Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 423 Your clock is really good at playing tricks (two chapters in 4K4)

"Well, fun fact, you were there, right? Thanks for pointing that out."

The speaker's voice was clear and powerful, piercing through the darkness and across time.

somebody is coming.

A presence is about to arrive.

He spoke from behind broken, burned, and violently dismantled metal tunnels and doors.

The sound that vibrates from the vocal cords of metal that imitates flesh and blood most perfectly is as sonorous and harsh as the friction and knocking of steel, and as beautiful as a silver wind chime blown by the wind.

Fabius's body's physiological index exceeded the standard again, and his surgeon's surgical backpack began to automatically inject him. From an angle that the chief pharmacist couldn't see, this machine, which had been blessed enough by the warp, was still subconsciously rubbing its remaining appendages nervously, as if... as if it was something that really had its own consciousness.

A soft laugh seemed to come from the depths of the chaotic shadows of the burning forest of bones, but the owner of the laugh did not sound like he was laughing.

The three Iron Fathers of the Iron Hands and the Chief Librarian of Lakuan stood silently in place, like four black and silver memorial statues made of armor plates, cables and weapons. Only their bright red and silent sensors or servo skulls quietly turned their vision to the depths of the ruins.

The man that Iron Hands commemorates emerges from the other side of the passage.

Because the metal giant's body was too tall, his head was blocked by a large piece of sharp metal cabin floor hanging from the top.

For a moment it looked like he would have to bend down, or find some other way to get through in a less-than-graceful manner—but then the man casually raised his huge silver metal fist and, with one blow, shattered the obstacle in front of him.

"Pong!!"

Amid the flying debris and rising smoke of dust, a silver giant protected by the golden wings of a bird of prey strode out into the ruins of this artificially created forest of spirit bones.

Apparently, he had dealt with or gotten rid of all the obstacles left in the apothecary's laboratory shortly after Fabius's escape, and had pursued closely, catching up with the chief apothecary in a very straight and iron-handed manner.

This pure use of brute force, direct violence, and lack of aesthetics made Fabius doubt his own judgment for a moment: This really didn't seem like something the person he knew and was familiar with would do...

"Well, have you ever thought, Spider, that if someone like you could survive for over nine thousand years, why couldn't a Primarch survive the same number of years?"

When that word was spoken in that tone, by the person who had first called him that and thus gave him the name "Bile (Spider)", with the same perfect intonation but in the voice of another Primarch that Fabius was "familiar with", he felt overwhelmed by an extremely absurd feeling.

There will be no one else in the entire galaxy who can speak with this tone.

But it's impossible.

Neither is possible.

The cloned husk of what had once been an Emperor's Children Apothecary straightened up.

"Because I personally dissected and cloned Ferrus Manus, and I witnessed how Fulgrim fell and destroyed us step by step, and where he is now and what he has become." He said in a scientific tone, even placing his torture cane in the middle of his hands, supporting himself like a sword, "So you can't be any of them. Who are you?"

The Iron Hands were surprisingly silent at this moment, which made Fulgrim, one of the Silver Giants, couldn't help but take another look at them with Ferrus.

"… Malkan, is there something wrong with the readings of your internal power reactor? Stop the overload, this is an order!… Damn it,… I am now in charge of all life support systems, verifying the highest authority password, and activating the reactor and system overload protection… and the volume of the internal line communication channel needs to be reduced by 90%. Calm down, kids, calm down, after all, what this traitor said…"

The Silver Djinn paused in his speech.

The Iron Hands' eyes flickered red and silver, their bionic eyes and sensors raised to look at him.

Fabius also stared closely at the mysterious giant. Since it seemed that he could not escape, he might as well pretend that this was his true self and completely anger them. An angry human being was also one of the flaws of the pests. They were always controlled by extreme emotions.

This could help Fabius to better and more thoroughly execute his backup plan to escape from this place. Unfortunately, the loss of data uploaded in the future and the loss of manpower and tools might be higher than originally estimated...

"Yes, I, Ferrus Manus, have been dissected, stripped, cloned, and dissected countless times by this man, Fabius Bile."

The words have not yet fallen.

