Warhammer: Start with a dog

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"Old man! Stop pretending that you can only coo all day long! If you really don't understand at all, how can you let me see the sound and image of where Ramizane is?! Damn it! He's about to see... about to see her! She'll recognize that it's not mine! She'll recognize it! And! Since the Astronomican is still burning, then which of His lies are you?! Damn it, since you can connect there, bring him back to me! The data in my account book is almost out of control! This variable is too early, too big, and too obvious! The universe we are in now will be completely destroyed together! Did you hear me, old man! Stop looking dead every day and just cracking your melon seeds and corn kernels! ”

——A strange roar of a giant beast was broadcast throughout the ship due to a mistake made in rage on the Destiny Steel. No one could understand what it was saying, but even the Space Marines were shocked and terrified by it.

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As the same disputes, farces and executions once again played out noisily before her.

Having grown up watching these plays countless times over the past two hundred years, Kelly Fanny truly felt tired and exhausted.

First of all, it is physiological.

Her father, Damikos, was a tyrant and planetary governor who was considered perfect by the Olympians.

For a human who had only received medical treatment from the Emperor in middle age, and who had spent his entire life energetically managing the planet, without undergoing any rejuvenation surgery, physical modification, or mechanical enhancement, Damikos died peacefully in his sleep at the astonishing age of 215 because his body was simply too old.

When he died, he was just a little older, shorter and thinner, and there was no significant change, not even his hair.

As his only remaining child and Rocks' current de facto tyrant, Kelly Fanny had to admit that she still envied him - at least she envied his energy and health.

Because although she did not make any mechanical modifications to her body, but only accepted the Emperor's medicine, and she was twenty years younger than her biological father, it was obvious that her current condition was much worse than that of Damikos who had just passed away three months ago.

Damikos had managed to cling to at least semblance of control until his last moment, but once the Rox tyrant and planetary governor was dead, war broke out across Olympia.

No one was willing to acknowledge her claim to her father's governorship, and part of her knew why, but she was too old to blame her father or her brothers, and her remaining energy was limited to controlling the Rocks region. She could not say that she was powerless to deal with the situation in other places, but at least she knew very well how things had been destroyed in the past hundred and fifty years - they had been secretly destroyed since they were built, like an ant nest on a dam.

In addition, the condition of her lungs and trachea was not optimistic like that of every elderly person, and her bones had lost calcium particularly seriously due to her old age, causing her waist to bend and her lower limb joints to become unresponsive. Even taking the complex supplements they could get every day could only allow her to walk with the help of the exoskeleton installed under her skirt.

——Olympia has not developed much in the past 150 years. If it is said that Damikos has no responsibility or intention at all, Kelly Fanny would say it is a lie.

But she was a daughter, and Damikos kept repeating one thing to everyone until his death.

"There may be tyrants in other places, but never in Rocks."

Even though Damikos knew very well when he said this to others that Callyphone was the most politically talented of his three children, he still said so. So, is it surprising that no one cares about Callyphone's inheritance rights?

All this made her soul feel tired, and what made her feel even more tired was another existence in this magnificent tent.

Perturabo, her adopted brother, the closest thing to love she had ever felt.

After climbing the highest mountain of this planet one hundred and fifty years ago and being taken into the starry sea by the Emperor like other children here, her brother, or rather, the cold Iron Lord of the Empire finally returned to the ground of Olympia in person again.

As she had come to realize with increasing horror over the past hundred and fifty years of trying every possible way to inquire about his life.

For a long time, Kelly Fanny believed, at least in her heart, that the Emperor was not worthy of her adopted brother's sworn loyalty.

Because when she accepted the medicine from him for the only time, from his arrogant emissaries and the golden-armored men decorated with totems of oppression, slavery, and threats from the ancient culture, the wisest woman in Locke realized one thing.

The emperor is also a tyrant to some extent.

It’s just that his territory is larger, his army is larger, and his technology or magic is more advanced.

But later, as she began to assist Damicos, who had to give her more authority, in handling more affairs and gaining more rights to monitor the news, she began to realize with horror that her gifted and precocious brother's childhood and adolescence, which had been marred by countless exhibitions, assassinations, conspiracies and other things at the Olympian court, had never really ended.

Perturabo was like this when he was still the most talented mind on Olympia. The more he wanted something, the less he would say it. However, he expected people and his emperor to take the initiative to see his efforts when he didn't say anything, and tell others about his sacrifices, his forbearance, his pressure and his suffering.

But at least at that time, Kelly Fanny and he could still have a few moments of alone, relatively casual chat. Although she also needed to carefully observe his mood and flatter him appropriately, he would still have a moment of sincere smile, one or two sincere conversations, and they could drink together.

However, after her brother followed his emperor father away, his immature rebelliousness and awkwardness did not improve as Kelly Fanny had hoped after finding his biological father and his brothers, or at least did not change.

On the contrary, the situation apparently began to deteriorate rapidly, and Perturabo completely turned into a person with a strong but misguided "messiah complex".

The more he subconsciously realizes that he cannot realize his ideal of a perfect world where all people are placed in order and progress, the more he deliberately puts himself and his legions in painful situations or battles full of destruction and tragedy.

His innate talents and acquired valuable knowledge became his greatest burden. The more he knew, the more arrogant he became. The more arrogant he was, the less able he was to ask for help from others or to admit his mistakes and failures.

