Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 901: Why are you adding Ultramarines? And have you been lying to me all along?
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The Galenus medical vehicle is now completely concealed in the center by the Death Guard's super-heavy tanks, like a pack of beasts guarding their cubs inside.

Dr. Norma Culver, along with her deputy Sher and driver Anderson, silently cared for the wounded, with Norma tacitly approving Sher's act of injecting each poor soldier with sedatives.

Jeffrey Passers was worried about his wife, and so were his two daughters, who quietly nestled beside their father, reading the old storybooks their mother had left them.

They knew nothing about the outside world, and the Death Guards' refusal to speak to them clearly instilled fear in them.

Fear and apprehension lingered over them after Mortarian and his men left—Major Norma found himself somewhat annoyed to the fact that he even hoped one of the three tall warriors would stay behind.

Even just a glance at the person in the center was enough to instill in a doctor like her a natural sense of awe and an indescribable, strange feeling of powerlessness.

"What do you think they'll do to us, Captain?"

Anderson followed her to the operating room to pack up and asked her quietly that he had woken up later, but Alivia had also implanted some suggestions in him, so he accepted them fairly well.

“I don’t know, Anderson.”

Norma shook her head, her thoughts drifting to the mysterious woman. Now that she was gone, Norma's professional instincts as a doctor made her notice that the speed at which the woman was recovering from her injuries seemed a bit off, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it—perhaps Alivia was just more physically gifted than the average person; medical miracles do happen.

"But at least these Astartes around us don't seem to have any intention of doing anything to us for the time being."

Anderson said, a hint of worry on his face, "My girlfriend is still in Lupecaria... Can't we just stop by and pick her up?"

"Perhaps there's a chance, Anderson."

Norma glanced at him. "But given the current situation, I would advise you to stay quietly in the car until they return."

Who exactly are they?

Captain Shel lowered his voice, as if afraid of being overheard by the invisible ears around him.

"them……"

Major Norma pondered for a moment, "At least, what people like you and me can do is try our best to treat them well; it can't be wrong."

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Caleb Arin was following orders and methodically completing his mission of laying down an impassable fog of virus in the rear. During breaks in the operation, he continued to pray to himself in his Spartan tank.

He addressed His Majesty the Divine Emperor, and also the living saint Euphrates Kira. At the same time, this loyal attendant hoped that his battle company commander would be as lucky as him, to be resurrected after death or to escape alive.

"Alas, I wonder how the company commander and the others are doing now... Did they manage to escape after my death...?"

The squire who died during the voyage of the Eisenstein, who stopped Grug and his men from killing Garo, never expected that his muttering would summon a tiny Nurgle.

"???!!!!!!"

He looked around frantically, trying to reach out and grab the little creature that was giggling happily.

However, the Nurgle stumbled away, yelling in a high-pitched voice.

"Galo! Galo! The chosen Galo! The champion desired by the benevolent father! Bring him to the merciful grandfather! You will receive an incredible reward!"

"Hey! Stop talking! What nonsense are you spouting! I'm going to swat you like a fly!"

Arlin hurriedly got up to catch the Nurgle, but although the little creature was fat, it was extremely agile, while Arlin's current body was comparatively slow, like a clumsy human trying to catch a mouse. The cramped space was even less conducive to the movements of a large body.

—But it's just not right for something like this to be here. It would be best to kill it and report it to the Pale King, or capture it and report it.

As a temporary subordinate of the Pale King, Arlin, who was completely unaware that he was actually a Great Demon, was very cautious about what he could actually do as a Great Demon, but he was still fully aware of his job responsibilities.

Just as he was terrified, his head oozing with fluid, and lunging at the little guy because he couldn't catch him and even saw him trying to open the hatch to escape—suddenly, he felt the earth shake.

He tilted his head back so that one of his protruding eyeballs could fall back in.

Then he looked at the sky with a puzzled expression, and then looked around.

