Warhammer: Start with a dog

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"Tyra is on top."

"The eternal flame."

When Sol Tavitz (Solomon Dmitry) was assigned to stay behind because he was too reliable. "It's a good time for you to go out. We can't leave no experienced commanders in this restaurant." ——When the two teams led by a certain self-aware Archon) and Flavius ​​Alkennis finally held their first touching meeting in ten thousand years in the lobby of the Enterprise, they met. Both parties simultaneously let out the same aria-like sigh as the other party.

Well, although Sol Tarvitz has always been considered "ordinary", "too plain" and "uninteresting", these adjectives are only relative to his brothers.

However, even Flavius ​​now wants to attack Tavitz's taste from the perspective that the opponent is not wearing the beautiful Phoenician purple, white and gold armor, but uses silver instead of purple and black instead of white. He doesn't have any position on words like "no paint from the factory" or other words.

Because Tavitz had already raised his eyebrows in surprise and asked his question.

"Flavius? What happened? How did you...how did you turn yourselves into this...? You don't look like a son of the Emperor, you look like..."

The eyes of the former tenth company commander were surprised and slightly strange. The Phoenix Guard terminators on the opposite side were also plated with large areas of black armor. These armors were of ancient styles. It could be seen that they were once the style of the Phoenix Guards. Now they are redundant. Things and decorations have been removed, leaving only the most practical parts. The only thing that still connects the Phoenix Guards and their commander to the Sons of the Phoenix is ​​their weapons. Each of them carries more exquisite and sharp swords than necessary. Some people use smaller weapons. The belt is worn around the thighs, and some opt for a more traditional belt.

Of course, the most obvious difference from the Iron Hands is probably that the painting and various parts on each of them are more carefully arranged, or there are some small hand-carved commemorative patterns on the edge details. , and finally, they don’t decorate themselves with the rims of gears and the coat of arms of the Iron Hand, but They use simple and abstract Phoenician-style palm carvings and wings wrapped in flames to indicate their identity, but this does not affect their dark color and calm temperament when viewed from a distance, more like professional soldiers - Jean Saul Tarvitz thought of his old Legion and felt a comforting familiarity in his wary heart.

"...This...it's a long story. Today we are here to report to Lord Ishtar and Lord Manus, and see if we can visit Lord Pallas. As for our appearance...I can tell you a little bit. I’ll find a chance to explain to you later – we don’t think this paint will be permanent.”

Chief Phoenix coughed suddenly and began to change the subject, "You...your face really doesn't seem to have changed at all. It's the same as the last time I saw you. Sol Tavitz." There was something more in his words. Duoduo said with emotion, "Based on the news I heard, I thought you...you had already died on Istvan III."

"Ah, then I have to mention many miracles and another great primarch, His Highness." Tavitz replied, "After all, strictly speaking, Istvan III is just a few to me. What happened just a few months ago.”

"What?" Flavius ​​was truly surprised, "Although I also want to tell you about the miracles that happened here, maybe you can tell me yours first."

"Well... that day, we were all on Istvan III, and there was such a tragic battle. You know that, right?" The eyes of Chief Phoenix who was standing on the other side at that time moved uneasily, and Tavitz's skills He continued, "Yes, we were abandoned, betrayed, and attacked by our brothers and the original body... Finally, we gathered in the Anthem City, thinking that this was the ending where we would be calm and loyal to death, but at this time there was something A god-like figure walked into the dome where we finally gathered with hope..."

In the next half hour, Flavius, who originally thought that he had experienced enough incredible events and miracles that he had never heard of, felt that his mind had been rubbed again from top to bottom, inside to outside. The world view has been renovated on the ground.

"Incredible! Incredible! Tavitz!" he said, his brothers behind him sharing his shock. "I thought we now had three fathers at once, escaped the gaze of the Prince of Darkness, and obtained Lord Manus and Lord Manus. The forgiveness and help of the Iron Hands is already an impossible miracle, but the extent of every miracle in the whole thing you just told me now seems to be beyond compare. Lord Angron alone actually --ah--?!"

