when no one was paying attention? !
This was the first thought that came to Mr. Ramizane Kalosini's mind when he regained consciousness.

He flicked his fingers once, then flicked them again, and then his short, rounded nails scratched across the silk sheets, and his rough, calloused fingertips rubbed the delicate and smooth surface of the fabric until it lost its luster.

He felt that the air here was cold and not very pleasant, with a stale smell in the cabin of a long voyage - what? Was there something wrong with the air circulation system?
His muscles ached all over, a bitter, fishy, ​​metallic taste lingered at the root of his tongue, his head was buzzing, and he had a headache so severe that he couldn't open his eyes for a while.

However, the powerful physiological functions of the Primarch were helping him filter and metabolize waste and toxins in his blood. He could feel that he was quickly regaining control of his limbs.

Hmm... He listened to his own heartbeat amidst the buzzing rhythm of his headache, and then he heard the peculiar sound of a powerful reactor of a void ship - the Queen of Glory - running, although the sound was more than ten kilometers away.

But when there's nothing but a vast, cold, dark vacuum for countless light years around you, and you're lucky enough to inhabit a great ship like this, it's even more reassuring to hear the sounds of her working properly.

Now he must have been sent back to his private bedroom on the Iron Blood...Last night's supper party was so good that someone might have taken advantage of the situation and started pouring wine into all cups regardless of age or physical condition? That wouldn't work. Although he was using Baby Pepe's body, his physical condition was actually very poor...Did Old Dengge also force Ruth to drink a few glasses later...?
...Didn't they also say why this pigeon is so bright...?
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Lami Zain lay there in a daze, and suddenly felt very uneasy, so he habitually stretched out his hand and began to grope around for something that could calm his mind - a noble canine butt with double layers of thick fur, warm, dry and warm black -

Then he felt a hand full of smooth, warm skin and muscles containing immense power underneath.

"ah----------!!!!!!!"

The black-armored Terminators who heard the noise outside the bedroom door rushed in with loaded weapons in their hands, and stared at the Primarch who jumped up from his big bed.

Ramizane put the bed sheet in front of him and stared at the group of people wearing black brass-edged Iron Knight Terminator power armor with a little red -

"Black Legion?! How is this—"

"Go down first. I will take care of the affairs here." Another majestic, noble, pleasant and convincing voice sounded from the other side of the bed. "Remember, don't tell anyone what you saw. Not even your company commander. And remember to close the door when you leave, Horace."

The leading Terminator bowed respectfully to the person who made the sound, and then led his warriors to quickly leave the bedroom, which was simply decorated but built specifically for the giant, like the receding black tide.

Ramizarn then noticed that he was only wearing a nightgown, without shoes or socks. His bare feet stepped on the ground, and now he suddenly felt the hard coldness of the marble parquet floor.

The chill rose from the soles of his feet and spread to his stomach and heart.

He swallowed, slowly and stiffly turned his head, and finally dared to look directly at the thing - or person - that had just made him scream.

——On the other half of the big bed, there was a fair face, a face that was a perfect example of masculine handsomeness, with a pair of pine green eyes now embedded in it, shining with joy.

It was a face more terrifying than any nightmare.

Horus Lupercal, the wolf-shepherd god, Primarch of the Sixteenth Legion, and chief rebel of the Heresy, was sitting on the bed a few feet away, also wearing only a simple nightgown, smiling at Ramezane Kalosini.

"ah----------!!!!!!"------------

"Honestly, you almost scared me to death, you know that!!!"

A moment later, Ramizane, who was slumped on the only chair in the corner of the room with lingering fear, holding a cup of hot water and rubbing his heart area, muttered, "I know you are very happy to regain your human body... but can you please not scare me like that?!"

"I didn't scare you." The other party said bluntly, and began to look through the slightly scattered documents, files and maps on the desk. "It's you who weren't calm enough. Besides, no matter how fragile you are, you can't have a heart attack. You're just frightened."

"Aren't you afraid that I'll have a heart attack or a stroke right here?!"

"My body is fine, as long as you don't think it's fragile enough to sprain its ankle or get fat," his Pepe - or rather, Perturabo BC, who was now in the shell of Horus Lupercal, said unkindly. "Primarchs don't have heart attacks unless you destroy them."

"So what is our situation now?!"

"Well… you are still in my body, so you appear to be Perturabo, the Primarch of the Iron Warriors. And I am in Horus' body, so I appear to be Horus, the Primarch of the Sons of Horus."

"…Nonsense. I mean, why did it become like this? Also, since I am still you and you have become him, then what about him? Where did Horus go?"

"Good question." Perturabo, with the face of Horus, raised a hand to Ramezane. An ancient gold ring with a blurred pattern was shining on his finger. "Why don't you take a look..."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!! Take it away! Take it off! I can't look at it! I can't look at this Centauri gold ring at all! Back off! Back off! Back off!"

"…Who told you to look at this! I mean! Look at your own hand!" It was really magical to see Perturabo's iconic angry expression appear on Horus' handsome face. Ramizane muttered in his heart, the Border Collie's face was also like this when it got angry...

He looked down at his fingers as he was told, and only then did he discover that he was wearing a shining golden ring on his middle finger.

And this ring - looks very - familiar.

“This…this seems to be…?”

"Yes, take another look."

Ramizane raised his hand and carefully examined the ring in the light of the room. Then he suddenly understood.

“Isn’t this the laurel crown on the old pigeon’s head!!!”

"So," Perturabo-Horus, who was standing opposite him, shrugged, "I think this can explain part of your previous question."

(End of this chapter)