Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 392 Terminator Massage Chair
"The Carrick Drilling Team continues to carefully clean up their latest find - it looks like a big one! Hopefully something better than the badly damaged Eldar Titan they found last time... But the global mapping of Pearl Moon will be completed in 1444 standard minutes... At last - uh-huh! This six and a half month, troublesome job will be completed!"

Mr. Carlosini, who was bored (?) and began to stretch his limbs on the new multifunctional office chair he ordered from the armory with the heating and massage mode turned on, made a very indecent sound again, and began to imagine that he might get a short vacation to do many things that he had not dared to do since discovering the new world but now seemed to be able to do.

For example, you can take a speedboat for a ride on the huge sea surface of Pearl Moon, dig out some prehistoric corals or sea lilies in the shallow water, catch a few beautiful sea fish, and come back to build a super-large salt water tank and place it in front of the hangar and main boarding entrance of the Destiny Steel - well, putting a large fish tank at the entrance, the blending of flowing air and water will make the life on the ship even better.

Or maybe, in the biological activity areas in Carrick that are very similar to those in Ancient Terra, maybe we can find more useful or culinary plants and animals if we go down further? And hiking on the glacier with his beloved dog and watching the sunrise is also a rare experience - he would have to order a set of handsome dog goggles and snow for Perturabo - oh, no need, he would definitely drive his Contemptor Fearless - well, it should be said that hiking with his beloved dog and hiking with the Fearless seemed to be a bit different from the beautiful picture in his mind...

- God, after experiencing the trial version of "Supernatural Combat Instinct" given by Curze, he has to say that his own ataxia is really a mountain that stands in the way of many wonderful leisure travel plans. Otherwise, he really wants to take Perturabo to run at lightning speed on the tundra of Carrick - Oh, by the way, I wonder if I can find species similar to sheep or black-faced sheep in this 40K universe...

Why was it that Coze could do it so smoothly just by "thinking" at that time? After thinking about it, Ramizane concluded that it was probably because Coze's "soul" was still in the same body with him at that time, so as long as he "thought", Coze could use his instincts and experience to help him do what he wanted.

Now Perturabo's soul was obviously separated from him in two bodies, so unfortunately, he only had the hardware of the original body, but the driver software had completely inherited all the inconveniences of the original librarian, and most of the time he could only serve as a self-propelled advanced meditator wetware for the busy demon sheepdog.

As the saying goes, "A vast amount of knowledge flows across my smooth cerebral cortex like a receding tide, leaving no trace and even making it smoother."

Oh, let's think about something happy. For example, Makado opened a floating equipment store based on the gadgets he made. Although he took a part of the income himself, it was really nice to get money without doing anything.

Without anyone saying anything, the former regent sent the dividends of the technical shares in advance. Ramizarn looked at this part of the money and thought that if it was only used for his own food, drink, entertainment and modification of individual equipment, it would actually be considerable. However, if he wanted to use it to fulfill his vision for the future, even if he filled it all into the small coffers of the war group, it might just be enough for the first company to attack a battle... Alas! When the cannons sounded, there was a lot of gold. War was really an art of burning money. It was very expensive just to maintain combat readiness. Fortunately, the armory of the Destiny Steel could meet most of their daily training equipment and material needs.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but worry again: their armory, which used to be obscure and only provided equipment and maintenance services reliably, seemed to have become more active recently. Perturabo told him that it was because "our armory has just completed its self-upgrade and awakened a more advanced forge, so now everyone can order more products and customized works from him."

It is indeed possible, and it is done very well. You can even ask the other party not to use so many wet parts. It is almost similar to the pure mechanical products of Ancient Terra in Ramizane's memory. However, the armory is a bit unyielding in charging for customized products. What should I do? Isn't this the armory affiliated with the Iron... Destiny Steel?

"Your bill." When Zizi happily received the customized new multifunctional heated massage office chair, the robot who delivered the chair handed over a data pad with the Sage's signature in a cold but polite manner.

Then, Ramizane, who was caught off guard, gritted his teeth and paid the bill with the name "Galipo Decima Sage - Silver Skull (IW) - Source Relics" at the end. He turned around and went to Perturabo BC to discuss the matter.

"Why did you only tell the Armory that more products can be ordered but didn't tell him that he would charge for them?! And it's so expensive?! Clearly, I heard Magna say that he had ordered a very useful improved mecha for free, so I ordered this ridiculously expensive chair!" "The War Covenant of the Decima Sage and his base ship are indeed at our service." The voice of the Primarch Bian Mu was full of devilishness, "But the service agreement I signed with this war scholar only states that his forge will provide us with all possible war supplies, scientific research and maintenance services, and that his battle group will provide assistance when necessary. - Your chair is completely a private civilian product. How does it have anything to do with war? Besides, it's a personalized order, so it's completely normal to spend more money, right?"

"The mecha that Magna likes so much and wears every day is so complicated, but he doesn't charge for it! It's obviously a customized one!"

"But that was a prototype of the Soryu-type mecha that was improved upon the Soryu-type and the Slave-type. That thing... that mecha itself was a war tool with a purpose that couldn't be more clear. It was the ultimate embodiment of a soldier. So no matter how much Magna customized it, his requirements were still within the scope of service of the Decima Sage."

"...Look at Magna, he's been playing chess, watching the cafeteria, and shopping with him every day. He's just short of holding a bird cage leash in his hand... Does he look like he would use it as a tool of war?"

"The sage doesn't care what he uses the mecha for after he's done it. Whether it's a Death Slave or a Blue Bear mecha, the first use of their development and manufacturing is as a war tool. In this regard, Magna should have hit the jackpot by accident."

"What about my bill?!"

"Decima's fees should always be very reasonable." The dog raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "Didn't you just receive the dividends from Sir Kadu?"

"…This Ergonomic Massage Chair costs about the same as a new set of Carlosini Dynasty Terminators! Now I'll be reminded of this every time I sit on it!"

"Then just think of yourself as getting a massage from the Terminator."

"..."

"Wait," the dog called out to stop himself, who was about to give up and lie down in this expensive massage chair with tears of blood. "It just so happens that I have something to talk to you about."

(End of this chapter)