Warhammer: Start with a dog

Chapter 529: Hand-rubbed finely crafted holy armor is so useful-

Just at the other end of time and space, the battle that took place on Cadia, which eventually split the entire galaxy into two and swept all the turbulence of time and space to the corners of every timeline, was inevitably advancing towards the most cruel and heroic white-hot.

At the other end of time and space, at the edge of the intersection of light and darkness that can illuminate the galaxy, on the back of the Eye of Terror, in a remote star area that only adventurers and missionaries would consider going to, the third phase of the expansion project of Wandering Port has come to an end.

In just a few months, when all the people, officers and priests who were accustomed to the speed of the empire had to sincerely believe that this was a "miracle", this place, which was once called a "small nest" by the sailors and workers who made fun of the hardship, has begun to transform from a transit port port transformed from an old naval star fortress that was originally about the same size as the landing port to a place that can truly be called a "void nest".

Its rock foundation scale has become larger and tighter after capturing dozens of asteroids and riveting them in the second and third phases. Now, after a larger and more powerful new reactor core was buried in this artificially "filled" planet and successfully ignited (the Mechanicus here celebrated for three whole days. For the first time, people knew that the Mechanic priests would get drunk and fall on the roadside because of too much promethium wine. As for the supplier of this kind of wine, the "Delicious and Nutritious" restaurant announced that it was not responsible for this), it has a larger surface area and a new standard artificial gravity. People were surprised to find that the air layer here has become thicker, and fresh oxygen and other gases have joined the circulation. Even if the protective shield fails, the artificial atmosphere of the Wandering Port will not dissipate immediately.

Because of the new atmosphere, the color of the sky has changed. Now, under the combined effect of Rayleigh scattering and other factors, the Wandering Port has begun to have a soft and dim blue-purple sky like the one seen in the sky above Terra, instead of the original black, and sometimes there will even be very thin white clouds floating by.

In addition, in response to the problem of scarce fresh water resources, in addition to the fact that the Carosini Dynasty began to organize fleets to travel far to the outer space of the galaxy to catch more small comets containing water, the daily supply of sacred hot water is still sufficient, which keeps the people's hearts at a fairly acceptable level of fluctuation - after all, if a person's daily basic drinking water can be guaranteed to be available at any time, warm and clean, then there will be few people who will take risks for a mouthful of water.

And idle personnel? Gangsters? Villains? Oh, God Emperor, now the docks are full of predator-like "headhunters", how can there be half a half of idle labor force left out! The villains have their own "security guard" patrols that seem to have no sleep and endless energy every day to deal with. These proud and powerful Emperor Angels obey the Archons and are regarded as another strong proof of the ancient and powerful Kalosini Dynasty. Although every new tourist or person who comes to seek opportunities will be shocked by their majestic appearance, some pilgrims will even worship devoutly from the dock to the "Holy Torch".

But the inquisitors of different factions in the Inquisition will always use different people and methods to repeatedly question the legality and procedurality of this practice, especially what is the intention of so many Emperor Angels staying in such a marginal port? And every time, the Rogue Merchants will use a simple and crude method to refute the doubts of these inquisitors: the higher the official, the more powerful the person. - No matter how advanced the secret orders and codes of the Inquisition can be, they will always find a higher level. So, before they knew it, a large number of members of the Inquisition gathered here to try to find the flaws of the two mysterious twin archons, but according to unreliable rumors, many of them tried to sneak into restaurants and specialty stores and then disappeared without a trace, not even a distress signal or other words.

Oh, there are still some. It is said that a very powerful senior member of the Calixis Conclave managed to transfer a powerful Callidus assassin and use her ability to transform and stealth to sneak in to see what dark secrets are hidden here. This assassin is worthy of being the best of her temple. Before she lost contact, she still managed to send a fuzzy audio that made the Inquisitors rack their brains, "...black...no...white and gold...knight...serenity..."

In short, these are things that ordinary people and law-abiding good people don't have to worry about. Leave the masters' affairs to the masters themselves. People only know that there are good job opportunities everywhere here! It is not the kind of empty adventure that only the most desperate bankrupts, gamblers, ambitious adventurers and devout and fanatical missionaries would participate in before!