Just when Tavitz wanted to ask Flavius ​​how they convinced the Iron Hands to take them in instead of burning them to ashes, and what the hell was going on with "three fathers at the same time" , sudden changes occurred.

The Phoenix Commander jumped up with a speed that saw a fatal threat, and drew out his power sword in a defensive counterattack posture. The Phoenix Guards - they no longer use the Phoenix Spears of the original batch of people who used this title. ——Without his words, they all pulled out their storm bolters and melta guns, and all the muzzles were locked on the gorgeous figure who was happily walking in from the door.

"Hello——! Everyone! Good day! Why did no one notify me of such a touching brotherly meeting? Fortunately, I received the ship's communication notification that I was here!"

"who--"

"Lucius——!" Flavius ​​hissed, "Be careful! Brothers! He is the Immortal! He is her favorite!"

"No, no, Flavius. The Immortal? Is this the nickname you want to give me? It sounds weird. But unfortunately, the title given to me by His Highness is 'Healer'. You want Remember, don’t shout wrong the next time you see me, otherwise I will invite you to a fierce duel with me.”

The man who had a fearsome reputation as a duelist even among the Emperor's Children walked towards them gracefully. Chief Phoenix narrowed his eyes: This Lucius looked really weird.

He was cheerful, energetic, and arrogant who didn't care about anything, but he had the kind of fulfilling air that only people with religious fanaticism would have. More importantly, Flavius ​​suddenly realized that he saw The face was not the face that had changed beyond recognition and was deformed and distorted. This was the face of Lucius that he remembered from the beginning.

Smooth, fair, and almost sweet face for a man, well-trimmed hair dyed silver, and purple... eyes?

Wait?

In shock, Alkennis turned to Tavitz, who was looking forward to the show.

The latter shrugged, "Yes, remember I told you that it was one of our officers on guard duty who brought His Highness Angron all the way in, and here he is, Lucius."

"How... did he become like this?" Chief Phoenix murmured in disbelief.

"I don't know much about this, but His Highness Angron Petra once told us with a sigh, 'This is all my fault, so I have to take some responsibility,'" Tavitz said , "The result of our discussion is that it is possible that Lucius' brain You know what's in it," he made a gesture, "Beng'er was twisted, reversed, and changed by Lord Angron's mighty power. No matter what it was, in short, he is now firmly determined by Angron. Master Long pursues perfection for himself as a spiritual idol.”

Tavitz also began to sigh, "And sometimes my words and deeds are too dramatic, I like to tease others, or I have to turn simple things into a play and play the leading role of the hero, and I also appear mysteriously... Ah, it gives me a headache just talking about it. I just have a headache. I don’t know why I still wipe his butt every time.”

"Uh. Tarvitz, that word is a bit rude. - In addition, if Lord Fulgrim knows about his pursuit of imitating other primarchs... well, at least the two Lord Fulgrim who are currently here You shouldn't mind it so much. If your Highness Angron is as noble and wise as you say, then this is a good thing for all of us. I am still dueling with the Lucius I know. The situation after swallowing Serius is still fresh in my mind.”

"...It sounds like the Lucius you know is also very bad for other people."

"Believe me." Chief Phoenix cautiously put away his weapon and stared at Lucius who was walking closer. "This is not a matter of 'same' level. Compared with the Lucius we know, you This Lucius is like an angel, a real one."

"Oh." The eyes of the former tenth company commander were full of pity.

"So I'm late. Did I miss any important and interesting chat content?" Lucius walked up to them.

"No," Tavitz replied. "You came just in time. Alkennis was about to explain to us that we felt the presence of more than one father at that time."