Having read the records of many of his battles, Kelly Fanny realized with sadness that her brother was bleeding silently and hurting himself and his legion in the hope that someone would suddenly discover him and shout out the glory of his sacrifice, or at least achieve some twisted balance of pleasure in his heart through this never-ending pain.

And now is the time for Olympia to accept the gift of pain, sorrow, violence, slavery and destruction brought back to them by the greatest, wisest, yet most tragically foolish, most powerful child they have ever adopted.

When the giant god on the throne, wearing silver armor shining brightly under the lights, coughed, stood up, and prepared to issue his latest order, she opened her old eyes and took one last look at him:

His brother was different from her. He was still young and strong, almost the same as she remembered, except that the hardships of war had left him with some wrinkles. One hundred and fifty years seemed to have only passed fifteen years for him. His ice-blue eyes were still as clear and bright as when she first saw the little boy.

well.

Which group of people will be beheaded next?

She closed her eyes again and thought leisurely, perhaps, he would leave her an intact body because of the friendship they had established a century and a half ago?

"Tyrants and princes of the cities. Your demands and petitions."

She heard him say slowly and softly, his words were elegant, his voice was rich, and there was a kind of sedimentation that she had never heard in anyone's voice before, "I reject them all."

It is true.

Oh.

She shouldn't have any illusions.

"And you will no longer hold your current positions. Your duties will be temporarily taken over by my legionaries. All your lands and properties will be compiled and transferred to the legion."

Such an unreasonable announcement undoubtedly angered some people. They were about to express their opinions angrily, but the smell of blood in the air and the heads neatly placed beside them made them swallow the curse in their throats. However, they were still indignant and hovered on the edge of a riot. Some smart people began to sob softly out of fear, "You and your family will be temporarily detained in a designated prison."

Um?

Kelly Fanny still had her eyes closed, but she began to concentrate and listen carefully to the following words.

"After reliable evidence is collected, public trials and testimony is given, those who are guilty should be convicted according to the law, and those who are innocent will be allowed to leave and return to being civilians."

"But sir! What's the difference between what you're doing and killing us? In a city like this, if you confiscate our property and we lose our status and servants, it will only delay our death by a few days!"

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Ramizarn looked up and saw an old man dressed as a wise man. He looked strong but also full of scholarly aura. He glanced at Dantioch beside him. Trident, who had been inquiring about the situation in this world for a long time, stepped forward and saluted.

"This is Frastus of Sarres, my lord. A philosopher and a scholar. Their prince has just been executed. They have chosen him as temporary representative of the tyrant."

The Lord of Steel nodded, "So, Frastu of Sareth, how many people are there in your family? Do you have enough family members who can work?"

It would have been better if he hadn't mentioned this, but once he did, the old philosopher's eyes burst into anger that was almost tangible.

"To hell with Agogilos of Sares, you and your empire!" he shouted indignantly ("Agogilos is the name of the former tyrant you executed, my lord"), raising his hands high to the sky, "My family is left with only an old wife, two daughters and a baby! They cry every day! Because of you! You and your emperor have taken away their sons, brothers, husbands and fathers! Our city has lost a whole generation of young men! There are bereaved mothers and trance widows everywhere!"

"Watch your words, mortal!" Fricks could not help but scold, "Do not speak disrespectfully to the Emperor!"

"...Well...let him finish, Fricks." The Lord of Steel's voice was calm, and those who were familiar with him would tremble at this undercurrent of calm.

Kelly Fanny slowly opened her eyes and listened to the conversation carefully.

"I am old! Your Highness! I am over ninety years old! I can't do heavy work, I can't farm, and I can't eat hard food. My old wife is the same! If you deprive us of our property and servants, then I, for one, am willing to take care of the baby, but at this time, we can only rely on our two daughters to go out and work in public. But what decent work can they find when they don't even have calluses on their hands and feet? What will they do when they encounter those hooligans and strong country robbers?"

"If you want to hear the truth... I think since there are no young men in your city, the possibility of encountering gangsters and robbers outside the city is probably not that high..."

This extremely inappropriate mutter almost made the old philosopher's hair and beard stand up visibly, and he rolled up one side of his robe to reveal the remaining muscles underneath - this philosopher must have been an expert wrestler when he was young - and was about to rush over with his bowl-sized fists to punch the Primarch full of punches, scaring the others around him so much that they quickly rushed forward and pinned him down.

"…The people's tough character has not changed."

There seemed to be an angry animal roar coming from a very far distance, but unfortunately no one present heard it.

The tyrant of Rox stared at the person on the throne with her wrinkled eyes.

"Ahem! I'm serious." The King of Steel straightened up. "So, if you give up something, you have to gain something. The carrot and stick approach is the best solution. For the above measures, I have a follow-up plan. You may want to listen to it first."

The old philosopher was pinned down on the table by seventeen or eighteen hands, who stared at him and panted, grinning like an old lion.

"for example."

The Lord of Steel's voice slowly became lower, like pure black cocoa butter coated with milk and honey. "For example, what if I could ensure that families like yours would not be short of male labor immediately?"

Kelly Fanny nearly leapt out of her seat at one of the most horrific scenarios she could think of, but she held back.

She clutched the handrail tightly, leaning forward, waiting for the King of Steel, who loved the temporary illusion of comfort brought to him by the pain of sacrifice, to say those terrible words.

Even so, it's too much to go to the extent of changing the race... Is his mental condition so bad...

The old philosopher obviously thought the same thing as she did. His lips and face suddenly turned as pale as his beard and hair.

"What...like snatching the Sabine women?"