Warhammer: Start with a dog

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Human gaming and herd mentality are amazing.

In 3K's ancient Terra, any similar market mechanism will subtly carry this kind of psychological drive, from the Land of Marsh and Myanmar A to farmers who often flock to change their crops because the price of a certain vegetable or fruit is good in a certain year, only to lose all their money the next year, and this always happens.

The situation is still the same more than 20,000 years later, on a planet tens of thousands of light years away that is not ancient Earth.

One cannot help but sigh that perhaps human genes may not be so human after more than 20,000 years, but the essence of human beings remains the same.

——At least from this point of view, Ge Laodeng is indeed a bit human as he claims. Maybe the remaining humanity is all in this...

After witnessing the surrender of the first three cities (especially the tyrant of Rocks who served as a weather vane), the masters of the remaining city-states who had been hesitant and reluctant suddenly became enthusiastic.

They rushed to express to the God of Steel that they were just a step slow and were now fully willing to obey the legion's allocation and adjustment, for fear of falling behind and becoming the last one to come in awkwardly - of course, some people who knew they had done a lot of evil couldn't help but turn pale when they thought of what they had done in the past.

Some of them fell to the ground and cried bitterly, saying that they repented, some of them suddenly screamed and started rolling on the sand like crazy, some of them started a quick attack and tried to contact the feelings and relatives of the Tyrant of Rocks through blood ties and other aspects. In short, they all showed their magical powers.

So when the initial intention was unanimously approved, the dejected tyrants wrote down warrants and handed them over to the receiving team composed of legion soldiers.

As Stormbirds carried reception teams to various city-states, the Iron Lord's tent finally returned to its original calm.

Fricks and Dantioch were also smart enough to find themselves an urgent task to do.

Everyone left space and undisturbed privacy to the last two people left in the tent - or rather, a Primarch and a mortal.

——Damn you guys, why are you suddenly so smart like Qianzi?! You should learn some social skills from the Emperor's son! Don't you want to serve me, the boss, in your office fights?

Someone cried out in his heart when he suddenly realized that he had entered a terrifying situation where the brother and sister were alone together a hundred years later.

And a certain dog has already started to curl its tail anxiously.

The pigeon remained silent, but diligently broadcast all the messages for the Lord of Iron.

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So the lights flickered and they looked at each other in silence.

Finally, it was Kelly Fanny who broke the silence.

"You've...changed, Perturabo."

Someone swallowed subconsciously, "...People always change, Kelly Fanny...sister."

The old woman smiled tolerantly at the rare embarrassment of the man in front of her, and then naturally shifted the other person's attention and the topic of conversation to matters that both of them were concerned about.

"Your demands and measures are undoubtedly more radical than simple killing, Perturabo," she said slowly, her voice hoarse from age, "but I'm not concerned about whether you can carry it out. You can - even if your consolidation of land, disposal of the nobles, and the series of measures that follow will be resisted by intentional or ignorant people - but you have so many fleets flying in the starry sky above our heads, and your legion has taken more than 200,000 young people from Olympia in the past century and a half. Considering what they will become and the skills they have mastered, I have no doubt that there is actually no city-state on this planet that has the ability to resist you and your legion. It's just a matter of time."

"So what do you care about?"

"What I'm worried about," she said, looking at him again carefully in the light from the tent. "Will your father, your emperor, pay attention to the fact that you have returned home with your army and no longer conquer new worlds for him. Does he know your plan? If you do this as you planned, will it cause him displeasure? And have you found enough or reliable allies for yourself in your father's court over the past 150 years? How many enemies do you have in the court? Will they take this opportunity to attack you? Can you ensure that when you are not in the court, someone will be there to protect your interests for you?"

"You must know, Lord of Steel, that the most unexpected and fatal blow often comes from behind."

Ramizane looked relieved upon hearing this and he smiled.

Obviously, Ramizane had thought about the questions asked by Kelly Fanny for a long time, and was waiting for someone to scratch his itch and ask him the questions - according to the ancient people of Seris, if one cannot show off his foresight in front of smart people, it is like walking in the night in fine clothes.

"Before I say this, I remember that there would never be a female tyrant in Rocks. As soon as Damikos died, you immediately became the tyrant of Rocks. As expected, before your sister and the love between men and women, you are first a political animal. Kelly Fanny."

This blunt attack, which could almost be regarded as violent words, almost choked the old woman. Finally, the pale and aged cheeks of the first and last tyrant of Rocks turned slightly red. "What are you talking about, Perturabo? Why are you bringing this up now?"

In the other side of distant time and space, a black-and-white tyrant was almost crying, "What nonsense are you talking about! Ramizane Kalosini!!! Who told you to tell her this! What are you doing! I didn't ask you to do this kind of thing! Shut up! Don't say it! Don't talk to her about this!"

Although the real roar of the victim was not transmitted to the scene, fortunately, the black-haired man was just thinking in a routine way.

"Haha... It's nothing. I can only say this easily from a detached position. Let's not talk about this anymore. Let's get down to business first."

Since there was no one else or servant here, he stood up and skillfully picked up the long-necked crystal bottle to pour himself a glass of fermented juice, and poured another glass for the other person and placed it next to her.

"If you want to know the answer... He has no idea of ​​my return and my plans for Olympia. The Emperor, the Custodians, and the Imperial Military Affairs Department will certainly not be satisfied with the Iron Warriors' progress slowing down or even stopping completely. Allies do not exist, but enemies and those who take advantage of us are everywhere. There will definitely be criticisms and complaints - if there are dull battles, difficult battles, fronts and campaigns that no one wants to take over, and if there are suddenly no warriors like us who are easy to use and don't complain about being tired, some... hehe... legions will soon have a headache."

