Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 513 This is also one aspect of the Dharma Ending Age.
Most of the shops around the Court of the Dead have now been relocated to farther locations, and many new shops and even houses have been squeezed in to take advantage of the extra space created by the expansion of the circumference and the extension of the lower floors - no one dares to add a dome, because no one thinks they can live in a residence higher than the Torch of Shelter.

On the contrary, a portion of the dome was respectfully dismantled and expensive armored glass and void shield generators were reinstalled to allow the light of the stars to shine into the square from here - more importantly, to allow the light of the colorful billboard holy torch to fall further away - after the people and officials experienced its power personally or indirectly, they all agreed that in this way, the passing ships would also be blessed by one or two points of the holy torch's light. In addition, the crew also had the experience of pilgrimage, so wasn't it double insurance?

Therefore, the route that can sail through this skylight is always in short supply. Although Ramizarn doubts whether the orbit hundreds of kilometers away can receive the light, it is obvious that the fees for the ships that pass through this channel in an orderly and continuous line have greatly increased the income of Wandering Port.

Major General Sangse and Law Enforcement Officer Dolin were both worried and happy about this, but the former was only worried about how to keep his position here and save enough money to retire in Garden World, while the latter's doubts were mostly dispelled by reliable "security guards". It was said that because there was too much order here now, this very responsible law enforcement officer was considering applying to lead a team to places where he was more needed to ensure that the law was enforced.

Now, the size of the entire Wandering Port has increased by more than 50% compared to when they first came. The reason there is no further expansion is that the redundancy of the reactors is completely insufficient.

However, the new void steel structure is being supervised by the Mechanicus architects and the "security guards" of the Kalosini Dynasty who are working in full swing. They are preparing to reinforce the central tower of Wandering Port and install more reactors, engines and certain devices that only the Kalosini Dynasty can provide - this is one of the reasons why the Mechanicus members of Wandering Port are so hard-working.

Sitting at a seat by the window of the "Delicious and Nutritious" restaurant, which has become more spacious and brighter due to the massive construction, Perturabo BC, who was transformed into a human form by technological magic, looked at the exquisite clock in his hand.

This mini advanced version of a famous clock still looks golden and yellow.

Only one corner of it seemed to have a faint blood color, and all the pointers on the ivory white dial were stagnant - but not completely stagnant. The tip of the second hand was trembling and trying to move forward, but there seemed to be something stuck in its invisible, colorless and shapeless internal gears, making every second of its movement extremely difficult.

Perturabo BC thought about it, and then asked a question to the other party.

"if……"

"Hmm?" Without even raising his head, Ramizane gave the other party a questioning syllable in a nasal tone.

"I mean, if you were asked to choose a time to carry out the operation, what time would you choose?"

"There are many more... For example, the time before the twenty primarchs were thrown out is very suitable, although the time point alone is useless, right? Different landing points will have different results, and even if you are lucky enough to land in the palace, it is estimated that the follow-up will be very, very challenging, and you may end up grinding until you die... Otherwise, if you land later, before the Burning of Prospero, it would not be bad, but in that case, you have to consider whether you can defeat the Great Daemon of Tzeentch and whether you can meet Rus and make Rus listen to you. It's hard to say, you may be tied up by your arms and thrown into the dark prison by your loyal people..."

Although they were muttering to themselves, it seemed that the Chapter Master and the Lord Archon, who were still buried in their books, had actually seriously considered this issue, which made the black and white furry dog's paw pads sweat unconsciously.

He looked at the clock again. This time, the hands of the clock did not change, but did the little angel face carved on the clock just turn into a bird's head and blink at him?
Perturabo BC frowned and pressed one claw - one hand on the hateful face. When his claw left there, the little angel's face returned to its original appearance, except that there was a dog paw print on the chubby face.

"What if I could only choose once?"

"Then I would definitely choose the time we are in now, which is the last year of the 41st millennium."

"Why? You came here earlier than now, right? Things don't look bad."

"That's true... but who would have thought that after a good night's sleep I would end up in this (beep--) place? So my first reaction was to do that. If you weren't here... but you see."

