Warhammer: Start with a dog

Chapter 513 This is also an aspect of the end of the Dharma -

Most of the shops around the Court of the Dead have now been relocated to further locations, and many new shops and even residences have been squeezed into the extra space created by the expansion of the circumference and the expansion of the lower floor - no one dared to do this when adding a dome. For no one thinks he can dwell in a higher abode than the Torch of Sanctuary.

Instead, parts of the dome were respectfully dismantled and expensive armored glass and void shield generators reinstalled to allow the star's light to shine into the square - and more importantly, to allow the colorful billboard cauldron to shine through. The light of the torch can shine farther away - after experiencing its power personally or indirectly, the people and officials agreed that in this way, the passing ships themselves would be blessed by one or two points of the light of the torch, and then In addition, the crew members also have pilgrimage experience, isn't it double insurance?

Therefore, the route that can sail through this opened skylight will always be in short supply. Although Lamizane doubts whether the orbit hundreds of kilometers away can receive light, it is obvious that there will always be a straight line passing through this in an orderly manner. The ship fees for this channel have greatly increased the income of Roaming Port.

Major General Sangse and Law Enforcement Officer Duolin were worried and happy about this, but the former was only worried about how to keep his position here and save enough money to retire in the Garden World, while the latter's doubts were mostly ignored by the reliable " "Security guards" gave up. It is said that because there is too much order here now, this very responsible law enforcement officer is considering applying to lead the team to places where he is needed more to ensure that the law is enforced.

Now, the size of the entire roaming port has increased by more than 50% compared to when they first came. The lack of more expansion is because the redundancy of the reactor is completely insufficient.

However, the new void steel structure is being supervised by the architects of the Adeptus Mechanicus and the "security guards" of the Carosini Dynasty who are working feverishly. They are preparing to re-strengthen the central tower of the Wandering Port and install more reactors. , engines and certain devices that only the Carosini dynasty can provide - this is one of the reasons why the members of the Mechanicus in Wanderport work so hard.

Sitting by the window of the "Delicious and Nutritious" restaurant, which has become more open and bright due to the large-scale construction projects, Perturabo BC looked at the exquisite clock in his hand in the human form transformed by technological magic.

This miniature advanced version of a certain famous clock still looks golden and yellow.

It's just that there seems to be a faint trace of blood in one corner, and all the hands on the ivory white dial are stagnant - but not completely stagnant. The tip of the second hand is tremblingly trying to move forward, but there is always something. It's as if its invisible, colorless, and phaseless internal gears are stuck, making it extremely difficult to move every second.

Perturabo BC thought, and then asked a question to the other side.

"if……"

"Huh?" Lamizane didn't even raise his head, and gave the other party a syllable of question in a nasal voice.

"I mean, if you were asked to choose a time to perform a day-for-day operation, what time would you choose?"

"That's a lot...for example, the time before the twenty original bodies were thrown out is very suitable, although the time alone is useless, right? The results will be different depending on the landing point, and even if you are lucky enough to fall into the palace, it is estimated that The follow-up is also very, very testing. Maybe it will be a grind until death... Otherwise, it would be good to do it later, before the burning of Prospero occurs, but in that case, you have to weigh whether you can It’s hard to say whether you can defeat the Great Demon of Tzeentch and whether you can meet Russ and let Russ listen to you. You might be loyal and have your arms cut behind your back and be sent to a prison..."

Although he muttered, it seemed that the Chapter Leader and the Archon, who were still immersed in reading, had really considered such an issue seriously, which made the black and white stuffed dog's flesh pads unknowingly ooze. Sweated a little.

He looked at the clock again. This time the hands of the clock did not change, but had the face of the little angel carved on the clock just turned into a bird's head and winked and smiled at him?

Perturabo frowned and put one paw on that abominable face. When his claws left there, the little angel's face returned to its original appearance, just chubby. There is an extra dog paw print on his face.

"What if I could only choose once."

"Then I must choose the time we are in now, which is the last year of the 41st millennium."

"Why? You came here earlier than now, right? It doesn't look like the situation is bad."