Instead, there will always be new stable local job opportunities discovered from the continuous decrees of the Carosini Dynasty that make people's lives comfortable and convenient.

Now this previously unknown dynasty of wandering merchants is undoubtedly the ruling dynasty in Wandering Port, and every newcomer will be shocked by everything they see and hear on the first day, but then most people will be fascinated by this place and start to consider local housing prices, living costs and other issues.

Even the heads of the most unruly and rebellious old merchant families in the Halo star cluster have now become vassals of the Kalosini Dynasty. As for whether these vassals made the decision after they attended the mysterious "holy feast" named "Yan Zhimen" in the "delicious and nutritious" restaurant, or were persuaded by the "Kalosini Dynasty Security Guard" team "on board" in the distant deep space, it is no longer important in people's discussion.

Now, people working in photosynthetic farms, hydroponic crop bases, schools, canteens, shipyards and construction camps are more concerned with the passionate sermons of reliable priests sent by the Emperor's Angels. For example, Reverend Lekewen's sermons on how to deal with disturbing family relationships and strange void images are very popular with people who are sensitive and want peace. Reverend Geratos's sermons are more passionate. He will be responsible for appearing more often in occasions where encouragement is needed, and start to lead the singing of beautiful and powerful short hymns loudly. The workers' labor will become more rhythmic and powerful-Reverend Geratos will really use his terrifyingly large scepter to drive away the lazy devil for people!

"Hey, have you heard? The Archon has ordered the construction of a new deep-space water-collecting ship! Anyone with children of the right age should quickly transfer them to learn to be technical sailors!" In the Blind Bar, the workers who had just finished their afternoon shift sitting at the bar pricked up their ears and looked at the person who was talking. This bar was originally located near the shuttle dock and was the favorite of merchants and wandering traders to temporarily recruit sailors. However, now it has a good vision and the boss who wants more stability has moved it to the new work flight dock. This has become the first choice for workers to pass by after get off work and wait for the shuttle flight to take them back to the asteroid village where they live. Many of the latest policy information also enters the ears of the workers who have just finished get off work for the first time here.

"Really?" An older worker stroked his beard. He had a prosthetic leg and looked like a retired soldier. "Is your information reliable?"

"Why not? This is information from the shipyard of the Machvon Dynasty!"

"Lahari Machvon's family? He is a reliable person, but his family has not been acquired by the Carlosini Dynasty, right? Didn't they say they were going to form a joint venture?"

"Yes, they formed a holding joint venture. It is said that the Archon La Carlosini offered a price that he could not refuse, and the technical advantages of Lord Pei Carlosini made old Lahari completely crazy. He took out all his belongings on the spot and joined them. Ma The Hevone family's shipyard was also upgraded and began to build ships for the Kalosini Dynasty. So this news is true, it was said by my second uncle's fourth niece and her cousin's wife. "

"Is this lady the secretary of old Lahari?"

"Oh, no, no, it's better than that. She is Lahari's housekeeper. She heard it when she served them coffee! So it's absolutely true! This is a big ship! It's also the fleet of the Kalosini Dynasty. It must be much better to stay on it than a small boat!"

"Is the deep space water-catching ship big?"

"Very big! It is said that it can also process comets, separate fresh water and freeze directly in the cabin..."

The workers' hopeful and enthusiastic discussions were dissipated by a breeze. The breeze blew playfully through the front door of "Delicious and Nutritious", through the arm of Togaton who was serving food in a white shirt, brushed the temples of Lucius who was smiling and "dealing with" difficult guests, and blew to the book that Ramizane had just opened and read the beginning by the window, but had not finished reading.

The hot steam of Reka coffee was floating in the sky, and the countless pages of the book with "Cred in Cadia: A Strategic Review (Unabridged Edition)" on the cover page were turning strangely.

If there was a Fiend of Change or a Tzeentch wizard here, they would make excited and joyful sounds and try to get it in their hands: on the pages of this book filled with words written in ink, countless words are constantly flashing, flowing, and changing, and countless threads of fate are trembling uncertainly. The text describing a battle may have described a retreating defeat the moment before, and the next moment it became an exciting miracle that people don’t know how it happened; or the description of a defensive commander being slaughtered alive by the invading Chaos Astartes in the sky turned into another description. Countless possibilities are surging with the glimmer of countless souls. Every drop of ink in this record is now restlessly trying to find a definite new position to turn itself into a definite word.

