Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 365 Okay, One Last Time

Obscurity
Calixis sector
Roaming Port

"It feels more crowded here than the last time I was here. Look at the overbearing smell. Where is my private passage? Caruso."

Lady Elspeth Gorda, one of the most renowned Rogue Traders in the "Big Mouth" to Chronos Expanse and Lord Colonel of the Gorda Dynasty, stepped off her flagship, the "Relentless Flame", and arrived at the interior of Wandering Port along the port's outer passage.

Her servants and officers gathered around her, driving away anything or anyone that dared to approach her for the female leader of the Ghorda dynasty. Two servants, dressed in gorgeous clothes and with neatly combed hair, followed closely behind her, bending over to hold up the hem of the lord colonel's skirt, which was made of layers of expensive lace, silk, and rare metal armor and amulets engraved with protective spells.

"That's right, my respected mistress." The guards left here by the Ghorda Dynasty were leading the way for them. As a lady who could manage her power, fame and wealth to an equally astonishing level in this frontier area, Lady Elspeth did not need to stay in a public hotel. She owned several magnificent residences or manors near the central fortress of Wandering Port and in the asteroid belt of this galaxy.

"Your honorable private passage... I'm sorry, mistress. I've tried my best, but there are so many important people coming here recently that the best I can do is to keep our residence here..."

"Big shots? Many?" A gleam of displeasure flashed in the lord colonel's cold and ruthless gray eyes. "Is there any new discovery in this tiny place that I don't know about? Caruso, considering that I just came here to rest after returning from the outside of the giant mouth, you'd better tell me the matter briefly and clearly, because I am really in a bad mood now, and I really want to send you to a parade and whipping."

"My dear mistress," the poor fellow began to visibly tremble at the threat of the parade flogging, "Yes! The Chamber of Commerce, the many Dynasties, the Inquisition, the Ecclesiarchy, the great men and commissioners of the Imperial Navy, and even the incredible Miracle Angels of the Emperor... You will soon see why! We are about to pass by there!"

"Where?" The female lord's armored high-heeled boots clanged on the floor of the void nest, and the arc of electric whip flashed in her hand. "Isn't that direction the Court of the Dead where the faces of those losers are displayed? What else could it be--"

The sight of the crowds of people strangely arranged in rows like a coiled giant snake made her stop talking immediately.

"That's actually..." The hostess of the Ghorda Dynasty narrowed her eyes, "Oh? It just so happens..."

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at the same time
Calixis sector
Makanyi Machis sub-sector

Carrick Galaxy

Over Carrick

Iron Blood

The entire ship is now silent, the comfortable airflow in the air conditioner simulates the evening breeze with the smell of grass and fallen leaves, and the artificial lumen light is switching between the "cloudy moonlight night" mode.
Because the Iron Blood was now in an automatic cruising orbit around a star, except for Captain Bakhte Watt and his officers on duty on the bridge, the internal patrol team, and the main computing core that temporarily took over the work of the original super wetware to calculate and verify the massive mapping data - well - actually Perturabo's body - most of the members who were not on duty had already entered the charging, maintenance, meditation or rest procedures.

Perturabo BC squatted proudly on a suspended platform in the deepest part of the center of the mysterious treasure house in the core of the Iron Blood that did not exist in any reality or subspace dimension.

The blue and white lights illuminated the Iron Lord's labyrinth treasury laboratory, which was mainly composed of silver, black and gold, as bright as day.

On the grim face of the black and white lace sheepdog, a pair of bright brown almond eyes were staring closely at the body of the Primarch, which was entangled and held up by numerous cables and tubes in the huge life support cabin, sleeping in the center. He did not miss any subtle fingertip tremors on the body, or any changes in the details on its face.

Over and over again, he painstakingly manually adjusted Magna Dorn's program time to "start". With every internal turn and change, Perturabo would carefully observe whether Rog Dorn's stone-carved face sleeping in the artificial amniotic fluid would have any flaws.

Of course, so far, he has gained nothing.

Angron and Kadur both asked through external communications, and unsurprisingly, the black and white furry tyrant answered them with a perfunctory but still perfunctory attitude.

However, there was one person's problem that Perturabo BC could not avoid in any way.

"...I say, Pepe baby, when will this end?"

Ramizarn sat helplessly on a chair dragged to the side. Thick biological cable interfaces and relay lines extended from the multiple interfaces on both sides of his skull to a series of additional connection ends on the spine on his back. Except for the power lines, the other ends of these cables were connected to the interfaces of the life support cabin where Rog Dorn was sleeping. The unique biological wetware in the universe was actually performing super real-time calculations with some common resources.

He looked at the holographic projection automatic terrain sand table that was temporarily dragged over to the side of the maintenance cabin. It showed the precise terrain map of the Wall of Satnain and the dynamic markings of the military situation. The projection models of characters and vehicle chess pieces of all sizes and very delicate were dyed with colors according to their respective affiliations, and vividly represented their forces and the degree of the battle situation in their respective positions on the sand table.

"It's been almost two hours," he said. "I don't know what you're doing, but thank you. I've experienced firsthand what it's like to be on the Iron Blood without a cute machine spirit that can walk around and talk to humans and machines. - When can you end this temporary test and release little Magna?"

"You're just bored because you have to sit here and debug." The border collie glanced at someone and said, "And I think it's fun to watch others complete the game, but he hasn't been able to advance much known progress, so you used the link to secretly put in your impression of Sigismund to try to cheat for him, right? The one with the colorful clouds under his feet and the golden armor on his body. Fortunately, I modified the parameters in time to make him look at least a little bit more presentable."

"Hey! You figured it out! Ahem! Uh-huh! But Sigismund who can use a frisbee also - no, I mean, if you really think that Magna's recent data is not stable enough and needs debugging, why did you connect to Rog Dorn to set up such a specific scenario to run the test code?"

"Oh." The dog said vaguely, "After all, you know, Magna was written based on this stone as a certain foundation and template, so it is normal to link his main body to retrieve historical data and set the scene during debugging."

"That makes sense. Okay, I'm going to take a nap. Will that affect your debugging?"

"No. Go to sleep." The sheepdog wagged its tail impatiently.

After the iron rings brought the bed, quilt, pillow, eye mask and pajamas, someone lay down comfortably and handed over his brain to continue to be used as a super processor.

The dog secretly breathed a sigh of relief and turned his gaze to the Seventh Primarch who still looked like a statue sealed in the blue crystal.

Rogal Dorn's face looked as calm as ever.

"Perhaps I am really mistaken?" Perturabo BC frowned his furry brows. "Well, for the last time..."

(End of this chapter)