Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 485 He's Thinking About You
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"…The harvest season has arrived. In the fields, the cotton has turned white, the sorghum has turned red, and the rice has turned yellow…"

"What are you muttering about?"

Perturabo BC walked over in his fearless vehicle. The metal walking feet stepped on the ground and the added shock absorbers absorbed the excess vibration and sound, as if the dog's paw pads were magnified dozens of times. The joint servos emitted a slight vibration of normal operation. Outside the window was a deep blue velvet universe. The black and white border collie looked at his own body, which was a little distracted, with his eyes as bright as stars as always.

"Ah? Oh, nothing. This is the calculation data you wanted before." Ramizarn untied the data cable from an interface behind his head, pushed a data crystal over, and then connected another one. As the connection indicator light came on, a new round of calculations began again.

"What are you thinking about again? Ramizane."

Just when the Fourth Primarch's body was about to start wandering away again, the Shepherd Dog asked another question out of the blue, bringing the other's attention back to the scene before him.

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

"Not really. But at least they seem to know that they need to increase the power of that crude device. I can now receive some more specific words and requests, and I have responded to all of them. But I feel that some losses have occurred in the process of responding. According to my calculations, these losses are mainly caused by space-time interference. At this point, if we don't want to turn the space-time dimension in this area into a mess due to overly rough and direct force, we can only accept these interference losses."

"Indeed. I can understand that if you change the precise space and time at will according to your will, you don't know what will happen. It may explode or enter a space and time with more monsters and demons." The dog's ears tightened quietly, and its tail flapped up and down nervously. 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, grinning, his ears stood up again, revealing the stretched ear hair. "Don't worry, as long as we have the first one, it's a good sign. After all, you see, they at least knew the name of the Bellacarn Forge World before they disappeared, and Soltarn's first step after he became capable was to find a way to contact us. This is much better than us wasting a lot of manpower and resources aimlessly looking for a needle in a haystack in all dimensions."

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

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

"You're right." Ramizane sat up straighter and took a sip of the strong Reka coffee. "But if that's the case, it's too strange... Is there no news at all from the 500 worlds of Ultramar?"

"The intelligence brought by the Rogue Traders, merchants, and mercenaries who arrived there recently is consistent. Everything is calm, except for some people who have access to the Ultramarines who said that their Chief Librarian seems to be in a bad condition recently. The food supply in the Ultramarines has been unusually sufficient recently, which has greatly alleviated the security problems in that area."

"After the Empire split, one of the three major think tanks, Varo Tigris? Well... it was really not easy for him during this period. He seemed to be in a weak state. If he was not a big guy over two meters tall, I would say that he was really suitable to hold Malcador's staff and wear a civilian robe to pretend to be a wizard... Well, to be honest, at this time, weren't old Dante and the Blood Angels and their successors also miserable? Their Mephisto was doing well, but what is Ezekiel, the last famous think tank, doing now? I really don't know... But with this calculation, isn't it about time for the kind Santa Claus lion to travel around the dark side of the Empire? Phew, I really want to see a video of a Primarch of his size sitting in the bed of a small mortal farm pickup truck! I'm even willing to pay for it!" Perturabo BC looked at him and raised one of his tentacle eyebrows.

Ramizarn went from beaming with joy to sighing, "Ah! But I really envy the God-given granary of the 500 worlds! They can find so many habitable worlds! If we want to open up land here, we must first find suitable asteroids. At least the gravity cannot be too low, and the shape must be slightly more uniform... Otherwise, it will not be worthwhile if the scale of intensive development cannot be increased... There are too many gas giant planets! There are also too many main stars whose radiation intensity is not within the appropriate range..."

As soon as the current biggest boss in Wandering Port and the Archon of the Carosini Dynasty talked about the issue of reclamation of new asteroid farms nearby, he immediately regained his enthusiasm for work and picked up the data tablet in front of him to make some changes.

Perturabo BC saw this and was about to turn around and walk away to contact Magna -

"wrong!"

The black and white sheepdog's fur stood up, looking extremely fluffy and huge. Somewhere on the Iron Blood, Magnar Dorn looked up at Sigismund beside him. The latter lowered his head and placed his hand on his golden armored shoulder in a soothing manner.

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

Mr. Ramizane Kalosini looked solemn.

"That's not right. No matter how you think about it now, it's too strange that everything is calm in the Ultramarine. After all, we really met Uriel Ventris and Pasanius, and we rescued them and sent them to the Eye of Terror. Honso is also missing, but Soltarn said that the Kalan-Gol Fortress was still demolished. Although the Demon Womb was not created, Samokwan finally appeared and quickly became a Space Marine in another way - at least in appearance and function. So since some nodes are so stubborn... where is Honso?"

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

"Of course? Think about it, it's like a play script being adapted for a TV series, but all the main characters are in it, so it's impossible that one of the male protagonists doesn't show up at all? This is wrong! Where is Honso... now? What is he doing?"

Ramizane said as he fell into thought.

"Because the influence of the subspace is extremely unreliable, and the space-time structure of this universe is originally loose, like a raft that will fall apart if poked, it is very likely that Hongsuo did not appear because he was thrown too far away and did not have time to find a way to move himself, or he was thrown to a point too far away in time, so that other events interfered with him and interfered with the present from another direction we don't know yet, or even both."