The Nurgle seemed to be disturbed by something, and appeared disoriented a little closer to him.

good chance!
He immediately pounced on the other person and grabbed him.

—Just now, well, he couldn't easily describe the feeling that only supernatural beings could have, but, did the whole world... regress a little? Twice? Or several times?

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"What exactly is missing?! Why not let them continue moving around in front of the door?!"

The Pale King spoke furiously beneath his mask, clearly sensing the changes in the universe.

For him, the change was probably just that he had to repeat the procedure of hugging and patting the back of the "war commander" who came to greet his brothers who arrived on time in the joint army six times in front of everyone.

But as the seventh embrace with the War Master was about to take place, the Pale King, who was already feeling uneasy from the extremely high frequency of these "embraces," couldn't help but ask the universe a question.

Before Pallas and his companions, the Pale King's rage, separated by a mountain range, manifested itself in the scars left on the real world by that door and the realm behind it, yet remained as quiet as a chicken, sensing the immense fury.

If the rocks and bricks around them had legs, the entire mountain would probably have run away by now.

"I can feel that time on this planet and around it has been [old Earth profanity] pushed back six times by this damned universe!"

He took out his scythe, the weapon that represented silence, gleaming with a dark, sharp light, like the last rays of light emitted by matter being accreted at the edge of a black hole's event horizon.

"Every time I get feedback, the reason given is 'Sorry, some elements are missing and we cannot proceed to the next step'! If you don't tell me what's missing..."

"...I'll go back to Ironblood and tell them that my mission failed because you made me speak in riddles!"

Normally, this universe isn't the type to respond to a threat of this level, but because this time, there's another entity backing it up, and that entity is clearly watching this place, it had to reluctantly give a hint.

Suddenly, the top of the cave in front of the "gate" trembled, and then a pile of stalactites began to fall from the cave ceiling toward the crowd.

"Watch out!" Pallas grabbed Alivia and instinctively pulled the "mortal" woman closer to him, using his body and back to shield her from the falling rubble.

The immortal blinked in his arms, and an extremely pure and sincere unfamiliar feeling warmed her ancient and parched heart like a clear hot spring through the place of contact.

After sensing the sincerity emanating from the other person's actions and the positive emotions brought by the flood of memory fragments, she quietly withdrew her hand from the pistol handle.

—But what about the close bond between the military and the people? Where exactly are Wandering Port and the Ironclad of Destiny? And this child is... is... only three years old?! ...Oh my god, a wave of guilt washed over her... She thought of her own child...

Are you alright, ma'am?

Under Ruth's astonished gaze, "What are you doing? She's an immortal being who worked with that All-Father!" Pallas awkwardly put Alivia aside and politely inquired.

"I'm fine, thank you, Pallas."

For some reason, Fograim Pallas felt that Alyvia's gaze suddenly carried a strong sense of affection and care—was that right?

"Let's take a look at these fallen rocks."

She said, her eyes showing a hint of seriousness, "As far as I know, this kind of thing should absolutely not happen here, and nothing has happened in the last six times, so this should be a reminder to us."

They quickly counted the number of stalactites that had fallen, and as Alivia had said, they were all very well-preserved and unusual, and the total number was exactly thirteen.

“Thirteen, indeed, a meaningful number, but what does it mean?” Pallas pondered.

“It can’t be that the Father is about to appear here,” Leman Russ said with a hint of anticipation, but nothing happened in the cave after he finished speaking.

“Thirteen, thirteen…” Alivia’s gaze swept back and forth across the white stalactites.

"Wait, the Ultramarines Legion is the Thirteenth Legion!" she suddenly exclaimed urgently. "I understand now. According to my original plan, there were Ultramarines here! So there have to be some now too!"

"Huh? Why is Thirteen prompting for Ultra Warrior?"

“Uh.” Alivia looked a little embarrassed. “Because if you hadn’t shown up, I was planning to find the Ultramarines’ garrison to escort me here and hold off the Warmaster for me until the ceremony was complete.”