"That's true... But who would have thought that after a good sleep, you would actually end up in this (beep--) place? So my first reaction was to do that. If you hadn't been here... But look."

Perturabo stretched out a finger from his body - there were still some tiny modified metal lines left on it, embedded in his skin, like traces of inconspicuous light.

"Look, this is a record from the Ecclesiastical Collection, a communication record written by an Astropath, and this Astartes diary... By the way, do the Astartes actually write diaries? This is the Imperial Navy 's logbook, oh, and also, this one is very interesting, an inquisitor's work notes... I have been reading it for a while, it is very interesting..."

"Would you find it interesting to read the accounts of ordinary people like this?"

"Of course! You have to know that if you can corroborate some history from some records, it is like digging out mud-covered clods from the soil. You won't know what you have dug up until you complete the clues... Books It's so fascinating when the administrator sorts the rare ancient books that have just arrived... They confirm one thing with each other, that is, although it seems to me to be just a rounded statement, it actually falls in this galaxy. , the universe itself made up for the unreasonable points that were skipped in the middle... Therefore, the various events during this period are indeed more than a hundred and almost two hundred years apart. No one can tell the sequence of all major events. , of course it is more worry-free to change the situation at this time!”

He also added, "Anyway, if we can't do it, your desk clock can still be used... although its placement and mode of action are a bit too exciting. It's best not to let me experience this kind of thing again... But Has it been quiet for a long time recently?"

"Well... this is normal. You also said that this year is not peaceful and troubled, so its launch requires more stringent review."

"Oh." The person who got the answer did not delve into it and continued to read the Inquisitor's work notes.

Are you worried...? Perturabo took a deep look at Lamizane, who was flipping through the books brought from the Iron-blooded library with great interest, and then turned to glance at all the Astartes working in the store.

Wherever his majestic (?) gaze reached, everyone shrank and began to suddenly focus all their attention on the work at hand, for fear that——

"Geratos!"

The brother Black Templar Priest who was called had a desperate expression, while the others breathed a sigh of relief and looked at him with gratitude and pity.

The champion priest, who had quarreled with other scholars and was said to have used his priest's scepter to fight with state religion agents and fanatical believer assassins after leaving the church, now looked as if he was ready to die.

Geratos, who was wearing a white shirt, a black waiter's vest and trousers, and a white barista apron when working, put the tray back and walked up to the Archon(?) who was called.

"Your Excellency," he said reluctantly, controlling his facial expression. Who allowed the father of genes to have his holy body and consciousness clearly controlled by the Lord of Steel in front of him? Geratos! I have to endure humiliation and practice hard today, for the sake of Dorn! For the Generalissimo! ——As for preaching? That's work. Work is work and fighting is fighting. This was a secret tip from Pastor Li Kaiwen to him to continue living a normal life here, and Pastor Geratos deeply believed in this.

"An Eldar ark will pass through the nearby Webway Gate today."

The priest was refreshed and looked at the Lord of Steel in disbelief, his eyes shining brightly. What? It’s not looking for lost cats and dogs, nor is it arresting drunken gangsters one by one and sending them to the detention center to sober up (this is a newly established institution by the security guards of the dynasty), nor is it trivial matters such as escorting the space school ship?

Eldar Ark! He knew this kind of structure, which was a kind of large ship inhabited by those hateful pointy-eared aliens. These ships were very large and capable of self-sustaining, but because their voyages were often elusive, even the Black Templar, which was famous for its expedition fleet, There are not many opportunities to track and attack them closely. Could it be that...

The Emperor's Champion Priest of the Black Templar's face suddenly glowed red.

Yes, for some reason he also received divine blessings as a priest. In his dream, he saw the Holy One on earth and the Father in heaven. Perhaps this was the divine blessing brought to them by being so close to the Primarch. (Although according to the subsequent investigation by a deeply puzzled black and white dog tyrant, it was found that the most likely reason was that a certain librarian who was reading voraciously did not understand the specific division of responsibilities within the Black Temple, which led to the collective blessing incident. , but he quickly deleted the file.)

"——We are going to send a team to contact the other party. You take the lead and go back to prepare. If you don't understand, you can ask Magna or Whiteris."