The black iron boots fell suddenly, crushing the ashes and bones of the noise warriors and the Eldar transformed bodies.

The first one to disobey the Primarch's orders, raise his weapon and rush towards Fabius Bile with a roar, was Alvian Ravus, who was the most mechanized among them and had the most emotional modules shut down.

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"So, what was affected by your clock's sudden change of speed this time?"

Mr. Ramizhane Kalosini is now sitting in the window booth of the "Delicious and Nutritious" restaurant. On the table is a cup of warm milky Rekha coffee and a glass of iced artificial milk.

Opposite him was Perturabo BC, also wearing illusion camouflage.

The Border Collie's mecha form, which has been used for a long time since the beginning, can now be replaced with a human-like appearance in the illusion camouflage layer in the Wandering Port.

Undoubtedly, this already very useful illusion camouflage device is now even more powerful. Although Sage Decima said, "Oh, Ommi's Seaya, don't put this kind of thing in front of me next time," it has indeed become more useful after a pretentious upgrade. Ever since Ramizann said, "Even Chaos needs to eat, so restaurants are the most important and most suitable, because in my time, restaurants were also used as bases for some entities to go out when it was inconvenient, and they could also recruit people who wanted to find us. This has been proven to be a very useful practice." In short, relying on the mysterious diplomacy and negotiation skills (?) of old Sir Kadur Malcador, under the noses of the Imperial Navy, the Ministry of Justice, the Calixis Conclave of the Inquisition, and the Imperial State Church, the "Silver Mask Anti-Gravity Equipment Royal Store" and the "Delicious and Nutritious" restaurant were opened in Wandering Port with the Black Templars and Isstvan III veterans as staff.

The magical reputation of the "Holy Communion" and the "Torch of the Holy Aegis" now located in the Court of the Dead is said to have begun to spread beyond the Calixis Sector, including the Scarus Sector and the Ixaniad Sector, and there is an endless stream of travellers, merchants, adventurers and whole boats of devout, poor and hopeful pilgrims coming from afar.

While greatly increasing the trade opportunities, flow of people and population circulation of this small void nest in the borderland, it also made the infrastructure, food and fresh water supply here precarious.

Under such circumstances, the Iron Warriors and soldiers from other legions were surprised to find out through the daily bulletins that their Highnesses Perturabo and Ramezane would be so merciful (? ) that they ordered the Iron... Steel of Destiny to start the boiler next to the reactor (? ) and deliver some boiled fresh water to this place on a regular basis every day so that many pilgrims would not die of thirst. This behavior won unanimous praise and acclaim from the lower-class people.

Of course, the Wandering Port Miners Guild (these miners are also usually responsible for mining water ice from passing or pulled comet nuclei or icy asteroids) and the senior people behind them are obviously not so happy.

The people in the Central Fortress have complained more than once that the purifiers and collection devices here are seriously overloaded. According to legend, Constructor Acholus, the loyal servant of the God of All Machines and the chief designer of Wandering Port is already considering new construction plans or other solutions.

But again, ever since the attempts of those forces, known or unknown, who had attempted to defeat or even embarrass the "strong modified cyborg" staff and resident emperor champions of the "Delicious and Nutritious" restaurant or the "Silver Mask Royal Store" for various reasons, races, and means, were severely, immediately, and mercilessly suppressed, revealing the unknown but apparently easygoing ancient heritage of the nominal operators of the two stores, the roving merchant dynasty of the Carlosini family.

Nowadays, there are very few observers who dare to reveal their identities openly as before, or the unlucky ones who are kicked in as experimental subjects. Instead, there are various spies, diplomats and business brokers who make Torgadon actually very disgusted but everyone seems to have a very good impression of Torgadon (?).

The fact that there were actually more than three Emperor Champions in the Royal Store and they could even be arranged to take turns on duty was discovered and reported by many very careful observers.

Most of the higher-level people who are fully aware of the significance of this would think that this is incredible and impossible, but perhaps the Emperor of God really has his own special intentions...?

After all, more than one report indicated that the Overseers (although most of them did not know what it meant) actually counted at least ninety-nine legendary Emperor Champions who took turns on duty in this small shop...