A finger stretched out from Perturabo's body - on it there were still some tiny modified metal lines left over from the past, embedded in his skin like a trace of inconspicuous light.

"Look, this is a record from the collection of the State Church, this is a communication record written in the voice of an astropath, and this Astartes diary...Are Astartes also writing diaries? This is the Imperial Navy's navigation log, oh, and this one is very interesting, an Inquisitor's work notes...I've been reading it for a while, it's very interesting..."

"Do you find it interesting to read the records of ordinary people like this?"

"Of course! You have to know that if some records can verify some historical facts, it's like digging out a clod of soil covered with mud. You won't know what you've dug up until you complete the clues... It's so fascinating to see the librarians classifying the rare ancient books that have just been delivered... They confirm one thing with each other, that is, although it seems to me to be an unreasonable statement, in fact, in this galaxy, the universe itself makes up for the unreasonable parts that were skipped in the middle... So the various events during this period are indeed more than a hundred years or almost two hundred years apart, and no one can tell the order of all the major events. Of course, it's easier to steal at this time!"

He added, "Anyway, if we really can't do anything else, we can still use your clock... Although its landing point and the way it works are a bit too exciting, it's best not to let me experience this kind of thing again... But hasn't it been quiet for a long time recently?"

"Well... this is normal. As you said, this year is not peaceful and eventful, so its launch requires more stringent review."

"Oh." The person who received the answer did not delve into it and continued to read the judge's work notes.

Is it less of a worry? Perturabo BC took a deep look at Ramizane, who was flipping through the books brought from the Iron Blood Library with great interest, and then glanced at all the Astartes working in the store.

Wherever his majestic (?) gaze reached, everyone shrank back and suddenly began to focus all their attention on the work at hand, fearing that -

"Geratos!"

The Black Templar priest brother who was called out showed a desperate expression, while the others breathed a sigh of relief and looked at him with gratitude and pity.

The champion priest who had argued with many men and who was said to have later fought a battle with an agent of the State Church and a fanatic assassin with his priestly staff outside the church now looked ready to die.

Geratos, who was wearing a white shirt, black waiter vest and trousers, and a white barista apron when working, put the tray back and walked in front of the Archon (?) who called his name.

"Your Excellency." He said reluctantly, controlling his facial expression. Who let the Holy Remains and consciousness of the Father of Genes be clearly grasped by the Lord of Steel in front of him? Geratos! Today is the day to endure humiliation and practice, for Dorne! For the Grand Marshal! - As for preaching? That's work. Work is work, and fighting is fighting. This is a trick that Brother Likewen, a priest, secretly taught him to continue his normal life here, and Brother Geratos, a priest, deeply agrees with this. "Today, an Eldar ark will pass through the nearby webway gate."

The priest was refreshed, and looked at the Lord of Steel in disbelief, his eyes gleaming. What? It wasn't about finding lost cats and dogs, or arresting drunken hooligans one by one and sending them to the detention center to sober up (this was a new institution established by Dynasty security guards), or escorting space school ships, which were trivial matters?

Eldar Ark! He knew this kind of structure. It was a large ship where those abominable pointy-eared aliens lived. These ships were very large and self-sustaining. However, because they often appeared and disappeared mysteriously, even the Black Templars, who were famous for their expeditionary fleets, had few chances to track them down and attack them. Could it be that...

The Emperor's Champion Priest of the Black Templar's face suddenly flushed.

Yes, for some reason he, as a priest, also received the blessing of divine revelation. In his dream, he saw the saints on earth and the Father in heaven. Perhaps this was the divine blessing brought to them by being so close to the Primarch. (Although according to the investigation of a certain confused black and white dog tyrant afterwards, it was found that the most likely reason was that a certain librarian who read books hastily did not understand the specific division of responsibilities within the Black Templar, which led to the collective blessing event, but he quickly deleted the file.)
"——We are going to send a team to contact the other party. You will lead, go back and prepare. If you don't understand, you can ask Magna or Whiterace."

