Warhammer: Start with a dog

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"...The harvest season is here. In the fields, the cotton is white, the sorghum is red, and the rice is yellow..."

"What are you muttering about?"

Perturabo BC sat on his walking fearless and walked over. The metal walking feet stepped on the ground and were absorbed by the added shock absorbers. The excess vibration and sound were absorbed, just like a dog's flesh pads were amplified. Ten times, the joint servo vibrated slightly as it worked normally. Outside the window was the dark blue velvet-like universe. The black and white border collie looked at his somewhat distracted body with his eyes as bright as stars.

"Ah? Oh, it's nothing. This is the calculation data you asked for before." Lamizane released the data cable from an interface on the back of his head, pushed a data crystal over, and then connected another one. When the connection indicator light comes on, a new round of calculations begins again.

"What are you thinking about again? Lamizane."

Just when the body of the Fourth Primarch was about to start wandering into space again, the Shepherd asked another question unexpectedly, pulling the other person's consciousness back to the scene in front of him.

"Nothing," he sighed heavily, his body and face showing a classical appearance inherited from the ancient city-states of Crete and Mycenae and an intellectual temperament that could not be concealed even though he was very salty. "You still can't communicate with Soltarn and the others normally?"

"Not very good. But at least they now seem to know how to increase the power of some of that simple equipment. I can now receive some more clear words and requests. I have answered them all, but I feel that there is a lot more in the process of answering. At least some losses have occurred. According to my calculations, these losses are mainly caused by space-time interference. At this point, if you don’t want to turn the space-time dimension in this area into a mess due to too rough and direct force, you can only I can accept these interference losses.”

"Indeed. I can understand that if you change all the precise time and space according to your own wishes, you don't know what will happen. It might explode or enter a time and space where more monsters and monsters are dancing." The dog's ears whispered. The ground tightened, and his tail flapped nervously up and down twice. Fortunately, the person who asked the question didn't think much about it, "What about the others? Is there any news about the others?"

"No." Perturabo BC shook his head, the dog grinned, and his ears stood up again, revealing the stretched ear fluff, "Don't worry, as long as there is the first one, then it is a good sign, after all You see, they all knew at least the name of the forge world of Belakahn before they disappeared, and the first step after Soltarn became capable was to find a way to contact us. This is a lot more manpower and material resources than we wasted aimlessly. It’s much better to find a needle in a haystack of all dimensions.”

"Then how can we be sure that each of them has the ability to find a way to contact us?"

"... Soltarn can do it, why can't others?"

"You're right." Lamizane sat up straighter and took a sip of the rich Rekka coffee. "But if that's the case, it's so strange... There is no news at all from the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar. ”

"The intelligence brought by the Rogue Traders, merchants and mercenaries who arrived from there recently are all consistent, and the situation is calm. Except for some people who have access to the Ultramarines, there are rumors that their chief think tank director seems to be in a bad situation recently. Well, the food supply in the Extreme Star Territory has been extremely abundant recently, which has greatly calmed down the security problems in that area. "

"After the empire split, Varro Tigris, one of the three major think tanks? Hmm... It is indeed not easy for him at this time. He feels that he has been in a weak state. If he were not a big man over two meters tall, then I would Said that he is really suitable to hold Malcador's staff and wear a civil official robe to pretend that he is a mage... Well, if I want to say more, at this time, are Mr. Dante, the Blood Angels and their sub-groups also very What's wrong with Mephistopheles? I really don't know what the last famous think tank, Ezekiel, is doing at the moment... But if you think about it, the kindly Santa Lion should be in the dark side of the empire. He's been traveling around with people? Pfft, I really want to see a video of him sitting in such a small pickup truck on a mortal farm!" Perturabo BC looked at him! He raised one tentacled eyebrow.

Lamizane turned from being elated to sighing, "Alas! But I really envy the God-given granary of the Five Hundred Worlds! We can find so many livable worlds! Even if we want to open up land here, we first have to find suitable asteroids. At least the gravity cannot be too low, and the shape must be slightly uniform... Otherwise, the scale of intensification will not be feasible at all... There are too many gas giant planets! There are also too many main stars whose irradiation intensity is not within the appropriate range..."