"Hmm..." The librarian, whose first appointment upon arriving in this universe was to appoint Hong Suo as the chief pharmacist, frowned again. "If that's the case, then that's not good. Although I believe he is definitely strong enough to evade the pursuit of the entire planet, I don't want him to get involved with some shady powers because he wants to prove himself too much... After all, I managed to get him when I first arrived! And he didn't even have time to bring his Broad Double-Edged Power Weapon, he only brought his Gene Eradicator Pistol."

"…He is wearing the pharmacist-specific power armor you gave him, so what else is there to worry about? The force majeure of the environment may hinder him, such as not being able to find a spaceship to take him on a space voyage, which is indeed difficult to deal with. Besides, I assisted you in making that thing, and it is loaded with targeted energy positions for almost all common energies and attacks in this universe! Moreover, the plasma reactor in his backpack is fully powered and can even temporarily supply a ship's void shield to withstand a few luminous spears! Even if there are Inquisitors who get carried away and throw extinction orders everywhere on planets, he can be the one who can hold on until the lava on the surface of the planet solidifies or the fire is extinguished! Just talking about protection, he will not die even if he goes to Istvaan III and V!" The dog showed an expression of "I didn't kill him yet, do you think there is anything else in this galaxy that can kill that unfilial son?"

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

"…Doctor…Is pharmacist such a dangerous profession?"

"With the King of Hell... No, here, it should be possible to face off against a powerful death god like the Nightbringer. Isn't this a dangerous profession that requires better armament and protection?!"

Perturabo BC blinked in disbelief.

"So that's why you designed his Power Armor to that specification? - 'He'll need it to fight the Nightbringer'?"
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During the time before the giant eye of the vortex opened, Hongsuo and his two companions were strolling in the mountain city, watching the opponents they were about to encounter and their camps.

These opponents include traditional teams such as Chaos Astartes warbands such as the Blood God's favorite Uluwenta, which more or less continue the habits of their Legions, consisting of mortal servants, cultists, mechanical scavengers or Black Mechanicus (the latter is less common), void ships as bases (possibly from heritage, salvage or plunder), and Space Marines as the top rulers and officers, as well as some alien clans and human pirates (Honso commented that he doubted these people had a Rogue Trader License in the Empire, and were immediately dragged away by the former Raven Guard), as well as mercenaries. In addition, there are some local groups that are very rare in the conservative Imperial territory.

For example, after visiting the alien family camp of Rosatel and the charming camp of the pirate queen Salumba, and pulling Grendel away from Uluvent's camp, who seemed to want to stay and fight, the next destination they visited was very impressive.

"Oh - look who is this? Isn't this Vanus? Little crow, you finally brought this cold yet extremely charming mysterious friend of yours!"

He thrust his sharp rapier into his opponent's throat in a dramatic way, and stirred the opponent vigorously for a few times while he was still squirming and pierced by the sword, until blood gushed out like a bouquet of flowers, dyeing the dead body into a blood-red bouquet-like scabbard kneeling on the ground. At this time, the owner of the camp, Nosa Atasya, walked over gracefully in his black high-heeled boots that tightly wrapped his muscular legs in a posture that made it difficult to discern his intentions.

He held out his hand to them, and while Grendel, one of the visitors, frowned in an indescribable expression, Honso still looked at the androgynous warrior with a calm and calculating gaze.

"Blade Dancer." Wannus introduced the two parties with a polite fake smile, "This is Hongsuo, the warsmith of the Iron Warriors and my current employer."

"Ah, nice to meet you, you have a mysterious air about you, my dear. I heard that the warsmiths of the Iron Warriors are masters of siege, perhaps you could come sit with me sometime and teach me the art of siege." Grendel looked like he wanted to spit acid at the warrior in tight leather and corset.

"It's my honor too, Nosa Atasya." Hong Suo scanned the details of the other person's body with an undisguised gaze, and Atasya smiled intoxicatedly under his scalpel-like gaze.

But the next words from the war blacksmith made the Blade Dancer's face under the leather mask suddenly change color. "How is your hormone control regulation recently? Does your left hand tremble occasionally?"

"Let's go inside, honey."
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When the brightly colored yet dirty "eye" in the vortex in the sky opens, the skull harvest feast begins.

After several days of fighting, the final three winners have already harvested their respective spoils, and they will compete in today's competition to determine the only champion.

"Then I wish you a memorable and exciting duel with an opponent worthy of swinging a weapon." Wanners said with a smile.

But the Warsmith, who was fighting here on behalf of himself, the Fourth Primarch, Medlengard and the Iron Warriors, shook his head instead, and his scarred face showed a look of indifference and even boredom towards a man who was about to fight a life-and-death battle, which made the Raven Guard's heart shrink again: he had seen this look too many times.

This is... This is the expression that would gradually appear on the Destiny Steel every time their "Chapter Master" seemed to be distracted or too listless.

Adalic, whose body was quite crowded at the time, saw it but felt nothing about it. But thinking back now, at that time, an invisible sense of terror and crisis would always make his biological body sweat unconsciously - until the Contemptor Fearless, who went by the alias "Kadomo", and the border collie inside came over and started ordering his body around, or simply showed off his overly long claws and nails, soft and tangled ear hair, and other things that were waiting for some salted fish to get up and do, then this creepy feeling would disappear like the receding tide flowing over the beach.

"It will indeed be an unforgettable duel, Adalic."

Hong Suo spoke calmly, his voice was so calm that Wanners' limbs went cold.

"But there will be no spectacular duels and honorable battles between brave warriors."

The Warsmith said as he flexed his wrists and walked towards the arena where the final three winners would fight it out.

"Times have changed, Vanners."

(End of this chapter)