Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 529: The Hand-Rubbed Sacred Armor Is Very Useful
At the other end of time and space, the battle that took place on Cadia, which eventually split the entire galaxy into two and caused the turbulence of all time and space to sweep to the corners of every timeline, was inevitably advancing towards the most brutal and heroic climax.

At the other end of time and space, at the edge of the boundary between light and darkness that illuminates the Milky Way, on the other side of the Eye of Terror, in a remote star region that only adventurers and missionaries would consider going to, the third phase of the expansion project of Wandering Port has come to an end.

In just a few short months that forced all the people, officers and priests who were accustomed to the speed of the Empire to sincerely believe that this was a "miracle", this place, which was once called the "Little Hive" by the sailors and workers who found joy in misery, has begun to transform from a transit terminal port converted from an old naval star fortress that was originally about the same size as the landing port to a place that can truly be called the "Void Hive".

Its rock foundation has become larger and tighter after dozens of asteroids were captured and riveted together in the second and third phases. Now, after a larger and more powerful new reactor core was buried and successfully ignited, this artificially "filled" planet has a larger surface area and a new standard artificial gravity. People are pleasantly surprised to find that the air layer here has become thicker, and fresh oxygen and other gases have been added to the circulation. Even if the protective shield fails, the artificial atmosphere of the Wandering Port will not dissipate immediately.

With the new atmosphere, the color of the sky changed. Now, due to the combined effect of Rayleigh scattering and other factors, Wandering Port began to have a soft, dim blue-purple sky like the one seen high in the sky above Terra, instead of the original black. Sometimes there would even be very thin white clouds floating by.

In addition, in response to the problem of scarce fresh water resources, in addition to the fact that the Kalosini Dynasty began to organize fleets to travel far into the deep space outside the galaxy to catch more small comets containing water, the daily supply of sacred hot water is still sufficient, which keeps the people's hearts here at a fairly acceptable level of fluctuation - after all, if a person's daily basic drinking water can be guaranteed to be available at any time, warm and clean, then there will be very few people who will take risks for a sip of water.

And idlers? Rogues? Scoundrels? Oh, God-Emperor, the docks are now full of predators, so how can there be any idle labor force left out! The scoundrels have their own "security guard" patrols that seem to have no sleep and have endless energy every day to deal with. These proud and powerful Emperor Angels obey the Archons and are regarded as another strong proof of the ancient and powerful Kalosini Dynasty. Although every new tourist or person who comes to look for opportunities will be shocked by their majestic appearance, some pilgrims will even worship devoutly from the dock to the "Holy Torch".

But the judges of different factions in the Inquisition would always raise questions about the legality and procedurality of this practice in different ways, especially what was the intention of so many Emperor Angels staying in such a marginal port? And every time, the Rogue Traders would use a simple and crude method to refute the doubts of these judges: the higher the rank, the more powerful the person. - No matter how advanced the secret orders and codes of the Inquisition the other party could come up with, they would always find a higher level. So unknowingly, a large number of members of the Inquisition who tried to find the flaws of the two mysterious twin archons gathered here, but according to unreliable rumors, many of them tried to sneak into restaurants and specialty stores and then disappeared without a trace, not even a distress signal or other words could be leaked.

Oh, there are still some. It is said that a very powerful senior member of the Calixis Conclave managed to transfer a powerful Callidus assassin, using her ability to transform and stealth to sneak in, so as to see what dark secrets are hidden here. This assassin is indeed a leader in her temple. Before losing contact, she managed to send a fuzzy audio that made the Inquisitors rack their brains, "...black...no...white and gold...knight...serenity..."

In short, these are things that ordinary people and law-abiding good people don't have to worry about. Leave the masters' affairs to the masters themselves. People only know that there are good job opportunities everywhere! It's not the kind of empty adventure that only the most desperate bankrupts, gamblers, or ambitious adventurers and devout and fanatical missionaries would participate in before!

Instead, there will always be new, stable local jobs being discovered from the Carlosini dynasty's endless stream of decrees that make people's lives comfortable and convenient.

