Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 208 The seemingly ordinary world of death
The operational meeting on how to deal with the main star of Pearl Moon was still held on the bridge of the Iron Blood.

This was not due to Perturabo's vigilant request or as a sign of weakness of the Nucerian tyrants. It was entirely because the meeting hosted by the young Dorn and the experienced Captain Vought on the Iron-Blooded was really impressive. Attend meetings in a comfortable yet serious atmosphere.

Even after Ms. Lotara obtained more database information of the Iron-Blooded (according to Lamizane's secret observation, it seemed that the amount of information transmitted to her by Captain Voight was too huge), this time it was rare that there was no She claimed that the Desert Ark was the best ship in the entire galaxy, but she changed into a white and red fox hunting outfit to attend the meeting. Anyone who saw it must admit that her figure was suddenly well-fitted by the tailored cut. The riding boots and riding crop also match her temperament very well.

"The equatorial circumference of ancient Terra was about 24901 miles, while the equatorial circumference here is 11500 miles. A standard Terran year is 365 Terra days, and at Carrick, the year is even closer to 345.5 Terra days The length of a day here is 22 standard Terra hours. It also has an ocean world satellite Pearl, which is larger than the moon, and a small satellite Phobos - it must be emphasized again that it also has It is located in the same secondary star sector as Bela Kahn...just two ordinary jumps away...If the average temperature were not between minus two degrees to four degrees, this place would be completely in line with my ideals! What a blessing! "

No one asked out loud at this time, "So what is that ideal?" Only Angron seemed to be hesitant to speak, but he finally seemed to have thought of some of his teacher's warnings. , still held back.

"Hmm, compared to the atmospheric composition of ancient Terra, which is 78% nitrogen, less than 21% oxygen, close to 1% argon, 0.032% carbon dioxide and 0.000001% ozone - well, the composition of the atmosphere here It’s really good, 75% nitrogen, 21% oxygen, 1% argon, 1% ozone, 1.5% carbon dioxide…”

A certain librarian who unconsciously acted as the host of the meeting now sat Angron on the left and Perturabo on the right. There were dozens of senior Astartes officers and naval officials in attendance. The specific data comparing the general impression in his memory with reality was browsed on his retina, and the floating light points were transmitted from his LOGOS to the eyes of each participant.

"Ah, what's a little troublesome is that the gravity reaches about 1.4 G. It's a bit strange, but at least it's not a problem for the Iron Warriors at all... Oh no, this is very strange. How can it be achieved with the size of this planet? Such a high gravity? The equatorial radius of Pearl Moon is even larger than Carrick, only about 1.2 G... Also, isn't it right? The proportion of ozone in the atmosphere... That's all, but isn't the proportion of carbon dioxide a bit too much? Abnormally high? With such a high carbon dioxide ratio, it shouldn't be so cold here."

Someone said calmly, "Maybe it's because Carrick had some orc ruins before the Empire discovered it, and there are still sporadic groups of orcs wandering around its equator. - Every summer, Carrick's important tradition One of the activities is to bring a heavy flamethrower and burn the newly growing clumps of mushrooms, which if left alone will mature and develop into green-skinned orcs."

Several battle monks from the Twelve Legions turned their incredulous eyes to Perturabo's car, "Orc alien?! They actually allowed this ugly and potentially threatening green-skinned alien to stay here for many years without launching an attack. Completely annihilate them?! Didn’t you call for the support of the Astartes Chapter?! This kind of appeasement of adultery has not been subject to any additional evaluation and judgment?”

"...That's true." Lamizane also frowned, "It has become a local seasonal tradition for groups to burn orc mushrooms. It sounds like the hunting season. And Aren’t the Inquisition and Ecclesiarchy agents in the Calixis sector very active? Well, the strangest thing is not that in this galaxy, the two inhabited planets of Carrick Prime and Pearl Moon together cannot form a star realm. The legion comes to pay the tithe of the Ministry of Military Affairs, but with just a few people and the need to maintain daily work and production, how can they maintain a stalemate with the orcs for so long?"

"It's the low temperature." Perturabo took up Lamizane's words, "Whether it is a reasonable explanation or not, in short, the conclusion of the empire's research on this place is that the low temperature on the surface of Carrick greatly reduced the orcs here. The activity of the spores makes the growth rate extremely slow, so that the time is enough for the residents to find and burn the new mushroom bushes by the ponds and lakes according to the seasonal plan. Oh, and, "The dog made a habitual The action of pushing the mini-display on the bridge of his nose, and in the eyes of others at the meeting, the Contemptor Wuwei pushed the bridge of his nose deftly like a living person.

"Of course not all fungal growths will be completely burned out. Orcs are extremely tenacious. Some of them eventually grow out, but very few, and it is said that the equipment level is also very rough and inferior. So Carrick As long as the residents gather together and make good use of existing technology to deal with them, it is not difficult. After all, there are also Ogryn settlements and an orbital defense platform here." "Let's not talk about the ordinary low temperature here around 0 degrees Celsius. What's the disadvantage of being able to prevent the development of orc spores so obviously... Doesn't this really sound so peaceful?! But this world is actually considered to be somewhere between a hive and a death world in the Ministry of Interior's assessment star chart It’s a deserted place in between, so no one has come to develop it!”

Everyone heard the obviously sarcastic sneer from the Contemptor Fearless, "Yes, it's interesting, right, this is the corpse, the dying and decaying empire."

Angron used his eyes to signal his heirs to maintain some restraint. Of course, Second Company Commander Sklar and Eighth Company Commander Endred - especially the latter, stroked the lightning eagle emblem on his chest back and forth, looking like I really want to find some large object to test the hardness of his axe.

In response to this, Perturabo sneered more obviously in the car, "For the sake of your heir, my brother, I suggest you lock his power armor servo first - oh, sorry, I forgot, not everyone Even the original body can easily operate the insurance of its own warriors."

"I will not be arrogant enough to think that I can serve as the last lock for my brave and glorious heirs," Angron answered his brother calmly, "because they themselves are their last line of defense. If I fall Once down, they will build an unbreakable wall in everyone's heart."

There must have been some sort of sneer of disdain, but there must also have been a sound of approval.

During this period, Lamizane's brain was operating with extraordinary efficiency as fast as he blinked, comparing relevant data with more detailed information that he had never come into contact with before.

"I have listed a form and have sent it to your receivers, which contains all the strange things about Carrick. I think I also have some ideas on how to enter and contact the Carrick government."

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