Warhammer: Start with a dog

Chapter 476 He woke up-

Calixis sector

roaming port

The people who were waiting in an orderly manner in the Court of the Dead became commotion: in the colorful lights of the light pollution advertising lightboard that was now shining day and night, suddenly the blue-purple part became very obvious as the gas leaked in the lamp tube. The flickering pulse was crowding out several other colors and eroding the areas of light of other colors. Fortunately, the restaurant soon sent a team of maintenance personnel who looked very reliable towards the neon lights.

They are all strong and powerful, wearing heavy ceramite armor, holding a variety of equally heavy and reliable repair tools, and carrying jetpacks that emit blue flame tails on their backs.

After a roar, jetpack jets, clanking knocks, and beautiful fireworks-like displays of various colorful chainsaw cuts, thunder hammer strikes, plasma welding torches, and other things exposed in the sky, the store's The neon billboard - or the "St. Pius Torch" quickly returned to its normal colorful colors, so the people below who were watching the repair process with heart-wrenching praise in unison praised the skilled repairmen, and then turned to the Holy Restaurant Hymns were sung, and people rushed to bathe in the lights that seemed brighter after repairs.

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"What did you say?! Baby Peppa! Oh! Baby Peppa!"

Lamizane yelled in disbelief, then stood up and walked around his seat excitedly.

"You have already contacted Soltarn!!!!"

In a certain waveband that he himself could not see, the picture reflected in Perturabo's eyes was that around Lamizane, there were wave functions, fermions, W and Z bosons, gluons, Photons, the Higgs field and the Higgs particle are all in a mess, and entropy is increasing and decreasing in an extremely small range. Everything is happening on an extraordinary scale like popcorn popping. The earth explodes, creates, fuses, reaches a critical point and once again creates the ebb and flow of quantum tides and entanglements.

Any mortal who walks in unknowingly at this moment will immediately first be "impossible to be looked at non-existence" to erase their visual organs - yes, not even vision, but the entire visual organ, just like they have never been. Never had the same.

Perturabo couldn't help but admire his foresight: Although this row of boxes had all been reinforced, the position where they usually sat was designed by him, and Sigismund laid more guides himself. Energy-inducing circuits and anti-eavesdropping devices—there is absolutely no element of distrusting other brothers’ children!

Mainly considering that due to his current body shape, Sigismund can more stably and accurately download the design drawings from the main database of the Iron-Blooded and complete the fine construction here with his hands, such as the Mobius Defense Ring or the Gram Lain magic circle without wasting those extremely rare and precious materials.

This is undoubtedly a more efficient approach, as long as it is not known to other members - Magna and Sigismund are so easy to use, a certain part of Perturabo BC's brain is already thinking, maybe He could later modify the two Iron Rings, allowing them to be released from the mechanized form that was huge but unsuitable for ordinary mortal fortresses and commercial facilities to this smaller size.

If it can't be as small as "Whiterace", the Terminator size is not bad either.

"It's been so long! We finally contacted a missing person! And Soltarn actually completed the entire story that was supposed to happen in Medlengard without me knowing it?! Ahhhhh Ah! What a pity! ! How could I not participate in this legendary story! How could you hide such a big thing from me! "

Although the words sounded like complaints, a joyful and bright feeling began to spread out from the restaurant invisibly. Not only did Perturabo BC feel it, but even the spirits of most of Wandering Port were lifted.

It’s hard to describe for people who don’t know what this feeling is like, but those who come from planets with relatively normal climates will suddenly feel as if they are walking on the path in their hometown, the best place of the year. In the season, under the gentle breeze and the sunshine, in the distance in front of you is a golden farmland full of fruits.

[...Look, I know that once I tell you about this, you will definitely be tempted to find a way to leave. Now that the matter has been basically resolved, there is no need for you to leave here. 】The border collie frowned his furry eyebrows. After being asked several times to temporarily appear in the form of a border collie so that the other party could "suck the fur and relieve stress after work", Perturabo BC was no longer too lazy to ensure that no one would Illusion camouflage is used here when I see it.

