War, in the distant dark future, is only war.

I don't know which guy was the first to think of this sentence, but here it really is true.

Perturabo thought to himself.

He was calmly walking through the unusually intricate and tortuous stone and metal corridors of the Fortress of Pain Sardtenhold with his flesh pads and paws (cut), and the original was so familiar with his once favorite offspring that he had only tried a few forks in the road before he knew how to choose the right path here.

Just before Dantiok was talking to his visitors, Peturabo, who seemed to be napping in the terrasteel kennel, had already heard their conversation word for word, and had a rough judgment of the time he was in—of course, when Dantiok then hurried away with Taraschi, he wouldn't have guessed that the shaggy black and white dog that gave him warmth, calm, and closeness was very cute and kept tilting his head to stare at his own departure, not because he was reluctant to leave— Perturabo's current four-legged (fingerless) form did make it a bit of a struggle for him to slip out of the room after Dantiok left.

I bet neither Rogdorn nor Ferus Manus would have been able to do it if they turned into dogs! He thought proudly, his beautiful snow-white mane fluttering across his chest, oh, Magnus doesn't count, *that class* psionic player is foul!

Even though Dantioc had violated one of the taboos that Perturabo once cared about the most, for the black and white dog who had experienced too many different moments here, he would only feel incredible in his heart now, * he was definitely not that screwed! * And, once again, curse the old skeleton of the riddler and the self-righteous woman. What a catastrophic combination of trying to make the gospel.

Wandering thoughts converged as he advanced, and Perturabo trotted in pairs along the wall, his claws making a slight clatter on the ground.

From the conversation he had just overheard between the two heirs, he knew exactly where he was going, but he had wasted too much time trying to sneak out of the room, and it was fortunate that Dantiok's unusual age had slowed him down, otherwise it would have been a bit of a hurry to get to the chapel where they were going to meet in time for the endurance of an ordinary puppy.

One thing that is very unusual is that, although the Iron Warriors here are only a handful of remnants, the chapel they have built is undoubtedly full of pride in themselves, for the Empire, for the Fourth Legion, and for the Father of Genes, and Perturabo notes that the size of the space far outweighs their actual needs, that is, the chapel is undoubtedly a silent gift to someone of their dreams.

The long aisle is lined with sculptures made of local rock, and the cut and flat rock walls leading to the chapel are covered with thick layers of finely carved steel, and the reliefs are the result of the ingenuity and skill of the great warriors, along with the exquisite ornaments in the aisle, which express their faith in man, emperor, father, and war at the same time.

The result is a marvelous relief that will amaze visitors: the Human Emperor gazing proudly at his fourth son in the direction of the rising sun, while the Father of the Iron Warrior's genes looks back at his creator on the other side.

The chapel was deserted, even in the presence of visitors, the Legion culture of the Iron Warriors did not encourage them to decorate themselves and their halls with honors and medals, and the Iron Warriors who survived the Herud War lacked enough manpower to support the atmosphere of the Chapel.

Out of the corner of the dog's eye, he swept over the patterns and walls, and a thought came to him like a dragonfly: it was true that his legions were too lacking in this regard compared to certain locations, and that they should at least use some flags and walls of honor...... But what Perturabo needed to do right now was more important, and he immediately put it behind him.

As Perturabo hurried through the rectangular space of war, art, memories and dreams that had been carved into the rock, he heard the sound of coughing from inside the chapel, Dantiok's painful gasps and coughs, and the thud of his battle brother patting his chest with his iron armour.

The Border Collie shook his head, then slowed down and slipped into the largest hall of the place as if it were a harmless passer-by animal.

He saw Dantioc and Taraschi, and a mortal auxiliaries officer in the colonel's attire, and Reverend Jennif was inspecting the never-ending hammer beating and furnace roaring on the anvil altar, and then he stepped down to join them, the last person waiting for them here was a mortal priest, presumably from somewhere else, standing on the other side, dressed in a blue-gold hooded robe and vestment that was out of place with the others.

"Here they are." The dog's pricked up and sensitive ears easily caught the priest's whisper to Dantiok.

Then Perturabo saw the uninvited guests who came to visit on this special day.

Well, I saw the first fool who walked in with his head held high, Idris Clendel. The dog licked his mouth, well, looking at his appearance, this time it should be that he had just been appointed as the new war blacksmith of the 14th battalion.

Among the people who followed were a red-robed Mechist sage, a starmarine-looking man with a solemn expression and a special green power armor with eye-shaped markings on his breastplate and shoulder armor, well, look, this is the son of Horus from the Sixteenth Legion, what else? Oh, this new guy also got himself a bunch of honor guards in bells and whistles new power armor, and the dog started to sneer, this group of guards are all novices, they can only put on a show, vain fool!

With a strange arrogance, Klendel approached them, and as he began to step up the staircase where the altar was, he finally greeted them rather coldly.

"War Blacksmith." He said, "I have brought new news and new orders from the Legion and from our masters. ”

Then came the new orders given to Dyoc and the rest of the people about Perturabo, or more accurately, Horus, and the destruction of Olympia brought by the mortal priest, and finally inevitably a quarrel broke out—

"That's enough, if you can't hand over the command of this place and your army, then you and everyone here will be treated as traitors who betrayed the original body and the commander!"

It's stupid.

A farce.

Bian Mu, who had watched everything so far, calmly thought, "What did I think before?" Such an obvious exploitation and such an arrogant offspring......*

The dog sighed silently.

He saw Dantiok's steel mask, which had been melted into flesh and skull by himself, turn towards each of his companions.

Peturabo immediately understood and knew what Barabas Dantioc was going to do next.

He sprang out like a bolt of lightning, and jumped directly onto Dantiok's shoulder armor, interrupting what the old blacksmith was about to say.

"It's- what is it? An animal? The corners of Clendel's mouth twisted into a smile, "It seems that this cripple really doesn't do much to the Legion—"

"Shut up, you idiot. 】”

A voice, a voice full of majesty, like an irresistible thunderstorm cloud over the vast ocean, echoed beneath the dome of the Iron Sanctuary.

Dantiok, Dallaschi, and Jenif stood there as if struck by lightning, as did the invincible Clendel, his guards looking completely bewildered, and staring their guns blankly at the men of the Wounded Fortress, apparently all the Iron Warriors recognized the voice and would not be mistaken.

The red-robed sage of the Mechanic Cult and the son of Horus retreated, staring around the place alarmingly for anything that might be wrong.

"Intolerable arrogance and frivolity, Clendel. 】”

The arrogance of the newly appointed war blacksmith melted away visibly like snow poured with hot water.

"You...... You......?! ”

Wail?

Although the middle is an interlude, the pace is as fast as possible, and even fast-forward two major plots that were supposed to be written, but it still seems that it can't be finished?

Well, it seems that the Iron Fist will not fall today (schadenfreude)

Ah, by the way, I know someone will definitely ask, this interlude began to be written, so let's say:

1. It is not normal for Pepe to be able to speak in this time and space, and most of the time he still can't speak.

2. Lamizanne doesn't know that Pepe can do this.

3. Pepe still hasn't really spoken in the main story.

If you like the interlude, you can vote and leave a message [you]

In fact, there are a lot of things that can be seen from multiple angles, which is also the question that many people asked at the beginning, why not write about Pepe's mental activities, isn't it because there is an interlude angle-

It's really cool to write that the dog is alone with the good sons (

(End of chapter)