"Do you possess a token or order issued by the Emperor that commands Astartes to serve you?"

“No.” She shook her head. “I just know the location of their fortress and where they will retreat to to regroup, where I can find them in time on the Galenus.”

"And then? Even if you find them, how will you convince Astartes, whom you're meeting for the first time, to fight to the death for you?"

"It's enough that I can see them."

She said, “When I see them, my talent makes them genuinely believe that this is their own idea. They realize that this is their duty, that they must bring me here, and that they must defend me with their lives to carry out this sealing ritual.”

Alivia glanced at them.

"Otherwise, you don't think I could have wiped out everyone who tried to open the door in a century all by myself, do you? Don't forget, besides the Imperial Army, there are nearly four hundred Astartes stationed in this world. Mobilizing multiple soldiers would be troublesome, but when I want the Astartes to do these things, I usually only need to find any one of them."

She shook her head. "There are more people in the Ninth Legion who have noticed that Moro seems to have something wrong with him, and their emotions are more complex and dark. They are also bolder and more unconventional in their pursuit of secrets. I generally don't take action against them."

“I am not a warrior, child, but I can make the strongest warriors fight for me and then completely forget about it afterward. That is the gift that allows me to be the guardian of Moro.”

“Although I often feel guilty for taking advantage of others, this is the oath and mission I made, and I must fulfill them. It is my duty to fulfill the oath I made to him.”

Lehman Russ and Pallas exchanged another shocked glance.

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"Therefore, she proved that this talent can be used by all Astartes. It is not limited by Legion genes."

Ramizam took a sip of dark chocolate coffee; the rich sweetness and sugar-free taste created a wonderful sensation.

In stark contrast to his relaxed demeanor, the oppressive atmosphere surrounding Perturabo BC, Magna Dorn, and the Lord of the Ravens was almost palpable. These three clearly knew, yet did not, that a complex mix of emotions swirled around them like lightning-streaked thunderclouds.

Clearly, the feeling of witnessing the scene firsthand is on a completely different level from the emotional impact of "guessing out a bit of the truth."

Just before Peturabo BC was about to speak—

"I know I was wrong!" the pigeon suddenly squawked in the solemn atmosphere and rushed over to smear it on Ramizan's face.

"But I am not the same person on the throne now! Our connection is no longer as strong!"

"So what? What are you trying to say? Get off my coffee cup!"

"If you fight your way back to Terra now, I will provide you with all the legal and legitimacy support you need! You will not have to get bogged down in the quagmire of protracted counterinsurgency and street fighting! I will immediately appoint you as the Protector of Terra! Imperial Regent! Grand Protector Duke! These are all no problem at all!"

The Lord of the Dark Ravens let out a sound of surprise for what seemed like the umpteenth time. Magna's eyes suddenly blazed with a sharp light as his calculations increased dramatically. Meanwhile, Perturabo BC let out a sneer that sounded like something out of a huff, though I wanted to express my disdain.

"You only offer legal support, not military support, and you'll only provide it after we fight our way back and take over Terra, right?"

Someone who wasn't buying it at all pointed it out precisely.

"So, until we take Holy Terra back, you're basically just a low-level random wish-granting machine and a member of the exiled royal family?"

“I can provide the highest legitimacy and legality!” the dove argued. “These two things are still extremely valuable to the Empire at present! I know you scoff at this, but within the current empire, you can’t get anywhere without them!”

“Very well, then I’d like to ask a question. Suppose we actually conquer Holy Terra and occupy it, and all the high lords, commanders, and generals foolishly come to our gathering, ready to listen to your orthodoxy and legitimacy…”

"That's no problem. What do you want to ask?"

"As a pigeon, how will you proclaim orthodoxy and legitimacy for us in Holy Terra?"

Lamizain squinted.

"You can't possibly transform into human form and then keep fooling us with this pigeon-shaped disguise, can you?"

(End of this chapter)