Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 405: You said numerology is true?

[Every time, when I was about to forget how outrageous and dark the universe we were in was because of the happy life on the Destiny Steel, there were always some people or things that reminded me. ]

When Perturabo's soul and flesh once again wandered the streets of Wandering Port to admire this port hive that had become more vibrant, Ramizarn commented in his heart as he looked at the cloned human children with wings made of tin and iron-gray skin of the dead flying around with their anti-gravity devices above the heads of wealthy businessmen or nobles who were looking for opportunities and showing off their wealth, or the cute and stiff heads made of metal leaning against each other as if intimately, emitting a set, vague, electronic laughter that imitated the giggles of children.

[Obviously, corruption is always hidden in some supposedly pure use. The most common use for which they are made is the singing of sacred Scriptures and sacred hymns.]

Perturabo BC replied while sitting in the mecha he used when he went out. He was standing next to himself, who was wearing the highest level of illusion camouflage, pretending to be a highly modified combat servitor with not so advanced technology and not so "regular" appearance - a bit confusing but true.

The interior space of his favorite Contemptor Dreadnought was undoubtedly larger and more comfortable for the dog, but if he and Ramizane were to go out shopping here, driving a Dreadnought would still be a little ostentatious.

But what was more troubling to someone was the size of the Primarch himself.

[…Sometimes I really wonder, your father…]

【Don’t mention that word.】

[…Well, sometimes I really wonder why the one who sits on the throne of Terra made all of you descendants so huge? It must be intentional, but why? ]

They walked up the stairs along the upper level of the Void Port. The shoulder-to-shoulder pilgrims and people who wanted to get as much luck as possible before going out for adventure made the interior of Wandering Port full of tourists all the time. There were people everywhere, and even the evil in the darkness of the lower decks and mezzanines had to retreat because of the indigestible influx of people - it was even said that many mutants and criminals had temporarily retired from the world of crime.

One reason is that the open "stationing" of the Emperor Angels here has given some people a possible deterrent effect or made the people behind them more cautious, making the order here appear to be much more orderly; another reason is that there are so many people coming here now, so many people at the bottom of the society can still make a living by begging or working as guides.

This made Ramizane feel somewhat relieved as he walked about the positive changes brought about by their settlement here. On the other hand, if they could completely take over this place, and conduct a national census, a health campaign in the city, etc., the city appearance and business environment would surely become better...

"Maybe he just thinks bigger is better, more is beautiful." Perturabo replied coldly.

[I think he wants you to be unable to hide among the common people. It is much more difficult to hide with this size than others. It is easy to change the appearance with makeup, additional implants, shells and illusion camouflage, but the size itself is difficult to change... You see, in this kind of crowd density, the mismatch between the naked eye and the collision volume will make the disguise easy to be exposed.] As he said this, Ramizarn dodged a passerby who was squeezed towards him, but in the eyes of others, this merchant inexplicably turned sideways when he was still a few feet away from others, as if he had a strange obsession with cleanliness, or was too nervous, or too arrogant.

[I told you that you don't have to think so practically when using these things. Difficult to lurk? And what about my nineteenth brother who is extremely good at hiding... The illusion camouflage device can fold and change part of the light and space, so that the user's appearance matches the volume of space. The body size of the imperial guards is also larger, but I have never heard of them using the same equipment for various secret operations or talking about this collision volume problem when they were playing the damn blood game - they sometimes even eat and live with mortals. ] [Do you know the details of the blood game? It turns out that illusion camouflage can really be so unreasonable... Okay, I will try to believe it next. Hey, wait, since the technology in this area is so advanced, it involves some space principles, small equipment can achieve this level, your limitations in space navigation... Is the development of technology so lame? ]

[You'll know the blood game after seeing it many times. There are always fools who fail.] The dog commented in confusion. [Yes, this is the (Ancient Terra swear word) damn universe we are in now. Old Night, aliens, heresy and black technology are like magic everywhere. We also have real psychic witchcraft and magic, but no matter whether it is so-called "pure" technology or "heretical" technology, the human race's space travel and ultra-long-distance instant communication are stuck.]

[You don't look like you're in a better mood because of shopping. Sigh, you used to like this kind of activity with me... But I remember that you didn't like places with too many people when you went out for a walk... Why did you take the initiative to drag me to the Wandering Port to hang out today? ]

[It's not for this.] Perturabo was in a bad mood and turned the exquisite small clock in his arms. [The flow of people here is more and more complicated, and the interweaving of the fate lines is more subtle. I will try to see if I can hit a suitable knot of fate line to make it work according to the predetermined amplitude or at least work. - I am now beginning to doubt how much technology that the old skeleton used to make the original clock was mixed with the suspicious subspace skills that he did not mention.]

[I thought that with your caution and habits, you would have thoroughly studied its principles and technology and proved its safety before using it during the process of making it? ]

The dog snorted in anger and mercilessly stepped on a Ratling who was blocking the way. The latter jumped away with the agility unique to their tribe and cursed loudly. Ramizarn gave the other party an apologetic smile and quickly pulled Perturabo forward a few steps.

[Usually, this is the case!] Perturabo's heartbeat sounded particularly cold, [but the premise is that there are not so many subspaces, multi-layer transition concepts and numerology stuff mixed in.]

[Wait a minute!] Ramizarn raised his eyebrows in surprise, and at the same time kindly rejected a young girl who came up to him and asked if he wanted to buy some flowers and candles for the pilgrimage. [Does numerology really exist?! I thought...]

[Why doesn't it exist?] Perturabo asked rhetorically.

[I thought it was just Mortarion's imagination...]

[When one has reached his level of psychic power, even his imagination can be pretty accurate, just like...] The dog continued to stare at the clock in his arms, which was ticking steadily and motionlessly. Suddenly, its hands shook.

Perturabo's pupils narrowed.

(End of this chapter)