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At the same time, Iron...In the great library on the Destiny Steel.

Vitalie, who was filling out the borrowing record at the entrance of the recently opened library, noticed that a bookcase on the side wall of the library had disappeared. Now there was a door there, decorated with water lilies, water birds and various animal shapes. Above the desert pyramid in the center of the door, there was an exquisite scarab and sun pattern made of colorful azure gems and platinum, and below there was a star made of amethyst that seemed to be cracked.

"Was there a door there originally...?" He raised his arm and poked Maxim next to him, who looked over there, "That was the bookcase used by the original master of the caretaker here." The adjutant of the 10th Company, who was now the temporary commander in the absence of the company commander, walked over responsibly and cautiously, and reached out to try the door handle.

It was very strong and motionless, as if it was growing on the wall. He carefully twisted it again, but nothing happened.

"It looks locked, so whatever door it is, let's not open it." Maxim has become accustomed to not delving into anything on the Destiny Steel, which is much larger than it appears. There are still too few living people on a giant ship to maintain such a huge ship. How can there be time to study every detail? After all, they are very busy. They still have to maintain their daily training intensity, regularly clean out the green mushrooms, pink tentacles, purple bugs or other things that have grown out of the bottom warehouse. They also have to hold reading meetings regularly to learn various things according to the requirements recently sent back. Knowledge, learning to write administrative documents and reports, and designing more styles of movable high-structure fortifications can definitely be used in the next canteen——

"Let's go after borrowing the books. Don't let this place be closed in the future. Our chapel now has no pastor to preside over it. I don't want to hear them argue with each other about how shoddy the other's carvings and paint coatings are."

Vitalier nodded, and then the two battle monks of the 10th Company wearing silver armor hurriedly left with the books that the entire company would read tonight, not forgetting to close the door of the library.

After nine seconds, the door handle turned nine times, and finally the scarab walked along the sun disk nine times.

Silently, the door was opened from the inside, and a trace of subspace energy leaked in, turning into flying insects. Just as they were about to escape, they were caught, crushed, and annihilated by an invisible hand.

A tall figure hidden under a hood and cloak hurriedly walked out of the door, and then closed the door firmly. The psychic fog shrouded him, making him look like a planet covered by thick clouds. The mysterious visitor seemed to be very familiar with this place. He turned his head slightly and looked at the bookshelf, then chose a direction and walked into the warm light. Under the illumination, layers of spiral shadows are cast deep inside the bookshelves.

After a while, he came out again muttering. "This record has not been proofread by Lamizane yet... Well, I thought I could read it before arriving... Then I can only wait for the next opportunity to come..."

The mysterious visitor left through the door he came through.

The platinum scarab pushed the sun down nine times along the sun wheel, and turned the handle back nine times. Finally, after nine seconds, the ornate door disappeared, and a bookshelf made of brass and wood appeared in place, with categories on the side. The catalog label indicates that it belongs to one of the rows in the "Solar Sector" row.

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While roaming the port, Consul La Carosini and his inseparable brother finished their routine walk and returned to the table. He picked up the book, "Although this book is a battle record compiled after the event, it was unexpectedly well written. It’s quite interesting. Alas, I remember that many people couldn’t leave in the end and stayed on the cracked Cadia and sank with her.”

The black-and-white stuffed tyrant sat opposite him, his eyes flashing, "What, you want them to leave?"

"Ah, although I know that such a war will inevitably involve helpless and helpless sacrifices, as well as unnecessary deaths that make people's blood pressure high, I still hope to see these brave people try their best to see what happens next. It would be nice to have more evacuation records.”

He shrugged, "After all, in this kind of war, heroes often die faster than despicable people. I still hope there are more decent people here. Don't you?"

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At the other end of time and space, Honso, who was standing next to Robert Guilliman and was constantly building up the Black Templars, watched as the several lines of information that kept flickering on the medical goggles finally stopped changing and became fixed.

He smiled a genuine, imperceptible smile.