Geratos was struck by lightning.

But the last name he heard made him ecstatic again -

——The Black Templars have suspected the identity of Whiterace for a long time! After all, some details of his movements and sword-holding habits are hard not to notice, but they have never been allowed to have any contact with him alone. This time...

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It was inevitable and could not be stopped or delayed. At the end of the 41st millennium, the galaxy once again fell into an unprecedented crisis.

This is the darkest moment, a crisis of survival for billions of lives. Even alien or heretical prophets, sorcerers and fortune-tellers can draw such a sign. The star of death hangs equally above the heads of most people.

The world of the Dharma Ending Age is nothing more than this.

——Hong Suo stood in the command center, looking at the scene in front of him expressionlessly.

Right in front of him, the Lord of the XIII Legions who had been glorious ten thousand years ago, the thirteenth son of the Emperor of Mankind, the Primarch of the Ultramarines and most of the Astartes in the galaxy, the noble commander and wise Archon, the Lord of the Five Hundred Sectors of Ultramar, the resurrected His Highness Robouti Guilliman, was driving a star fortress called the Indomitable that was larger than dozens of battleships combined...

Go on a cosmic spree.

Considering who was actually inside the Inflexible's reactor core, they could also say the Ultramarines' Primarch was racing a Word Bearers Dark Apostle. This was also recorded in ancient times... right?

This is also one aspect of the Dharma Ending Age!

"I am beginning to understand the Khan." When the Primarch said this, he was sitting on the mechanical throne, using his brain to calculate energy distribution and fine-tune the flight attitude of the ship, which mortals could not see clearly, while his son Hestia - the remaining part, assisted him.

But I think that Khan may not be driving like you do, using harmonics, dynamic data and computational simulators...

Although he thought so in his heart, he would not say it out loud.

"Performing multi-directional adjustments and high-speed obstacle avoidance activities in the astral sea really helped me get into a coordinated state more quickly... and..." Guilliman pondered for a moment, "It was very relaxing, and made me feel full of motivation to embark on the journey again."

"Indeed, sir." The master of potions replied with a wry smile, "How lucky we are to have so much time to practice before entering the Red Pirates' defense range."

"You can't blame me for this." After spending some time together, the blond Primarch has become very familiar with the Iron Warrior in his real dream - is he a little tall? - and there are no more disguised conversations. He smiled, "Although you said that we have a built-in navigation brain - I hope you can release this poor guy from his jar someday - I also want to try a short-distance jump here so that we can reach our destination faster, but every time I want to do this, the reactor will jump out of the offline warning, there is no way. Without the activation of the warp engine, we can't jump into the warp at all. To repair this kind of equipment alone, perhaps your father can do it, my brother Vulkan can do it, and Ferrus is even more -"

He paused, a pain of remembering "reality" entangled his brows. Guilliman paused for a moment, and changed the subject in a slightly relaxed but not frivolous tone.

"However, we are not far from the contact distance of the Great Vortex's 'overlap line'. According to my calculations using the existing data and Hestia, we will reach the contact coordinates you provided in about four hours and enter the overlapping area of ​​the subspace and the physical space."

"That's great news, sir." The master of potions looked deep, "We may run into patrols or other people at any time. Should you start... adapting in advance?"

Robert Guilliman nodded slightly. "Indeed, I want to adjust my pace and habits to be... rougher? More unruly? Or? What kind of behaviors and catchphrases are popular among pirates nowadays? For example, doubling all adjectives or saying 'yo ho ho' when laughing?"

"...That's not the case, sir." Hong Suo finally revealed an elusive smile and took out a manual from his waist bag. "This is the disguise I prepared for you, so you'd better read this manual in advance."

"Manuscript?" The Thirteenth Primarch, who activated the Iron Blood's special Phantom Camouflage and shrunk his body to the size of an ordinary Astartes, took the manual from him, "This identity...?"

He looked at Hong Suo, who was still smiling, in confusion, and then began to adjust the details and features of his appearance one by one according to what was written.

(End of this chapter)