"But this is different! Well, although I only glanced at the quick synopsis of the novel Death Sky and Black Sun, I should have read it seriously at that time... But that is a novel that can compete with Sicarius. Captain Chuis! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa9. Judging from the fact that we had taken Hongsuo away a long time ago, and the situation you contacted this time, he was not blown back to Medlengard at all, let alone Wen. If Tris meets, wouldn't it mean that there would be things like demon wombs that shouldn't exist? What about those innocent children who turned into monsters? Will there be any new babies in the heart of Hydra? ? And those things behind?"

[I don’t know yet. Oh, and when I asked about the new baby for the third time, Soltarn mentioned Ventris and that he had adopted a very special child. I guess he wanted to name Samo. 】

"I don't know what it means? Didn't you get in touch with Soltarn? Satsuma? It must be Satsuma Kuan! That's a newborn! It seems that the timeline is quite stubborn and reliable in some places, so It’s reassuring. ——Hey? Wait, how do you know about newborns?”

Lamizane's puzzled eyes glanced over again, and Perturabo BC calmly raised his paws and extended his hand to the other party.

Sure enough, Lamizane's eyes were immediately attracted by the dog's white, thick, furry big paws like the claws of a small white bear, and his last question was quietly answered by Perturabo BC, who was very good at making full use of his own advantages. The ground is passed by in one stroke.

[To be precise, it’s not completely connected. He kept calling me. Although the principle was different, the presentation effect was still close to that of astrological communication. What was better than astrological communication was that I could hear the content of his report clearer and more. But the replies they can receive from me are very limited - I must point out that this is not my problem, it is their receiving equipment that is too crude! I still don't know what kind of equipment they concocted there for communication. Judging from the final effect, the interference may come from both the time wall and the subspace, which makes me feel very irritated. 】

"Oh - maybe you shouldn't criticize them so harshly. There are very few stable planets in the subspace. As far as I know, all materials there have always been very scarce. Direct plundering is an important means of livelihood for the Chaos Legion there. , you and I both know very well. Has Karan Gower been destroyed? You must remind him to destroy it! According to my previous guess, it is a very dangerous and important thing, and destroying it will definitely be beneficial to the Fourth Army. Harmful."

Perturabo BC looked at Lamizane with some surprise, but said nothing more, [Destroyed. Ventris should have strongly recommended that they destroy it. So I agreed to let them live temporarily in the front hall area of ​​the palace where I left them. They were safe there, as long as they stayed within the confines of the palace shields and defensive fields. 】

"Since your palace is also there, don't you have a way to contact them through the device you left in the palace?"

【no. The space-time barrier between us is somewhat thick. Although the big rift has torn away the veil of the real dimension, the violent primitive turbulence inside makes it much more difficult to communicate across the space-time barrier. If we hadn't been stuck, Lysis has achieved some results and dropped several anchor worlds, but it is impossible for him to find me through this primitive method of contact. 】

When the dog said this, he looked at Lamizane reproachfully, [Your development progress here is too slow! Ramizan Carosini! We should be more proactive in attacking, expanding, annexing, and then quickly turning the acquired worlds into vassals, so that they can immediately begin to produce resources and soldiers for us. Now the integration of Dorne and the Iron-Blooded has been very stable, and the gene seeds , well, Hong Suo made a batch before leaving, and it should be able to be used for a while. 】

"Can't mine work? Uh, I mean, me, you see, now, your body. Seed."

Lamizane turned around demonstratively on the spot, and the dog resisted the urge to press down on the pulsing veins on his forehead.

【cannot! 】

"Why?"

【Can't mean can't! 】

"Okay, but I think our progress is pretty good. Looking at the reports that are improving every day and the continuously expanding galaxy defense system makes me feel that my wallet is bulging and I feel at ease!"