As soon as the current Roaming Port's de facto largest BOSS and the consul of the Carosini Dynasty mentioned the issue of reclamation of new asteroid farms nearby, he immediately regained his enthusiasm for work and picked up the data pad in front of him to make corrections.

When Perturabo BC saw this, he was about to turn around and walk away to contact Magna——

"wrong!"

The black and white shepherd dog's fur all over its body exploded, making it look extremely fluffy and huge. Somewhere on the Iron-Blooded, Magna Dorn looked up at Sigismund beside him, who lowered his head. She placed a comforting hand on his golden armored shoulder.

"What's wrong?" Perturabo BC's voice was still calm, and he hadn't even lowered his tail.

Mr. Lamizane Carosini looked solemn.

"No, what do you think at this time? It's too strange that there is calm in the Extreme Star Territory. After all, we really met Uriel Ventris and Pasanius, and we also rescued them and sent them to the real world. After going to the Eye of Terror, Honso also disappeared, but Soltarn said that the Kallan-Gol Fortress was still knocked down. Although the Demon Womb was not created, Samokan finally appeared, and as Another way to quickly become a Space Marine - at least the appearance and function are similar, so since some nodes are so stubborn... Where is Honso? "

"Uh. Is this what you think is wrong?"

"Of course? Think about it, it's like the script of a drama is being adapted into a TV series, but all the main characters appear. It's impossible that one of the leading actors doesn't appear at all, right? This is wrong. !Honso...what are you doing now?

Lamizane said, lost in thought.

"Because the influence of subspace is extremely unreliable, and the space-time structure of this universe is originally as loose as a raft that falls apart when pushed, it is most likely that Honsou did not appear because he was thrown too far away. place, it was too late to find a way to move him, or he was thrown to a point too far away in time, so that other events interfered with him, interfering with the present from another direction that we do not know yet, and it may even be possible It’s both.”

"Well..." The librarian whose first appointment in this universe was to appoint Honso as the chief pharmacist frowned again, "If that's the case, that's not good, although I believe he can definitely be tenacious. A person can evade the pursuit of the entire planet, but I don't want him to be tainted with some unreasonable power because he wants to prove himself too much... After all, I finally got it when I first came here, and he didn't even have it! He didn't have time to bring his broad double-bladed power weapon, but only his Gene Eradicator pistol."

"... He is wearing the pharmacist's special power armor you gave him, so what else do you need to worry about? Only force majeure in the environment may hinder him, such as not being able to find a spaceship to take him on a space voyage. That is indeed not good. In addition, the thing you made was loaded with targeted energy positions for almost all common energies and attacks in this universe! Moreover, the full power of the plasma reactor in his backpack can even be used temporarily! The void shield supplying a ship was bombarded by several luminous spears! Even if there are inquisitors who throw extermination orders everywhere on the planet every day, he is the one who can persist until the lava on the surface of the planet solidifies or the fire is extinguished! In terms of protection, he will not die even if he goes to Istvaan No. 3 and No. 5!"

The dog showed an expression that said, "I haven't even killed him yet. Are you thinking that there is someone else in the galaxy who can kill that unfilial son?"

"...What did you do?! Of course the doctor's protective measures must be the best! I haven't put a flying bag on him yet! I haven't put a drone swarm on him yet!"

"...Doctors...pharmacists are such dangerous professions?"

"With the Lord of Hell... no, here, it should be possible to face a powerful death god like the Nightbringer head-on. Isn't it a dangerous profession that requires better weapons and protection?"

Perturabo BC blinked in disbelief.

"So that's why you designed his power armor to that spec? - 'He's going to need it to fight the Nightbringer'?"

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During the period before the giant eye of the vortex opened, Honso was walking in this mountain city with his two companions, watching the opponents and their camps they would encounter next.

