Chapter 365 Well, the last time
Obscury Star Field
Calixis Sector
Wandering Port
“This place is better than the last time I came It feels even more crowded. Look at these unbearable smells. Where is my private lane?"
One of the most famous Rogue Traders in the Kronos Expansion and Lord Colonel of the Gorda Dynasty, Lady Elspeth Gorda stepped off her flagship "Ruthless Flame" and walked along The outer passage of the port reaches the interior of the roaming port.
Her servants and officers surrounded her, driving away anything or anyone who dared to come near her for the female lord of the Gurda dynasty, two servants who were gorgeously dressed and with neatly combed hair. Then she followed suit, hunched over and holding up her skirt for the Lord Colonel, which was composed of layers of expensive lace, silk, and rare metal armor and amulets engraved with protective spells.
"That's it, my respected mistress." The guard left here by the Gurda Dynasty is leading the way for them. As a person who can combine his power, reputation and Lady Elspeth, a lady whose wealth has reached an equally astonishing level, does not need to stay in public hotels. She owns several gorgeous residences or manors near the central fortress of Wandering Port and in the asteroid belt of this system.
"Your special channel...I'm sorry, hostess, I have tried my best, but there are so many big people coming here recently that the best I can do is to keep us here. The residence of..."
"Big shot? Many?" A displeased light flashed in the cold and ruthless gray eyes of the Lord Colonel, "Is there anything new that I haven't discovered in this small place? Do you know? Caruso, since I just came back from outside Jikou and went straight here to rest, you'd better explain the matter briefly and clearly, because I am really not in a good mood right now and I really want to You send me for a parade of whippings.”
"My dear mistress," the poor fellow began to tremble visibly at the threat of a parade of whippings, "yes! The Chamber of Commerce, the many dynasties, the Inquisition, the Ecclesiarchy, the great men and commissioners of the Imperial Navy, and even difficult... Believing Emperor's Miracle Angels... you will see why soon!"
"Where?" The female lord's armored high-heeled boots clanged on the Void Hive. On the floor, the arc of the electric whip lit up in her hand, "Isn't that direction the Court of the Dead displaying the faces of those losers? What else could there be-"
The crowds were crowded but strangely lined up. The sight of a line of people that looked like coiled snakes made her stop talking.
"That turned out to be..." The hostess of the Gorda Dynasty narrowed her eyes, "Oh? Just..."
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Meanwhile
Calixis Sector
Makanyi Machis Sub-sector
Carrick System
Kari Gram over the sky
Iron Blood
The entire ship is silent now. The comfortable airflow in the air conditioner simulates the evening breeze with the smell of grass and fallen leaves. The artificial lumen light is in the "cloudy moonlight night" mode. Mid-switch
Because the Iron-Blooded is now in the star orbit of automatic cruising, except for Captain Baht Walter who is always on duty on the bridge, his bridge duty officers, and the internal patrol team As well as the main computing core that temporarily took over the original super wetware's work to calculate and verify massive surveying and mapping data - well - it is actually Perturabo's body - most of the members who are not on duty have already Entering the process of recharging, maintenance, meditation or rest.
Perturabo BC squatted proudly on a suspended platform deep in the center of the mysterious treasure house at the heart of the Ironblood that did not exist in any reality or warp dimension.
The blue and white lights illuminate the silver, black, and gold-based labyrinth treasure laboratory of the Iron Lord as bright as day.
On the black-and-white lace shepherd's cold-looking dog face, a pair of bright brown almond-shaped eyes were staring closely at the body of the Primarch, which was entangled and held up by heavy cables and pipes and sleeping in the center of the huge life support cabin. He didn't let go of every tiny twitch of the fingertips on this body or any detailed change on its face.
Over and over again, he took the trouble to manually adjust Magnar Dorn's program time to "start". Every internal turn and change, Perturabo would carefully See if there will be any flaws in Rogal Dorn's stone-like face sleeping in artificial amniotic fluid.
Of course, so far, he has found nothing.
Both Angron and Kadu'er asked through external communication, and not surprisingly, the black and white plush tyrant answered in a perfunctory but still perfunctory manner.
However, there is a personal issue that Perturabo BC cannot avoid no matter what.
"...I said, Peppa Pig, when will this end?"
Lami Zane sat helplessly on a chair dragged aside, the thick biological cable Interfaces and trunks extend from the many interfaces on both sides of his skull to a series of additional links on the spine of his back. In addition to the power lines, the other ends of these cables are connected to Roger Dorn. In the interface of the sleeping life support cabin, the biological wetware that is unique in the universe is actually performing super real-time calculations that share some resources.
He looked at the holographic projection automatic terrain sand table that was temporarily dragged over next to the maintenance cabin. What was displayed on it was the precise terrain map of the Wall of Satnain and the dynamic markers of the military situation, large and small. The very exquisite projection models of characters and vehicle chess pieces are colored according to their respective affiliations, and vividly represent their respective forces and the level of the battle situation in their respective positions on the sand table.
“It’s been almost two hours,” he said. “Although I don’t know what you are doing, but thank you, I have experienced firsthand that no one on the Iron Blood can walk around and talk to humans and machines. What does it feel like to be a cute machine soul? - When can you end this temporary inspection and release little Magna?”
"You're just bored because you have to sit here and debug." The border collie said, squinting at someone, "And I think you're quite happy watching other people pass the level, but he hasn't been able to advance too much. The progress is known, so you also used the link to secretly put your impression of Sigismund into it to try to help him cheat, right? What about the colorful auspicious clouds and the golden armor? Fortunately, I modified it in time. The parameters make him look at least slightly decent."
"Oh! You found it! Uh-huh! But Sigismund can also use Frisbee, I said, if you I really feel that Magna’s recent data is not stable enough and needs to be debugged. Why should I connect to Roger Dorn to set up such a specific scene to run the test code?”
” Oh,” the dog said vaguely. He said, "After all, you know, Magna was written based on this stone as a certain basis and template, so it is normal to link his body to retrieve historical data and set the scene during debugging."
"That makes sense, okay, then if I plan to sleep for a while, will it affect your debugging?"
"No. You go to bed quickly." The Shepherd shook impatiently Tail.
After the hoops brought a bed, quilt, pillow, eye mask and pajamas, someone lay down comfortably and handed over his brain to continue to be used as a super processor.
The dog secretly breathed a sigh of relief and turned his gaze to the Seventh Primarch, who was still like a statue sealed in blue crystal.
Rogal Dorn's face looked as calm as ever.
"Maybe I really made a mistake?" Perturabo BC frowned his furry brows, "Okay, for the last time..."
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