Today, this previously unknown dynasty of wandering traders is undoubtedly the ruling dynasty in Wandering Port, and every newcomer will be shocked at first by what they see and hear on their first day, but then most people will become fascinated by this place and begin to consider local housing prices, cost of living and other issues.

Even the heads of the most unruly and old-established traveling merchant families in the Halo star cluster have now become vassals of the Kalosini Dynasty. As for whether these vassals made the decision after they attended the mysterious "holy communion banquet" in the "delicious and nutritious" restaurant named "Yan Zhimen", or were persuaded in a friendly manner by the "Kalosini Dynasty Security Guards" team who "boarded" them in the distant deep space, it is no longer important in people's discussion.

Now the people working in photosynthetic farms, hydroponic crop bases, schools, canteens, shipyards and construction camps are more concerned about the passionate sermons of the reliable priests sent by the Emperor's Angels. For example, Reverend Lekewen's sermons on how to deal with disturbing family relationships and strange void images are very popular among spiritually sensitive people who want quiet, while Reverend Geratos's sermons are more passionate. He will be responsible for appearing more often in occasions where encouragement is needed, and begin to lead the singing of beautiful and powerful short hymns. The workers' labor will become more rhythmic and powerful - Reverend Geratos will really use his terrifyingly large scepter to drive away the devil of laziness for people!
"Hey, have you heard? The Archon has ordered the construction of a new deep-space water-collecting ship! Anyone with children of appropriate age should quickly transfer them to learn to be technical sailors!" In the Blind Bar, the workers who had just finished their afternoon shift and were sitting at the bar pricked up their ears and looked at the person who was speaking. This bar was originally located near the shuttle dock and was a favorite of merchants and traveling traders to temporarily recruit sailors. However, now its discerning and older boss who wanted more stability has moved it to the new work flight dock. It has become the first choice for workers to pass by after get off work and wait for the shuttle flight to take them back to the asteroid village where they live. Many of the latest policy information also enters the ears of the workers who have just got off work for the first time here.

"Really?" An elderly worker stroked his beard. He had a prosthetic leg and looked like a retired soldier. "Is your information reliable?"

"How can it be unreliable! This is information from the shipyard of the Machvorn Dynasty!"

"Lahari Mahvorn's family? He is a reliable man, but hasn't his family been acquired by the Carlosini Dynasty? Didn't they say they were going to form a joint venture?"

"Yes, they set up a holding joint venture. It is said that the Archon La Carlosini offered him a price that he could not refuse, and the technical advantages presented by Lord Pei Carlosini made old Lahari completely crazy. He took out all his belongings on the spot to join them. The shipyard of the Mahvorn family was also upgraded and renovated, and began to build ships for the Carlosini Dynasty. So this news is authentic. It was said by my second uncle's fourth niece and her cousin's wife."

"Is this lady the secretary of old Lahari?"

"Oh, no, no, it's better than that. She was Lahali's housekeeper, and she heard it when she served them coffee! So it's absolutely true! This is a big ship! It's also the fleet of the Carlosini Dynasty. It must be much better to stay on it than on a small boat!"

"The deep-space water-catching ship is very big?"

"It's huge! It's said that it can process comets, separate fresh water and freeze them directly in the cabin..."

The hopeful, animated voices of the workers drifted away on a breeze that blew playfully through the front door of Delicious and Nutritious, past the white-shirted arms of Torgarton as he served the food, past the temples of Lucius as he smiled and "dealt with" a difficult customer, and onto the book that Ramezane had just opened and read but hadn't finished yet by the window.

The hot steam from the Reka coffee floated in the air, and the countless pages of the book with "Creed in Cadia: A Strategic Review (Unabridged Edition)" on the title page began to turn strangely.

If there was a Lord of Change or a Tzeentch wizard here, they would surely make excited and joyful sounds and try to get it in their hands: on the pages of this book filled with words written in ink, countless words are constantly flashing, flowing, and changing, countless threads of fate are trembling uncertainly, the text describing a battle may have described a retreating defeat the moment before, and the next moment it becomes an exciting miracle, but people don’t know how it happened; or the description of a defensive commander being slaughtered alive by the invading Chaos Astartes in the sky changes to another description, countless possibilities are surging with the glimmer of countless souls, and every drop of ink in this record is now restlessly trying to find a definite new position to transform itself into a definite word. ——————————

At the same time, Iron…In the great library on the Destiny Steel.

