Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 150 Meow Meow Little Potato

Perturabo used his four legs with pads and down to move lightly and silkily through the twists and turns of the ancient streets.

The evening wind with the temperature of sunset blew from the direction of the desert and blew through the unfolded triangular awning, making the canvas rustle. The night was low and the stars were twinkling - except in the sky that Perturabo was so familiar with, there was no longer the evil "eye" staring at him forever, replaced by a scarlet and evil light strip.

Like a wound cutting out the sky, the Great Rift will become the most eye-catching symbol in the night sky no matter which angle you look at it from across the Milky Way.

Could this represent the final victory of Chaos, or the prelude to some ultimate goal of the more capable scion of the brother who had occupied his undeserved place for so many years?

Perturabo doesn't care about these now. These are just some silt in the Border Collie's grand plan for mankind that is destined to be swept away by the flow of time.

With the help from the Iron-Blooded and the gaps between returning to the Iron-Blooded, the talented Shepherd first used a certain legend to successfully create a mini-time device to help once again strengthen his only existence in the river of time - this thing is It is very important and must be done first. The consequences of not doing this special anchoring can be seen in some Thousand Sons wizards who feel that they can get lucky on the rocks of the river of time - even when nothing happens, they cannot. Stabilizing one's body in the "now" can only present one's own overlapping image in the eternal blur of multiple times in the eyes of others.

And according to the pattern of his jumping so many times - in fact, the actual number is more than what Perturabo told Lamizane, because there are some more troublesome events: he discovered that he was his past self, and then jumped from there to At various points in time. Perturabo, for various reasons, felt that there was no need to complicate Lamizane's mind.

He is now more concerned about his target for this jump. In addition to reinforcing his presence, the mini Bell of St. Kistar can also help him mark possible targets for this jump to a certain extent, as well as in countless random locations. Try your best to make his jump point as close as possible to the target.

Perturabo believed that his creation had completely surpassed any similar creation by anyone before or after it, even the larger and more golden one!

This city, which is mostly built of sandstone and clay, is built on a platform-shaped hill. The desert gravel is brought here by the soles of people who enter the city all year round. The soil paved on the streets is replaced by yellow sand and gravel. This kind of The ground was very suitable for the pads of canine feet. He could feel the tiny particles of sand sliding through the gaps between his toes, leaking out into the pebbles that had been worn extremely smooth by years of passing pedestrians and carriages. There is still a slight coolness on the surface.

His flat, worn paws made a rhythmic "clack" sound on the ground. The dog flattened his ears back, tightened his tail, lowered his body and blended himself into the shadow of the street eaves - his The suspected target he planned to track appeared in his night vision.

Traveling around the city in the form of a furry canine is not a very pleasant experience, especially when the sun has not yet set and there are always children trying to get close to him.

This group of chirping human cubs with explosive screams either want to catch his fluffy big tail that is shaking slightly, or they want to catch him, or there will be girls and women who will stop for him and pick him up from his carrier. Or they would take pieces of cheese and yeast bread from their bundles, trying to get the handsome creature to come over and take food from their hands, so that they could take the opportunity to touch its beautiful white mane or the white hair on its head.

Of course, the noble, wise, and proud Fourth Primarch could not be caught or seduced by mortal children and women. He just trotted away with his head high and his chest high, leaving a sound of regret behind him. Even the sound of crying loudly.

Night was a good time for him to be active. He was lurking in the shadows outside the square, his eyes fixed on the tall figure who had just left the church door.

Even if he uses a burqa to disguise himself and is not wearing the iconic ceramite power armor of a Space Marine, it is impossible for an ordinary genetically enhanced servant to fake the extraordinary reaction speed and speed of an Astartes so casually and effortlessly. Combat-savvy, the dog pretends to be an animal passing by in the shadows, observing the opponent carefully.

A Space Marine veteran, he concluded, definitely a veteran with no less than two hundred years of service, and not yet in a desperate state; the dog's excellent dynamic vision captured the weapons hidden under the veteran's robes, his pace There was doubt in him, but it was by no means fear or shrinkage. In fact, there was a strange sense of pride in his whole temperament.

"Interesting," the dog said to himself, which to others sounded like nothing more than an animal snorting.

He was following the person being followed from a distance, and the streets he walked on during the day formed a specific city map image in his mind, so was this guy going to the slums? Great, let's see what happens next.

The border collie saw that the tracked target paused for a moment in front of some buildings, which made him pay some attention to those buildings. Oh, yes, look at what marks these are, Perturabo I feel like I've touched the edge a little bit, but this prospect seems a little unpleasant.

The dog easily avoided the cesspools on the ground and the water in the ruts. The smell of the slums was not as good as the city just now. It was quite bad, but it was bearable, but it would be hard to say if he continued to go deeper. However, Perturabo looked around After looking around, this is indeed a good place to hide some special big guys.

Finally, the Astartes agent who thought he was quite capable (Perturabo doubted how the veteran's scout training was completed) stopped in front of the cheap door of a sandstone building, although this door The thin plastic door probably couldn't stop him from kicking him, but he still raised his hand politely and knocked lightly.

Perturabo also saw another graffiti on the door. His black and white brows became more and more frowned.

A threat that no mortal could ever hear floated into his furry, sensitive ears.

The person being stalked responded.

Great, another Astartes, in a place like this, oh, correction, if this is the case, then at least there is a third Astartes, great, what the hell is this? Potatoes? Go down with a shovel, dig out a bunch and bring them up?

Then he heard the person being followed announce his regiment and name, and then they began the classic mutual acknowledgment session——

The tall pretender opened the door and stepped in. The dog heard the special bass sounds of two additional power armor servos coming from the darkness in the room.

very good.

You little Caliban potatoes.

　croak.

　　Good book friends who know where this is, don’t rush to spoil it yet hahahahaha!

　　And it’s really cold. My head hurts after it cools down——

　　

　

(End of this chapter)