"Will that not be punished? Perturabo, what is your plan for this?"

"If they knew about this, they would definitely blame and accuse me. But first, they have to know about this. Just as the Imperial Agency delayed our equipment application report and other resource applications, I can also delay the submission of our action reports to Terra and the Command. With the current navigation technology and accident rate, it is normal to delay it back and forth for five to ten years. Secondly, I have ordered my pharmacist to prepare a full set of reports on my poor health, saying that I cannot act immediately..."

"What?" Her attention was immediately drawn. "What happened to your health? Are you injured? Or are you...sick?"

"I'm fine," Ramizane waved his hand nonchalantly, "It's just that in the last battle we encountered some extremely difficult aliens, and I was hit by the aftermath of their weapons. Well, I think the pharmacist's report will tell them that I now have many sequelae and cannot return to the expedition immediately, such as sudden drowsiness, loss of memory fragments, time cognition disorder, etc. Of course, I'm actually fine!"

But the tyrant's eyes softened immediately, and a new, incredible light of hope began to well up in them.

"Anyway, let's deal with the current situation first. I will go to Rocks with you later to bury Damicos there and complete a series of pending matters. Oh, by the way, Kelly Fanny... Sister, I'm sorry, but you have to do the same as the others. You can only keep two servants at most, and you have to pay them."

"Only two?" She pretended to be dissatisfied. "I was the tyrant of Rocks before today."

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"Two are enough. A personal maid and an errand boy. I will inspect the city-states, and Urdek will take over the other affairs of Olympia from Atorakes. It is expected that we will only need to last for a short period of twenty... no, fifteen years will be enough."

"Fifteen years?"

She was acutely aware of the unusually short number for a Primarch.

"Yes, strictly speaking, the galaxy will be turned upside down in fourteen years." He sighed, "But I am used to leaving some room for error."

"That's not something you would say, Perturabo." She leaned forward and tried to fill the silver cup in his hand as she did in the past, but she was too old, her lungs and joints protested against her, and Kelly Fanny had to stop with regret and watched her brother reach out to fill it for her. "Is something going to happen?"

"This is the second and most important thing I want to say. A ceremony to celebrate the great victory will be held in Ullanor next year, and one of my brothers will be named Warmaster. I don't think anyone will have time to care about us at this time, as they are all busy looking after my most beloved brother. Even if the emperor wants to hold me accountable, he will definitely wait until the ceremony is over. What's more, it is highly likely that I will not receive an invitation to attend the ceremony, and it is even more impossible for someone to come and let me know about this at this time - I have prepared a set of words to deal with the envoys in advance, but [Ancient Terra Foul Words] has not had any envoys so far. Even the latest envoys from the Ministry of Military Affairs and the Mechanicus, who should have heard about this, have kept silent to me! And if we don't set off now, we will definitely miss the ceremony! You really treat me like a fool!"

There was an expression on his face that was not angry but contained a certain degree of sarcasm.

"…I'm sorry," she said softly, "but you know, Damikos drowned our eldest brother after you left, Horakon. I didn't expect that in a family like the Emperor, who ruled the galaxy and had so much territory to divide among his children, there would be such a love dispute."

"What?"

"Yes, when he discovered that Horachon was plotting to take his place and power, Damekus drowned his oldest son in a wine barrel."

She replied sadly, "Although our eldest brother was a fool, bad-tempered, uneducated and cruel guy, it was still a bit too much for him to be drowned in a wine barrel by our father himself."

"...Well, every time I...ahem, think about it, the Emperor has given himself as many as 20 sons, but he implements the ancient aristocratic system. Look at us Olympias. Damicos has four children, but he killed one and another died of depression. And you are here trying your best to extend Olympias' life?"

Perturabo BC was like an ant on the hot pot where Ramizarn couldn't hear him. "Idiot! Ah! Ramizarn! You should at least ask Andros first! He is our other brother! Although I envy him, I also think he is better than me. Kelly Fanny knows this very well! If it were me, I would definitely ask Andros where he is first! Damn it!"

Kelly Fanny was silent for a moment. "Why do you suddenly admit that Damikos is your father? Even when he was alive, you never wanted to call him father."

"Damikos is indeed not a good father. He and Pei... are just as stubborn, proud, self-respecting, and cruel as me. They are unwilling to acknowledge each other's excellence and use others, even their own children, as bargaining chips, not to mention their adopted children. But I guess he did hope for reconciliation later."

"Why do you think so? At this point, you think the best of him? Do you know that he instigated the split of Olympia behind your back?"

"I basically guessed it. This is definitely a way for him to show that he doesn't want to be inferior to others. But, because he worked diligently for us as the Imperial Governor for so many years while we were fighting abroad, and finally chose you to succeed him. When I was fighting abroad, I could compare the difference in supplies and personnel sent by the Imperial Command and Olympia just by looking at the speed and dedication of the logistics. I'm not a fool. If I want to admit that my rational existence is the basis of my pragmatic approach, I can't just turn a blind eye to the real numbers based on my emotions. This goes against my principles of rationality and order."

Kelly Fanny was silent for a while, and finally she spoke, "You... have become like a real adult now, brother. If you were like this back then, maybe I..." But she suddenly stopped talking, "Is this great victory you mentioned important to you, brother?"

A dog growled sourly and pigeons paced back and forth, flapping their wings.

"It's very important. Very important. It's very important not only to me, but to everyone in the galaxy. We will know when the time comes. Time is very short. Now I really want to know how Hrud manipulates time. Time is too short, and there are too many things to do, sister."

"Well, I will do my best to help you, let's see what miracles we can accomplish in such a short time. Abo."