Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 403: Being Too Normal and Out of Place with the Universe
Contrary to the seemingly relaxed atmosphere every day at Roaming Port, everyone is actually maintaining a strangely relaxed atmosphere.

The current head of the Carosini Dynasty, the body of the Fourth Primarch, is still writing furiously today with a painful look on his face and under great pressure for his Millennium Plan.

“Why… why… don’t you fight like this…! Damn sense of responsibility…!”

On the other side, the black and white demon tyrant squatted on his desk thoughtfully, looking at the beautiful antique clock-shaped timer decorated with gold, silver and bones in front of him, then frowned his furry eyebrows, raised his paw, and pushed this great invention disguised as a clock.

The miniature St. Christal clock was shaken by the dog's paws and made a clicking sound, but it still moved its hands steadily and peacefully. It looked like a working but ordinary model of a table clock.

"Tsk..."

It stands to reason that with the "stability" provided by a certain stone and the obvious increase in Ramezane's power, this genius time-positioning device should be even more useful, but Perturabo BC discovered a problem that he had never encountered in this universe and therefore had not anticipated.

- For example, if a space-time jump positioning stabilizer is too "stable", it will also cause its working condition to be too "stable" - that is, it will become unable to actively disturb the surface of space-time and send people to where they want to go!

It's really unprecedented that there is not enough variation!

The dog thought angrily, and someone behind the curtain increased the intensity of the blessing with approval, while Perturabo began to remotely activate his private laboratory to prepare for debugging this mini clock.

This is ridiculous! This clock can't even cause enough disturbance because all the laws are so stable here! But it doesn't matter... I am Perturabo, the one who knows the most about technological creation in the galaxy! Just do this... and then that... and then start the life support module... and run the part connected to the Thinker...

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After Mr. Ramizhane Carlosini worked overtime and consumed countless cups of Reka coffee, the first part of the plan, which mainly summarized the current list of forces and related planning contents at hand, was finally released.

"Oh my God! I can't believe I've already done the first part!" moaned someone who finally happily slumped into an office chair adjusted to a comfortable reclining angle and enjoyed a massage.

"Very good, you see, this can be done. Now let's take a look at it together."

After first browsing through the forging world they currently own (which is being repaired, the good news is that it has a mechanical ark that can make ship weapon arrays, the bad news is that it cannot build ships at present), a small Titan legion (also being repaired), an agricultural world (the good news is that it can produce salmon, tuna and mantis shrimp, the bad news is that it can only produce seafood on the gout menu), and an inhabited world (the good news is that the climate is good and the population quality is high, the bad news is that all its humans and demihumans add up to only a little over 10 million, and the number of auxiliary troops recruited has to be very limited, not to mention the selection of Astartes).

As for ships, there was only one Glorious Queen-class Iron Blood, one strike cruiser Inevitable Retribution (which had now been blatantly counted as theirs), and a mere one thousand Astartes and Dreadnoughts, even if all the odds and ends were added up.

Afterwards, the Fourth Primarch's body and soul sighed at the same time.

"Oh my god, we are so weak... Alas, but at least we have finally gathered a full regiment! This is still very gratifying! Finally a full regiment!!!" "Damn, there are too many broken pieces of stone on that broken stone here!"

"...Uh, did you just notice now? You didn't use him..."

"It's one thing for me to order Hong Suo to use the seeds extracted from that guy to transform and train soldiers for my army. It's another thing for these annoying guys to come here on their own!"

"...Let me be frank. If we don't find our Master Alchemist and his apprentice, the combined number of the Imperial Fists and the Black Templars here will be ten to one compared to the Iron Warriors... Why does it feel even more hellish? Besides, at most there are only enough for one chapter, but the vehicles and aircraft can be used to steal your inventory... (The dog snorted coldly)"

Ramizane calculated for a long time, "This is just a drop in the bucket... It's too weak. Compared with the size of the Empire, it will be painful to lose one if we fight against the well-known ones in Chaos... It feels like even fighting Titanium will be very difficult!"

"...You...why do you think so?!" Perturabo's ears stood up and he swung his tail back and forth angrily. "Can't you think of something that will benefit our...morale and other aspects?! Don't think so practically? Can't you think for us like those island chroniclers who don't understand mathematics and logic?!"

The dog shouted loudly through the electronic loudspeaker and telepathic communication at the same time.

"If you think so realistically, how long will it take for us to conquer this sub-sector... er, expand our trade scope?!"

"But I can't help it! You told me to give it a new concept, so first I have to have an idea, right? My idea has to be normal, right? What good person has such outrageous ideas as those outrageous things!"

"Wouldn't this turn our advantage into a disadvantage?!" the dog shouted, "You can't use normal people's thinking to deal with unreasonable things in this unreasonable universe! Forget about the Tyranids! What are you going to do when you encounter those green-skinned beasts?! What about the state religion?! What about the various orders of the Inquisition?! And those psykers and psionic things, these things and people are unreasonable in everything!"

"I know what you mean... but if you ask me to abandon the underlying logic that I'm used to, and think of those wild ideas, it's impossible. I'm not used to it, and the concepts I give to many things here are based on this underlying logic. You want me to completely overturn it suddenly. It's neither feasible nor possible, Pepe baby."

"Hmph." Perturabo snorted. "To be honest, although this is a very annoying side effect, I also like this aspect of you."

"Oh right." Ramizane took a sip of Reka coffee and suddenly remembered something before talking about the next thing. "The message that Magna sent to the entire galaxy due to a mistaken operation... How come no one seemed to hear it? Although the Black Templars said they would come here because they heard this news... But there is nothing else?"

"Shut up! What else do you expect if nothing weird suddenly appears? Don't let your imagination run wild and disrupt your plans."

"Oh... then let's take a look at the next one..."

(End of this chapter)