[Note in advance: This is completely separated from the plot, it belongs to a relatively crazy independent work, you can understand that a group of supporting characters who have not appeared for a long time are waiting for their Chinese New Year's Eve dinner to be taken out, in a backstage that does not exist in the official history, complaining about various plots. ] 】

[Therefore, the tone of the characters will be more three-dimensional, and there is no need to associate them with the corresponding characters in the text, and since they have appeared here, then don't ask them to appear in the text again (Le)]

[If you can't write it, you can't write it at all (wave your hand)]

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“……”

“……”

"They said: I haven't appeared since I was mentioned in the Randan Extinction War and made a cameo, and even the title of [Mother's Favorite Child] was snatched away by Lana's seniors."

The tall Hector cowered in the same chair that was provided to the normal Astarte, giving the impression that a genetic protogen was drinking from a mortal wine glass.

Careful, indescribably awkward.

"Wake up, you haven't been [Mom's favorite child] at all, you are at most [Mom's first child]: the gap between the two is still very big."

Leaning next to Hector, Abaddon slowly manipulated the palm of his hand, and the [Claw of Horus High Replica] that he turned out from the item library picked at the flesh in his teeth.

“…… How big is it? ”

"It's like Dorne and Peturabo."

“……”

"You're looking for death, aren't you?"

Before Hector could say anything, the Iron Lord on the side had already raised his head, only to see that his face was still as gloomy as ever: as the only gasping gene in the room, Perturabo arrogantly occupied an entire bench, and the armed batteries that never left him were like bamboo forests after rain.

“……”

Abaddon glanced at the genetic prototype, and continued to pick his teeth indifferently, but he didn't dare to say anything, only dared to whisper some words in his throat that others couldn't understand, such as "The era of the original is over", "You are not my father, and I dare to fight my own father" and other inexplicable words, which made the room a little more happy air.

"But seriously."

The one who spoke was Ahriman, who was sitting across from Hector and Abaddon.

"I remember that Abaddon had two fathers in his life: one was his father in the biological sense when he was a mortal, and the other was the war commander Horus, the previous father was stabbed to death by him himself, and Horus was also stabbed to death by Abaddon in a sense, although the one stabbed to death was just a very poor copy, and that copy had all the will of Horus and the fatherly love in the face of Abadon."

"But that didn't stop Abaddon from stabbing him to death: even with one hit!"

"So, according to this result, we can make a deduction: if Abaddon wants to kill someone from the bottom of his heart, he only needs to recognize that guy as his father, and there is a way to kill the other side."

"Daddy's special attack, right: it's really the traditional art of the Shadow Moon Blue Wolf Legion."

"Yes, we used to think that the Shadowmoon Wolf Legion was unremarkable, but now that we think about it, from Horus to Abaddon. Even when he went to Lorcan, when he beat the father of his genes, he was really unrelenting: the specialty of the Shadow Moon Blue Wolf was obviously obvious. ”

"Don wandered for half a life, he didn't meet the master, if the public does not give up, he is willing to worship the father as his father."

"The goal of the Fourteenth Black Expedition is to hit Terra, and call the emperor Daddy: the new original body of the Shadow Moon Wolf Legion, Ezekel - Abaddon, dignified serialization."

“……”

"Enough of you two!"

After Hecht and Ahriman had a reciprocal conversation, a certain Chaos Warlord who had won a hundred battles finally couldn't bear it anymore: he jumped up, first glanced at Hecht who was sitting on a stool but was as tall as himself, and after a little hesitation, he shifted his fierce gaze to Ahriman opposite.

"You guy, what qualifications do you have to laugh at me!"

"You thousand sons are filial, but they are much more filial than our Shadow Moon Blue Wolf!"

“……”

Ahriman was silent for a moment before snorting softly at Abaddon.

"At the very least, Magnus never thought of rebelling in his subjective sense."

"Look at what you're saying."

Abaddon sneered.

"According to your argument, then I can also tell you: at least, until the moment Horus was killed, the emperor never had real anger against Horus, and the emperor had only real anger against one original body in the whole great rebellion. Guess who that person is? ”

“……”

"Besides."

Abaddon cocked his thumb and pointed proudly at himself.

"Personally, what right do you have to laugh at me: I've been at least active in the text and in the interludes, in the words of those characters, how long has it been since you, the hillbilly from Prospero, appeared? Since the plot was pushed to the Randan Extinction War, you kid hasn't appeared. ”

"Can you blame me then!"

Ahriman's voice was a little sharp.

