Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 724: The Ninja Who Counts on You Is a Dog, the Beginning of Misfortune
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After "Horus" calmly asked the servants to bring some Rekha coffee, milk and other snacks that the warmaster would never order on weekdays "to entertain my dear brother Perturabo", Ramizane's face had already wrinkled out of sight of the servants with strange eyes.

"If you want to eat these, can you not use me as an excuse?" He stretched out a finger and fiddled with the desserts on the three-layer gilded silver plate in front of him. "As the owner of this ship, it shouldn't be difficult for you to ask for some tiramisu and Black Forest cake on your flagship, right?"

"Horus doesn't like these." The demigod opposite him, whose face was handsome without any aggression and noble enough to make people want to get close to him, moved his body and sat on a newly brought-in throne with an elegance that was somewhat familiar to Ramizane, and casually crossed one leg - okay, now he knew why it looked familiar - the Perturabo BC Regiment did the same when they were behind their desks or in the cockpit.

- Damn it, someone tell him why he can always see his border collie's actions in relation to Horus Lupercal's every move?
"…Maybe it's because I know that it's really my Pepe inside his shell."

"What are you mumbling about?" Perturabo, who replaced his brother and gained a human body, seemed to be in a surprisingly good mood. He picked up the crystal decanters handed to him by the servants one by one, smelling the complex and different aromas of the various wines in them. "Finally, I can have a glass of River Valley Sparkling Wine... Horus has many gifts and tributes in his cellar on the Spirit of Vengeance, including some extremely rare antique wines found in the ancient treasure houses of Terra's warlords, which cannot be found anywhere else."

There was a hint of sourness in Perturabo's tone. "Although the old man gave Lion many precious relics from the Dark Ages, he ordered more daily necessities to be sent to Horus."

"Hey! Why are you drinking half a bottle of sour vinegar? Have you forgotten that I had someone reclaim a nice river valley vineyard in Wandering Port? And there's also a greenhouse on Carrick! We will have our own red, white and noble rot wine industry! - Besides, I've never seen you drink from your own wine cellar on the Iron Blood."

"Have you forgotten? Dogs can't eat chocolate and grapes. Dogs' tongues are not designed to taste them."

"I thought the sweet little dog who can invent and talk could be an exception."

"…I'm not your dog!"

"I didn't say anything. If you're hungry, just eat it quickly - by the way." Ramizarn remembered the question he wanted to ask just now, and asked again in rapid succession.

"Since we are here because of your old Deng's unreliable promised power and the super-doubled power, then where is the original Horus here? No - he is not still in his own body, right? Also, why do you seem to be very comfortable giving orders here, and not worried at all that we might... reveal something?"

When Perturabo put down the empty plate of pastries in his hand and seemed to be considering how to answer, Ramizarn thought for a moment and added, "And why do you seem to be particularly familiar with the people and things on the Spirit of Vengeance? I remember that the relationship between Horus and you...is not that good, right?" After all, you are not like Sanguinius who can get in.

"You put it mildly." Casually wearing a pearly white robe embroidered with the Luna Wolf emblem that had not yet been replaced over his nightgown, Perturabo raised a glass of white wine in Horus's hand and waved it in front of his eyes, then drank it all in one gulp, as if he was drinking a glass of his enemy's blood, an invisible haze passing over his face.

"Although we are brothers in name, our actual relationship can be described as 'fake friendship and compromise' from beginning to end. This is true for both sides, but I was addicted to false brotherhood and family affection, while he was more concerned about face and was better at hiding it at the beginning."

"then you……"

"This is the experience I should have... for the first time at this time." Perturabo blurted out the number in a guttural voice. He tilted his head slightly, allowing the warm golden light in the room to shine through Horus's charming green eyes at a suitable angle, and then let the shadows fall appropriately under his cheekbones and jaw, creating a beautiful light and dark boundary like a sculpture. As expected, Perturabo saw himself sitting opposite him with a sense of regret. Ramizane's eyes immediately stared at Horus' face like a possessed person.

Forget it, the Lord of Steel comforted himself in his heart. He had never intended to tell him everything. It was just a matter of going with the flow to make good use of the remaining power in Horus' body to reduce the difficulty of persuasion.

"...Do you remember that before Lao Deng broke into the chapel and was caught by you and turned into a pigeon, we were sometimes thrown out to act alone due to random space-time shocks?"

"Ah, that's true, and in fact, for the one left on the Destiny Steel, only a very short moment passed before his eyes... Oh, you mean... wait, but wasn't it because of the clock? What does this have to do with him?"

"Yes, that clock is a smaller and more stable replica of the original Saint Christal Clock, so you can basically regard it as still based on the concept of 'Lord of Mankind' in terms of some principles and power references. We now have the 'dove above the throne' that you caught. This dove is superior to these two clocks in terms of mysticism, symbols and rituals..." "I see... That means the dove can now replace the function of the original clock. Functionally speaking, these two clocks are true subsets of the dove. So it can be concluded that the reason we were thrown out this time was because of the power of the dove."

"Correct."

"Then this," Ramizane leaned back in his chair, frowned and thought, "Let me think about it... In other words, you want to tell me that you have actually been to this time point many times?"

"Yes."

"Then why didn't you just improve... rewrite this... history? Or did you improve it before, but ten thousand years is enough time for fate and legend to correct themselves?"

"How do you know I haven't tried to improve it?" In fact, he had tried to improve it many times and tried various methods, Perturabo silently followed up in his heart.

"That……"

"If I had succeeded any of these times, you would most likely not have appeared on the Iron Blood ten thousand years later."

"That means this is a very complicated and difficult-to-change fork in fate... You have been thrown here many times, and at least once you used the identity of Horus?"

"Well... technically, it's the Warmaster."

"what?"

Perturabo smiled. "You want to know why I know this place so well?"

He admired the other's shocked expression. "It is possible that fate will lead to the Spirit of Vengeance being my flagship, and the one who receives the honor of being crowned as the Warmaster is named Perturabo."

"……so!"

"Hmm?" The Lord of Steel proudly puffed out his chest, ready to accept surprised compliments.

"So there is still the possibility of a Perturabo rebellion?"

"..."

(End of this chapter)