Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 374 The Terrible Conclusion
The shuttle dock area at Wandering Port
Another busy day begins
Customs officers with tired faces, patrol officers from the Ministry of Justice, merchants of all sizes, and captains crowded together. More pilgrims with pious and dusty looks mixed here into a big pot of colorful and bustling "porridge", and the shuttles of various colors and models flying in, circling or flying out around the edge were like birds on the edge of the crowd.

A Stormbird, strikingly painted in the rust red and icecap blue colors of the Bellakarn Forge World and with huge gears, skulls and tower logos, could not break into the dock in a low-key manner. In front of and beside it, a large group of panicked small antique shuttles or new commercial shuttles were dispersed from the dock like a group of frightened seagulls.

As this expensive and proud vehicle docked under perfect mechanical control, a group of visitors walked out. Their bizarre and huge shapes, their terrifying aura of keeping strangers away, forced the bustling crowd here to make way for them, for fear that if they walked a step slower they would have their heads chopped off on the spot and made into servo skulls.

“ERRRRR——”

[What are you doing?! Why are you making such a strange noise in this situation?!]

[Ah, what's wrong, Pepe? I just feel very stressed, my head is itchy, and I can't stretch comfortably. I stretched my waist in the cockpit and made this sound unconsciously. ]

[…Don’t do this next time. After all, we didn’t come here alone, and this isn’t an uninhabited place—you don’t have any shame, but I do! My face is much more valuable than yours! Please be aware of this, okay? ! ]

[Oh ok, can I make this sound here? ]

【…】

[…Is it not possible?]

[…No, just post it here. If you have any strange ideas, just tell me here. ——Especially! Don’t! Tell! Magna strange stories without permission!!]

[ERRRRRR——Okay, now both sides feel better. Hey! Those are just some stories I read in Ancient Terra, what's the big deal? Or——]

The speaker suddenly put his external mechanical face, which was wearing an Ohm Messiah robe with a red hood, a long curved neck and multiple emerald-like electronic eyes, in front of Perturabo, who was disguised as a Fortress-class mecha belonging to the Mechanicum, and asked, "——Will there be any serious consequences if I tell him a story?"

[…No, it won’t.] The dog answered calmly behind his smooth armor mask sensor, [But inappropriate language and story content are also extremely detrimental to the child’s mental growth and cognitive habits, even if the child is as tall as an adult. Let me remind you that Magna has only been socialized for less than a year.]

[Okay.] Mr. Ramizane Kalosini, who was disguised as a technical sage sent by the forge world of Bellakarn, shrugged in his cockpit. [It's really strange to hear such words coming from your mouth. I think if your offspring or other crew members heard it, the devastating effect would be much greater than the happy and relaxing sound I just made. Perturabo! Care about the spiritual growth and cognitive education of children!]

[I spent eight months painstakingly writing Magna's personality code. You know, for a being like me who can calculate trillions of numbers in a millisecond, it took me eight months to complete a personality code task. Then I personally taught him and gave him his first pronunciation, first word, and first name in this universe. This is different from my...]

The Border Collie seemed to choke suddenly as he discovered what terrible conclusion his inference would lead to.

【It's normal to treat Magna as your own child, and it's also normal to treat precious works or items that you've put your heart and soul into as your own children. Don't be embarrassed, Pepe, you've raised hundreds of thousands of offspring, and you still mind this. You're so cute! But in this case, at least we only need to enjoy the pleasant process of knowledge inculcation and education and learning with a child who can take care of himself and has a strong learning ability, without having to bear the terrible one or two years of getting up at night, making milk powder, changing diapers, or the high blood pressure and anger that lasts for several years when you can't explain a question clearly after talking for three hours... Hey, it seems that Magna is really a perfect child! Great, for this, when we find Lucius and return to the ship, I will reward him with something I just made-】【Before you reward him anything, you'd better show it to me first. 】The Shepherd said sarcastically,【The "Super Power! Super Power! Super Power!" mini gyro engine you rewarded him last time was finally proved that he could use it to modify it and ride a hoverboard above the corridor of the entire Iron Blood, causing the black fanatics and yellow stones who witnessed this incident to have a collective crisis of faith again-the Lord of the Armory has complained to me about the surge in the number of applications submitted in the past few days, wanting to modify their power armor and even Terminators and Centurions into rear-mounted flight engine forms.】

[Uh—you don’t mean to tell me that the Armory can even transform something this powerful—]

[The Armory can be so crazy, but the Armory refuses to be so crazy. 】

[Well, if that's the case, why not just have the Armory send a Tech-Priest or a Tech-Sage disguised as Carrick? From any angle, it would be more appropriate than us wandering around here, right? Although this identity is indeed an impeccable reason for entry. ]

[…Of course, that’s because there is only one technical sage in the armory. He needs to maintain the normal operation of the entire armory and has no time to split himself and come.]

[What? Wait? You said there was only one Tech-Priest in our armory from beginning to end? But that's not true...]

[At least there has always been only one since you saw him. He is the Grand Sage of Domination, the Master of Alchemy, the Sage of Biology, the Thinker of Logical Mysticism, the Master of the Forge, and the Data Craftsman.]

[So what we see is...? ]

[They are all subordinate mechas who serve him alone or his self-sustaining flesh and blood clones - he inserted biological cores into some cloned and modified flesh... Well, no, in your understanding, he inserted his own clone wetware and some backup logic data to deal with and handle some unimportant daily tedious affairs.]

[…For some reason this statement sounds a little familiar.]

【Perhaps Om Messiah believers like to do this. 】

The Astartes-looking mecha sent by Magna to "protect them", which he claimed he made together with the Armory, followed them silently without saying a word.

Only in the eyes of many of the most devout Anglican pilgrims.

This silent warrior is faintly emitting a sacred light.

(End of this chapter)