Vitaliye, who was filling out a borrowing record at the door of the recently opened library, noticed that a bookcase on the side wall of the library had disappeared. Now there was a door decorated with water lilies, water birds and various animal shapes. Above the desert pyramid in the center of the door was an exquisite scarab and sun disc pattern made of colorful azure gems and platinum, and below it was a star made of amethyst that seemed to be cracked.

"Was there originally a door there...?" He raised his arm and poked Maxim next to him, who looked over there and said, "That was the bookcase used by the original Master Caretaker here." The adjutant of the Tenth Company, as the temporary commander in the absence of the company commander, walked over responsibly and cautiously, and reached out to try the door handle.

It was very solid and didn't move at all, as if it was grown on the wall. He twisted it carefully again, but nothing happened.

"It looks locked, so no matter what door it is, we shouldn't open it." Maxim has gotten used to not delving into anything on the Destiny Steel. There are too few people on this ship that is much larger than it looks. How can they have the time to delve into every detail? After all, they are very busy. They have to maintain the intensity of daily training, regularly clear out the green mushrooms, pink tentacles, purple bugs or other things that grow in the bottom warehouse, and hold reading clubs regularly to learn various knowledge, learn to write administrative documents and reports, and design more styles of movable high-structure fortifications that can be used in the next canteen -

"Just borrow the books and leave. Don't let this place be closed in the future. Our chapel doesn't have a pastor right now, and I don't want to listen to them arguing about how shoddy each other's sculptures and paint coatings are."

Vitalie nodded, and then the two silver-armored combat monks from the Tenth Company hurriedly left with the books that the entire company was going to read tonight, and did not forget to close the door of the library.

Nine seconds passed, the door handle turned nine times, and finally the scarab walked along the sun wheel nine times.

Silently, the door was opened from the inside. A trace of subspace energy leaked in and turned into a flying insect that was about to escape, but was caught by an invisible giant hand, crushed, and annihilated.

A tall figure with his whole body hidden under a hooded cloak hurried out of the door and then closed it tightly. The psychic mist enveloped him, making him look like a planet covered by thick clouds. The mysterious visitor seemed to be very familiar with this place. He turned his head slightly to look at the bookshelf, then chose a direction and walked into the depths of the bookshelves that cast layers of spiral shadows under the warm light.

After a while, he came out again, mumbling. "This record has not been proofread by Ramizane yet... Well, I thought I could take a look at it before arriving... Then I can only come back next time when the opportunity is right..."

The mysterious visitor left through the door he came in through.

The platinum scarab pushed the sun down nine times along the sun wheel, turned the handle back nine times, and finally after nine seconds, the gorgeous door disappeared, and a brass and wood bookshelf appeared in its place. The classification catalog label on the side showed that it belonged to one of the "Solar Star Region" row.

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Wandering in the harbor, Archon La Carlosini and his inseparable brother ended their routine walk and returned to the table. He picked up the book and said, "Although this is a battle record compiled afterwards, it is unexpectedly quite interesting. Alas, I remember that many people seemed to be unable to leave in the end and stayed on the torn Cadia and sank with it."

The black and white plush tyrant sat across from him, his eyes flickering, "Why, you want them to leave?"

"Ah, although I know that such a war will inevitably involve helpless sacrifices and helpless sacrifices, as well as unnecessary deaths that make people's blood pressure rise, but I still hope that when I watch it later, I can see the records of these brave people being able to evacuate as many as possible."

He shrugged. "After all, in a war like this, heroes tend to die faster than villains. I still hope there are more decent people here. Don't you?"

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At the other end of time and space, Hong Suo, who was standing beside Robert Guilliman and constantly building up the Black Templars, watched as the lines of data that kept flashing and jumping on the medical goggles finally stopped changing and stabilized.

He gave a genuine, barely perceptible smile.

(End of this chapter)