Warhammer: Start with a dog

Obscurity

Calixis sector

roaming port

"It feels more crowded than the last time I was here. Look at the unbearable smells. Where's my lane? Caruso."

One of the most famous Rogue Traders in the Kronos Expansion, Lady Elspeth Gorda, Lord Colonel of the Gorda Dynasty, stepped off her flagship "Ruthless Flame" and walked along The outer passage of the port reaches the interior of the roaming port.

Her servants and officers surrounded her, driving away anything or anyone who dared to approach her. Two servants in gorgeous clothes and neatly combed hair followed suit, hunched over. Carrying for the lord colonel her skirt composed of layers of expensive lace, silk, and rare metal armor and amulets engraved with protective spells.

"That's it, my respected mistress." The guardian left here by the Gurda Dynasty is leading the way for them. As a person who can manage his power, fame and wealth to the same amazing level in this border area As a lady, Lady Elspeth does not have to stay in public hotels. She owns several gorgeous residences or manors near the central fortress of Wandering Port and in the asteroid belt of this system.

"Your special passage...I'm sorry, mistress, I have tried my best, but there are so many big people coming here recently that the best I can do is to keep our residence here..."

"Big shot? Many?" A flash of displeasure flashed in the cold and ruthless gray eyes of the Lord Colonel, "Is there any new discovery that I don't know about in this place that is only a little big? Caruso, given that I am The second time I just came back from outside Jikou and I went straight here to rest. You'd better explain the matter concisely and clearly, because I am really not in a good mood right now and I really want to send you to a parade for whipping. "

"My dear mistress," the poor guy began to visibly tremble at the threat of parade flogging, "yes! The Chamber of Commerce, the many dynasties, the Inquisition, the Ecclesiarchy, the great men and commissioners of the Imperial Navy, and even the difficult Believing Emperor's Miracle Angels...you'll see why soon!"

"There?" The female lord's armored high-heeled boots clanged on the floor of the Void Nest, and the arc of the electric whip lit up in her hand, "Isn't that direction the Court of the Dead where the faces of the losers are displayed? What else could there be-"

The sight of the crowds of people but strangely arranged in a line like a coiled snake made her stop her words immediately.

"That turned out to be..." The hostess of the Gurda Dynasty narrowed her eyes, "Oh? It just happened..."

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at the same time

Calixis sector

Makanyi Machis sub-sector

Carrick system

Over Carrick

Iron Blood

The entire ship is now silent. The comfortable airflow in the air conditioner simulates the evening breeze with the smell of grass and fallen leaves. The artificial lumen light is switching between the "cloudy moonlight night" mode.

Because the Iron-Blooded is now in an auto-cruising orbit around the star, except for Captain Baht Walter who is always on duty on the bridge and his bridge duty officers, the internal patrol team and the temporary replacement of the original In addition to the main computing core of the super wetware that calculates and checks massive amounts of surveying and mapping data - well - it is actually Perturabo's body - most of the members who are not on duty have already entered into charging, maintenance, meditation or During the rest procedure.

Perturabo BC sat proudly on a suspended platform deep in the center of the mysterious treasure trove that existed in no reality or warp dimension at the heart of the Ironblood.

The blue and white lights illuminate the silver, black, and gold-based labyrinth treasure laboratory of the Iron Lord as bright as day.

On the black-and-white lace shepherd's cold-looking dog face, a pair of bright brown almond-shaped eyes were staring closely at the body of the Primarch, which was entangled and held up by heavy cables and pipes in the huge life support cabin, sleeping in the center.

He didn't let go of every tiny twitch of the fingertips on this body or any detailed change on its face.

Over and over again, he took the trouble to manually adjust Magnar Dorn's program time to "start". For every internal turn and change, Perturabo would carefully observe Rogal Dorn's sleeping body in artificial amniotic fluid. Will there be any flaws in his stone-like face?

Of course, so far, he's found nothing.

Angron and Kadu'er both asked through external communication, and not surprisingly, the black and white plush tyrant answered in a perfunctory but still perfunctory manner.

However, there is a personal issue that Perturabo BC cannot avoid no matter what.

"...I said, Peppa Pig, when will this end?"

Lamizane sat helplessly on a chair dragged aside. Thick biological cable interfaces and trunks extended from the many interfaces on both sides of his skull to a series of additional link ends on the spine of his back. These cables In addition to the power line, the other end is connected to the interface of the life support cabin where Rogal Dorn is sleeping, and the unique biological wetware in the universe inside is actually performing super real-time calculations that share some resources. .

He looked at the holographic projection automatic terrain sand table that was temporarily dragged over next to the maintenance cabin. It showed the precise terrain map of the Wall of Satnain and the dynamic markings of the military situation. The projection models of characters and vehicle chess pieces of various sizes were dyed with colors according to their respective affiliations, vividly showing their respective forces and the degree of the battle situation in their respective positions on the sand table.

"It's almost two hours," he said. "Although I don't know what you're doing, thank you. I've personally experienced what it's like to be on the Iron Blood without a cute machine soul that can walk around and talk to the human machine. - When can you end this temporary test and release little Magna?"

"You're just bored because you have to sit here and debug." The border collie glanced at someone and said, "And I think it's fun to watch others pass the level, but he hasn't been able to advance too much known progress, so you used the link to secretly put in your impression of Sigismund to try to help him cheat, right? That thing with five-colored clouds and golden armor, fortunately I modified the parameters in time to let him It looks at least a little bit more decent. "

"Hey! You found it! Ahem! Uh-huh! But Sigismund who can use the frisbee also--No, I mean, if you really think that Magna's recent data is not stable enough and needs debugging, why do you connect to Rog Dorn to set up such a specific scene to run the test code? "

"Oh." The dog said vaguely, "After all, you know, Magna is written based on this stone as a certain foundation and template, so it is normal to connect to his main body to call up historical data to set up the scene during debugging. "

"That makes sense, okay, then I plan to sleep for a while, will it affect your debugging? "

"No. You go to sleep quickly. "The shepherd dog couldn't wait to shake his tail.

After the iron rings brought the bed, quilt, pillow, eye mask and pajamas, someone lay down comfortably and handed over his brain to continue to use as a super processor.

The dog secretly breathed a sigh of relief and turned his eyes to the seventh primarch who was still like a statue sealed in a blue crystal.

Rogal Dorn's face looked as calm as ever.

"Maybe I was really wrong?" Perturabo BC frowned his furry brows, "Well, for the last time..."