"How could I get involved in this kind of war that requires amnestics in the Randan Empire, besides, it's obviously because the author's own pen is not strong enough, he wrote a lot of supporting characters, dug a lot of holes, and found that he couldn't fill it, so he could only send me to Makurag to participate in the Rausch delegation."

Magnus's heir shed a bitter tear.

"If you really want to talk about the plot, I've shaken hands with Killiman three or four times, and the ultramarines who have fallen down can form a warband, not to mention the psionic teaching construction I carried out in Maculag: the next time the author writes about Maculag, if he doesn't erect a statue for me in the Ultramarine's psionic academy, it won't be enough."

Instead, Ahriman looked at Abaddon with disdain.

"It's you, son of Horus: the author took a lot of time to transfer you to the Dawnbreaker Legion, but after all these years, you didn't even have a major plot that people could remember, so you patted your ass and ran back to the Shadow Moon Wolf."

"I still have an undefeated legend in the arena, what do you leave behind?"

"You can't say that."

Before Abaddon could speak, Hecht, who was sitting next to Abaddon, had a low voice.

"Abaddon's harvest in the Far Eastern frontier is still quite large."

Aliman scoffed.

"I know, I gained more than two hundred pounds, right? Proving the Legion of the Dawnbreakers' Food Empire No. 1: But, considering that Morgan's character is taken from British mythology, is this a joke of hell? ”

"You can't say the same either: Lana and Bayard are clearly French names."

"But Marshall is a British name."

“……”

For a moment, both Ahriman, Hecht, and Abaddon fell silent and looked at the corner where the sound was coming from. looked at the old soldier who was silent in the corner, quietly petting the dog next to him.

"Who is he?"

"William-Marshall: Commander of the First Company of the Dawnbreakers."

“……”

"You still have a company commander?"

"He's been on the bench for a lot longer than a few of us, and he's joined by Bayar, Diarmuid, and Cullin: it's better to say that there aren't many people in the entire Dawnbreaker Legion anymore except for Lana."

"Haven't you ever thought about joining forces to kill Lana?"

"I thought about it, and we had a serious discussion about it, but we accidentally heard the news by Rana kid: then, he suggested that our Mother of Genes reorganize the Praetorian Guard and the Legion Council next to him, and give up more supporting role vacancies, so everyone went to compete for those supporting role positions, and no one cared about slaughtering that kid."

“…… Genius......"

“……”

"Then again, if it's a quota for appearances, shouldn't you prioritize killing the Stellar Handmaidens: that Virgo, in particular, has been on the scene more than you Dawnbreakers combined."

“……”

Hector didn't answer, he just gave Ahriman a look of pity.

"You know what, Ahriman: So far, Virgo has only shot once, but you won't want to know who she fought against."

"Will she still fight?"

Ahriman raised an eyebrow.

"I've always thought of her as a storyteller and a pastry chef: the occasional mother-daughter plot with Morgan and the Horusian passages that go crazy at her mother."

"You know, this kind of thing is what readers love to read."

“…… At present, there is this kind of comic plot trend, but you still have to remember: whether it is Virgo or other star maids, they are essentially very capable of fighting. ”

"Like a Forbidden Army?"

“…… They can fight better than the forbidden army. ”

"Really?"

"At least Virgo is definitely like this: her role is biased towards the heroine."

“……”

"Why is there such a thing as a heroine in this kind of text?"

"No, there is: it's still rotating."

“……”

After being interrupted by an abrupt voice, Ahriman turned his head to look into the corner where the voice came from, and his brow furrowed as he appeared in front of him as an alien.

"Who's that?"

Ahriman frowned, pulling out his staff and asking Hector a question.

"Lilith, that Black Ida."

“…… Who? ”

"Have you forgotten: it's the Queen of the Comoros Arena who led a group of Comoroan miscellaneous to attack the Daybreakers, causing a lot of damage, and then was imprisoned in a small dark room by the original body to play all kinds of strange PLAYS."

"I thought she was killed."

"It is said that there is still a scene: the author once considered putting her in the position of the heroine."

"Let's make an alien?"

"Don't worry, it's the heroine, but it's actually just a consumable: the feelings in Warhammer's works are like that, and the author has considered Eveleni."

"Good fellow, don't you really think about the Regent's feelings?"

"Shh

Hector snorted.

"Killiman has nothing to complain about: the book has written three million words, and his appearance is less than 300,000 words, but it exerts a presence of more than 30 million words: it can only be said that it is worthy of being one of the author's favorite primitives, and it is also worthy of being the invisible protagonist of the entire Great Expedition."

"As a supporting role, the treatment of the people of Macullag is really enviable, don't you say?"

"Woohoo woop."