Among these opponents are Chaos Astartes warbands like the Blood God's darling Uruvent, who more or less continue the habits of their legions, consisting of mortal servants, cultists, mechanical scavengers or black machines. Traditional teams such as the cult (the latter is rare), the void ships as bases (may come from inheritance, salvage or plunder), and the Space Marines as the top rulers and officers, there are also some alien clans and Human pirates (Honso commented that he doubted these people had a Rogue Trader license in the Empire, and was immediately dragged away by the former Raven Guard), and mercenaries, as well as some extremely wealthy people who were rare in the conservative realm of the Empire. A local group.

For example, after visiting the alien family camp of Rosatel and the charming camp of Pirate Queen Salomba, and then dragging Grendel away from Uruvente’s camp who seemed to really want to stay and spar. , the next destination they visited was very impressive.

"Oh - look who is this? Isn't this Vanus? Little Crow, you still brought your cold and charming mysterious little friend!"

He inserted his sharp sword into the opponent's throat in a very dramatic way, and stirred it several times while the opponent was still squirming and being impaled on the sword, until blood gushed out like a bouquet of flowers. When dyeing the deceased into a kneeling blood-red bouquet-like scabbard, the owner of this camp, Nosa Ettasia, stepped on his black high-heeled boots that tightly wrapped his muscular legs to He walked gracefully with a gesture that made it difficult to discern his intentions.

He stretched out his hand towards them, and just when Grendel, one of the visitors, wrinkled his face and showed an indescribable expression, Honso still glanced at the androgynous warrior with calm and appraising eyes.

"Blade Dancer." Vanus introduced both parties with a polite smirk, "This is Honso, the war blacksmith of the Iron Warriors and my current employer."

"Ah, it's nice to meet you. You have a mysterious temperament, my dear. I heard that the war blacksmiths of the Iron Warriors are masters of siege. Maybe you can come to my place sometime and teach me these sieges. "Art." Grendel looked like he wanted to spit acid at the warrior in the tight leather suit and corset.

"I'm honored too, Nosa Ettasia." Honso scanned the details of the other person's body with an unabashed gaze, and Eitasia smiled intoxicatedly under his scalpel-like gaze.

But the war blacksmith's next words made the face of the blade dancer suddenly change color under the leather mask, "How is your hormone control recently? Does your left hand tremble very rarely?"

"Let's come in and talk, honey."

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When the bright and dirty "eyes" open in the whirlpool in the sky, the skull harvest feast begins.

After several days of fighting, the last three winners have harvested their respective trophies, and they will decide the only champion in today's arena.

"Then I wish you a memorable and exciting showdown with an opponent worthy of wielding a weapon," Vannas said with a smile.

But the War Blacksmith, who was fighting here on behalf of himself, the Fourth Primarch, Medlengard and the Iron Warriors, shook his head instead. His scarred face showed a look of anticipation for a person who was about to take the stage for a life and death battle. Bo's look was indifferent and even boring, which made the Raven Guard's heart shrink again: he had seen this look too many times.

This is... This is an expression that will gradually appear on the Destiny Steel every time their "Chapter Leader" His Highness seems to be lost in thought or too listless.

At that time, Adalic, who was quite crowded in his body, saw it, but he didn't feel anything about it. But looking back now, at that time, an invisible sense of terror and crisis always made his biological body unconsciously tremble. Sweat--until the Contemptor Fearless, who goes by the alias "Kaidomo", comes over with the border collie inside and starts barking at his own body, or simply showing off his overly long claw nails, intentionally or unintentionally. , soft and knotted ear hairs, and other things that are just waiting for some salty fish to get up and do it, then this creepy feeling will disappear like the water flowing through the beach at low tide.

"There will indeed be an unforgettable showdown, Adalic."

Honso said calmly, his voice so calm that Vannas' limbs were cold.

"But there will be no great showdowns and honorable battles between heroic warriors."

The war blacksmith said, flexing his wrists and walking towards the arena where the last three winners would duke it out.

"Times have changed, Vannas."