The weight of the four words "Royal Charter" on this sign was originally thought to be a gimmick made by this daring vagrant merchant to deceive the ignorant people, but now it seems to be more and more glittering and more and more convincing...

Thus, the activity of distributing hot water in the square in front of the restaurant continued. In order to maintain the order of distributing and receiving hot water here, it was natural that the agent of the Carlosini Dynasty formally submitted an application to the Central Fortress for "the need to increase private security guards in the store."

Rear Admiral Larius Sanse and his think tank held three more days of meetings. After studying the situation together, they came to the conclusion that the situation couldn't possibly be any more outrageous than it is now, and that the sincerity shown by the agents of the Carlosini Dynasty in visiting each of them and Rear Admiral Sanse individually was very, very sufficient. So it would be fine to approve it. After all, everyone has seen the existence of security guards similar to the PDF (Planet Defense Force), and it's normal for traveling merchants to have some private soldiers. At most, their weapons and equipment are... a little better... right?

So two hours after the approval reply arrived, several new teams of Astartes Brothers aboard Stormbirds appeared at the shuttle port of Wandering Port.

They wore silver-painted, black and gold-decorated power armor, strong and tall, not aggressive but also sacred and inviolable, holding the "Carosini Dynasty Licensed Security Guard" certificate and access order, and walked through the crowd with great vigor, under the stunned gazes of all parties...

They walked into the "delicious and nutritious" restaurant and soon walked out again. Everyone locked their weapons on their belts and held containers full of hot water in their hands.

——The sacred content and persuasiveness of this "holy communion" of free hot water suddenly increased by several orders of magnitude at this moment, so much so that many dignitaries also wondered whether to send a few servants to queue up to get some hot water. Perhaps it really had some unknown magical effects?
The pilgrims waiting to receive the hot water were already in a boiling state, many of them murmured hot tears and prostrated themselves on the ground. Never before had the angels of the God-Emperor done such a thing for ordinary people, even if it was just such a trivial matter as pouring hot water into the shabby containers they carried.

So in this situation where the local garrison actually occupies half of the city (maybe more than that), Port Wandering can almost be regarded as half of their territory. As the "stability" and "conceptuality" of these two stores become more and more stable, the radiation of Ramizane's power within a certain range around these two stores has become more... less "reasonable".

This means that - although the seat opposite Yuramizane still needs the assistance of illusion camouflage, it now appears to others that there is an adult male human with black hair, white skin and a strong body.

He was about five feet eleven inches tall, with well-developed muscles and a strong figure... He looked strong and reassuring.

He had hair that was darker than usual, very straight, and divided into multiple strands that were braided into small braids with silver and gold metal rings and tied into a bun at the back of his head. He wore a loose, classical outfit that had been modified to look more like a knight's uniform, and his strong waistline was tightened by a leather belt.

The male face that Perturabo BC conjured up was identical to the man sitting opposite him, the only difference being the color of their eyes. Ramezane's was a ruthless, deadly, and cold ice blue, while Perturabo's was a clear, approachable dark brown.

"I don't know." Perturabo BC answered simply.

"Don't know? But didn't you say that the speed change distance and condition showed that there must have been a considerable period of time that was changed, and it must be very related to our Destiny Steel?"

"That's right." The shepherd pressed its paws on the multiple data pads in front of it, and to outsiders it looked like the brown-eyed, mortal-sized Primarch's fingers tapped on them.

"That……"

"But don't forget that we are also related to our missing members. Each of them... has a destiny."

"But there's more than one person? We can't help even if we want to..."

"It should have been moved to 35K to 36K at some point between 40K and 41K," the dog calculated carefully again, "and it is strongly related to our missing members, so there is no problem... Hey!!! Why is this thing here again!"

"what happened?"

"I don't like seeing this symbol at a time like this."

Perturabo pursed his lips in a very human way - he had no idea that making an expression on a dog's face would be unnoticeable due to the fur and shape of his face, but making such an expression with Perturabo's own face...

The eyepieces of several "Silver Skulls" nearby were straightened.

Ramizarn leaned over to take a look at the result of the calculation.

"Oh, damn, it's them..."

(End of this chapter)