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"...yes, we developed Sikaran together...and then System 529...the Battle of Gardenar, oh yes, Ulan Cicerus, the Unlucky Cicerus, and The funeral of Akuldona, Intep Amar... Yes... Ferus... It's really you! How is this possible? This is really you! …”

Guilliman sat down slightly dejectedly - Fulgrim Ishtar had prepared a seat the size of the original body. Now, the Thirteenth Primarch was sitting there, lost in confusion, joy and depth. Deep sadness mixed with the impact of memories.

The Thirteenth Primarch has taken off his disguise in this area and restored his original appearance. He is wearing a blue and white toga, and his marble statue-like face is buried deeply in his hands under his pale golden hair. , the baby's blue eyes were filled with tears of disbelief but relief.

"I...I..." he murmured in the end, "I'm very happy that you...I don't know what to call your current state, but I'm glad that you're back, Ferus."

Fulgrim Ishtar asked in surprise on the built-in channel, [Why, your relationship with Robert Guilliman is so good here? I thought the person you had the best relationship with was the former Fulgrim here. 】

[Actually, I was also surprised. After the battle of Gardenar and other joint operations, I always thought that Guilliman should be dissatisfied with me. And I don't have a similar...well, opinion of him, which leaves me feeling slightly overwhelmed. 】

The mechanical bird and the Contemptor Dauntless looked at Guilliman who once again covered his face, losing his composure due to the huge joy of being reunited with his brother.

[The way he looks so happy and excited doesn’t look like he’s dissatisfied with you as you said. 】

[...I swear I know nothing about this.]

[Well, anyway, he obviously likes you very much, that's enough, he may not know how important and necessary his support is to us now. I originally thought about how to cure him and win him over, but now it seems that there is no need.]

[You are right, and we should pay attention to Honso, where did he learn this trick? As far as I know, the treatment of the Primarch has been a mystery that has troubled all the Legion Apothecaries and members of the Mechanicus for thousands of years. No one can save us so systematically and effectively.]

[Indeed...this is not an area that an Astartes would normally come into contact with, but I guess Perturabo can explain it.]

[Wait until we find him.]

[We will definitely find him, there are so many people who need to be settled, so many things to deal with, and the war in the galaxy will be...] The Fearless Phoenix sighed in their internal channel, [It will only burn more fiercely next.]

[But we are fearless if we join hands. 】

【Fearless. 】

"So," Guilliman, who had calmed down, raised his head and stared at the seemingly silent Fearless and Garuda, "Ferus... I have a question?"

"What? Let me make it clear that there are some questions I won't answer for the time being."

"Does your offspring... know that you are now in the form of this mechanical bird, and you have no flesh and blood, and can even chirp?"

"..." A silence spread in the hall of the medical area. Only a certain pharmacist who was quietly listening in the corner lowered his presence again, and his eyes also lit up when he heard it.

"... You'd better think about how to explain to your offspring why you dress up as Lorgar's enchanter."

The name mentioned here made the Ultramarines look a little unfriendly, "Who? Are you talking about me? How could I dress up as a Word Bearer? The disguise I used was a renegade Khorne enchanter."

"Not a Word Bearer?"

"How could I agree to use the disguise of a Word Bearer?" The Thirteenth Primarch sneered, "I'm a little bastard disguised as Lorgar! Ferrus! If this picture gets out, how can I beat him up?!"

"Then what about you? Is it...?"

"Honso provided it to me." The Primarchs all looked at the Master of Alchemy who was trying to escape, "He told me that this is a loyal chapter of the current era, called the Exorcists. But few people have come into contact with them, so it is not easy to be exposed."

"...There really is such a chapter." After searching the database for a while, the Fearless Phoenix announced, "But I doubt it..."

"Indeed." Guilliman added, "I have decided to reserve some suitable positions for him on the Glory of Macragge."

...It seems that Lord Pallas's awakening may need to be delayed for a while.

Honso gave the three Primarchs a stiff business smile and thought so in his heart.

It just feels like I have forgotten something? What is it?