“……”

"What the is this? Why is there still a dog here? ”

"Have you forgotten? Oh? It's normal for you to forget: this is the original gift from Riemanrus to us. One came from a wolf cub on Fenris, but both the author and the reader quickly forgot about it. ”

"So: it's not going to play."

"If you're willing to give up your playing time to Riemannus's dog, then the author doesn't mind letting him play a few times, or rather, you can give Magnus his playing time."

“……”

"Forget it: since it's a dog raised by Riemanus, it shouldn't be as important as Magnus."

"So the point is Riemanrus?"

“……”

"I'll tell you, Hecht: Actually, there are many times when I want to take a dog to the location of our genetic protogen, even if it bites the emperor's hand and makes the emperor suffer from rabies, it will not be more harmful than Magnus's actions."

“……”

"But then again, there's too much to forget, right?"

"Warhammer text, eating books is the norm that you have to taste."

"A lot of the characters are out for a while, and after a while, they disappear because of weird reasons: for example, Erda, Cayan, Dantiok, Acudona, and Sejanus."

"The fandom is not exempt from vulgarity at this point: you say yes, commander."

"Meow~"

“……”

"Should I be glad I remember this cat now?"

"Then you have a good memory: come here, Ahriman, and I'll introduce you to the others."

Hector pointed to the neatly arranged benches next to him, filled with all sorts of figures.

"We have Kellyfane, the mortal best friend of the original body, the sister of Perturabo; This is Kasia, the chief navigator aboard the Goddess of Dawn, another of the original best friends; Over there was Erwin, the leader of the mortal armies of the Far Eastern Frontier; And next to him is Luther, the darling of the previous version, the passerby of this version, the unlucky guy who quit the main story with Johnson; The one over there who was creating, with black circles in front of him, was standing next to Zahariel, and through their backs was Vashtor, which brought with it the vital subspace triad and the Discord Engine, and that was because of the terrible plot propulsion of a certain British company, and the author didn't dare to make too much of it in this regard. ”

"Well, look over there, and the portraits of the primordials hanging on the wall: Motarian's avatar is the first one, and he and the Chagatai Khan are both passerby characters who only appeared a long time ago, and maybe there will be some plot about them later; Dorne's avatar is next to Motarion, and he is an important character who will surely shine in the future, after all, the author was heavily circled by Dorn in the Siege of Terra series. ”

"[Sadistic: I Am Rogdorn]"

"Go over there, it's the wedding photos of Vogrim and Ferrus, when these two guys were first described, it was a great test of the author's pen power, resulting in the author having a kind of PTSD for this very pure emotion, and next to them is Luo Jia, he will soon have a big plot, but his own attitude towards this plot is ......"

"It's hard to say."

"Johnson, Conrad and Killiman, I won't talk about it, they don't deserve to be here, Riemannus, Horus and St. Giles have just played in the Terra phase, although they haven't played very well, Vulcan has been out of line for a long time, but it doesn't matter, who cares about Vulcan and Salamander?"

"As for Peturabo: Peturabo is here now."

"That's all the originals."

“……”

Ahriman nodded, but he quickly frowned again.

"That's not right."

"Where's Magnus?"

"What about Magnus, the father of my genes?"

Ahriman looked at Hector and looked around the room carefully: he saw Perturab concentrating on the grill in front of him, the fire was so loud that Aliman couldn't see what he was baking, and Abaddon was trying to stuff his body into the new Terminator armor, and the others had their own business, but he didn't see the huge red figure.

"Where's Magnus!"

"He's a supporting actor who hasn't played in a long time, and the last time he appeared was in Prospero, when Morgan had just been reunited with the Legion of the Dawnbreakers: Magnus hadn't played much since then."

"Hmmm......"

Hector thought for a moment.

"I think it may be because Magnus's presence is high enough: after all, in the words of those main characters, Magnus's presence is second only to Killiman's, and if Killiman's presence is at the level of 30 million words, then Magnus is at least at the level of 10 million words."

"You are talking nonsense, Hecter: this is obviously an unwarranted slander against Magnus and the entire army of a thousand sons! We didn't do a single thing wrong! We have only been stigmatized by you outsiders in our quest for the truth! ”

“……”

"Right: like this."

Hector smiled.

"And, Ahriman: Who told you Magnus wasn't here?"

“……”

"What do you mean?"

"Remember, at the beginning of this article, that Peturabo is the only gasping genogen in this room."

“……”

"Look at what Perturabo is doing now: he's fiddling with his grill."

"Look at what the hell is on Peturabo's grill: does it sound familiar?"

“……”

“……”

"Daddy!!"

(End of chapter)