Warhammer: Start with a dog

Contrary to the fact that Wandering Harbor seemed relaxed every day, everyone was maintaining a strange and relaxed atmosphere.

The body of the Fourth Primarch, the contemporary head of the Carosini dynasty, is still working hard on his Millennium Plan with a painful expression on his face today.

"Why... don't fight so hard, I...! Damn sense of responsibility...!"

On the other side, the black-and-white demon tyrant squatted thoughtfully on his desk, looking at the beautiful antique bell timer decorated with gold, silver and bone in front of him, then frowned his furry brows and raised his head. He raised his paw and pushed this great invention disguised as a clock.

This miniature Saint-Quistal clock was shaken by the dog's paws and made a clicking sound, but it still moved its hands steadily and peacefully. It looked like a clock that worked normally but was ordinary except for its beauty. Strange clock model.

"Tsk..."

It stands to reason that now that the "stability" provided by a certain stone and the power of Lamizane have increased significantly, this genius' time positioning prop should be more effective, but Perturabo BC found a way he can use it. This is a problem that has never been encountered in the universe and was not expected.

——For example, if a space-time jump positioning stabilizer is too "stable", its working condition will be too "stable" - that is, it will become unable to actively disturb the water of time and space and send people where they want to go. Got it!

This lack of change is unprecedented!

The dog thought angrily, and the being behind the curtain increased his blessings with approval. At the same time, Perturabo began to remotely activate his private laboratory to prepare for debugging this mini clock.

How ridiculous! This clock is now unable to cause enough disturbance because all the laws here are too stable! But it doesn't matter... I am Perturabo, the person who knows the most about technological creation in the galaxy! Just do this... and do that... and then activate the life-support module... run with the part connected to the Thinker...

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The first part of the plan, which was produced after Mr. Lamizane Carosini worked hard and spent countless cups of Reca coffee, mainly summarizes the current list of strengths and related planning content they have at hand. Finally, they are gratified. It’s out.

"Oh my god! I can't believe I've already done the first part!" moaned someone who finally happily slumped into the office chair adjusted to a comfortable tilt angle to enjoy the massage.

"Very good, look, can't it be done? Now let's see together."

After browsing first, they now have a forge world (under restoration, good news, there is a mechanical ark, which can make ship weapon arrays, bad news, they can't build ships at the moment), a small titan army (also under repair), an agriculture The world (the good news is that it can produce salmon, tuna and shrimp, the bad news can only produce the seafood on the gout menu), a world with inhabitants (the good news is that the climate is good and the population is of high quality, the bad news is that all its human and There are only a little over 10 million demi-humans in total, so the number of auxiliary troops must be very high, let alone the selection of Astartes).

In terms of ships, there is only one Glory Queen-class Iron Blood, one strike cruiser Necessary Retribution (this ship is now blatantly counted as theirs), and adding up all the little things, it is only a mere After a thousand Astartes and Dauntless——

Afterwards, both the body and soul of the Fourth Primarch sighed simultaneously.

"Oh my gosh, we are so weak... Oh, but at least we finally have a full battle group! This is very gratifying! We finally have a full battle group!!!"

"Hell, we have too many broken rocks here!"

"...Uh, did you just notice it now? You're not using him..."

"It's one thing for me to order Hong Suo to use the seeds extracted by that guy to transform and train the soldiers of my army. It's another thing for these unsightly guys to come here on their own!"

"...Let me put it bluntly, if we don't get our Potion Master and his apprentice back, the combined numbers of the Imperial Fists and the Black Templars here will be almost ten to one compared to the Iron Warriors... How can I feel more..." Hell? Also, a full attack is only enough for one battle group. Vehicles and aircraft can help your inventory... (The dog snorted)"

Lamizane calculated for a long time, "Isn't this just a drop in the bucket... It's too weak, not to mention the size of the empire. If you fight with a famous person in the chaos, it will feel like losing one and it will be heartbreaking... …It feels like it’s very difficult to even hit titanium!”

"...You...Why do you think so?!" Perturabo's ears stood up and he swung his tail back and forth angrily, "Can you think of something that is beneficial to our...morale and other aspects?! Don't Thinking so realistically? Can’t you think for us like those island country writers who don’t understand mathematics and logic?”

the dog yelled simultaneously over the electronic loudspeaker and telepathic communication.

"If you think about everything so realistically, we will be able to expand our trade scope from this sub-sector... uh, in a matter of months and years?!"

"But there's nothing I can do! You said you want me to give you new concepts, so first I have to have an idea, and my ideas have to be used normally, right? No good person has such outrageous ideas as those outrageous things!"

"Wouldn't this turn our advantage into a disadvantage?!" the dog shouted, "You can't use normal people's thinking to deal with unreasonable things in this unreasonable universe! Forget about the Tyranids! What are you going to do when you encounter those green-skinned beasts?! What about the state religion?! What about the various orders of the Inquisition?! And those psykers and psykers, these things and people are all unreasonable!"

"I know what you mean... but if you ask me to abandon the underlying thinking logic that I have always been accustomed to using and think about those wild ideas, it is impossible. I am not used to it, and my own concepts for many things here are based on this underlying logic. You want me to suddenly subvert it completely. It is neither feasible nor possible, Pepe baby."

"Humph." Perturabo snorted, "To be honest, although this is a very annoying side effect, I also like this point of you."

"By the way." Ramizann drank a sip of Reka coffee and suddenly remembered something before talking about the next thing. "The message that Magna sent to the entire galaxy due to a misoperation... How come no one seems to have heard it? Although the Black Templars said they would come here because they heard this message... but there is nothing else?"

"Shut up! What do you want if nothing strange suddenly appears? Don't let your imagination run wild and disrupt your plans."

"Oh... let's take a look at the next one..."