Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 796: The promised extra chapter, related to the Eighth Regiment.
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*Bonus episode completed.
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Sometime ten thousand years from the other side of the Milky Way.
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"I always felt something was off."

Mr. Kant Crach leaned wearily against a culture tank on the bridge of the Enterprise, as if talking to himself.

This water tank was recently installed here; this was originally the location of the captain's command throne.

After being thoroughly humiliated on the Destiny Steel and then sent to the Far East Star Region, the audacious and unrestrained genius sage Belisarius Caul soon reverted to his old ways.

However, given his undeniable competence and ability to continuously produce tens of thousands of Grey Shield Primitive Space Marines hidden in mysterious ways from his robes, along with countless sets of matching power armor and new weapons, one after another newly built and developed vehicles—and even a new model of Dreadnought that was more fitting for the name "Land Steel Beast" than any of the original Dreadnoughts—this mechanical sage successfully rose to power in Macragge at lightning speed, began exchanging greetings with the Martian representative in binary language, and started insulting each other's code.

...It's hard to say whether the Primarch who is currently launching the Terra Expedition is holding back on appointing the other party as the Mars Forging General, or whether he has any intention of sitting back and watching the two sides fight.

Then a soft psychic laugh came from the sink, and Mr. Krach's face showed an expression of embarrassment and anger.

"What are you laughing at? Did you use the ship's hull to scan my mind again?!"

"Ah, no, Father, you see, I just think it's really amazing that I can tell from your thoughts and expression that you are actually seriously thinking about political matters. I think I would still laugh even if I saw this scene a hundred or a thousand times."

Before the other party could utter another sentence with a fierce expression, the humanoid figure floating in the tank immediately changed the direction of the conversation with another topic.

What did you find strange just now?

Sure enough, Coz's thoughts were immediately brought back to the path he had just taken by Sevita, "I'm wondering, is Robert Guilliman really that easy to talk to and...cooperate with us?"

Koz raised his hand and stroked his chin, which was originally pale and smooth, but recently, with the Primarch's growing maturity in terms of mind and social experience, a faint bluish shadow has appeared there. His previously somewhat disproportionately thin figure has now become more balanced, and in addition to his original bestial elegance, he now exudes a confident cunning.

Jago Severalion knew what was happening to his Primarch. He didn't warn him, but he was relieved that even though the First Company Commander himself had forever given up on the possibility of humanity, perhaps his Primarch would have the chance to grow back into a towering man ten thousand years later.

Although he didn't like to accept that favor, Sevitalion would always remember to do so.

Therefore, regarding the Primarch's doubts, Sevita, who clearly had experience beyond the universe they now inhabited, was happy to offer a little help in ways unknown to Peturabo and Ramizane.

"I have a picture here... from 3K's old Earth, which may answer some of your questions."

"What picture?"

The humanoid figure in the tank swam down from above, carrying countless pipes, until his pale face, covered with tattoo-like printed lines, appeared before the Primarch.

He raised a hand and pressed it against the thick, specially made glass, and then an image appeared on it.

Koz stared blankly for a second at the picture of the blond man in blue armor, surrounded by people, raising his arms and shouting, then his expression suddenly changed.

"So... you should be glad he still remembers that Guilliman is Guilliman, not him."

“Indeed,” Coz murmured. “If that were… it would be terrible! I’d rather it were Guilliman as he is now.”

(End of this chapter)