[A bulging wallet in a place like this will only turn you into a fat sheep! 】

"That must be impossible. If the money is not exchanged for armaments, why should it be reserved for war reparations? The words "war reparations" are absolutely not allowed to happen! - I am saving money to buy a small nearby house. No matter how good the armory of the Planetary Shipyard and the Destiny Steel is, Desima cannot bring his base ship here. It is too conspicuous. The reason why the Imperial Navy and the Ministry of Justice here can tolerate us is entirely because of how we look. It seems that the other party is still on the verge of thinking that he can give it a try."

[And you pay a large amount of taxes on time, send Space Marines to help the Ministry of Justice to stabilize the situation, and often take things from my personal storage to spread the wealth, right? 】

"How can you say that! The Carosini Dynasty is now the tax-paying champion of Roaming Port this year, beating the second place by more than 22 points! Although the legal officers of the Ministry of Justice have their own arrogance, the order here is It has definitely improved! His relationship with me is very harmonious now!”

【All right. All right. 】

"By the way, since Soltarn can call you, is there anyone else, such as Maatra? Honso? Julius? Parogov? Fulgrim? Vannas? Emmenut ? Lysander? Shanto? Also, is there any news about the Midnight Lords in the Far East Star Territory? "

Facing Lamizane's expectant ice-blue eyes and the series of names he announced, Perturabo BC could only shake his head regretfully, [Except for Soltarn, there is still no news about the others. Before Kadu'er The message sent back said that he might have some clues, but then there was no movement. There is no new news from Ultramar. Before the Great Rift began, the Ultramarines were still stationed there. 】

"It's such a pity. I hope they can find a way to contact us as soon as possible. The current reputation and influence of Port Wandering are not enough. We need to make it more famous and turn it into a world as famous as Ultramar."

Perturabo BC nodded in agreement with this idea about his body.

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somewhere in subspace

Someone opened his eyes on a simple iron bed.

Something is wrong.

First is the smell.

His olfactory organs and laryngeal detection nerves tasted many complex, poisonous and ominous smells: low-quality tobacco, the black mist of corpse cremation, the weird fragrance of hallucinogens extracted from the bodies of subspace creatures, only There is no clean smell, like the forest after rain or the wind blowing through the seaside grass.

He sat up and was in a daze for a while, thinking that he saw Medlengard's sky like burning white phosphorus through the gaps between bullet holes of different sizes and temporary buildings. A beam of light leaked from the holes, so bright. The white light shines right in front of the toes of his boots.

His facial muscles were calm and expressionless, but his brain was practically screaming in his skull.

For a moment, his urge to destroy the entire galaxy was almost uncontrollable.

He could have endured all the darkness, evil, pain, a life in which only hatred and anger supported his body and soul in the armor - if he had not had a period with this chaotic evil on the Iron-Blooded Ship - the Destiny Steel. The earth, or the rotting corpse-like empire are completely different, life under the sun.

Maybe nothing has ever changed?

Maybe he was always just that hybrid in the Iron Warriors warband who kept fighting, sending people to death, and fighting to survive. In addition to serving evil, provoking fights and hatred, he shouldn't know that he had another, different possible.

Everything is an illusion.

It is the darkest gift of blessing given by the dark gods to their toys.

He glanced down at the tips of his boots again before he began to grip the weapon.

It's not the Iron Warrior's old and broken power boots that have been pieced together with components. The most advanced equipment in his armor is still on his arm guards, just as he remembers, and just as he received these precious gifts. The same time.

Then he paused for a moment and began to polish off his beautiful apothecary coating, mentally cursing whoever had caused his accident - he wasn't going to take the risk of speaking carelessly here.

After a while, all the beautiful sigils, badges of work and honors of the Primarch's Chief Apothecary that Honso originally carried disappeared. There was nothing on his power armor to indicate that he was still the favorite of the Iron Warriors Primarch. The heir of and the Chief Pharmacist of the Iron Blood.

After doing this, he began to look around carefully again and began to think about the current situation.