Fist of the North Dog and Hungry Guilliman

Chapter 439: Fist of the North Dog and Hungry Guilliman.

Meanwhile, while Hogg was putting Karama through her paces, a squad of golden-armored Dog-man Custodians arrived at the Underground Research Institute.

As the people closest to the God-Emperor in the Imperium, the Adeptus Custodes had always been known as the last line of defense, Holy Terra's final safeguard.

For that reason, both the Custodes' Achilles armor and the cost of producing each one far exceeded those of ordinary Space Marines. In the Emperor's eyes, they were the most perfect examples of humanity.

Though they had never fought in the Webway War, after the Horus Heresy the Primarchs gradually faded from the Imperium's sight, and the Space Marine Legions, already exhausted in body and mind, had little love left for those golden corn cobs they'd never liked in the first place.

On top of that, during the High Lords' reign, Terra had been subjected to repeated bouts of de-urbanization. Whether it was their own people or Chaos Xenos, everyone seemed to enjoy bouncing around this little planet in the Solar System. As a result, the Adeptus Custodes' numbers began to dwindle.

But there was always a way forward. At the suggestion of Kitten, Captain-General of the Adeptus Custodes, General Vaul decided to reform the order. He chose to recruit a batch of reliable, loyal people as reserve troops.

This was right around the time the Emperor awoke. With no time to spare, Vaul had no choice but to hand the task to his adjutant, who then passed it down to his own subordinate, the chief commander.

After being subcontracted down through layer after layer, the recruitment mission eventually landed in the hands of a Custodian named Suri.

And I'm sure you can guess who Suri was.

None of the Primarchs had