Geratos was struck by lightning.

But the last name he heard made him feel ecstatic again——

——The Black Templars have suspected the identity of Whiterace for a long time! After all, there are some details of movements and sword-holding habits that are difficult to avoid being noticed, but he has never been allowed to have personal contact with him. This time...

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It is inevitable and cannot be stopped or postponed. At the end of the 41st Millennium, the galaxy is once again in an unprecedented crisis.

At this moment of darkness, this is the crisis of survival for billions of living beings. Even alien or heretical prophets, sorcerers, and diviners can draw such omens. The stars of death hang equally high in the majority of the world. On the person's head.

In the Dharma-ending world, it is nothing more than this.

——Hong Suo stood in the command center, looking at the scene in front of him expressionlessly and thinking to himself.

Right in front of him, the glorious Lord of the Thirteen Legions thousands of years ago, the thirteenth son of the Emperor of Mankind, the Primarch of the Ultramarines and most Astartes in the galaxy, the noble commander and the wise Archon, The co-owner of the 500-star sector of Ultramar, His Highness Robert Guilliman, who has returned from the dead, is driving a Star Fortress Indomitable that is larger than dozens of battleships combined...

Go on a cosmic dash.

Considering who is actually inside the Indomitable's reactor core, they could also say that the Primarch of the Ultramarines is racing on the Word Bearers Dark Apostle. This matter was also recorded in ancient times... right?

This is also one aspect of the end of the Dharma world!

"I'm beginning to understand Khan." When the Primarch said this, he was sitting on the mechanical throne, using his brain calculations to perform energy distribution and fine-tuning of the ship's flight attitude that mortals could not see clearly. His son Hestian, the rest, assisted.

But I think that Lord Khan may not be driving using harmonics, dynamic data and calculation simulators like you...

Although he thought so in his heart, he would not say it out loud.

"Carrying out multi-faceted debugging and high-speed obstacle avoidance activities in the star sea is really helpful in getting me into a coordinated state faster... and..." Guilliman thought about it for a while, "It's very relaxing and makes people happy." I feel full of motivation to embark on the journey again.”

"Indeed, sir." The Potion Master replied with a smile, "How lucky we are that we have so much time to practice before entering the red pirate's defense range."

"You can't blame me." After getting along with each other for this period of time, the blond original body has already become familiar with the Iron Warrior in the real dream - is he a little tall? ——We have become very familiar with each other, and there are not so many conversations that conceal the nature of the conversation. He laughed, "While you said we have a built-in navigational brain - hopefully you'll be able to release the poor guy from his tank sometime - I'd also like to try a short jump here to get us there faster. The destination, but every time I want to do this, the reactor will jump out of the offline warning. There is no way. Without the start of the subspace engine, we cannot jump into the subspace alone, maybe. Your father can do it, so can my brother Vulkan, and Ferus even more -"

He stopped talking, and the pain of remembering "reality" tangled in his brows. Guilliman paused and changed the topic in a tone that was slightly relaxed but not frivolous.

"However, our contact distance from the 'overlap line' of the maelstrom is not that far away. According to my calculations using existing data and Hestian's, we will arrive at the contact coordinates you provided in about four hours. Entering the overlapping area of ​​subspace and physical space.”

"That's really good news, sir." The Potion Master said with a deep look, "Then we may encounter patrols or others at any time. Should you turn it on in advance... to get used to it?"

Robert Guilliman nodded slightly, "Indeed, I need to adjust my rhythm and habits to be... rougher? More unruly? Or? What kind of behaviors and mantras are popular among pirates now? For example, all the adjectives say Double or say 'yo ho ho' when you smile?"

"...That's not the case, my lord." Hongsuo finally showed an elusive smile, and at the same time took out a manual from his pocket, "This is the disguise I have prepared for you, so you'd better read it in advance. This manual."

"Manuscript?" The Thirteenth Primarch activated the Ironblood's specialty phantom camouflage and shrank his body to the size of an ordinary Astartes and took the manual from his hand. "This identity...?"

He glanced at Hong Suo who kept smiling in confusion, and then began to adjust the details and features of his appearance one by one according to what was written above.